#sorry for politics posting but these comments are making me so angry they’re so selfish and ignorant I hope every legislator explodes n dies

[ghostpunkrock]

I’m not an economist, but I’m 99.9% certain this is literally not how the economy works. Canceling debts for some people in no way takes money away from people who don’t have debt like shut up you sound so fucking stupid

[vrishchikawrites]

About YZY leaving YMJ/JFM with her kids Post-WWX Arrival

Dear Dee, feel free to delete or ignore this or post it, whatever floats your boat. This just stuck in my head after those posts and I had to blurt it all to someone. Thanks for taking the time to read my word vomit.

So I had to do this instead of an ask because it got long and I wasn't sure how many asks it'd need or how short I could cut it down without losing parts of the argument. And then other things came up as I was writing and, well.  Well..... >_>;;;; 

But you know, after that post/ask you had about YZY fics saying 'Fuck U' to YMJ/JFM & leaving both with her kids, I had a sarcastic 'yeah right' attitude about it. Mainly due to a lot of negation emotions to such an abusive (and delusional) bitch, partly due to how she wouldn't do that since it doesn't seem to be something her sort of character would consider either because she'd think of it as 'losing' (losing what, IDK, it's why I consider her type of person crazy) or she legit wouldn't think about such a viable action.

But then later, in the shower, I seriously went 'Wait, she can't fucking do that' and it wouldn't be about how MXTX uses her as a part of the narrative but entirely about the/their culture in the novel; the actions that have and would be taken in response; and her entire toxic personality as well.

1) We already know that the sects and the cultivation world in general is sexist, elitist and so Capital T 'Traditional' to the point that it's starting to petrify and any deviancy from this is an exception rather than the norm. YZY might be a madame of a great sect (for what that's worth considering how shit of a madame she's been and the titles she's chosen for herself) but she's still a woman even with her high rank and the things she's personally accomplished.

Even if she was in her rights to leave a 'bad' marriage, she'd be the one who'd get scolded more instead of JFM by her natal family, her former husband's family and by their entire society at large even if she had a few singular supporters. Because That's Not How Things Are Done in their society and I do believe that such a thing was rare even when it was accepted method by the upper echelons. Especially since it would have to be done by more than YZY simply deciding that She Wants Out and just- goes and Gets Out. With no serious allegations that would allow her to divorce or separate from YMJ/JFM without the input from her family, JFM's family and, I think, possibly some measure of compensation as well. And no, having or bringing in a 'bastard child' is not a serious enough offence for such a humongous decision. I think something more along the lines of treason or crimes against multiple, high-ranking parties would be more along the lines. Maybe.

And even if she does this, she'd be considered 'Used Goods' (such a terrible comment) and there'd be no other good/proper marriage prospects for a divorced woman with children let alone a woman like YZY with her entire abrasive personality and attitude put off even easy-going JFM.

(If she'd been widowed then it'd be more forgiven but I consider that a Real Bad End since, IMO, it would lead to the sudden and inevitable decline of YMJ either via mass exodus of disciples and/or residents of LP; being merged with another sect due to it's unstable leadership; or create an internal political war 'cause I bet you anything that the YMJ Elders/relatives (if they have any) Would Not Want YZY in charge of YMJ when she's already proven herself such a shit betrothed let alone madame.)

2) Speaking of families, while YMJ/JFM/LP as a whole might be glad to see YZY's back, I don't think her natal sect, MSY, will be glad to see her come storming back after all the effort they put into getting that particular marriage alliance with YMJ. And if she brings her children with her? Oh man, oh boy- mother or not, that could be considered as kidnapping or line theft (is that a thing?) especially if YZY is also seriously considering divorce proceedings and raising them as Yu and not Jiang. That could give leave to, for anyone more unforgiving and maybe JFM if he's pushed enough, disown both JYL and JWY from the Jiangs through no fault of their own (though I'm sure YZY would make it so as well as blame JFM for her own decisions and mistakes).

Therefore, any inheritance or benefits they might gain for being legitimised children of a great sect are forfeited. JYL will likely lose that betrothal with JZX because JGS will drop it like a hot potato and JWY won't be a sect heir because YZY literally decided to remove that by deciding to raise JWY as a Yu, no matter their blood relation to JFM. They leave him, they leave YMJ and everything attached with it. Which is if YMJ/JFM doesn't demand MSY to give back their heir/ess and to punish YZY for her actions. Or send all three of them back for the appropriate reactions/decisions.

Their society would demand no less in reaction because, to them, it would seem like YZY had gone mad and JFM would look weak (or weaker) and imply that YMJ is vulnerable and exploitable if JFM doesn't do something in response to her actions. That's not even getting into what the other smaller sects may try to do in an attempt to curry favour with YMJ or what LLJ or QSW would try in order to destroy or diminish YMJ. And whether JFM chooses to demand his children back or not, it may not change the fact that this may give him reason enough to choose a nephew or niece to be the new sect heir especially if, even after getting rid of YZY's poisonous influence, JWY grows up to be his mother's child more than his father's or even his own person.

Either way, such a thing would bring great backlash on YZY, and MSY as well as the collateral. No one would want to give face to her or her children because it would bring up some very uncomfortable questions and scenarios to the other sects- specifically, what would happen if the female members of their clans/sets decided to follow the footsteps of YZY and leave with their children and heirs. Especially if they use it as an excuse to leave for their own comfort and whims and not some legitimate wrongs and dangers. That would create some more restrictions on women thanks to YZY

3) And lastly, if any one of those idiot YZY stans think that she'd ever give up the status of being a madame of a great sect they'd be as crazy or crazier than her. YZY is all about status and power and face. Specifically, her status, power and face and how people in her reach reflect her or 'insult' her. She is a selfish, terrible, abusive and toxic person and can only see people in regards to how they would benefit her and the elevation of her and in no other way. Especially her family. They cannot be their own person, they can only be an extension of her and gods forbid they go against her.

We can see this in how she treats the people she supposedly loves. JFM? Arguments day in, day out along with accusations and slander of cheating, having one(1) supposed 'bastard' and being 'in love' with CSSR. Which all seems sus as hell. And that's when she's actually there and not out 'night hunting'. Even her 'training' seems to border on unhelpful rather then helpful if my vague recollections of juniors fainting from exhaustion can be relied upon (please call me out if they're not or find proof).

JYL? Berated by not being 'strong' but not helped at all to be 'strong'. It doesn't help that YZY seems to believe in the same standards strength in their society- that is, of martial masculine strength which does not and should not apply to JYL who has been said to be sickly. Which means h should have been learning a different way of cultivation/fighting anyway.  If that was something she wanted and had been offered in the first place- which I doubt. That isn't even getting into her repeated generational trauma mess of a betrothal which was decided only by those 'sworn sisters', accepted by her as a way out of her terrible home life and puts her squarely within reach of JGS who we know to be a womaniser, rapist, predator and a possible ephebophile considering we don't know the exact age of his youngest 'conquest' or the age of MZY's mother when they met which could be anywhere from 14 to 21.

JWY? Gods, so much meta on him and his(non-) relationships with his parents that I don't think I can contribute more to it. It's been all said and done. Unless people want me to stir the pot by saying that, maybe, just maybe, YZY resents JWY as much as she 'loves' him.Either because he's her son and yet never manages to 'accomplish as much' as WWX or because he's a boy and therefore, more benefits and allowances than a girl/woman- more than anything that YZY ever got without either a fight or screaming at someone about. *shrug*

So, in conclusion to this sudden an unexpected essay that I wrote(I'm so sorry about that, I thought it would be shorter -.-;;;;), YZY leaving YMJ/JFM with her kids? Impossible. Not without some sort of personality transplant or a complete AU. She's too prideful, too bitter, too angry, too everything negative and little positive. She's a resentful product of the values and restraints of her society taken to the extreme negative with a willingness to inflict her pain on others to an abusive degree. But she's also too obsessed and reliant on those same values and restraints to keep up the image of her status. So her? Giving those up? You'd be more likely to see WRH as a doting grandfather than that.

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Dee - All of this is true and yes YZY leaving YMJ is highly unlikely. While there will be consequences if she decides to leave, she does canonically lives separately from her husband. They seem to be in a situation where they are married but living separately, which was a common way to end a marriage (at least in spirit) back then. She essentially had all the perks of being Madam Jiang but fulfilled none of the responsibilities.

Afaik, her training the Jiang disciples is a donghua thing? I may be wrong but I recall she spent most of her time nighthunting.

As for taking her children along with her- that's completely impossible. At that point, children were the property of the father. She could leave but she would've never been allowed to take JC.

[mshomestyle]

Cozy Inspirations: Hawks [Keigo Takami] x Reader: Selfish

Based on the information I found this photo is said to be on a train in Slovenia taken by Nikola Janusic, however upon research apparently this is photoshopped and the background is of Düsseldorf. And then once this was pointed out the person who posted the picture said the background was changed to Düsseldorf and the picture is actually in Slovenia (but ended it with a “;)” face.) I just don’t know. (The comments were pretty funny, though, in a rude way.)

Anyway, to preface this, I’m writing while tipsy, and what I have in mind to write is more hurt than comfort if anything.

Also, manga spoilers.

It hurt him completely to have to do this, but honestly, he felt as if feeling that way was entirely selfish. It wasn’t right for him to complain or feel sad or angry or just utterly defeated, because at the end of everything it was his choices that led him down this path.

He wanted to become a hero. He wanted to save people just like the hero that saved him, and as he grew older the road to becoming the beloved and famous hero he was today was paved on what one might call a broken train track in a beautiful scenery. He was adored by all, acquired skills and techniques that were enviable. He had fame, fortune, and adoring fans, but he knew. He knew what this all could lead to. He knew that there was a chance he would end up having to sacrifice himself for the greater good. He knew that he had a target on his back as red as his fierce wings. He knew he’d have to bloody his hands beyond recognition. And he knew that anyone who became involved with him would be dragged down into his abyss.

So why? Why did he allow himself to fall for you?

Keigo Takami, or rather known to the whole world, as Hawks: The Man Who’s too Fast, knew the second that he saw you, you’d be trouble. So, he kept his distance. He was polite to you every time the both of you were to cross paths, but he wanted more. He was weak to your sweet demeanor, beautiful face, and caring heart. The day he met you, you had nearly ran into him, looking for a hero to help some people that a tree had fallen over. And right after you directed him to the scene of the crime, despite him, a hero, being there, you tried your hardest to help those people, saying things to calm them down, and even attempting to move the tree yourself.

Ever since that day, it was as if you were being guided together, because Hawks kept seeing you around town. He couldn’t get away from you no matter how hard he tried, and because it was starting to become unbearable, he decided to ask you out, assuming that just having a completely casual relationship with you would quench his thirst. But the more he got to know you, the more he wanted of you.

Before Hawks knew it, he was taking you out on romantic dates, spending nights with you, and even inviting you to all of the events he had to attend as a hero. Hawks also went as far as disclosing his real name to you. He knew that you’d have no idea about the significance behind that, but it just felt so nice to hear the word ‘Keigo...’ leaving your lips, especially in time of ecstasy. You became a large part of him, and he enjoyed every minute of it.

All of it was selfish, though. And not only that but a huge danger to you. Hawks hated it, he really did, but there was always this fact looming in the back of his head. ‘I’ll end up taking her with me.’ He didn’t want that for you. You didn’t deserve it, and once Hawks ended up investigating the league, he knew that the end was in sight. You were both going to fall off if he didn’t stop. If he didn’t end this.

So, no, it wasn’t right for him to be feeling this way, especially as he watched you cave in on yourself once he said ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t think this is going to work out anymore...’ He could tell that you were fighting off tears, and you asked him,

‘Why? Did I do something?...Why? Please...tell me...’ It hurt so bad, but Hawks kept a straight face. He tried to comfort you, tried to let you know that it wasn’t your fault, but deep down he knew that it wouldn’t make you feel better. It wouldn’t take away the pain he caused you.

Hawks knew what would happen if you were to get into a relationship. He knew that something like this wasn’t possible, and yet...He just let this all happen. He hurt you, and now he had the audacity to be feeling the way he was now. Truly, it was selfish of him, and it wasn’t right to you that he was feeling this way.

“...Hawks! Hawks!” Being snapped from his thoughts, Hawks rubbed at his eyes before putting on a relaxed face, turning to look at the man in front of him.

“Sorry about that, Twice!” he chuckled, managing to make it reach his eyes in order to look completely authentic, “Now, where were we...Oh, about Redestro!”

“No, no! Forget that right now. I just remembered something,” Twice said before adding, “Keep going.”

“If we keep pausing to talk, then you really aren’t going to learn anything,” Hawks pointed out, motioning to the white board. The two had been meeting regularly so that Hawks could teach Twice about the Liberation army.

“But this is important! I heard from skeptic that there was this girl who came here looking for you!” he explained, “No idea how one of your fans found this place. They’re crazy. She seemed mean. She seemed sweet!”

“That’s strange,” Hawks said with a shrug before turning back to the bored, “Anyway-”

“Oh, yeah! I was told that she said her name was [Name].” Dead silence had followed once Twice said that, the mood of the room completely shifting. It was so quiet that the soft thud of the marker that was once in Hawks’s hand hitting the ground could be heard before,

“What?!”

To be continued...Maybe, IDK.

[liquorisce]

decisions, decisions pt 2

Fandom : Bleach 

Pairings : Ichihime (ft. some ichi x ishi bickering which we love around here)

Rating : T

Part 1

A/N: A few months ago I wrote a post-tybw-karakura-gang-finishes-high-school kinda thing called ‘decisions, decisions’  ft career choice discussions and orihime thinking of leaving town for uni. I wanted to write some more of that stuff and more ichihime pining obvs, so here it is. also i hate myself for not being able to participate in ichihimeweek2020, i suck, but anyway, ‘nuff with the nonsense, here’s the fic: 

(ps: pls be nice to me and like/reblog/comment or whatevs and tell me what u think, ily thx)

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It’s five minutes to two, and Ichigo fought to stifle a yawn. The menacing five hundred pages of English grammar exercises in front of him wasn’t helping. 

“... Unbelievable,” he curses, slamming the book shut, much to the annoyance of his bespectacled classmate sitting across him. “Why the hell can’t they just teach us proper English in school?! I’m absolutely fucking positive that Honda-sensei didn’t mention more than three tenses in her class. And what kind of English lesson takes place in Japanese anyway?!” 

“... Quit your whining, Kurosaki. Some of us are trying to study here.” 

Ichigo fumed. By ‘some of us,’ Ishida was pointedly referring to just himself and the long-haired beauty sitting right opposite him, who, judging by her giggling at his outburst, welcomed his distraction. The same giggling that was contributing to the problem, contributing to Ichigo’s immense distraction since after dinner. 

“You’re not even human, Ishida,” he says dismissively. “Keigo’s literally made his bed on my dad’s couch, you can hear his goddamn snores, and Mizuiro left to ‘watch the stars’ with some new girl thirty minutes ago.” 

“You’re the one who invited us over to your place for an all-nighter group study session and you’re calling it quits before the sun is up? As expected, you’re weak.” 

He was right, this had been Ichigo’s idea, Yuzu had offered to make them dinner and his dad had plans tonight, so they were guaranteed some peace and quiet. Despite the noise and the chaos of their group, he missed hanging out with his friends. Ever since the school had given them voluntary study holidays for the upcoming University Entrance Exams, he didn’t get to see much of everyone, as they were either studying or training for competitions. Even today, Tatsuki and Chad left after dinner because they had to get up early for practice and they had decided they wouldn’t be giving the exams anyway. 

Ignoring Ishida’s pointed attempts to rile him up, he turns his attention to Orihime, who despite enjoying their banter, was more focused on the cram book in front of her.  

“Inoue, how are you still so motivated and so… awake?,” he asks, exasperated. “It’s almost 2 am! And you’ve been scribbling away furiously for the last thirty minutes. What are you even studying?”  

“Mouuu, you’re right. I’m not able to solve this proof anyway. Maybe I should call it a night?”

“Electromagnetism?” Ishida asks, skimming the title of the chapter, “Oh, I’ve done this one, I can explain this to you if you want.”  

He doesn’t know what irritates him more, Ishida’s nerdiness, or the soft look in his eyes as he unfailingly offers to help Orihime out, as he’d been doing a lot more of late, ever since they had started studying for the entrance exams together. In fact, it’d been this way this entire evening, starting from when he took a seat right next to her at the table as if he fucking belonged there, leaning over into her notebook, whenever she needed help, his arm casually brushing against her long, silken locks, her answering smile bright and incredibly close to him, and - Ichigo forces that thought to a halt because it has him gritting his teeth.  “... For God’s sake, give her a break,” - 

“... Shut up, Kurosaki, not everyone is applying to study *English* in University”- 

“And what exactly do you mean by that, asshole?” Ichigo snarls, with more venom than needed, because despite having had enough with Ishida’s condescending attitude towards his study choices, his recent behaviour had Ichigo prickling under his skin.  

“... Err, Kurosaki-kun…” Orihime starts, because she’s used to Ichigo and Ishida arguing (they’re just being affectionate, she always insists), there’s a glint in Ichigo’s eyes that’s different.

“... Exactly what I said, some of us don’t have the luxury of skipping the math and science exams,” - 

“Ah, Kurosaki-kun is right! I think my brain really can’t function anymore tonight,” Orihime declares loudly, inserting herself in between them. “Kurosaki-kun, I think I will leave now. Thank you so much for hosting us today.” She bows, her formality annoying him even more, but still throwing him off guard.

As always, Orihime’s pleasant demeanour diffused the rising tempers… somewhat. With one last glare, Ishida grudgingly agreed, “Then I guess I will take my leave as well.” 

Ichigo wants to be polite and say something like, “we should do this more often,” but he’s pissed off, and couldn’t wait to be rid of Ishida’s arrogant mug, so instead he offers, “Inoue, can I walk you home?” 

He doesn’t notice the faint red on her cheeks or the hesitation on her face, when she mumbles, “If it doesn’t inconvenience you.” And he’s torn again - tearing his eyes away from the pretty blush dusting her cheeks unable to stop himself from wondering bitterly if she’d let Ishida walk her home without much protest.

“Ishida lives in the other direction and it would be out of his way, so I don’t mind.” 

“Well then,” Ishida says, looking at her with more fondness than Ichigo would have liked, “Your eyes are all red and puffy. Sleep well. Don’t strain yourself, okay?”

“Yes sir,” she gives him the salute, “... good night!” 

“... And text me that you got home safe. This idiot can’t be trusted with anything,”- 

“... for fuck’s sake, just go home already!” 

“Kurosaki-kun,” she whispers, amused, as she watches Ishida walk away with a cheeky grin on his face, “you’ll wake the neighbours with your angry yelling.”

“Ah, you’re right,” he mumbles, rubbing his neck sheepishly, as their footsteps fall into place beside each other, “I’m sorry for all the swearing, I don’t know why I let Ishida under my skin so much.”   

“Hmmm,” she says, “It’s kind of cute, your bickering. If this were a yaoi novel, I’d totally ship it!” 

“... what the hell?!” His face is red, not just because the thought of him… and Ishida… Ew. But also because this is coming from Orihime, the last person he’d ever expect to engage in fantasies of this sort.

Giggling, she quickly switches to a more somber note. “You seemed... on edge today. Did something happen between the two of you?” 

He doesn’t know how to answer that question. Truth be told, he’s barely able to understand it himself. Sure, there was the usual trading of insults that took place between the two of them, but it was different this time. His whole demeanour just pissed him off. The way he always seemed to know what Orihime was asking, the way he was always able to help her, the familiar way he spoke to her… and the revelation that they’d been studying together for weeks now! 

“I don’t know,” he sighs, because he can’t even explain what he is feeling, let alone the reason behind it, “... I guess it’s just the stress of the exam.” 

“Ugh, tell me about it,” she whines, “I’m so thankful Ishida-kun is giving the same exams as me, and we can share practice questions and tips. I really wouldn’t be able to do this alone.” 

He ignores her mention of him and the tick in his jaw in reaction. “But I don’t get it. You’re giving almost all the exams. Why?!? There’s surely no need.” 

She blushes, ashamed, “I know it sounds stupid, but I really haven’t decided what I want to study in University. I figured if I just gave all of the exams, I would have more options to choose from.” 

“... Come on,” - 

“... And I will also prefer to go wherever I get a scholarship.”  

His fist clenches, “... So you’re definitely applying outside of Karakura?” 

“Yeah, although I’m not sure if there’s any point. It’s so difficult to aim for the National Universities, I’ll never get through. But the counselor says it’s worth a shot for the scholarship.”

“... I thought your aunt was helping you with tuition?” 

“... Only till high school. And I cannot burden her anymore. I’ve received so much from her already.” 

Ichigo doesn’t miss the way her voice wavers at the end, the guilt evident in her words. And he can’t stand it. “... Cheer up,” he says softly, playfully elbowing her. “You’re one of the smartest kids in school. Rank #2 after all the shit we went through last year! If anyone can do it you can.” 

“... You think so?” she mumbles, looking up at him, her insecurities heartbreaking in the grey of her eyes.  

Everything about her is so honest, it hurts him a little bit because his first thought is to say no, to talk her out of it, because the revelation is too sudden, too jarring - he can’t bear  the thought of this town without her. But he nods, smiles encouragingly, because that’s just way too selfish.

Shaking his head out of these thoughts, he asks, “... what was the counselor’s recommendation, again? As a career path?” 

“Ah, Hirata-san said maybe I should just follow my love for baking,” she says, smiling. 

“... and? Why don’t you consider that? You wouldn’t have to give these blasted exams then.” 

He liked the idea of this, now more than before, momentarily regretting his role in convincing her to apply to university. Orihime working in the local bakery, coming around his house everyday to share the leftovers, staying back for dinner maybe… 

“... but Kurosaki-kun was the one who said I wouldn’t be very good at it!” She pouts, “You said I’d make too many things in weird flavours and nobody would want to buy them.” 

Crap. He truly felt like waltzing back in time and whacking the past version of him for saying something like that.  Because if it were anyone else shitting all over Orihime’s dream, he’d have sent the punk flying. Where were all these feelings coming from anyway?! 

“... Shit, I didn’t mean,” - 

“... it’s okay, you’re right. And besides I can work there part-time through University. I was thinking…” She took a deep breath. “Well, actually, it was Ishida-kun’s idea. Maybe I could study to become a doctor? My strength is in healing people anyway…” 

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Well of course, he'd say that. He's going to study medicine too." And of course he would try to talk Orihime into it. The bastard had taken every opportunity to slither by her side - 

She laughs, a pretty sound, interrupting the profanity in his mind. "Yeah, he did say it would be nice to have some company… but I'm not sure." Sighing, she asks, "How did you decide on English Studies?" 

It wasn't too difficult for him honestly. It helped that he was fairly certain he didn't want to study math or science going forward. "... I like stories. And I want to be able to read and share stories in a global medium, so I decided to study English." 

He looks at her only to find her looking at him in fascination, "... Truth be told, I didn't spend too much time thinking about it. The career aptitude test returned similar results as well, so I just went with it." He shrugs, "I think I'll enjoy it. Let's see." 

"Ahh, you sound so optimistic about your studies, Kurosaki-kun. I wish I could be like that." 

They've reached her apartment building now and she turns to look at him, wistfully. He wishes he could do something for her, ease her anxieties in some way. 

"What about you?" He asks. 

She looks at him, puzzled.  

"... You've told me all about what everyone wants you to do. What do you want to do? I'm sure you must have some inkling." 

“... I,” she stops, opens her mouth again to say something, but nothing comes out. “... what I want… ah, you’ll probably think it’s silly.” She smiles wistfully to herself, because this wasn’t something that she’d ever admitted out loud.

He rolls his eyes, “... Try me.” Because she was many things, and yes, definitely silly sometimes in that unique way of hers, but he would never, could never, call her dreams silly. It’s a moment of realization for him, when he gets angry with the way she dismisses her own dreams that way, and he feels overwhelmed with the desire to pick them up, and keep them safe where no one can trample them, along with that spaced-out, wistful smile of hers. 

“Well,” she gulps, nervous, “I’ve never really thought too much about going to university. Sensei says I’m wasting my potential... but honestly, I think I’ll be happy working.” 

She looks at him unsurely, waiting for a reaction, an opinion, like everyone else. Everyone who’d been urging her to continue school and pursue all kinds of studies that she could possibly do, but… “I just - I want to build a simple life with someone I love. A family, maybe, someday.” 

It comes out so fast, she wishes she could grab the words and shove them back in her mouth. She chances a glance at him, her cheeks hot and furiously embarrassed. 

His expression is unreadable as he gazes down at her. She’s beautiful in the moonlight, he thinks, and it isn’t really a revelation to him, but the melancholy of her beauty is, the loneliness that he wishes he could extinguish as easily as he does hollows. “A simple life huh…” he murmurs. And he can almost picture it, Orihime, ten years from now, a child in her arms, a little boy maybe, with her wide brown eyes and - 

“Well, looks like you have planned it out better than any of us,” he manages hoarsely, unable to look her in the eye anymore. Not with all these… feelings simmering so close to the surface. And before he can help himself, “Do you already know who this mystery man is?” 

He’s come to realize how absolutely unequipped he is to hear the answer, but her unassuming statement has already taken residence inside him somehow, a burning sensation accompanying it. 

 His question jolts her into consciousness, and she notices they’re almost at her apartment. “Ah Kurosaki-kun is very curious today,” she laughs nervously, “only one confession per day! That’s the limit!” The fake cheer in her voice grates in her own ears but she hopes desperately it will steer him away because she’s this close to telling him sometimes, and this was one of those times. Especially in these rare moments when she feels an odd mixture of weakness and greed, where she wants to latch on to him and ask him to stay by her side, hoping selfishly that his kindness will make him say yes. But Orihime was practiced at hiding those feelings away. 

 “Is that right,” he smiles teasingly, albeit weakly, “... I didn’t know you were so mysterious, Inoue. Well goodnight, then.” 

And as he watches her climb up the stairs to her floor, and then lean over the railings to wave goodbye one more time, he can’t help but think of that image of her again, happy and in love and so beautifully fulfilled. And he thinks of the shadow of the man next to her, who will protect that dream and that smile, and his stomach clenches bitterly. 

“You deserve it,” he whispers to her retreating figure, “... You deserve all of it.”

- fin - 

A/N : The ending was cheesy, I KNOW UGH

[sirfrogsworth]

Hey I’m the anon from earlier. Less angry now, sorry. What I meant was: I feel like companies shouldn’t have plastic straws at all. I feel like they’re used as a luxury to anyone who’s not disabled. And what I’m saying is that the straws should be like a personal thing. As in, it would be better if one disabled person had 100 plastic straws to use, instead of like a restaurant holding the 100 to only give out to those who they see fit.

continued... (Me again!) I forgot to acknowledge this, but yes I’m aware that corps are at fault for most of the pollution. I’m just like an avid plastic-hater, because of it being man-made so that one piece takes 500 to decompose. Sorry again for ranting earlier, especially since I can see how that could’ve been misunderstood as me being angry at disabled people and not just the straw situation with abled people.

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The world still needs plastic products. They are vital for many things. The problem is many companies will prioritize profits and use cheap plastics even when better options are available. Or they will use plastics irresponsibly and basically make littering their main strategy to dispose of them. 

Greed is the world’s single greatest pollutant. 

We can still manufacture enough plastic bendy straws for those who need them without endangering turtles. We can make them available in the places they are expected without doing significant harm to the planet. And I do think eventually someone will come up with an alternative, but until then, perhaps we can address other plastic problems instead. 

I believe the main reason many people are focusing so intently on straws is because it seems like an easy thing to give up. 

People can pretend they are making a huge sacrifice when in reality they are just trying to justify ordering super tasty extra jumbo shrimp. 

Them shrampies were caught using nets. 

Nets that were never retrieved and left at sea. 

Nets that make up 46 percent of the plastic pollution in Earth’s oceans.

Nets that are probably strangling a cute dolphin right this second. 

But people figure if they go to a restaurant that has taken a stand and banned those evil straws... well, that totally makes everything even-steven.

Now, I’m not suggesting we ban all shrimp in place of straws. Just that instead of screwing disabled people maybe we could focus more on systemically improving fishing practices. 

Or we could catch the shrimp ourselves by plucking them from the sky with our prodigious sticky tongues. 

In any case, I’m sorry if I misunderstood your words and I am glad you aren’t angry at disabled people.

But many people seem to be. I’ve seen a number of very hostile and depressing comments chastizing disabled people for being “selfish.”

The thing is... I don’t think they are actually angry at disabled people because it takes hundreds of years for plastic to decompose. They are angry at disabled people because their needs are ruining the super easy thing people could do to help the environment. 

Now they might have to do something more difficult. 

Like convince their racist uncle climate change is real. Or give money to a political candidate that believes climate change is real. Or volunteering to pick up litter. Or joining a protest ...on a weekend. *gasp* Or writing long blog posts to help spread awareness because they are stuck in bed and have no money. 

ORRRRR... 

The worst thing of all... 

Boycott tasty delicious scrumptious delectable tasty tasty shrimp.  

It sounds like you might actually care about how plastic affects the environment.

That’s great! Me too! 

But you still want to inconvenience some of the most already inconvenienced people in our society for a change that won’t even statistically measure within the margin of error.

Think about a person using a wheelchair. Perhaps they need an oxygen canister. And a backup canister. And tubing. And extra tubing. Perhaps they need to carry along emergency medical supplies. Perhaps they need to carry around various accessibility gadgets and gizmos. A tablet to help them communicate. A grabby thing for hard to reach stuff.

Now they need to remember to always have straws with them any time they want or need to consume liquids in public. 

Some might say that carrying around straws isn’t a big deal.

They weigh almost nothing! Right?

It’s just one more thing, right?  

But all of their “one more thing” items can really add up. There are people who have to create complicated checklists before going out. People who are often tired and have no energy but must be meticulous about every detail before safely venturing into the world. And because you are an avid plastic hater, now you want them to bring a bunch of straws with them as well.

What if they forget their straws one day? What if their straws get crushed in their bag? What if they get exposed and contaminated? What if they run out of straws and cannot get to the store before their biological need to drink water kicks in? 

What if, what if, what if.

But even if someone is not in a wheelchair and does not have a complicated routine for leaving the house with tons of supplies--it would still be nice to have straws available for those that need them. 

I mean, I am positive I would forget straws if I needed them. Because of my condition I am forgetful as heck. 

I’ve walked to the kitchen and wondered why I was there. 

Then I started doing the potty dance. Then I realized I navigated to the wrong location. Then I contemplated peeing in the sink. Then I decided against it because that’s gross. Then I remembered Bear Grylls saying urine is sterile.  Then I remembered he was wrong about that.  Then I got angry I could remember the urine thing but not why I got up.  Then I walked past the bathroom a second time and laid back in bed. Then I said a naughty word. Then I did this thing where I cross my fingers to remind myself that I need to remember something.  

And that’s the true story of the time it took me 10 minutes to pee.

I digress...

My point is, no one can see my brain fog. And since not all illnesses are visible, it is important not to do any gatekeeping when distributing straws.

You don’t know why folks need them.  You don’t need to know why folks need them.

In fact, we could even try the honor system and leave the straws out in the open. I know it’s hard to trust people these days, so to prevent anyone who doesn’t need a straw from taking one, we can place this picture of a super judgemental corgi nearby.  

I’m racked with guilt already!

ALSO... if anyone in the foodservice industry is reading this...

MOTHERHECKING BENDY STRAWS! 

That’s important. No straights allowed! We’ve got plenty of straight things causing problems already.  

And if establishments are truly interested in reducing their reliance on single-use plastics they can get biodegradable takeout containers. They can get reusable cutlery. They can refuse to buy fish from companies that leave their damned nets in the sea. There are a lot of alternatives that could do way more good. They just might take a little more effort. 

In conclusion, until industrial and commercial use of plastics is addressed, putting the onus on disabled folks who need straws is just cruel and kinda pointless.

Hopefully I covered everything because I am getting really sick of talking about straws. 

[tiredbiplantlady]

Lol my dad's racist Confederate flag loving wife hates me because I disagreed with her on facebook. Like apparently she was really salty about it, like Salten Sea salty. It's almost like if you make the choice to post things on facebook, someone might disagree with you and make commentary. Wow, what a revelation. My dad and his wife apparently think my moderate liberal cousin who doesn't often post anything too political on facebook is a radical. Bahahaha! They're so absorbed in their own politics that they genuinely believe if you disagree you're the weird one and you're crazy. I'm going to continue being loving and having love in my heart behind the things I do and say, and they can go ahead and let the selfishness in theirs rule what they say, do and think. I will resist in love and I will not stop doing what I do or apologize for who I am. In the past she has tried to get my dad to drop me and never help me again because apparently him paying for insurance on my car means I'm sucking the life blood from her veins as the biggest leech in the world. My dad even told me she did that and that she said "it's me or your kids from other relationships" and wow, he still helps me. I'm secure in myself, you're the one with the problem. I feel sorry for you something so bad must have happened growing up to make you believe families conditionally love you and aren't supposed to help each other. I don't even hate her, and it's abundant that all the bitterness is coming from her. If she wants to correct stats or comments on stuff I post, she can. But she doesn't cause she knows she can't prove me wrong, lacks the energy or education to try, and prefers to passive aggressively get pissed, complain to my dad about me, and then be fake as fuck to my face. I'd be glad to calmly explain myself to her but she's too afraid to be direct. She would rather be surrounded by drama than be a genuine person. She's incredibly reactive and yet again my dad is with someone nearly my age who is way more immature than I am. I'm sure they both think I did what I did in anger because that's all they know. To them I'm just a radical, confused kid and one day I'll learn better. It hurts they can't see others' pain as their own. But that doesn't mean I'm going to be gaslit into believing I must be wrong. I thought I was alone 5000 people in Topeka showed me otherwise. And 3 million people across the world showed me otherwise. I am not a violent and angry extremist waiting to tear people down. I'm a loving, caring radical wanting to hold people up. It's unfortunate they believe those two things are one and the same.

[chitowngirl-12-blog]

tatticstudio55

Dany is stiff, imperious and expects men to bow at her feet without her doing much of anything to get their interest.

I too am happy that Jon Snow isn’t selfish. Unlike D*ny who uses Northen survival and Northen independence as a barganing chip in her selfish pursuit of a throne she has no right to.

It just amazes me the extent that Jonerys fans go to to make Jon an emasculated pet only there to reaffirm the true queen’s greatness. I don’t think Jon and Sansa will ever be a couple, but I prefer Jon as a wily operator who cares for his people to the meek and obedient servant he was in Season 7.  It is pretty clear that the show will never let little kneeling pet be an equal ruler to Daenerys or do anything of actual value.  Nor do her fans want them as equal.  Either they want him dead or a powerless consort who keeps house in KL while she rules.  After all, Jon is a natural beta and follower.  It woukd be cruel to fois him into a leadership position.

At least Jonsa fans view Jon as a political astute KITN.

What do we have here??? That a Jon “pledged” to D is a Jon who has taken the woman’s role, and a very (yes, very) misogynistic woman’s role at that: a pet, meek, obedient, powerless, house keeper. Comment’s turning Jon into a queen consort (an “emasculated pet”) and qualifying queen consorts in the most misogynist way possible. They’re also calling “women” men who aren’t at the political top – so what, you need to be the Alpha male in order to be a man? The real man is the cro magnon with big muscle arms who hunt and – oh, wait, I know what their definition of a “real man” would be: Khal Drogo. Except the “real man” is dead essentially because his beta followers fancied raping an entire village, and one of these unfortunate women was just a liiiitle bit angry about that. So much for the masculine, virile alpha male.

Now where was I? Right… people kneeling to Jon is good! People kneeling to Daenerys is bad!

Dany is stiff, imperious and expects men to bow at her feet without her doing much of anything to get their interest.

I too am happy that Jon Snow isn’t selfish. Unlike D*ny who uses Northen survival and Northen independence as a barganing chip in her selfish pursuit of a throne she has no right to. (Of course, Jon wasn’t selfish when he used the Karstark and Umber’s castles as bargaining chips to get two children to kneel to him. After retaking a land that was lost to the Bolton by right of conquest and royal decree. How silly of me! But he’s a man he asked them nicely, so it doesn’t count lol.)

I prefer Jon as a wily operator (…)

See, the funniest thing here is, as of season 7, Dany is bringing just as much (if not more) to the North than Jon is… so what would make her oh so more unworthy at ruling than Jon?  That she wasn’t “chosen”, like him? Except she was… by no other than Jon himself.

Oh wait, it doesn’t count because Jon is now an emasculated pet and can’t make a proper, serious decision. Just like a woman, pffft.

You know, maybe I’m starting to understand how some people want Jon with Sansa? Because he’d be the Male, THA KING, and Sansa can suck it up, just like she did in 7x01. (I suppose, if you adequate masculinity with a certain political position, then yes, Jon is much more a Man with Sansa than with Dany. Can’t have the woman wearing the pants now, can we?) I mean…

Dany is stiff, imperious and expects men to bow at her feet

(Ohhhh the profanity! Men don’t bow to women, come on now!)

And that, my friend, is why some of us might find the comments under this post misogynist.

Source:

lyannas

Since I was blocked by the very sensitive snowflake who initially posted this and cannot reblog - Since @tatticstudio55 gave this disgusting hate screed on the same post.  Wanna play?  

“ What do we have here??? That a Jon “pledged” to D is a Jon who has taken the woman’s role, and a very (yes, very) misogynistic woman’s role at that: a pet, meek, obedient, powerless, house keeper. Comment’s turning Jon into a queen consort (an “emasculated pet”) and qualifying queen consorts in the most misogynist way possible.”

Duh.  Being a consort is a very emasculating and humiliating position.  It doesn’t matter the gender.  Consorts have no power.  No one cares what Prince Philip or Kate Middleton have to say ever.  This isn’t a male or female thing.  Moreover, we are discussing a medieval setting.  Kings (and the occasional queen) had actually power Consorts have no power.  Cersei would have been executed for the same behavior as Robert - having an affair.  I’m not sure why you don’t think that Daenerys cannot order Jon to sleep with her.  She can.  That is the right of a monarch to force someone to marry her without recourse.  This is in no way evil, but Jon is her slave in that way.

Moreover, the consort that Jonerys is SO hyped about Jon being is one of the blandest consorts, Elizabeth of York.  Some English Queens were good at doing bed tricks to influence the king, which is basically what Political!Jon is.  Elizabeth of York didn’t even do that.  All she did was push out babies and submissively support her husband.  She really is the epitome of a submissive housekeeper and broodmare and that is what Team Jonerys is totally with Jon being.

They’re also calling “women” men who aren’t at the political top – so what, you need to be the Alpha male in order to be a man?

No, I’m calling them slaves.  Women who kneel are as much a loser as men.  I have no use for housewives any more than I do some sort of political beta that Jon has become.  Sorry, but feminism doesn’t exist to celebrate submissive house spouses.  I don’t care about anyone who decides to play submissive hausfrau regardless the gender.  Get a job.

   Except the “real man” is dead essentially because his beta followers fancied raping an entire village, and one of these unfortunate women was just a liiiitle bit angry about that. So much for the masculine, virile alpha male.

Mirri was obviously a patriot.  She was not a submissive slave who did whatever Daenerys wanted.  She rebelled against her master unlike submissive Pet!Jon!   You’d be upset if Pet!Jon! decided to disagree with Daenerys and even murder her.

Now where was I? Right… people kneeling to Jon is good! People kneeling to Daenerys is bad!

I’d doubt you ever suggest that the one tru kween kneel.  Why can’t Daenerys give up the North?  She can have the rest of Westeros and doesn’t need everyone as her slaves.

See, the funniest thing here is, as of season 7, Dany is bringing just as much (if not more) to the North than Jon is… so what would make her oh so more unworthy at ruling than Jon?  That she wasn’t “chosen”, like him? Except she was… by no other than Jon himself.

She wasn’t elected.  Jon was.  Why is this so hard to understand.

Oh wait, it doesn’t count because Jon is now an emasculated pet and can’t make a proper, serious decision. Just like a woman, pffft.

Actually, Jon cannot make a proper decision because if he defies his new mistress she can execute him.  And he is such a submissive and obedient pet he wouldn’t dare oppose mistress.  That is what absolute monarchy is.

[handofvictory]

Does this for Y’gar because he’s precious

What is your character’s name? Does the character have a nickname?

Y’gar. For much of Cata/Mists/etc. he is known as “Son of the Seabeast” in full, because his father wanted to hammer in his mother’s legacy. He ditches it the moment he becomes Battlelord, at which point that is the title he adopts. He’ll later be taking his husband’s false surname of Anchorfist. Conveniently, it’s applicable to both a dwarf and an orc!

What is your character’s hair color? Eye color?

His hair is brown and his eyes are red; basically not at all differentiating from in-game colour-wise.

What kind of distinguishing facial features does your character have?

He has a few lip marks, which are common for orcs (likely scars from biting one’s upper lip. Tusks, man). His face is very soft and gentle for an orc, although he is still very expressive.

Does your character have a birthmark? Where is it? What about scars? How did he get them?

He’s as scarred as one would expect a typical orc to be, albeit he feels as though he should have more. He has no birthmarks to speak of, but he does have tattoos.

Who are your characters friends and family? Who does he surround himself with? Who are the people your character is closest to? Who does he wish he were closest to?

Of his guild, his particular close friends are Morana, Hallomanaha, and likely others but they don’t come to mind right now. He’s divorced himself from his birth family, having been overwhelmed by his father and the memory of his mother. He regrets it at times, but then he remembers something that helps him recognize “yeah no screw it”. One of the dearest people to his heart is, of course, his fiancé (to be husband once Legion officially ends).

Where was your character born? Where has he lived since then? Where does he call home?

He lives currently in Silvermoon with the rest of the guild. He spent most of his life in Durotar/Orgrimmar, and briefly spent some time in Dun Morogh during Mists and hung out in Booty Bay between Wrath and Cataclysm.

Where does your character go when he’s angry?

Onto the battlefield, where he can, like any orc, take his fury out on his enemies. If that’s not an option, he goes to the training room. It’s rare to get him particularly angry, though.

What is his biggest fear? Who has he told this to? Who would he never tell this to? Why?

Being alone. His other most major fear of losing Moroes boils down to this, as well. Even jailed and isolated isn’t so bad to him, not just because of his apparent self-destruction manifesting into confidence in such a situation, but because his jailer would count as company. But lost, in an unknown place with no way out, he would break down. He very much needs people.

Given that Moroes has the same fear, they’ve discussed this before. They’re very comforting to one another about it.

Does he have a secret?

Not as of Legion. He’s generally quite the open book, and doesn’t like hiding things from others.

What makes your character laugh out loud?

He has a light-hearted and innocent sense of humour, though occasionally a more lewd joke will get the better of him. He’s not boisterous about his laughing.

When has your character been in love? Had a broken heart?

Currently, he’s engaged to a dwarf and they consume me tbh. Y’gar’s dated before Moroes, but has never really been in love. Compulsory heterosexuality had him with a woman, at which point he quickly realized he wasn’t into that.

Then dig deeper by asking more unconventional questions:

What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On his bedroom floor? On his nightstand? In his garbage can?

im lazy

Look at your characters feet. Describe what you see there. Does he wear dress shoes, gym shoes, or none at all? Is he in socks that are ratty and full of holes? Or is he wearing a pair of blue and gold slippers knitted by his grandmother?

Armoured boots, as any warrior. There’s plenty of damage and signs of repairs from battle and post-battle, as Y’gar regularly takes the attention of the enemy as per being the tank.

When your character thinks of his childhood kitchen, what smell does he associate with it? Sauerkraut? Oatmeal cookies? Paint? Why is that smell so resonant for him?

im lazy

Your character is doing intense spring cleaning. What is easy for him to throw out? What is difficult for him to part with? Why?

im lazy

Its Saturday at noon. What is your character doing? Give details. If he’s eating breakfast, what exactly does he eat? If he’s stretching out in his backyard to sun, what kind of blanket or towel does he lie on?

im lazy

What is one strong memory that has stuck with your character from childhood? Why is it so powerful and lasting?

im lazy

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where is he going? What does he wear? Who will he be with?

im lazy and also need to go to bed i need to reobtain my g1 tomorrow

Character Questionnaire 2

This questionnaire was invented by the noted French author Marcel Proust. These questions are frequently used in interviews so you may want to pretend youre interviewing your characters.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

“I suppose becoming Battlelord is an impressive professional achievement... really, I don’t know why me over the countless others surely more talented than I am, but at the same time, I don’t want to complain.”

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

“Him and I, away from this faction war nonsense. Somewhere where my brothers and sisters of the guild are not burdened, either-- nor are those he cares for from his guild. But... that’s just pure idealism.”

What is your current state of mind?

“I’m alright, I guess. Argus is a discomforting place, with the Legion abound. Still, I’ve been in worse moods.”

What is your favorite occupation?

“I didn’t think I had the heart for battle, but I find I actually... like tanking for the guild. It’s a confidence-booster, at the very least, to stand against beasts and villains several thousand times my size and keeping their attention away from everyone else. I certainly feel helpful.”

What is your most treasured possession?

He smiles and touches his gauntletted left hand. “Until the wedding... ♥”

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

“By the ancestors-- if you get me started on how I adore Moroes Anchorfist, Battlelord and my sea and stars, I’ll finally have reason to never shut up.”

What is your favorite journey?

“Favourite? Um-- I... actually can’t decide. I just enjoy spending time with others, no matter what’s happening. ... I just know I don’t prefer anything that involves spiders.”

What is your most marked characteristic?

“Personality-wise? Um... I get a lot of comments about being shy, or sweet, or pathetic depending on who’s talking. Physically? Anyone who checks me out tends to stare at my abs.”

When and where were you the happiest?

“That moment will come soon. Very... very soon.” Smiles.

What is it that you most dislike?

Makes a face. “It’s a shallow answer, but... spiders. I’ll be happy if I never have to sink my axe into another one of those damn creepy bastards ever again.”

What is your greatest fear?

“I... losing my love is a major one, but... on a purely selfish level, I just... I don’t want to be alone.”

What is your greatest extravagance?

“Not really mine, but Odyn insists on officiating mine and Moroes’ wedding in the Halls of Valor with the Vrykul, as much of the guild as we want to invite... I would have been happy with just doing it in a private ceremony in Pandaria like we had planned before, but Moroes liked the idea, and, well... where he’s happy, I’m happy.”

Which living person do you most despise?

“Um, I guess Garrosh is out of the question since he’s dead now. I... don’t know. I have a hard time really hating people. Okay, Catahecas is an asshole and nobody likes him, but he... really could be worse? People really have to earn my ire, I guess, and... wow, that sounded presumptuous...”

What is your greatest regret?

Buries his face in his hands. “... Northrend...”

Which talent would you most like to have?

“Talent? Practically, I should ask Althrich for tips on cooking. I’m going to be married soon, and I know Moroes doesn’t know how to do it.”

Where would you like to live?

“I think I would like someplace with a winter’s chill, but not so cold as, say, Icecrown. Dun Morogh is actually rather nice, I find, but, er-- I know Moroes would rather avoid it... Perhaps Kun-Lai is close enough to that climate?”

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

“I... a lot of people have gone through much worse than I. Torture. The weight of the world. Deaths of others, their own deaths. Of them, I don’t know which would be the greatest of despair... I want to give you an answer to be polite, and so I don’t feel so ignorant, but at the same time...”

What is the quality you most like in a man?

“Well, I know what I like in my beloved. He’s clever, strong, inspirational, hard-working, caring, thoughtful, incredibly handsome-- I like blue eyes and a long beard...” Blushes suddenly. “I-I’m sorry, I’m going on too long.”

...Pause. “Aw, hell, it’s him, how can I not? ♥ As I was saying, handsome, witty, brave...”

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Blank-faced -- “When they’re not attracted to me.”

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?

His face tells of a struggle not to say ‘everything’. “I... um... Just the worst one? I guess... My biggest weakness is how I waver before opposition. I mean, I’m-- I’m getting better, I think? That’s what everyone else is telling me, but...”

What is the trait you most deplore in others?

“I think... what I hate to see most in others is undeterred, uncaring cruelty. I hated Garrosh’s warmongering, Illidan irks me with his self-justifications... It’s not even sadism on their part. It’s that they are-- or were-- just so... impassive about it. As if the lives and pain of others just meant nothing.”

What do you most value in your friends?

“I admire their hard work and resilience, their marching onward despite everything. I know a lot of them have demons they battle regularly, worse than I could dream of, but still they continue. I aspire to be that way, as well.”

Who is your favorite hero of fiction?

“I can’t think of a good tale. All the ones I know are true stories.”

Whose are your heroes in real life?

“Aside from people I know personally, I’ve long admired High Overlord Saurfang’s strong morals and sense of honor. I’m glad he now leads the people of Orgrimmar.”

Which living person do you most admire?

“Have I mentioned my future husband often enough yet? I have? No I haven’t. Let me talk about him some more--”

What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

“I wish I could say warmongering wasn’t a virtue I could list for you, but then again, take one step into Orgrimmar and you’ll hear about thirty people boasting their latest kills.” Growls. “And they say Grom freed us from our bloodlust.”

On what occasions do you lie?

“I don’t like to lie... but I’ll do it to keep others safe.”

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

“I’ve had a lot of people tell me to stop apologizing for things... and then I apologize for apologizing. It doesn’t happen much anymore, thankfully.”

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Once again, ‘everything’ comes to mind. “I-I maybe answered this when you asked what I most hated about myself? But if not that, then I just want to be strong enough to be reliable. I feel like that encompasses everything...”

What are your favorite names?

“Besides my fiancé’s? Uh, I don’t know. I associate good things with my allies’ names. I don’t think about it besides that?”

How would you like to die?

Shifts uncomfortably. “Not anytime soon. Unlike most of my people, I... don’t want to die in battle. I’d rather pass peacefully.”

If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?

Groans. “You realize that is reality for far too many, right? Some wear undeath well, I... don’t think I would. In fact, I think I’d be too weak to maintain my sentience in undeath. So I’d rather not.”

What is your motto?

“Don’t have one? I mean... I guess... the Horde battle cry, but everyone has that...”