#Painful guide

[game-of-kinks]

Guide douloureux Toutes les cartes sont dispo sur @tire-une-carte / English version is at @play-my-game

#Clamps #Painful guide #kinky card game

[play-my-game]

#Clamps #Painslut #Painful guide #At home #mtg

[s0fter-sin]

something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line

“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”

“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"

but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.

he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.

his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.

ghost doesn't let him.

"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."

soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.

he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."

the ice in soap's eyes fractures.

ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.

“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”

#in my head its bc graves abducts his sister and is using her as hostage to draw him out knowing ghost will always follow him #but the intensity and intimacy of saying ‘you cant trust your mind not to betray you so let me be in charge of your body until you can’ #after what happened to tommy he could never deny johnny his right to save his sister #but its bc of what happened to tommy that he knows he cant let him do it alone with only his rage to guide him #hes more likely to get himself killed and ghost wont live through that #so he has to balance it #and the only way he knows how is to completely shut down soap’s mind until hes no more than instinct and muscle memory #if he cant think practically then dont let him think at all #reduce him to a place where he can only follow orders #and when its finally over and his sister is safe and graves is dead #only then will he drag johnny back up to the surface #he’ll do it even if it means dragging him kicking and screaming back to humanity #instead of letting him sink in the depths where nothing hurts. theres no fear down there. no pain. only order #and thats the risk ghost took sending johnny to that place but he only did it bc he would stop at nothing to bring him back #and help him through the after #the breakdown. the rush of panic and rage and relief and anguish johnnys been supressing on his order #it was his word that turned johnny into a ghost #and its his touch that brings him back to the man #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #cod #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #john soap mactavish #soap cod

[somsonsomsoff]

headcanons for the employers have somehow turned into a crossover with de skills

#madness combat #so the thought process is this #based on the episodes the auditor is most likely to be associated with physical pain raw strength and endurance #he appears to be descended to the level of mortals and their physical world and he clearly doesn't mind drinking some sugary drinks #i also like the idea of stygian being his counterpart thematically related to souls and rituals #and through understanding other’s emotions they could be frighteningly comforting to those they guide through the mortal coils #the authority expressed by calling someone a worm seems comical #and the conductor sounds like someone who has something to do with interfacing #it would be interesting if they were the one who set nevada in motion with lightnings and stuff like that #that leaves the deliberator who holds all the knowledge and ability to reason for the rest of the employers #and like what if they were a little more dramatic. #madness project nexus #de skills #madness combat employers

[oldschoolfrp]

Help, our friend has been stabbed 23 times in the curia by persons unknown (David Dorman, from the AD&D 2e Dungeon Master's Guide, TSR, 1989)

#If you've ever been stabbed in the curia you know just how painful that can be #D&D #David Dorman #Dungeons & Dragons #ancient rome #Rome #Romans #cleric #temple #healer #dnd #AD&D 2e #DMG #Dungeon Master's Guide #D&D 2e #Dungeons and Dragons #TSR

[probablyhuntersmom]

If Hunter found himself in the kind of dream which Eda had

(These aren't leaks, they're a combo of tracing over screenshots and airbrushing :3)

#toh hunter #toh #the owl house #toh edits #golden guard #hunter wittebane #my edits #my art #I could talk about this for hours..but this kinda thing references Internal Family Systems (IFS) therapy #a therapist should guide this process of getting a client's wounded inner child to hand their pain over to their current self #here the pain is represented by the mask #current!Hunter (in the beige outfit) is healed enough to be able to handle the mask #and the wounded part represented by Hunter in the GG uniform can now rest #now that he has passed his burden to his future/current self #1k #2k #3k #4k #5k #loz's art

[whumpinggrounds]

Writing Chronic Pain

By a person who kinda sorta has chronic pain (I am getting better) <3

First I want to say that all of this is general advice and nothing I could possibly say would constitute a “rule.” Also, this advice is extremely specific to pain resulting from an old injury. My experience is only one person’s, but I thought it might be helpful so here goes.

Describing pain

It is surprisingly difficult to accurately describe pain, especially when that pain is long-term and evolving. My injury was in my knee, under my kneecap, and almost two years out, I still have trouble even identifying if the pain is coming from the top or back of my knee. It sounds small, but it isn’t. Not being able to describe what you’re feeling or where it is can be frustrating and feel invalidating, especially if you’re trying to explain to someone else what’s going on.

It doesn’t always feel like pain, or any words commonly associated with pain (throbbing, aching, etc.) A lot of the time it’s hot, swollen, or even itchy. 

When you’re used to something hurting all the time, your relationship to that pain changes. I started to think of it less as pain and more as discomfort, or an “awareness” of my knee that I didn’t have for other body parts. This isn’t denial - my pain threshold had changed, and what might have registered as pain before didn’t affect me in the same way.

Complicating factors, AKA Things That Make It Worse

Something I never ever see addressed, even though “my old bones hurt when it’s cold” is the most common thing on earth:

My leg also swells and gets worse when it’s hot. Extremes in temperature, generally speaking, are both not good for me, but it’s easier to protect from cold than from heat.

Especially for joints, moving in new ways puts new strain on the injury, and that hurts a lot. You might do PT to recover your ability to run, but that doesn’t mean you’ll be able to jump. In fact, if it’s a knee injury, jumping is probably the last thing you’ll get back. Think the same way about hips, or ankles, or elbows and shoulders. Having one thing back =/= getting everything back.

Some things might never come back. I don’t really want to talk about this, and it’s pretty self-explanatory. There’s a lot of grief that comes with that.

Endurance builds back slowly, and isn’t always linear.

I think everyone knows this already, but there are good days and bad days. They don’t follow any schedule or logic. Sometimes I do something knowing that I’ll be in pain that night, but other times I wake up, sit at my desk for a few hours, and realize I’ll have to take 4 Advil to get through the day. 

Things that help!

Rest! Physical therapy! Painkillers!

Elevating the injury (above the heart) is shockingly helpful. I was always surprised by what a difference it made.

Sleeping in positions that don’t put stress the affected area. Positions that actively support it are even better! Pillows help a lot with this. Sharing a bed with someone...not so helpful.

Before doing something strenuous, heating up the muscles/joints so that it’s less of a shock to the system when they’re used. After doing something strenuous, ice.

A note about ice packs: Even small ice packs can make you very, very cold. When I’m icing my knee, I definitely need warm socks. If I’m icing my shoulder, I’d want something for my hands. A blanket definitely doesn’t hurt.

Effects of being in pain all/most of the time

It’s hard to sleep! Sometimes I will walk around all day without really processing that my leg hurts, and then I’ll lie in bed and realize that I can’t sleep because I can’t stop thinking about my knee. It doesn’t necessarily register as pain, but I have come to realize that not being able to stop thinking about it = it is pain.

It is hard to ask for help, and it doesn’t get easier. In fact, sometimes it feels like it gets harder. People are less understanding the farther out you are from the actual injury - or at least I worry that they will be.

And finally

This one is a HUGE for me.

I know people love to write sweet, long-suffering angels but I really really struggle with that portrayal because

When I am in pain all day/for several days, I turn into a massive fucking bitch. It is exhausting and infuriating and drains me emotionally and physically, even if I don’t notice it happening. I get frustrated easily, I snap at people, and while all my emotions run high, mostly I get pissed off. I understand people want to write the characters they want to write, and I would never ask anyone not to, even if that character is a perfect angel whose response to pain makes me envious and self-conscious. I would (gently) request that such authors reflect on a few things:

Why does your character respond to pointless, unstoppable pain with such bravery or sweetness or stoicism? Where does that response come from, and what does it do for your character and the characters around them? What are the consequences of holding back more “unsavory” feelings? 

I would also (again, gently and respectfully) urge people to think hard about the motivations behind having a character who stays kind and sweet and good despite massive amounts of pain and helplessness. What ideas does this reinforce about pain and martyrdom in the disability community? What messages does it send about how disabled people can or even “should” behave?

That’s all I have for now! Please feel free to ask questions, my ask box is always open. Please also let me know if this is helpful to you - I’m considering writing a few more things about disabilities/diagnoses that I have direct experience with, and I’m wondering if people are interested in that.

Thanks for reading!

#chronic pain #writing advice #writing chronic pain #writing disability #disability writing guide

[bonefall]

Does leopard still have 3 lives in her final battle? Or was that changed?

Yep. I think she drowned her once, then Leopardstar lunges up refreshed, and she gets the upper paw on Mistyfoot with 2 lives to go.

(MAYBE tw gore, but I really did try to be tasteful about a head being smashed on a rock.)

On her back, splashing and thrashing furiously against Leopardstar's claws dunking her head under, Mistyfoot glimpses a wave breaking just over the tip of a stone-blue rock. Her only chance.

With a surge of power, her claws sink into her leader's golden shoulder and they tumble and roll to the right. Before the tyrant even realizes what's happening, she's yanked up, and then whipped backwards with a wet CRUNCH

And then again

And again

And again, until Mistyfoot can't even make out what's left of her leader anymore. All she can see is that it's a red, brown, and yellow blur, because her eyes burning with salty tears and her whole body is trembling.

She drops the corpse onto the stone and it slides into the water, lifelessly. After a moment it spasms aimlessly one last time, like an insect does after its head is bitten off, unlike the deliberate, agonized throes of Tigerstar suffering through his doomed lives. And then it's still.

There's only the tranquil sound of bubbling water, and Mistyfoot's frenzied panting. Her pounding heart makes it hard to hear either.

The blood is carried off by the shallow water in scarlet swirls, but the lake runs pale red as if it's washing it away. Some were aware of this prophecy, but Mistyfoot was not.

It isn't closure to her, or a fulfillment of divine decree. It's just blood that should be on her paws, slicked away by the complicit river. She wished it could feel like it's over, but she's smart enough to know the truth. Has been through enough terrible events like this to understand what comes next.

Her body will move foward. Her mind will need to consider her deputy. Her paw will come down on code-defying cats like Blackclaw and Greenflower. But her heart will stay here, next to the remains of Leopardstar, the same way another piece of it remains at Stonefur's side across space and time.

#Tw gore #Juuuust in case but I did try to stay tasteful #While also trying to write it as gut-wrenchingly violent as I imagine in my head #Because it's important that it haunts her #The kill wasn't pretty and clean. It was awful. She didn't want this. It wasn't heroic #'Why did you do this to me? Why did you make this so cruel?' #'Why was the last thing you ever did to me such a horrible command as a leader?' #'And why did I obey your orders until the bitter bitter end?' #'How could you turn my defiance into a new kind of cruel obediance? Did I not suffer ENOUGH for you?' #'And now there is no head to bury with your body. I am cursed with the last memory of your face. I alone will know how you looked at me' #'That the last expression on your face wasn't pain or confusion or realization.' #'It was all fury. For me.' #OF COURSE tho I will continue to make funny rock jokes until the day I die lmaoo #Duality of Bones #Hmm maybe when I get to this in BB!TNP I'll be quick and objective about it and save the Misty Emotions for like... #I miss how the field guides used to have stories told in 1st person. #It would be fun to have a BB!Mistystar Speaks #Because I do LOVE writing Misty's verbose and philosophical speeches. #As you can see from the tags lmao #BB!Mistystar #Better bones au

[hyperfixationtimego]

1998’s Gus the theatre cat is so so painful for me and I can’t praise it enough for that. like - the shaking, the aimless wandering…., his vision of the past that nobody else can see, that he’s chasing in such a confused way because it’s the only thing that feels familiar,,,,,,,,,,the frailty of the voice, the way he cries into Jellylorum’s chest, the tangible sense of grief !!!!!! and the way Old Deuteronomy encourages the other Jellicles to show him both affection and respect, honoring him for the life he’s lived………. I don’t think I can ever be normal about this sorry!!!!

#not going to go too deep into it but like. for anyone who’s ever experienced caring for a loved one with dementia it just hits SO different. #and there’s almost like this sense of…….detachment from Jellylorum. like she doesn’t GET it and that just feels SO real. #and the way Deuteronomy treats him is so very peerlike like he KNOWS who Gus was for real & is just trying his best to be there for him now #just the deep sense of respect he harbors for him shown in the gentle way he guides him is just the most painful in the world!!!!!!! it #it’s so important to me #cats the musical #cats 1998 #gus the theatre cat #jellylorum #old deuteronomy

[angelsdean]

Dean remembering Hell in Supernatural: Bobby Singer's Guide to Hunting.

(for context they're up against a Greek Goddess that is feeding on their memories--preferring the good ones--so Dean starts remembering all his worst ones to hurt her)

#society if dean got a proper hell trauma arc #also notice how sam only remembers SECONDS of his time in hell. dean vividly remembers years worth of brutal torture. #like not diminishing the fact that sam suffered at the hands of lucifer but their hell trauma IS very different. #sam's was mostly psychological. he was never on the rack like dean was. he was in the cage with lucifer playing mind-games. #dean's trauma was bodily. physical. unimaginable brutal pain and torture. #sam gets his hell trauma taken by cas. effectively lifting the burden. he knows factually what happened but the trauma response is gone #dean never gets that. dean never has the memories scrubbed clean or the body's trauma response lifted. #dean is the one that teaches sam the 'pain trick' to distinguish between reality and hell hallucination. why does he know this? #bc he's dealing with his own hell trauma. probably seeing Alistair like sam sees lucifer. the difference is we never get to hear abt it #bobby's guide to hunting #hell trauma #dean and hell

[solargeist]

It hurt in the beginning, but it hurt much MUCH more later on. You aren't even really aware that things are happening to you. They are subtle like that. After all, They have had the chance to prefect this process down to almost the second of becoming like Them.

Unfortunately, the perfected method is very painful. You feel it in your bones. Just a dull ache that makes you think of growing pains as a child. Something that once was easy to do; no longer works for how your body is structured (like climbing a tree or how when you used to cry, it would always be with tears that made your face too hot).

The shift from bones to being in your muscles would seemingly happen over night. Tendons feeling too rubbery and bendable and cartilage always became brittle. The nosebleeds became normal, and you are reassured that it is normal. (After all, it is to them.)

Eventually, it buzzes under your skin. Sometimes it feels like a phone vibrating under anywhere that might have blood, but then others it's impossible not to think of their being insects just under the first layer. (There are no bugs in the End. You know that. At least, you haven't seen any Endermites...) You hear it in your ear drums. Your teeth rattle ever so slightly in a way that makes your jaw hurt. The perpetual motion makes stomachs easier to upset and falling asleep almost impossible.

But eventually, after sitting too long in discomfort, you find out the meaning of these sorenesses. It is so much easier to mold something if it has been made pliable. They desire to bend, to snap, to stretch you as far as you'll go and then go farther.

Watchers are massive things in their fullness. Large and hulking creatures that can blot out the sun at their full hight. But one simply does get to being that size naturally. No, they had to be pulled up; spines and fingers being elongated, arms and legs extending out, and smiles made even wider to show more teeth.

The smile is why Grian doesn't ever bother having one shown. He hates to remember hooks pulling at his cheeks.

-Phantom

The way you go from DMing me to put him in a microwave, to this, is always fascinating, really, a littol gift to me 🫶

I think the Watcher holds his hair back when he’s sick, or gently rubs his back when he’s sore, even though it’s their fault he’s like this!!

#ask #watcher grian #body horror #it’s such a slow process. i think it just happens to anyone in that domaine… or using the magic.? the more he eats? #taken on trips to use magic. to guide. to watch. and then slowly realizing what’s happening when his hands don’t stop hurting #boy ur growing talons 👍 #the vibrating/buzzing in his skin is his pineapple blood 😭😭😭 it’s canon to me #i understand him . i also get pain in my fingernails and ear cartilage #he’s going to grow eyes on his brain bloodborne style #anyway thank U twin for this u fuel me and my insanity over grian #creatureAU

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Alrighty Lads Lex Luthor's Ascent From Supervillainy To Fatherhood Updated While I Was Watching Batman Vs Robin So I'm A Tad Late, But I Offer Meh Quality Memes Nonetheless!

As Always Link To The Beloved Fic Itself ↓

#Lex Luthor's Ascent From Supervillainy To Fatherhood #Lex Luthor's Guide Memes #my meh quality memes #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #in universe memes #dp memes #*muffled screaming* #this chapter was a nice mix of painful snd funny #10/10

[writeshite]

can u write a homelander x male reader, I'd prefer fluff but I dont really care. (Noone writes x male readers😭)

John wakes up to a second heartbeat. His soulmate’s guide is six years overdue, and the cuddliest, friendliest dog he’s ever met, a dark brownish-red golden retriever - John calls him Scout. Dr. Vogelbaum is surprised - firstly, that the universe gave John a soulmate, and secondly, that a dog managed to trot its way into a secure location with little effort - it takes three dead scientists before they realize Scout is here to stay. Vought hates Scout until he can make a profit. Some mediocre photographer snaps a photo of John carrying Scout after he’d run through the mud; it’s on the internet in under an hour and the highest trending photo in the United States by dinnertime.

‘Everything you need to know about Homelander’s soulmate.’

‘13 facts about golden retriever guides, and what that can tell you about Homelander’s soulmate.’

‘How to get guides to choose you.’

The internet dissolves into a mess overnight, and the subject of John’s soulmate is trending globally; the week before Valentine’s Day is his soulmate tour, thousands of people come along, and Scout becomes the face of the ideal guide. John feels so many things - proud when the world praises his guide, confused as Scout’s friendly demeanor makes it harder to find his soulmate, and downright murderous when a fan tries to drag Scout to her and get him to like her - Sitwell tries something similar to the latter, reaching out once to pet the dog, before getting her arm bitten. John laughs, his tone cold as Scout darts behind his legs. When the Seven is formed, the others are a mixed bag; John doesn’t care enough to pay them attention, and they do the opposite, openly gawking at Scout, eyes widening further when Scout outwardly prefers his company; they want to ask, but clam up when he glares at them, hesitant to touch the guide. 

“Can’t you take me to my soulmate, already?” he asks Scout one morning; the dog tilts his head, tongue hanging out, and John swears he nods his head in response. Scout grabs his glove, and darts off with it, dodging John as he attempts to grab him; John is just about ready to throw caution to the wind when Scout stops; John doesn’t, flying directly into a tree. He’s not knocked out, but it takes a moment for the ringing to stop; when his eyes open again, you’re standing over him.

“Oh my god, Homelander, sir, are you alright?” 

John never quite understood how people could just know their soulmate by sight, even with their guides, he just never understood how people were 100% certain, but now looking at you, it’s like his whole mind just screams ‘yes.’ You hold out your hand for him to take, helping him stand, even with the gloves; your touch just feels right; Scout is the happiest John has ever seen him, tail wagging fast, “Oh, hello again,” you say to him, scratching Scout just behind the ears, you turn to John with a fond teasing smile, and he knows he’s already gone. “So, I guess this means the cat’s all you?” The cat is an orange ragdoll that, according to you, has scratched, bitten, hissed, and attacked anyone who came too close to you for her liking; John’s proud to hear that you named her Mochi, and he’s less proud of that, “Mean cats need cute names,” you simply state.

“What, you’re gonna give me a cute name too, then,” he snickers.

“I don’t see why not,” you eye him for a second, pursing your lips as you think of a name, “Snookums.” His face scrunches in horror, and you laugh, “Ok, ok, that was bad. Honeybun? Pudding? Pumpkin?” You rotate through so many names, each one as sappy as the last one, John’s expressions fueling your laughter further - there’s the distinct sound of a camera shutter, but John ignores it - placing a hand over your mouth as you dissolve into giddy hysterics. “Alright, point taken,” you say, and John is acutely aware of how close he’s pulled you to him. “How about your name then? I can’t just call you Homelander forever.”

“John,” he says.

“John. Johnathan,” You try the words on your tongue, “Jonnie, Johnny Boy.” You shake your head, “Yeah, I’ll stick with John.” You smile, giving John your name, “Nice to meet you, John.”

#homelander x male reader #homelander x reader #shitedrabbles #i feel your pain cause i'm 99.999% sure i've read through all the male reader fics for my fav characters #animal guide soulmate AUs are my favorite they're fucking hilarious. get it? scout. cause homelander's like a boy scout :D i'll see myself #shitequeue #i might return to this AU i think #this is me just rambling #soulmate au

[nattikay]

stumbled across this post and hoooooooooo boy as someone who studies the Na’vi language as a hobby it was painfully obvious that 95% of the “Na’vi names” were straight-up pulled out of the author’s rear; most of those words do not actually exist in the language and aren’t even valid within its phonology system...so I’m gonna correct it before I implode :P

Small note on why certain things are wrong before we go to the specific words because the author makes all these mistakes a lot:

I’ve mentioned before that tìftang (the apostrophe thing) cannot go between two consonants, so any time you see, for example, t’s or k’n etc, that’s invalid.

You will also never see tìftang as the second letter of a word, as it is only allowed to come at the start or end of a syllable, never in the middle. So a word starting with p’a is also invalid even though there’s a vowel. (you can fix this by adding a second vowel, which creates a second syllable: ap’a which would break down into [ap][’a], or pa’a which could break down into either [pa’][a] or [pa][’a] (doesn’t really matter which, I don’t think)).

The sounds b, g, d, ch, and sh do not exist in the forest dialect of Na’vi. These sounds do technically exist in the reef dialect; however, since this book long predates the existence of the reef dialect and is clearly focused on the forest people, any time you see any of these letters, that is also incorrect. J also does not currently exist in any dialect. 

Lastly, the sound h does exist, BUT it can only begin a syllable, never end one. So you will never see a Na’vi word ending in h such as the English “meh”.

Alrighty, on to the specific debunking:

English term: Baby carrier Fake Na’vi term: “Iveh k’nivi s’dir” Problems: h at the end of a word, tìtang as second letter, tìftang between consonants, D Actual Na’vi term: Prrsmung (derived from prrnen “baby” and sämunge “transportation tool”)

English term: Bladder Lantern Fake Na’vi term: “Tmi nat’sey” Problems: invalid consonant cluster (tm), tìftang between consonants Actual Na’vi term: Tsmisnrr (“food here” would also actually be “syuve fìtseng”)

English term: Blue Flute Fake Na’vi term: “omati s’ampta” Problems: tìftang as second letter, invalid consonant cluster (either mp or pt) Actual Na’vi term: There is currently no canon name for this instrument; however, it cannot be this because s’ampta is phonetically invalid

English term: Hammock Fake Na’vi term: “Eywa k’sey nivi’bri’sta” Problems: tìftang as second letter, tìftang between consonants, B Actual Na’vi term: Nivi (“Eywa cradles everyone” would actually be “Eywal frapot meyam”)

English term: Loom Fake Na’vi term: “Ulivi mari’tsey mak’dini’to” Problems: tìftang between consonants, D Actual Na’vi term: ‘ewrang (regular looms), sa’ewrang (giant “mother” loom)

English term: Fire Pit Fake Na’vi term: “mreki u’lito” Problems: invalid consonant cluster (mr) Actual Na’vi term: There’s not an exact one really, but txep means fire and merki is a ground rack for cooking meats I almost wonder if this one’s mostly just a typo since mreki and merki are so similar...but u’lito is not a real word regardless ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

English term: Leaf Plate Fake Na’vi term: “sumin jilt’luy” or “ulu’tah inlb’sey muisi” Problems: tìftang between consonants, invalid consonant clusters (not even sure how to properly break these down it’s such a mess), h at the end of a word, J, B Actual Na’vi term: Yomyo lerìk (colloquially shortened to just rìk (“leaf”)) this one’s kinda hard to read in the photo so the transcription may be off by a letter or two but I assure you it’s still a mess regardless lol

English term: Personal Belongings Rack Fake Na’vi term: “p’ah s’ivil chey” Problems: tìftang as second letter, h at the end of a word, Ch Actual Na’vi term: Snokfyan (derived from sno “one’s self (reflexive pronoun)” and kurfyan “suspended rack”)

Ok this one is actually really close! Just needs a small grammar fix: Kelutralä tìrol (“song of Hometree” or “Hometree’s song”) (plural version: Kelutralä sìrol)

#avatar #na'vi #lì'fya leNa'vi #friendly reminder that the ''activist survival guide'' is not considered canon! #man reading those was painful #those are not real words next to none of those are real words!! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ #good gravy tho no wonder so many oc names in fics are Like That if this is what people think the language looks like oof :I #a n y w a y s...

[sideprince]

I've seen the same post a hundred times now. Sometimes it's a few days old, sometimes it's from years ago, but it's always the same. Some anti posts about how they don't understand how anyone can like Snape because he was so awful, and then there's a long reply that goes something like, "imagine this happens to you, and then this, and then this" to describe Snape's experience. Sometimes there's some James Potter hate thrown in.

Look. You can go through describing a character's entire experience but you don't really need to. Here's the thing that antis don't understand:

For all her faults (and they're big, bigoted ones) Rowling understood a really integral part of the human experience and conveyed it through Snape. Everyone needs love and to feel accepted. It's that simple. Snape became a Death Eater to seek acceptance (Rowling has confirmed this, though I can't remember the source - whoever wants to add it please do), because it was the only way he could find any.

Snape's understanding of morality, like everyone's, is subjective. Some readers understand this and some don't. When faced against a morality that says there is good and bad in the world, everyone makes choices based on their personal experience. Context is everything. Someone who experiences pain and suffering will not see the person inflicting it on them as moral. That's it. 'How can this person be good when they caused me so much suffering?' = human psychology. Most of the people who think 'I'm a bad person and deserve this' have been gaslit and abused into thinking so, because it's not a natural reaction - it's one that has to often be socialized into someone at a young age, exactly because it's not natural. Everyone is the hero of their own story; no one sees themselves as a villain, because they see the valid aspects of their own perspective.

You can write essays on how vulnerable people needing acceptance is what cults and fascists exploit to recruit vulnerable people, or on how the standard anti's un-nuanced reading of Snape both ignores canon and displays a disturbing lack of empathy or compassion, but at its core it just boils down to context. From Snape's perspective he experienced cruelty, therefore the people inflicting it must be cruel. Again, it's that simple. He was a person, like any other, except he was fictional so he wasn't even real. On the flip side is James Potter, who, for all his faults, didn't get to live long enough to get a chance to change and grow unlike Snape, and I think the Snapedom also needs to acknowledge that.

They're fictional characters representing things an author wants to say, not sports teams, not martyrs, and not all good or all bad emblems that define your identity depending on how you feel about them. It's depressing how much time is wasted arguing with bullies and trolls whether from the Marauders fandom or just random antis. I literally can't find more than three blogs to follow without this argument coming across my feed daily. I know the Snapedom is Not OK™ and that's kind why we're all here, and I know that my take is super unpopular but like Snape, I don't care what others think: this fandom has been having the exact same argument for years and nothing has changed. There's fanart and meta and fic and so much content out there appreciating this character, you're not going to change an anti's mind who's deliberately trolling in the tags, so why are you trying? What are you getting out of it? What does it give you? It's exhausting just scrolling past it.

#The thing about morality is that it's subjective #the religious leader who's a beacon of moral purity to their congregation #is a source of selfishness and pain to someone they abuse in secret #is that abuse victim immoral for rejecting the values the religious leader represents? #the congregation might think so because their definition of morality relies on the religious leader being a moral guide #the victim might not think so though because how can something be righteous if it causes suffering #look this is just an example of how perspectives can vary and I know there are more possible takes on that example #my point is that the idea that there's no clear 'good' and 'evil' there's only power/what you do with it is actually how psychology works #'good' to one person can be pain to another #'scourgify' is an innocuous household spell that cleans stains until it's used to waterboard someone #context matters more than labels like 'light' and 'dark' magic

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Childe has always been the tough one between the two of you. how could he not be, with his status as the most battle-hungry Fatui Harbinger? despite countless sighs and lectures from you, he continued to sneak into your home at night, covered in bruises and scratches but smiling as bright as the dawn when you emerged with medical supplies. so why, why were you the one now confined to your bed from injuries, having gotten thrown across a field by a particularly irritated mitachurl? you hadn't visited for a few days and Foul Legacy was becoming frantic in Childe's head, urging him to check on you only to find you sitting quietly in your bed, several patches of bandages peeking out under your clothes. Foul Legacy chitters anxiously in Childe's head as he rushes over and takes your hands in his, treating you like glass- which you might as well be, with how delicately and slowly you're moving. you smile and apologize for not coming out to meet him, but Childe simply shakes his head and watches your thumbs gently rub the back of his hands, trying to comfort him even though you're the one in pain. you must've moved wrong, in that next moment, because suddenly you wince. something in Foul Legacy cracks and in a blink he's snatched control over Childe's body, transforming before your eyes to tentatively cup your face in his hands. Foul Legacy's not used to caring for someone- Childe uses him more to slaughter enemies and feel the rush of battle- but he wants to care for you, and does his best to bring you anything you need whether it be food, water, books- and when he's not pampering you he'll snuggle up beside you, purring contently and watching you read. you're taking this rather well for someone who's only seen Foul Legacy a few times, even letting your guard down enough to lay your head on his fluff and fall asleep. or at least, he think you're letting your guard down. for you, there was no guard to begin with. if you ever try to get up before you're healed, Foul Legacy freaks out and gently tugs you back into bed, whimpering frantically. he'll rest his head lightly on your stomach- as long as it doesn't hurt much- and rumble quietly until you fall back asleep, your hand buried in his hair. if you simply insist on going outside for some fresh air, he'll carry you! you fit so perfectly in his arms, after all, and there's no point in straining your already injured body. when you're finally able to walk on your own again, Foul Legacy chirps with such delight you think he might cry. you can't walk very far, but the radiant smile you give him when you stumble into his arms says more than words ever can.

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #gi ajax #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartaglia #genshin childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin x reader #childe x reader #thought this up because guess whose shoulder and knee are acting up!! #when did i even injure my shoulder..... #i know when i injured my knee but my shoulder??? #oh also the reason Foul Legacy knows how to take care of you somewhat is from Childe providing the medical info #you tell him how to do some stuff too but Childe's also very Concerned so he's guiding Foul Legacy through the steps #Childe's internal thoughts are like 'but i'm supposed to be the injured one :((( i don't want YOU to be in pain :(((((' #wifi's brainrot #short scenario