#...and it will only be a matter of time before that bigotry festers and takes its mask off...

[uncanny-tranny]

It's always weird when people are like, "Oh, you being [x minority] made me stop hating/reconsider my bigotry toward [minority]!"

Not only is it weird from the standpoint of "wow, you hated me?" but it's weird to know that you displayed some type of behaviour that proved your humanity to them, and that if you stop displaying that behaviour for any reason, it's possible they'll just slide back into their hatred because they haven't fundamentally challenged why they hated you and your people.

It's fine to grow out of your bigotry, yes, but I'm completely understanding of people being weary of those who are so brazen about how much they hated people like you.

#politics #ask to tag (genuine) #like i've expressed this before and it was like people were assuming i was ungrateful for their growth??? #but it's like... /have/ they outgrown their bigotry if they're almost jovial about just how hateful they were toward minority groups? #i feel like true growth from bigotry is understanding how harmful bigotry is and how you played into that... #...no that doesn't mean groveling about your past and performatively 'apologizing'... #...it means challenging the beliefs you held and learning how to spot them if they try festering back in your mind... #...because groveling isn't the same as growth and neither is pretending like past bigotry is amusing or funny or quirky... #...in my mind both those thought processes still center the 'reformed' bigot and not the people they hurt and held bigoted beliefs about... #...i think both those things are selfish and show (to me) that they may well do still hold those same bigotries but they're hiding them... #...and it will only be a matter of time before that bigotry festers and takes its mask off... #...like that is PRECISELY why bigotry against ~bad people~ is JUST AS BAD as bigotry toward ~good minorities~... #...like transphobia against a trans person who is a terrible excuse for a human is still transphobia. it doesn't matter how bad they are #(just as an example of what i mean)

[all-knowledge-is-powerful]

DC Coup and how we got here

The last few days I like many of you have been reflecting on what we saw on Wednesday in DC. We saw white supremacists enter our capitol buildings meeting minimal resistance. We all know they would have never made it that far if it was BLM, or Antifa for that matter but I digress. Watching terrorists invade our government buildings in an attempt to overthrow the election seemed like the inevitable conclusion to the last 4 years. Now I won’t go into the fact that there has been no evidence of election fraud that would have impacted the outcome of the election, or detail evidence we have that shows that men and women at Capitol hill really were Trump supporters whipped into a frenzy over the last 4 years by the very man that held our highest most respected office. The fact is Wednesday was a symptom of a much larger issue.

We as Americans have built a culture that has allowed the ideals of white supremacy to feel safe and in some cases flourish. It is so easy to say or even think you can’t possibly be apart of the problem, because you aren’t like the worst. Just like a seed is small before it blossoms into a beautiful plant or cancerous weed, every extreme belief had to start somewhere. I remember growing up in a small white patriotic Christian town. I felt safe and secure, and I didn’t know a single racist. To me those were the kinds of people that would attempt violent crimes, and openly harass those that didn’t look like themselves. Still in the early 2000s, one of the junior high school announced after a hate crime was committed that they would partake in the Anti-Defamation League’s No Place for Hate program. I was maybe about 10 at the time, so I didn’t fully know or understand the reason at them time. All I knew is something terrible happened and the school said “enough is enough.” I learned later this crime was one of a long line of hate crimes in our community, including but not limited to cross burnings, KKK marches, and using swastikas to deface public property. In the years that followed, every school in the district followed this program, and I heard the inevitable complaints about political correctness and “PC culture.” Each year we took time to tackle issues of race and racism, but many didn’t take the programs seriously as far as knew we weren’t the problem. The problem was we were. I didn’t realize until later was that the problem wasn’t just the overt hate crime racism. The problem was the culture that traded micro-aggressions and didn’t call out our friends and relatives’ mild bigotry. This culture created a space for racists to feel comfortable. Let’s be honest the KKK members didn’t move when the marches stopped. During my first year of college, I was rightfully called out for several bigoted comments I made. I never thought of myself as a racist or a bigot, but there I was the seeds were planted and a weed was starting to grow. I may not have been going out and committing hate crimes, but I certainly said a few hateful things because that was my normal.

My normal hurt those around me, and I didn’t even know. If it wasn’t for those people that cared enough about me to call out my bigotry I could have just as easily turned out to be one of the extremists on capitol hill. My ignorance was not, and is not an excuse for anything. At the risk of sounding selfish, the person I hurt the most was me. For years, I had been struggling with my sexuality. In the deepest part of my soul, I always knew I was gay, but I wouldn’t, no I couldn’t let myself believe it. Roughly 5 years ago I finally came out, and if it wasn’t for those around me, and the people that called out my bigotry I may have never come out. Nothing about my story is unique. Wednesday only happened because we created a culture that allowed it to happen. Instead of being uncomfortable and calling out those around us we let the problem fester. It is past time that we address the sub-cultures that have allowed these individuals to feel comfortable. 

White folks need to be the ones to be uncomfortable, educate themselves and call out friends and relatives because the problem is our own. Whether it is at church, at home or out with friends we have created a culture that makes what we saw at the capitol okay. It happened because we allowed the line between good upstanding citizen and bigot to move until we were left with extremists feeling safe to march and spread their hate. Trump did not create the problem, but he did stoke an already raging inferno. Our BIPOC friends of color need us to care about them just as much as we want them to care about us. If you are a White Gay Male like myself calling out your relatives is the least you could do. If it wasn’t for black and brown transwomen we wouldn’t have many of the rights we have today. Are things perfect? No, but we owe it to be there for our black, indigenous friends of color since they were there for us when we needed them. Things won’t change over night, especially now that the worst can go find new platforms and find their community online, but we need to care enough about the people around us to call them out and plant the seeds that will hopefully one day blossom. Not everyone will be receptive, but we need to change the culture if we want to undo the damage that has been done by making white supremacists feel safe.  

#lgbtq #dc protests #capitol riot #witches against white supremacy #white privilege #white supermacists #dc coup #january 6 #january 6 2021 #dc insurrection #lgbt #time for action #story time #KG #KCG #white christianity

[nonbinaryresource]

ive been thinking abt this for a little while & have been needing to ask someone abt it. i am nb & have always considered myself trans but recently ive not been vibing with the trans label bc i am so sick of seeing ppl exclude & invalidate nb ppl. ik that i shouldnt stop doing smth just bc other ppl r being assholes but its so tiring to see ppl constantly say how u dont belong or arent valid. srry this is long & kinda rambly i just dont really know how to feel abt it

I will directly address your ask, but I’m going to start by telling you a story about my journey with identifying as asexual and queer.

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When I was about 11, my friends suddenly started drooling over magazines and calling people hot, and I didn’t know what it was, but I knew I did not feel whatever it is my friends were feeling.

Until I was about 16/17, this part of me remained a mystery to me and to my friends. I never had crushes, I never found people hot, I never liked complimenting people physically, I was uncomfortable with sex on TV, and I didn’t even like platonic touch. Now my group of friends were all repressed and closeted queer folk, so I didn’t have to deal with “being left behind” as my friends dated. But the later we got into high school, the more my friends began discovering and exploring their sexualities.  A freshman became a part of our friend group and was openly trans and gay. One friend came out as gay. Another as bi. They started commenting more and more about other’s looks and having crushes.

Still, there was nothing on my end. My friends used to think I was just being vague and secretive because this is what I tended to be like. I don’t think they’ve ever realized how much of it was that I truly didn’t know or understand what my lack of sexual feelings meant or that it could even mean anything. I used to just consider it a “nothingness” of myself. Until, by complete chance, I came across the term asexual. I immediately connected with it. It explained so much that I didn’t even know I needed explained.

I came out quickly after that and I was really excited and happy and proud to know who I was and what how I felt meant. My friends were great and supportive. My mom was a little ignorant but overall supportive. AVEN was great and a community for me. But if I tried to talk about it anywhere else online…

Well, the effects of how people treated me would fester for years. See, I came out as asexual before exclusionism (the specific movement of anti-aro and anti-ace erasure and gatekeeping from lgbt+ spaces) was a movement or a named thing. Yet exclusionist attitudes were exactly what I faced. My queer friends all completely accepted me as one of them and I helped co-run our school’s new GSA with the rest of them. But online, as a teen, I was facing 30+ year olds telling me I wasn’t queer and that I was just trying to seem special and that I needed to shut up about my asexuality and my experiences and that I wasn’t valid and that asexuality wasn’t a real thing and that even if asexuality was a real thing it wasn’t valid and it certainly didn’t matter.

I graduated high school and went to college and was no longer really in touch with my group of friends. I therefore completely cut myself off from any lgbt+/queer community, even though a friend invited me to join the college’s queer association. I stopped participating so much in online asexual spaces. I become wrapped up in other things.

A couple of years went by and a lot of things in my life changed. By chance, mod applications for a blog about aro and ace headcanons for a fandom I enjoyed came across my dash. I had extra time on my hands and thought I could help, so I applied and was accepted. This increased my exposure to the aspec community again and thrust me back in… just around the time exclusionism was becoming a specific and named movement of bigotry.

At the same time I resisted these ideals, I was also still hurt and unhealed from what I’d gone through as a teen. I internalized a lot of the hatred and gatekeeping. I was so hurt and so tired. I just wanted to be able to exist in peace. And people I considered myself one of were harassing me and dismissing even my biromanticism. So I struggled with my identity and my asexuality. I did not specifically become an exclusionist, but I turned my back on the lgbt+ community and spaces. I did not consider myself lgbt+ because I learned that doing so only brought pain and upset and made me feel alone and isolated. I didn’t speak a lot on exclusionism or inclusionism, but at some point I did make a plea to my fellow aspecs to just let the larger community go and be our own community and accept that maybe we could be straight. I did it out of desperation and hurt, wanting to stop feeling targeted and attacked and to stop seeing the fighting on my dash and in the tags. I just wanted us all to be happy and feel accepted and supported.

On that post, one wonderfully kind and patient person opened up a discussion with me, explaining their own hurts over exclusionism and being so damn exhausted of them and fellow aspecs being targeted and excluded and written out and not supported and feeling like they had to split their asexuality from their other queer identities and how being asexual was a part of them and how it had strongly shaped their experiences, especially with realizing and coming to terms with the other parts of their queer identity. And through their raw honesty I came to realize… I had never stopped to process the harassment I had faced and the pain and hurt that cut me so deeply.

It was a changing point for me. I realized that I had handled my pain in a bad way and had ended up lashing out at other aspecs instead of the people who were actually hurting me. I realized how much I had hurt myself and held myself back and cut myself down and dismissed parts of myself trying to fit into the box exclusionists had laid out for me, as if I could ever made them happy enough to stop harassing me and just let me exist. I cut myself down for them, but the truth is that exclusionists don’t just want aspecs “out” of the community. They want to hurt us. They want us to hurt. They want us to doubt ourselves. They want to feel strong and powerful, and they feel they can achieve this through bullying us. Perhaps some, like myself, are trying to appeal to their oppressors by pointing out another vulnerable group they could target more/instead. They are passing on hurt instead of standing up to it and so they are actually festering in hurt instead of changing anything.

Today, I am a staunch inclusionist. I understand myself and the issues aspecs face much better. I am a more compassionate person regarding the confusion and upset aros and aces have over their identity and their place in the world. I feel more stable and confident regarding my identity as an asexual - and now as an aromantic - queer person who is lgbt+.

But it was a long, hard, difficult journey to get here. It was full of a lot of turmoil. I wish I would have had a happier journey where I felt more supported and accepted, and I hope I can help provide more stability and support for future generations to not have to go through what I did.

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My point (or one among a few, anyway) is that I deeply and personally understand how you are feeling and the decision facing you now. As someone who went through a very similar experience, my advice to you is to take care of yourself and to prioritize your mental health.

It’s okay if you can’t handle identifying as trans right now. Maybe you do need some space from the label (and definitely from the hatred and gatekeeping). Maybe you need to pull back from certain communities or blogs or discussions.

However, I will say that not identifying as trans may not bring the peace you desire. It may end up making you feel even more isolated. Not identifying as LGBT+ certainly didn’t help me. It was reactionary and it only made me feel like there were less spaces for me. That said, you may find peace in this. But I think the bigger action to take is to separate yourself from those who are saying harmful things more than to separate yourself from a label you feel really suits you. Use your block button liberally. Don’t force yourself to partake in spaces where gatekeeping is allowed or encouraged. Follow and listen to more people who are inclusive.

I think burnout like this is unfortunately pretty common. You do not have to force yourself to face this hatred or exhaustion because you think it’s the right thing to do. It’s okay to pull back and just take care of yourself. Just work on some self-care. Work on building up a community of people around you who don’t resort to bigotry and hatred and exorsexism and gatekeeping and identity policing. Engage only with what you can actually, honestly handle.

We will confront and move past this bigotry only by acting as a united front. The responsibility for improving things isn’t on any one person’s shoulders. And no one needs to be on the front lines 100% of the time, especially at the cost of their own wellbeing. Take care of yourself and rest now before you completely burn out and break down.

You do not have anything to prove, okay? I have both hope and faith that there is a lot more to your journey - a lot more good things and a lot more happiness and belonging. Take whatever time it is you need to help heal yourself and recover from the hurt and harassment that’s been plaguing you. You are important and you matter, much moreso than whatever label you use at whatever point in time. It will be okay.

I am here for you.

~Pluto

#mod pluto #validation #exorsexism #gatekeeping #exclusionism #long post #identity policing #self care #identity #coping #queer #lgbt #mod tera #anonymous #ask #answered #asked #nonbinary

[vore-scientist]

Not So Bad

(Safe/soft semi-willing GT vore with M/multiple prey of multiple genders, kinda stuffing)

Very silly vore story with lots of silly wizards. 

A Mystic Woods Unlimited Story: MWU is a way for me to write silly Alternate Universe stories for Mystic Woods, by not abiding by the rules of the canon universe. Mostly making safe vore easier so I can write more fun and silly safe vore. 

Plot Summary: The Great and Terrible Yonah HaEsh is a frequent guest lecturer at The Academy of Wizardry (the premier wizard college), and of course, has fun (for him) method of disciplining students. But in this story, the students test his limits >:3c

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Yonah lay against the cool cave wall, one arm behind His back, the other across his supremely full stomach. Palm laying flat over the 6 struggling students he just ate. He even recognized the taste of repeat offenders. 

They weren’t struggling against him, well they were, but in a rather futile attempt to get comfortable. They all had detention for disrupting his lecture and they knew that meant a trip into his stomach. So they were making the best of it. Not an easy thing to do with six of them. 

Normally it was just one or two students and on different days. But today… today had been different. 

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“Getting full, Professor?”

A student in the second row asked, as Yonah hiccuped after swallowing Chava, the fourth student in 30 minutes… his stomach was pushing at the buttons on his vest, which he undid. Another awkward moment to add to the collection. 

ugh yeah he was getting full. But he couldn’t let them win. He didn’t know what they were up to but With four conspirators in his stomach he And at least 5 others, “humiliate him by making him throw up” was highly probable. Wait not 5, he had based his count on the whispering his keen hearing picked up. 5 distinct voices, none of which had been Kalan. Six! Shit! 

“I don��t *HIC* see how that’s relevant to the lesson, Kalan, so unless you want to become part of this feast” he pointed at his stomach, “I isuggest you *HIC*, you keep your comments to yourself.” 

Red faced from hiccuping in front of the rest of the uneaten class, he turned back to the blackboard but kept his head at an angle to hear the class. The troublemakers were using message spells to talk, unaware Yonah could hear them and sense the magic. Or maybe they were aware. He noted where each sat, and tried to focus on their voices to put them to names. 

It was hard to concentrate with the four currently in his belly and a lesson to give! Keeping his mind on equations when there was So much movement… he put a hand over his middle and pushed them around a bit. 

“You’d better be paying attention in there! I know you can hear me. There will be a quiz and you’re not off the hook just because I ate you! Get the notes from your classmates.”

There was a resigned grumble from his occupants. 

“And as for you,” he turned as a streak of magic was released. He caught it before it hit the chalk board. Opening his hand he found the illusion that would have appeared around him. 

Several sparkling red arrows and a crude drawing of his face with wide opened fanged mouth. The accompanying words said “rawr feed me”. 

“Cute,” he mused before shaking it away. In all honesty he was relieved, it could have easily been something vulgar or derogatory towards him. “Big Dumb Giant” for example, which he would have reported. And he’d hate to think there was a culture of bigotry festering among the student body. “You will, by the way,” looking towards the student who cast the spell, “you and the rest of your tasty little friends,” he shifted his now glowing gaze to meet the eyes of the other students who froze, having believed themselves safe, “come talk to me after class,” he returned to the lesson, which proceeded with little more incident. 

Finally class ended and all but six students quickly made themselves scarce. Six students. Six morsels that he was very much looking forward to eating. After dinner, which was in about an hour. Though judging by their nervousness they thought he was going to eat them now. Three of them were failing to avoid looking at his still full stomach, two were mentally preparing themselves for the ordeal, and Kalan was standing defiant, arms crossed, but their eyes were twitchy, fingers digging into their arms. Even knowing one would be fine, it sure was terrifying, being eaten alive. 

He opened his mouth but it was one of his occupants who spoke. 

“Come on!! Let us out!!” a standarddemand, they heard the bell, they knew class was over. 

The statement was accompanied by a lot more movement, a great deal visible, which Yonah watched with amusement, causing his stomach to shake as he produced a deep evil chuck, and the 6 uneaten students shook with apprehension. Before anyone else could speak up Yonah stroked his middle.

“So impatient, you aren’t dying in there,” there were a few more protests but eventually they settled down. 

“Back to the matter at hand,” he looked at the six with flash of fire in his eyes and a lick of his lips, “Our rendezvous will have to be tonight, come to Xharem’s office, be there by Silence.” 

There was no curfew at the academy, students were expected to manage their own schedules. However, “Silence” was the unofficial term for the time of night when students were to keep noise to a minimum in the living quarters. About 10pm.. It’s wasn’t exact either… it was just an expected courtesy. 

“Failure to show up will result in detention being carried out during each class until test day” that was something he just thought up. Tomorrow not counting, as it was a Third Day, no classes. 

“You can’t be serious,” Kalan gave him a rather nasty look. 

“I’m always serious when it comes to snacking,” he said, patting his stomach as he smiled at Kalan, who did not break. The students inside were on the edge of losing their minds. 

“Speaking of, it’s time I pardon my current guests. So run along, I look forward to seeing you all again soon.”

Five were out of sight in a moment, but Kalan rolled their eyes and walked away, glancing back until turning a corner. 

Yonah stood up and stretched, sucking in his gut to squish his captives, before heading to Xarem’s caves. He absentmindedly hummed an old nursery rhyme. 

“So… are you gonna throw up or what! Some of us want to wash up before dinner!” 

That was… Maya? Yeah. He didn’t say anything, just kept walking. 

“The rest of us are done being dinner!” 

Yonah sighed, “I don’t want to spit you all up in the courtyard.”

“The fuck! You’ve done it before!”

“With one person, not 4 of you! It’s gonna be… unpleasant… if you thought it was gross before…eheh” that wasn’t an amused laugh. 

They shifted with concern. Why should it be any more gross?!

He passed another professor who eyed his middle. Of course they had to comment. They always do. 

“I would think an evil giant could have more control over a class if he so wished.”

This was Better than them critiquing his punishment methods! 

“Why ever would I wish for that?”

The professor's eyes narrowed, “indeed, why…” 

“Aidan!!! Get us out of here!!” 

Though The students couldn’t see, Aidan still raised an eyebrow, and motioned for Yonah to squat down. 

“Is that you Ian? I expected better from you.”

Ah! It was Ian Bloom, of course, he and Professor Aidan Bloom were cousins. Professor Bloom poked Yonah in the stomach right where Ian Bloom was presumably making a noticeable little bulge. 

“Next time don’t antagonize a giant!”

Yonah smiled but his knees were hurting so he stood up and bid Bloom goodbye and got to the caves uninterrupted. He filled a bucket with water and stuck his hands in, running heat out of them. 

“Alright you little shits, I’m getting you out, don’t fight it or each other,” he instructed and knelt by the bucket before making his hands into a fist and pressing into his gut. 

What Had he JUST SAID! He could tell they were scrambling to be the first released, even as he heaved And hacked like a foolish first year drunk at his first party. 

Not that He’d ever gotten drunk at school parties. No matter how much he drank he never got more than barely buzzed. Just couldn’t physically consume enough alcohol while reduced. Even if he could have been his own size there wasn’t enough alcohol at said parties to get him drunk. 

The first student slid out of his mouth and splashed into the warm water. 

He barely had time to catch his breath before his airways got blocked by the second squirming mass.

After this one he had to recover. He sat down by the bucket, monitoring the sulking students who had both submerged themselves to their noses. Chava and Ertza. They shot him dirty looks which he smiled sweetly at. Then he leaned over the bucket again to get the last two out, Ian and Maya. 

Gods that was an effort. There is only so much vomiting one can do with an effectively empty stomach before bile enters the picture. He knew it was coming as Maya and Ian started screaming in desperate, fearful confusion, pleading for freedom. They didn’t know that the viscous, dark yellow, noxious bitter bile was otherwise harmless. 

And Chava and Ertza didn’t know what was making their friends so scared. They demanded answers; Chava even threatened with telling the administration. Yonah held a hand up to try and convey that they should just sit tight. But they still shrieked as the first glob of bile fell into the bucket ahead of Ian who was coated in a thick layer. 

He had to take another break. Maya was still crying but was calming down from the initial shock. 

“I told you, it’s gross,” he spat, fetching the soap for Ian and lying down, gently stroking at the last human in his stomach. “The bile won’t hurt you, Maya, I’ll get you out soon.”

His face was red and felt inflated, his throat was so sore, his jaw was sore. The only thing he could smell was bile and he was sure he had nearly passed out. It was almost enough to make him reconsider his punitive methods. 

Not really. 

Looking to the bucket he saw Chava with her arms folded over the edge. Now she was smiling at him. 

“Why do you do this to yourself? Is it worth it? Do we really taste that good?”

Yonah looked not so innocently up at the ceiling. 

“Yes,” he chuckled, glancing at Chava to see her roll her eyes, “and there is nothing quite like a belly full of squirming smallfolk.”

“That’s too much information!” Ian said as he pulled off his robes. The bile had not penetrated far into his undersilks. 

“No such thing in our line of work,” Yonah said, coughing and sitting up again. 

“Ready Maya?”

“IVE BEEN READY YOU FUCK-“ he didn’t let her finish her retort before heaving so powerfully that she was practically shot back into his throat. 

They waited awkwardly for Maya to splash down and to get her out of her robes and a large piece of soap. 

“Take your time,” Yonah told them. He left to get some cleaner water, “but don’t leave,” 

Once he got back they finished getting clean and dried off. They had even used spells to clean their robes. Now they Waited to be dismissed but he wasn’t done with them.

Not just yet. 

He adjusted to sitting criss cross. 

“The rest of your little group will be stopping by tonight,”

“Yes we heard…”

“I want to know what your goals were with this little stunt. The only thing I can think of is to make me look more foolish the more of you I ate as class progressed,” he was painfully aware of how silly it looked when he ate more than 2 humans. “Or make me barf in front of the rest of the class.” 

The students exchanged worried glances. 

“Unless your answer is something truly heinous, I won’t eat you again. Just know that I don’t appreciate being humiliated, even if it gives me an excuse to eat you.”

“It was just an experiment,” Chava said, fully prepared to be the one eaten again, “to see how many of us you would eat in one class period.”

She braced herself to be suddenly picked up shoved back into the giant’s mouth. Opening one eye she saw her teacher’s sly smile. 

“An experiment? That’s adorable. I wish you would have told me, I would have had no objections to such a test. Or even playing along. I guess the answer is four. I don’t know if that’s a satisfactory result, but I hope it was worth the methods to get it.”

“Sir, If I may ask,” Ertza spoke up, and continued when Yonah nodded, “you intend to um… eat the other six tonight… all at once I presume?”

“Yes,” said Yonah, and Ertza had to gather his wits again. 

“Why did you stop at four in class?” 

Because he had stopped at four. Shooting magic at him should have gotten Amiya eaten!

“Do you really want that answer?” He asked.

“Just because you asked that I am suddenly not sure… but it was the purpose of the experiment.”

“I do! I bet six was your limit!” Said Maya. “Kalan said I was crazy!” 

“Oh? Well you’re correct, five to seven humans, depending on their size,” Maya looked regretfully proud at this statement, “but I had a class to teach, the more I eat the harder it is to think,” he explained how overeating affects giants, making them drowsy, almost drunk. They were a bit put off by the biology lesson but couldn't resist being fascinated in that way wizard’s are. 

“It’s not debilitating, it’s not gonna make me pass out unless I let it , but it would make recalling and conveying information about transdimensional light structures of illusions impossible.” 

He stood up, “Now, I’m sure you’re all hungry, I know I feel pretty empty.”

Stepping by them he opened the large door on the other side of the cave, holding it open while they realized they were free to go. 

Of course they were all going in the same direction. In an ideal world he would continue And leave them behind; if he were polite and thoughtful, he would let them get ahead of him. Just let them get away from him. 

But he was neither of those things. He was evil. He shrank down to keep pace. 

The fog of discomfort was so thick it could be cut with a butter knife, and Yonah basked in it. Making horrendous small talk that they were forced to engage in as to snub him would result in additional punishment. These humans had made teaching extremely embarrassing. He was merely returning the favor. 

“I wonder what’s on the menu tonight, besides the rest of your friends,” he mused as the humans sped-walked to keep up.

“It’s somehow weirder when he says these things when our size!” Maya hissed to Chava.

“Isn’t it just!” Yonah responded, “almost as weird as full grown adults pulling pranks they know will get them eaten.” 

It was always worth reminding the students that they weren’t children. In fact Ian was older than him, and Chava only a year younger. There was no wrong age to apply to the academy. though most did so when between 18 and 21, some students were in their 30s or 40s! Yonah was only 25! And since his lectures were usually brief seminars into topics such as “advanced light physics for more robust illusions”, they weren’t attended by first year students. 

It was always fun to watch their faces when they realized he could hear their whispers. And kinda of disheartening since most of them had definitely attended his lectures on giants. 

When they arrived at the mess hall Yonah took his spot next to Xharem, the dragon professor. She was laying down but sat up to make room for the half-giant who returned to his normal size. Xharem rubbed her face on his arm as a formal greeting, and as a way to signal it was permissible for him to sit down as well. 

She was already eating. Two thirds of a roasted cow made into a stew with all sorts of vegetables, rice, and spiced to perfection. The other third had of course been used for Yonah’s meal, which was brought out still piping hot.  

Meaning no disrespect to the kitchen staff, Yonah got out a jar of reaper pepper powder and mixed in a more than generous pinch. He offered some to Xharem as well. 

“I- have detentions tonight, unless you have objections. The students were unusually rowdy today.” 

“As long as they don’t make too much noise,” she said, “And what do you mean ‘rowdy’?”

Yonah explained and the dragon burst out laughing when he told them they were doing this on purpose. 

Of course that got the rest of the hall’s attention, and they waited until everyone went back to their own conversations before continuing. 

“If you’d told me years ago that the students would be trying to get eaten by you I would have laughed like that but in your face My Yonah.”

“I didn’t eat people at all years ago,” he pointed out. 

“Not the point I was making,” Xharem focused again on her stew. 

“Im going to try to get them to sleep,” he said, “so there shouldn’t be any noise.” 

“Do they know your plan?” The dragon’s eyes sparkled, “that you’re going to hold them all night?”

“No,” he grinned, “I gotta be evil somehow. They set out to humiliate me and clearly being eaten doesn’t scare them and isn’t punishment enough since it was central to their plan! I don’t want to hurt them, so I figured I can frustrate the hell out of them.” 

“And still eat them,” Xharem said. 

“Of course,” Yonah smiled. 

Since he had such a wonderful “dessert” to look forward to (And thought that having his students sitting in food as it digested was crossing several lines) he only ate a small amount of his dinner. But he stayed to talk to Xharem and other professors who climbed onto the massive slab rather than eat at a normal table. Mostly his friends but a few others, like Aidan Bloom, came to chat. 

But let’s take a break for a moment to see how the students are doing. 

The four had mostly went their separate ways but Maya And Chava stuck together. They got their plates and went to the central table which was laden with tonight’s choices. Chava loaded her plate but Maya only picked out a few roasted vegetables and slices of bread for buttering. 

“I’m not even sure I can eat so soon after…” even clean she still smelled the bile and mucus and… 

“Well, he clearly can,” Chava pointed and elbow at where Yonah sat. It was so frustrating to see him so animated and cheerful, talking with the other smallfolk professors like he was a normal person, who didn’t eat smallfolk. She had heard rumors that he’s eaten some of them, but that couldn’t be true! Even if it explained why he was allowed to eat students. 

“And we weren’t really eaten, more like put in time-out in a unique location.” 

Maya thought of a comeback about how they weren’t children so getting a “time out” was kinda infantilizing, but not fast enough. 

They sat down without really seeing who was at the table. So of course it was Kalan, as well as Aaron And Toby. Three out of the other six who had detention in a few hours. 

“Survived being eaten by the giant I see?” Kalan sneered. 

“Not exactly an accomplishment when you know said giant isn’t going to digest you” Chava said, And defiantly took a bite of food that she fully intended to keep down and digest. 

“You’re surprisingly chipper for one who’s next down his throat!” Ertza noted, “And you two surprisingly calm.”

Kalan picked at the remains of their beans “like you said, not so bad when you know it’s safe.” 

“We never said it was a good experience! It was horrible!”

“I’ve been eaten before,” Kalan asserted. 

“So have I!” Chava shot back “This is different, I hope you like -“ 

“Please for the god of knowledge , stop talking about this! Some of us are trying to eat!” 

Aaron was shaking a bit. He’d never been eaten, and at the start of this little experiment he was feeling confident but now, now that it was really going to happen… 

“I would honestly advise against it,” Said Ertza, “you don’t want to get sick in there.”

“I said stop talking!” But he stopped eating. 

“Oh, Aaron... I mean. It’s gonna suck, but it’s not scary. Well ok. Being swallowed is scary but otherwise it’s just uncomfortable.” Ertza wasn’t sure they should continue, “and like, it smells, that’s why- I- Yeah…” 

—-

It was pretty much exactly 10pm when all six students knocked at the cave door. 

Yonah let them in and smiled as they trembled when he placed the huge metal bar into the door’s latch. No escape. 

He had them set up the enchantment circle in the center of the cave. He didn’t want to waste the safety charms in his staff, and these had to last longer anyways. 

It was a tricky cast, especially as Yonah had them do it. As if Making them learn something Legitimized this. The set up was more difficult but messing that up would be disaster so he had done it for them. 

he knelt by the now smoldering diagrams made of incense that had not been fully consumed by the cast. 

“I recommend not wearing your robes, little ones, it will make it marginally more comfortable.”

“Sir… you want us… to strip??” Aaron’s voice broke as he spoke what everyone else was thinking. Had Yonah lost his mind? 

“I don’t appreciate the implications,” Yonah smiled widely, “I said robes. Leave on your silks.” 

“Probably just makes it easier to taste us,” Kalan didn’t make any motions to obey Yonah and the others were following their lead.

“It does but That's not why. I Promise you will regret it if you don’t. based on the last group’s experience, you don’t want to be such thick fabrics.” 

All but Kalan immediately disrobed. Kalan took his sweet time, and for good reason. 

“Kalan,” 

Yonah didn’t need to say anything else for the human to step forward. 

“Your smart mouth has earned you the honor of being first!” He said like he was giving out some award. 

“Just, get it over with, I need to study,” 

Yonah obliged and took his own sweet time swallowing Kalan down. 

While he had not told the others they had to watch, he knew they didn’t dare look away. And as Kalan made it to his stomach he sighed and looked at the cowering students. They were looking at his stomach, watching the small tremors as Kalan got comfortable. 

“Toby, for casting that spell you are second.” 

She confidently strode into his hand. 

The order of the rest is unimportant. He mostly wanted all eyes on Kalan. And he actually did go faster with them. Most of them had clearly bathed before hand, which made their flavors sharp and fresh. Gosh he was glad to be a giant, he wanted to thank whatever god made smallfolk taste so damn good. He chuckled as he imagined that most smallfolk would like to curse such a god. Which made him chuckle and the humans inside him to complain. 

“Hey! Try to be quiet, we don’t want to wake Xharem.”

It had been some time since he’d eaten so many folks at once. It hurt a bit, yet He stroked his gut affectionately as the humans tried to orient themselves. 

“Don’t worry about air,” he said, “I made sure it cycles out.” 

There was a jumble of responses but he was sure most were along the sarcastic lines of “wow thanks, so considerate!” 

“What are you doing!” Someone shouted as he stood up. 

“Going to my room,” he answered, as he wobbled to his feet. 

OOF. His gut was very heavy. He hoped he wouldn’t get sick! That would be unpleasant for everyone. Managing to steady himself he discarded the illusion of his formal robes. He had changed into his nightgown before they arrived, the idea of changing with a belly full of a students was… unappealing. Cradling his stomach and weaving a little magic to dim the lights in the main chamber he wandered back to his own. 

Wow he was sleepy. He had done his best to seem alert but once he got past four of them the waves of drowsiness were hard to ignore. It was only 11pm! 

He sat down on his mattress and leaned against the wall. It was nice and cold. He was silent for a few minutes, focusing on his occupants. 

They shifted a lot and were talking in hushed tones. He could still hear them fairly well. Mostly wondering how long they would be stuck there, asking someone to move their foot, and worrying about the fact that he wasn’t talking. 

So he waited a few more minutes before announcing: 

“I know about the experiment.” 

His stomach was filled with grumbles and possibly a bit of panic. 

“I can’t say I’m not pleased with how I was compensated, you are quiet the scrumptious dessert!” He drummed his fingers over his gut. “Still, I was the unwitting subject, and I don’t appreciate being made to look the fool.”

Breathing in deeply he focused on the struggling movements. No one spoke up, which he’s hoped for since he wasn’t done talking. 

“Don’t do it again,” he said with a deep growl, “I hope you don’t show the other professors this level of disrespect. As fun as it must be to mess with me, I can’t be appeased with getting to eat trouble makers. I will enforce real punishment if this continues.” 

It was getting harder for him to think, with his belly so full. He lay down on his back and closed his eyes. 6 was a lot of humans and it was a bit painful, but in this position it was simply bliss. 

“Real punishment sir? You- you ate us… what would Real punishment be?” Toby sounded worried. 

Yonah put a hand over his stomach and let gravity hold it down. 

He took another deep breath, but kept his hand in place so it pressed into his stomach. He had to really gather his thoughts to respond intelligently. 

“Im not stupid, you don’t learn anythig from this. Being eaten is you paying me back for being little shits more than is my disciplinin you. Not much to do in my stomach, you just sit there. Not very constructive.” 

Wow he was impressed with himself! he was still able to use such big words. 

“You would just have us do work like the rest of the professors,” Kalan supplied.

“Correct,” he smiled. He was really too soft on them. Letting them do nothing for detention, they could be fixing the unicorn stables, or clearing a tower of blood moths, or be put on staff tuning duty for a week. They should be thanking him! He hiccuped and remembered a thing. 

“Oh and Kalan, you owe Maya some money.”

There was a lot of movement and shouting. Specifically at Kalan for having moved so much. 

“Wait what! Why?”

Yonah yawned and pulled up his blanket, and made sure his pillow was in perfect poofiness. 

“I- doh-ooont remember exactly,” he wasn’t trying to sound awake anymore. His voice was light and uncaring. 

“Are you falling asleep!” Aaron spoke, voice cracking, “Professor! We’re still in your stomach!”

A humming sigh rolled through the stomach as the giant responded. 

“It’s rare I get to sleep with such a wonderfully full belly.” He said, affectionately rubbing his stomach. “Did you know that overeating makes giants drowsy. It’s-*yawn* quiet delightful.”

His limbs were starting to feel heavy and numb as he started to tune out the humans. 

“This must be in violation of some rule sir! You can’t keep us here all night!” Kalan sounded both angry and scared. 

It took a few seconds for Yonah to respond, and encouragement from the others 

“It’s alight, you’ll be *f-fiiine*” he yawned again.

He did feel a bit bad, they were definitely scared. Trapped in the dark and damp, with all the noises of his body, for several hours to come. But they really would be ok. Probably very stiff when they woke. 

“If you sleep it- hhuuuh” he forced his brain to work, “it will be over sooner.”

“We have homework!” 

They all started complaining and while he was certainly fighting hard to stay awake, the noise was irritating his sensitive ears. 

“If you all don’t quiet down I’ll eat you again next class,” he shifted a bit. They shifted a bit. 

“So try to sleep, or at least keep it down. I’ll let you out in the morning.” 

There was a lot of grumbling but they did seem to be finding more comfortable positions.

“Goodnight my tasty little students,” he said, before drifting off, and arm across his stomach, so pleasantly full. And he swore a few voices returned the sentiment. 

No one spoke for several minutes as the Giant’s breathing And heartbeat slowed around them. 

“What do we do?!” Leor hissed.

This was the most uncomfortable he had ever been. Squished up against a fleshy wall with someone’s elbow in his thigh and someone else’s ass in his face. And it smelled. It smelled so bad. Not to mention it was like a sauna. But was he really sweating or was that just fluids from the stomach...

“There isn’t any chance one of you has a teleport prepared?” Kalan asked. 

They were pinned to the bottom of the stomach, near the sphincter that led to the intestines. The fluids that gathered in the stomach were kept low by the motions of the muscle, pushing it all towards Kalan and through the minuscule aperture. 

At least with Yonah laying on his back they weren’t stacked on top of each other. That had sucked a lot. 

“We’re in our silks Kalan! Unless you’ve got one up your Ass!” Toby said. 

Toby was sandwiched between Kalan and Shital, and wriggled until she was on her back. Minimally better. Her face wasn’t pressing into mucus covered flesh anymore, she could breathe better. 

“Maybe we should sleep. I don’t particularly feel like talking to any of you for- how long do you think this will be?” Shital suggested but didn’t sound thrilled. 

“Sleep?! We’re In a giant’s stomach! I ain’t fucking sleeping!” Leor was too wound up, this was too freaky. 

“At least can we get some light then?”

“If rather not see” but Toby already conjured a few pinpricks of dull light. 

“We can do better than this! We’ll be aching something fierce in the morning if we don’t reorganize.” 

A grumble that wasn’t from Yonah went around her. They all agreed but didn’t want to move. 

“Come on! It will be worth it.”

After several minutes of squabbling they managed to all lay four of them sort of shoulder to shoulder with two laying across on the four. It was still packed like sardines, but they weren’t contorted any more and no one’s elbows were in someone’s eyes. 

“I’m-I’m going to try and sleep!” Aaron announced from the far end of the bottom pile. Everyone looked at him disbelieving. 

“You all can stay awake if you wish but I don’t fancy laying here for 8 hours! I’m sleeping!” And he turned his back to the rest of them. 

They all were quiet and then amazed when a few minutes later heard gentle sleepy snores from Aaron. He’d done it! 

“How is he able to do that?” Toby hissed, not wanting to wake him.

“Maybe we can too if we just shut up and close our eyes,” Shital suggested, she lay next to Aaron and sort of nestled into the flesh below her and against Aaron. A moment later she slept too.

“This is insanity!” Leor said to The rest, which was now Kalan and Amiya, for Toby also succumbed a shortly after Shital. 

Wait. Amiya was sleeping too! They’d barely said a word since they were eaten, and possibly were asleep before Aaron!

“Clearly not,” Kalan sort of gestured to the four sleeping astoundingly soundly. 

They wouldn’t admit it but the flesh beneath them was amazingly soft and warm. If only they weren’t squashed by 5 others, this might be nice. 

Ugh! No! This wasn’t nice! They had been eaten! This was bad! 

“Try to sleep Leor,” Kalan yawned and turned their head away from Leor’s glare. 

It was still an hour before it happened, but Leor eventually managed to fall asleep. 

All in all, Not the worst detention ever. 

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[a-queer-seminarian]

Hi Avery! Congrats on graduating from Seminary! I've just finished my first year of theater school and a former teacher asked what the 3 most important things I'd learned over the past year were. So I'd like to pass the same question on to you: what were 3 of the most important things you learned during your time at seminary?

Hiya, and thank you! Sorry i took so long to answer this haha, but I love the question! i can’t say that the following are the most important things i learned because i’ll likely think of something later and go ‘oh no! that’s the most important thing :O’ but these are very important at any rate:

Seminary re-emphasized for me just how vital it is to constantly seek out and root out racism and other forms of bigotry in any community, because even in “progressive” spaces racism and queerphobia and ableism and so on still fester and thrive. This can be done by assuming from the start that the bigotry is present instead of only noticing it when someone of the marginalized group finally calls it out loud enough for the people in power to notice; by making time for discussions where all voices are truly heard; and by constantly educating ourselves – without forcing the marginalized people to sit in on that education. It took me a shamefully long time (like, a year) to discover that while i was walking around campus feeling embittered and disenfranchised as a trans nonbinary student, all of my Black classmates and many of my Black professors were going around feeling embittered and disenfranchised as Black students/staff. i was so wrapped up in my own pain that i didn’t notice their pain and how i contributed to it / did nothing to help. A lot of the racism on our Progressive Racial-Dialogue-Centered campus stemmed from forcing Black students and teachers into 1) being present while white people had our guilt fests / education sessions and 2) being Learning Experiences for the white people. I remember walking into a classroom for a seminar where there were five tables of let’s say six students each. There were name-cards out – assigned seating, and we were not allowed to move our seat. I was busy being annoyed by that from an accessibility standpoint – some people need to be in a certain seat to see and/or hear what’s going on; and i personally need to be able to pick my own seat to manage my anxiety and sensory overload – when i heard one of my classmates mutter something like (and i’m probably wording it wrong but this was the gist), “Of course they split up all the black people so that there’s one of us per table. God forbid we get too comfortable.” Sure enough, there were six Black students at the seminar, and each one was seated at a table full of no one else but white people. i’m ashamed to say that my first reaction (in my head, i didn’t speak out loud), was, “Well they just want each group to have plenty of diversity present, since we always talk about how the more voices there are at the table, the richer the conversation.” But then i thought, “You ass! That’s prioritizing white people’s education over Black people’s comfort and safety!” So yeah. i’ll take this reminder that racism festers even in spaces that aim to be anti-racist into my future ministry.

You can learn all the “right” doctrine, all the smart sounding answers; you can learn the biblical languages and master polity and theology and know church history -- but what matters more is being able to take that knowledge and use it to comfort and encourage real human beings. Often, it’s not the smart-sounding theology that heals, but simply listening to their pain and helping them find community.

i learned in seminary, and in my internship at a church and my internship as a hospital chaplain, that i do have the gifts needed for this kind of ministry. i was so uncertain and lacked confidence before -- now i know that i could be a good pastor, or teacher, or chaplain. i can be more confident in my abilities and the gifts God’s given me.

#chatting tag #seminary #racism #its-greenful #about me

[illusiomagica]

THE MUN.

i’m allison or ashtyn   (   she / her   )   ,   depends on who you ask.   i’m TWENTY-TWO years old   &   bi af.    ENGLISH is my first language.   my current timezone is us / canada central   ,   &   i’m in my fifth year at university studying classics.

DISCLAIMER   &   PORTRAYAL.

i am not lucy coldwater   ,   nor am i any faceclaim used on this blog.   i do not own the magicians.   my character is an ORIGINAL CHARACTER who is the younger sister of QUENTIN COLDWATER.  because my character is an original character   ,   most interactions   &   other information found on this blog will be considered SLIGHTLY AU but will follow the canon storyline set within the television show.

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as of january 2017    ,   this blog is considered PRIVATE     &   INDEPENDENT.   these past few school years have been particularly stressful   &   time consuming   ,   &   i know as the years go by   ,   it will only get more intense   ,   so i have decided to limit the amount of people i am interacting with to further enjoy roleplaying    &   build deeper relationships between lucy    &   other characters.

on that note  ,   i only roleplay with MUTUALS.   this is not to discourage anyone to seek out roleplaying with me nor is this a statement on anyone else’s roleplaying skills.   it is merely simpler   &    a better use of my time.   this means any starter calls   ,   ic memes   ,   &   open threads are for mutuals only.   HOWEVER   ,   feel free to send me any   &   all questions about my character   ,   mutual or not.

personally  ,   i prefer FORMATTED posts with corresponding edited icons   ,   &   i tend to gravitate towards others who do the same.   but   ,   i do not require nor ask that my roleplaying partner match my format.   &   i will roleplay with / follow people who don’t use formatting / icons / etc.   i reserve the right to unfollow you without getting yelled at / hate / etc.   REASONS I WILL NOT INTERACT    &   OR UNFOLLOW someone include but are not limited to basic grammar mistakes   ,    untagged spoilers   &   nsfw content   ,    bigotry of any kind   ,   etc.    i try to keep a positive dashboard  ,     so i can enjoy roleplaying   ,   but i do believe callouts are sometimes necessary when it comes to things like theft   ,   homophobia   ,    racism   ,   etc.    they will be tagged accordingly for everyone’s comfort   ,   so if you prefer not to see such things   ,    please blacklist #callout tw.

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ACTIVITY LEVEL.

with the same stance as above   ,   i roleplay because i enjoy it.   it provides me an opportunity to develop my writing skills   &   understand the characters i write on a deeper level.   i’m currently in my fourth out of five years of university   ,    &   i just recently  switched my major.    what does this boil down to   ?   well   ,   i probably won’t be on nearly as much as i was in high school   ,   so don’t expect a lot of activity during the daytime   ,   &   please understand that it will take me longer to respond to longer threads.   however   ,   you can probably expect high activity between the hours of 9-12 PM US CENTRAL TIME because this is the time i have set aside to relax & focus on my writing   &   myself.

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most icons in my threads are mine   ,   while most gif images found in my threads are not mine.    please do not use without my permission.   any icons   ,   gifs    ,   &   other graphics made by me can be found under THIS tag    (   although   ,    it should be noted gifs in the moodboards were not made by me unless otherwise stated   ).   any icons   &   gifs i place in a resource hunt are free to use.   do not use any other graphics without my permission   (   i.e.   sidebars   ,   headers  ,   etc   ).

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i tag my spoilers   (   the magicians spoilers will tagged as #the magicians spoilers   )   ,   &   i’m willing to tag any triggers you need me to post   (   i try to make sure to tag general triggers as much as possible   ,   but if i miss one please let me know   !   ).   if you need to block a ship tag   ,   message me the name of the ship   ,   &   i will send you the corresponding tag for you to block.   any triggers are stylized as #trigger name tw.   please tag your own spoilers   &   nsfw content.    mun is of age   (   b. march ‘97   )   ,   &   nsfw content themes such as sexual content   ,   gore   ,   murder  ,   etc may be present on this blog   ;   however   ,   there’s a good chance smut won’t happen or be explicit because lmao i have no experience with that   &   it makes me squeamish at times.   nsfw content will be tagged as #nsfw.   you can find a full list of how i tag certain posts HERE.

EXCLUSIVITY.

i do practice having mains   &   exclusives   ,   simply so i can have better continuity with my partners. a full list of my mains   &   exclusives can be found HERE.    my mains have priorities to thread   &   meme responses   ,   obviously   ,   &   it should be noted that interactions with my mains are typically considered to be placed in the lucy’s canon unless otherwise stated.   i will not go fully exclusive with certain characters because there are either not enough of them around or the player is only on once in a blue moon   ,   or simply because i do not want to limit my interactions with different interpretations of said character.   never hesitate to ask if you would like to become exclusive   ;   however   ,   i will approach you if i would like for you to become one of my mains.

this practice will probably not take place as much on this blog due to both the small size of the vampire diaries rpc   &    the fact that there are so many wonderful portrayals of each character.

SHIPPING.

chemistry    ,   above all else is super important to me; however, from previous interactions   ,   i do have ships i see lucy in predominantly.    it should be noted lucy is a LESBIAN.

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if i cannot be reached here for some reason or another  ,   feel free to check HERE for my other roleplay blogs.   disco is available upon request by mutuals.   i do have a PINTEREST BLOG where i post character aesthetics that anyone is free to follow.

#☾ ┆ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ⁽ psa ⁾ #[ i'd like to add that as of right now — i'm canon divergent as of pre 4x13 ! ] #[ to what extent i'm not sure yet ! ] #[ we'll see ! i probably will be watching the new episodes to see how they move forward ] #[ but i'll be watching from a site where my view will not be counted for stats bc im still so upset & angry at that ending ] #[ & the showrunners don't deserve my view after how they've handled this ]

[sylvesterandtweetypenismysteries]

Headcanon.

If Ruby was a Faunus, she wouldn't use her scythe, or wear her cloak. At least when she's not at home, on Patch, in team RWBY's dorm, or anywhere else that's safe. When she was eight, she learned to protect herself, it was her first visit to Signal Academy, to the Mainland.

Now Patch, it's mostly peaceful, the only real problem are low Grimm, which are easily handled. A hunter in training, or a half dozen people could handle it. They also lived in close knit communities, it didn't matter if you were from Patch, or wasn't, you were welcomed with open arms, and a chance for kinship. Faunus, Humans, they're people to the citizens of Patch. Growing up, Ruby didn't know the difference, and would never see the difference, well apart from physical attributes.

Now, when visiting Signal, Yang's possible school, Ruby got lost.

Vale isn't racist kingdom, but it's not as accepting as Vacuo, or Mistral. It's still leagues above Atlas. People from Vacuo, and Mistral draw bonds from hardship, Atlas is loyalty, and power. Vale, it's diplomacy, so it does have racists.

Getting lost in a big school, on the mainland, can be traumatic for an eight year old. Let alone, a wolf faunus, running in racist bully, two years older than her.

At first she tries to reason with Cardin Winchester, so it's extremely surprising, when they gang up on her. What's traumatising is when the pull her ears.

Wolf ears are extremely sensitive, designed to pick up noise, humans are unable to hear. So it hurts, when they're pulled. When they hold her to the ground, and pull out a pair of scissors, she screams.

Now, Cardin and his gang, they just wanted to scare her, pull out scissors, casually threaten her, show the girl her place, nothing physical.

Ruby doesn't know that, she's terrified. It reminds her of Beowolf teeth, sharp, deadly, and would cut through her, like a hot knife through butter. Unbeknownst to Yang, Ruby remembers the first time they saw Grimm, when Yang tried to find her mom. With her mind screaming, pulling, and pushing every which way, she tries to find something that'd get her away from her tormentors. Pulling on a thread, she finds instinct.

Now, being Faunus, the people of man, and animal, she has animalistic traits. However, there's no normal Faunus, their traits are as much genetics, as random chance. Not all Faunus have the same traits, instincts, thoughts. Having paid attention to her instincts in the first time in her life, ones that have just been shoved into the drivers seat, during a flight, or fight situation, things are hectic, she does what any wolf would do in her situation, she bites. Hard.

Cardin almost loses his fingers, her teeth have bitten into his hand, her sharp teeth, designed to cause bleeding, and pain, predators teeth. He screams.

Not before stabbing the scissors into her right ear, and yanking upwards. It just makes her bite harder.

By the time someone comes along, she's bitten off his thumb, and some of his hand, and he's split her right ear in two, sharp jagged lines of anger, and hate doing nothing to stop her.

Now, the incident is written off in the long run. Both sides are giving harsh warnings, and relatively minor punishments. The school nurse's semblance allows her to fuse two items temporarily, with no limit to what she can fuse at once. So Cardin's left hand is full of staples, and stitches, but it's no longer half a hand. Ruby's ear is similar.

From then on, Ruby learned all she could about bigotry towards Faunus, her family unsuspecting. She decided to fight fire, with fire.

All those, "Faunus are beasts", " they should be in chains". She embraces it, turning it to her weapon, herself into a weapon. Screaming to the world, "Yes. I'm a Faunus, but I'm no slave!" She incorporates chains, belts, chokers into her attire.

A sword can very easily get caught on her outfit, but not on her. It gives her freedom, unrestricted movement, power over those who she trapped. Her claws, weapons as well. Her lack of weight, and semblance gives her the ease of avoiding heavy weapons, she's untouchable.

She's even gone as far as to incorporate whatever's on hand, and nearby to possible weapons.

She fights dirty.

She takes power away from those who would greed it, festering their arrogance, she makes them see truth.

Other Faunus don't always see this, they see someone who's embraced chains, they couldn't be more wrong.

Ruby doesn't care.

Sure she wears tonnes of bracelets, chains, belts, even a collar themed choker. But that doesn't mean she's chained.

A wolf is a predator of survival. Ruby may not have a pack belonging to her, but she'll fight to her last breath. Everything precious is never put close to danger.

A wolf is Ruby, and Ruby is an alpha.

#rwby #faunus ruby #ruby rose #unchained alpha au #headcanon #my stuff #writing #faunus #rwby au #wolf!ruby rose

[bloody-cute-yandere]

The Problem With Politeness Part 1

It’s good to be polite. That is what we are taught. Don’t talk back, respect your elders, don’t make waves. Your uncle is saying something insensitive at the family Christmas party? Well, he’s just drunk, let it go. Your brother and you are in the middle of an argument and he calls you a fat whore? Your parents may make him apologize, but they may also say that you have been putting on a few pounds lately, perhaps you should work on that, and right now you’re giving Mommy a headache so just go to your room for now. Your friend that’s visiting from college says something misogynistic about his female TA? You don’t want to ruin your friends’ times by causing a fight (and you only see him once in a while anyway), so just change the subject and move on. These excuses are so deeply entrenched in all of us that it can be incredibly difficult to stand up for your own beliefs and values when in mixed company. Whether you’re overhearing some strangers at a restaurant, or conversing with your closest family and friends, we are taught not to get involved and to not make waves. If someone does decide to halt the flow of conversation by calling out someone for an insensitive comment, it is usually the responder, not the insensitive one, that is penalized for “drawing attention to it” and “making a scene”.

The real problem I see with this sort of “ignore it” mentality are two-fold. First, it makes it more difficult for people to practice standing up for themselves. If someone can’t even speak honestly about their beliefs among family and friends that are supposed to love them unconditionally, how will they ever have the courage to speak up against strangers? Advocacy is a skill, it has to be honed over time, and if you are not free to practice with the people that you should feel safest with, you won’t be able to grow this skill. This could put you in legitimate danger down the road; you won’t be able to say “no” to the creep grabbing at you at the bar, you won’t know what to do when you see something horrific happen in front of you that you could have stepped in and prevented if you were more self-assured. You won’t be able to stick up for your friend when they’re being picked on. This can result in anxiety and guilt for the person that realizes they wanted to do something to help but were unable to do so. It also can result in that person putting on social blinders to remove any possibility of experiencing that guilt in the future.

The second problem I see is that it removes any possibility of accountability and growth for the people that are behaving in these unacceptable ways. Tacit approval and tacit disapproval sound exactly the same to the recipient. So when someone spills their hate amongst the people whose opinions they value most and they aren’t met with any resistance, they are likely to become emboldened and more assured in their beliefs. The racists, misogynists, homophobes from that one group of close people will go on to spew their hatred to the rest of the world in wider and wider circles, believing that they have the support of the people that matter the most to them. And, let’s be honest here, in a way they do. You have shown that you will not reject them even if you do disagree with them, so what do they have to worry about?

I do very strongly believe that this vicious cycle is a large part of why we are where we are in the USA right now. All of the Trump supporters had been festering and hiding in the dark corners of the internet and near the snack table at the 4th of July barbeque, their bigoted ideologies festering unchecked in their brains, their convictions being fueled every time they could make an uncouth remark about a celebrity or the family down the street while Aunt Marge tsked to herself but tried to change the subject instead of confronting it. Then Trump was able to ascend to the White House all the while spewing the same vitriol that these individuals had been nursing their entire lives without resistance, and they felt emboldened. Finally, they could come out of the shadows and vomit their septic waste of an ideology into the streets in broad daylight with AR-15s and the Alt Right at their side, and all the people that want to fight back have to do so while struggling through a lifetime of conditioned silence.

So, what do we do now? I wish I had a better answer for everyone. Unfortunately, my entire “mental help” process that allowed me to break free from my own difficulties and find my voice amounted basically to “Ge the fuck over it and do it anyway”, but I know that doesn’t work for people. Saying “Just practice, start small” sounds similarly ineffective and insensitive. Even so, I would suggest just not spending time with those people. Start with the more passive aggressive route if you need to. Your friend Kimmy wants to come over for a play date after talking about how Kamala Harris is a ‘monster’ and is ‘so incredibly rude’? Sorry, you have other plans. Having a Bar Mitzvah for Benny next month? Don’t invite the people you think would ruin the event by spewing vitriol. At an event where Karen is once again bitching about her coworker that always is “showing off” with her blouses cut a “little too low”? Make a point of walking away and refuse to engage. Don’t try to slide into a different topic of conversation, don’t ignore it, MAKE A POINT OF WALKING AWAY. Make a point of not inviting them to the family bowling league. If people ask (and trust me, they will ask eventually) why you are behaving in this manner, there is your opening to voice your own opinion on their beliefs. With some more practice, perhaps start calling them out directly. That will be easier once you have let the rest of the group know that your beliefs are different than Grandpa Rory or Cecil from down the hall. If the naysayers tell you that you’re making a scene or causing trouble for no reason, try to remember that you are allowed to choose who is in your life, and you are allowed to be vocal about your own moral code just like everyone else. You are allowed to stand up for what you believe in which does involve at times standing in opposition of those you care about. It is ok to be intolerant of intolerance. It is also worth keeping in mind that being called out our being cut out by the people whose opinions they value is a way to offer negative stimuli for the racists of the world. This stimuli could encourage that person to learn and be better- people are not motivated to change unless there is an incentive to do so. I wouldn’t necessarily EXPECT a change- it is equally likely that you will still be labeled a villain in their story and they will continue on as they have been, but also they won’t have an incentive to change if there are no consequences either.

For what it’s worth, I know it hurts. It will hurt. Conflict is uncomfortable, and losing family and friends always hurts. Even so, we cannot keep on pretending that ignoring bigotry and hatred in the minds of those close to us for the sake of politeness will magically fix the world. Every person has a family and friends. Even people like Kyle Rittenhouse were probably seen as the slightly insensitive relative at the Christmas party to the more liberal-minded of his friends. Where would we be now if the idea of speaking about politics and social issues wasn’t considered “impolite conversation” like it has been for the past several decades? Where could we be if people stopped hiding behind the curtains of “you’re making a scene” and “just move along” and instead stood up against those hateful ideas early among their friends and family, before those weed-like thoughts could fully take root?

[duoseb]

3/25/2020

Between December 2019 and March 2020, a global pandemic grips the entire world, spreading faster than any coronavirus before it: Covid-19, the novel coronavirus, originally infecting residents from the Hubei Province of China before it spread globally throughout Asia, Europe, Africa, and Western nations. In January, 2020, everything seemed normal. Reports of Covid-19 were frequent, but life went on as it always did; the earth turned, the sun rose and set across the sky. I had an office job, and I was working hard to help keep my dysfunctional, traumatized family together. It was working. We were all trying to move forward, at our own pace. It felt like a brand new life, a brand new chance to do better. It isn't an easy journey but it was one that I wanted us to take together: to grow into better versions of ourselves, free from the oppressive restrictions of a bigotry-embracing society. My parents grew up in a world that forced them to conform and comply, to trust America's pro-business anti-employee conservative authoritarian regime disguised as democracy. Governments underestimated the virus. People underestimated it. Young, fresh-faced twenty-somethings, elderly, and middle-aged alike ignored the warnings of medical experts, and gathered in large crowds, spreading the disease. Stubborn, reckless young adults felt no concern for the deaths they could potentially cause. The deaths they HAVE caused. In that time, medical facilities and governments scrambled to maintain the order of "society," to protect "society." Damage control. Hospitals and governments of nations such as China, South Korea, Japan and Germany offered free healthcare and a rapid pandemic relief response: as their hospitals began reaching capacity, and new, temporary ones were built to accommodate the speed in which the virus spread, universal healthcare and citizens heeding the cautions of virology experts is what finally stabilized their country. 

The United States of America's response was not as effective. In 2018, President Donald Trump disbands the Obama Administration's pandemic response team. At the cusp of his Republican nomination for President in 2020, reputable sources from an presidential staff have alleged that President Trump purposely ignored warnings by CDC experts about Covid-19, fearing it would hurt his campaign for reelection. According to the Washington Post, in an article written by Shane Harris, Greg Miller, Josh Dawsey and Ellen Nakashima: "U.S. intelligence agencies were issuing ominous, classified warnings in January and February about the global danger posed by the coronavirus while President Trump and lawmakers played down the threat and failed to take action that might have slowed the spread of the pathogen, according to U.S. officials familiar with spy agency reporting." The news came too little, too late, in March 21, 2020, as the virus began spreading rapidly throughout all 50 states. March is when everything went to hell. Is still in hell. This is what's happening to the world. On a micro level: within the first week or two of the month of March, my mother's father dies of an infection festered by his diabetes and declining health. David O. Sablan Jr. was a terrible man, an absent father, a crooked cop, and a pervert who leered at his granddaughters. If there were any redeeming qualities about him, it was drowned in the ocean of his sins. In his last moments, he was sorry. I don't know what to think about that. I don't think he actually changed as a person, he only got older, weaker. Too weak to be cruel. He certainly never apologized to me. Not even as he stared, bug-eyed, up at me from his bed, crying and begging me for death, for the pain to stop. I forgave him, in that moment. I comforted him. That's all he needed. He was like a child again, wanting someone to pay attention to him, to consider his feelings. Less than a week later, he died. There's no dignity in death. Even when you're surrounded by people who love you, it will still hurt, it will still be humiliating. I knew my granddad. I knew he would not have wanted people to see him look the way he had looked the last time I saw him:  frail, deteriorating. That's his legacy, now: a body ruined by drugs and anger and greed. He looked so sad, so alone, so I forgave him. He had lost my respect and my trust a long time ago, but I forgave him. I don't know if that's good. I don't know if it was the right thing to do. I don't know what that means, now. Should I stay angry and bitter, or move on? I remember thinking about the day he would die. I remember knowing it was going to be painful, because he had had an unhealthy lifestyle. I never expected how it would make me feel. I didn't feel anything. Not the day he died, when I received the news from a tearful aunt. Not during his viewing, as his body was displayed for us in a nice suit my mom bought for him, and I was surrounded by crying relatives. I wasn't happy, and I wasn't sad. I felt relieved. Relieved that he had died somewhat peacefully, painlessly. I felt relieved that the suffering was over. Right now, as I write this, I feel... pity, empathy. The weeks before his death had been excruciating for him, both physically and mentally. His family paraded his sickness all over social media in a manner that would have made him furious and ashamed. They cleaned his wounds, which was a painful process, but rarely offered emotional comfort. In his dementia-addled mind, they were punishing him, abusing him. He was confused. The last time I saw him, I told them to talk to him. To comfort him. To explain why they need to change and clean his infected wounds, that it was to help him, that it was out of desperate, desperate love; to continue explaining it to him because his mind won't always remember it quickly. My aunts and grandma looked at me as if they were realizing these things for the first time, as if they had never thought that emotional connections were that important in being a caretaker. Then again, the only emotion my granddad ever showed his family so freely was anger. It was only as his health began to fail him that he began becoming more vulnerable, and maybe they weren't used to that. I took a flight to Saipan, where he was born and where he had died, on a Thursday afternoon. March 9, I think. He was going to be cremated on Saturday. I didn't want to go. I knew it was going to be exhausting. And, when I arrived there, it was. Every day, I woke up before the sun rose and I helped my parents, spent time with family, smoked weed (medicinal, but also recreational, but also I wanted to avoid talking about my dead granddad while sober; there's always so much talking about our mortality when someone dies, it's a bummer). Monday morning, I went back to Guam. "Mourning" was over. I was slightly sad to go, because I love them, but my mother's side of the family are people that you can only enjoy for a limited amount of time before you feel drained. I love them, I genuinely do, but that doesn't change the helplessness I feel around them. Monday morning, the first day of our self-quarantining began. Businesses were closed all over the island; only a handful of retailers and service workers remained. My office was closed, and the Government of Guam declared that the island is under a Public Health Emergency status, closing down all non-essential government agencies, including schools. All over the world, thousands of Covid-19 cases were recorded in a matter of weeks. Thousands of deaths. Mostly in Italy, Iran, and China. The U.S.A. and Spain are rapidly accumulating new cases of the virus, and every other nation is right on their heels. America's for-profit system is being exposed as a failure, weaponizing poverty as a violent authoritarian act on every U.S.  citizen; their suffering from the country's ever-growing wealth disparity is what lines the pockets of billionaires and career politicians. This is the year that America's failed capitalist system is in full, disgusting display. In front of our own eyes. In front of the world's eyes. This is a cataclysmic event in history that can't be forgotten or swept under the rug. This is too big, too terrible. Today, March 25th, 2020, is my second day of quarantine. I am writing this, because these events are important. I will try to be as honest as I can.

#ql-001

[gjengivelse]

THE MUN.

i’m allison or ashtyn   (   she / her   )   ,   depends on who you ask.   i’m TWENTY-TWO years old   &   bi af.    ENGLISH is my first language.   my current timezone is us / canada central   ,   &   i’m in my fourth year at university studying classics.

DISCLAIMER   &   PORTRAYAL.

i am not sigyn iwaldisdottir   ,   nor am i any faceclaim used on this blog.   i do not own the marvel cinematic universe or norse mythos.   while sigyn is canon in the comics   ,   she has yet to make an appearance in the mcu   (   &   is highly doubtful to do so in the future   )   ,   so a lot of this will be mun interpretations   &   heavily headcanon-based   ,   so most interactions   &   other information found on this blog will be considered slightly au but will follow the canon storyline set within the cinematic universe.   i do draw some inspiration from sigyn’s comic story   ;   however   ,   there are several elements that i heavily dislike   &   will not include   (   for example   ,    loki   &   sigyn’s marriage being a forced marriage    ,    as well as the abusive elements in it   ).

INTERACTIONS   &   UNFOLLOWING.

as of january 2017    ,   this blog is considered PRIVATE     &   INDEPENDENT.   these past few school years have been particularly stressful   &   time consuming   ,   &   i know as the years go by   ,   it will only get more intense   ,   so i have decided to limit the amount of people i am interacting with to further enjoy roleplaying    &   build deeper relationships between sigyn    &   other characters.

on that note  ,   i only roleplay with MUTUALS.   this is not to discourage anyone to seek out roleplaying with me nor is this a statement on anyone else’s roleplaying skills.   it is merely simpler   &    a better use of my time.   this means any starter calls   ,   ic memes   ,   &   open threads are for mutuals only.   HOWEVER   ,   feel free to send me any   &   all questions about my character   ,   mutual or not.

personally  ,   i prefer FORMATTED posts with corresponding edited icons   ,   &   i tend to gravitate towards others who do the same.   but   ,   i do not require nor ask that my roleplaying partner match my format.   &   i will roleplay with / follow people who don’t use formatting / icons / etc.   i reserve the right to unfollow you without getting yelled at / hate / etc.   REASONS I WILL NOT INTERACT    &   OR UNFOLLOW someone include but are not limited to basic grammar mistakes   ,    untagged spoilers   &   nsfw content   ,    bigotry of any kind   ,   etc.    i try to keep a positive dashboard  ,     so i can enjoy roleplaying   ,   but i do believe callouts are sometimes necessary when it comes to things like theft   ,   homophobia   ,    racism   ,   etc.    they will be tagged accordingly for everyone’s comfort   ,   so if you prefer not to see such things   ,    please blacklist #callout tw.

on the same note  ,   if i do say or do something out of line when it comes in context of race / gender / sexuality   ,   please let me know.   i’m bi   ,   but i’m still white   &   cis   ,   &   although i would like to say i’m well informed on these matters   ,   i know there’s things i don’t know a lot about   &   somethings i’ll never completely understand because i can’t live through that experience.   i’d rather be told if i’ve done something out of line   &   work to correct it than let it fester unchecked.   i’m definitely not perfect   &   i know i’ve made mistakes before   ,   which is why i’m trying to be better about creating more appropriate psds   &   trying to make sure i give more attention to muses of color   ,   including my own   ,   but i am trying to work to fix those.   if you ever feel like i’m speaking over your voice on something   ,   let me know.   it’s not something i want to do.

ACTIVITY LEVEL.

with the same stance as above   ,   i roleplay because i enjoy it.   it provides me an opportunity to develop my writing skills   &   understand the characters i write on a deeper level.   i’m currently in my fourth out of five years of university   ,    &   i just recently  switched my major.    what does this boil down to   ?   well   ,   i probably won’t be on nearly as much as i was in high school   ,   so don’t expect a lot of activity during the daytime   ,   &   please understand that it will take me longer to respond to longer threads.   however   ,   you can probably expect high activity between the hours of 9-12 PM US CENTRAL TIME because this is the time i have set aside to relax & focus on my writing   &   myself.

ICONS   ,   GIFS   ,   &   OTHER GRAPHICS.

most icons in my threads are mine   ,   while most gif images found in my threads are not mine.    please do not use without my permission.   any icons   ,   gifs    ,   &   other graphics made by me can be found under THIS tag    (   although   ,    it should be noted gifs in the moodboards were not made by me unless otherwise stated   ).   any icons   &   gifs i place in a resource hunt are free to use.   do not use any other graphics without my permission   (   i.e.   sidebars   ,   headers  ,   etc   ).

as of 12 / 13 / 2015, any icon used by me on this blog are mine unless otherwise stated.   psds   &   borders made by me   &   available on my rph @GOODVIBESRPH.   current dash border is by JAYNEDITS   &   can be found in their PSD 006.   any other graphics that were not made by me have been credited accordingly.

TAGGING   ,   SPOILERS   ,   TRIGGERS   ,   ETC.

i tag my spoilers   (   for example   ,   thor spoilers will tagged as #thor spoilers   )   ,   &   i’m willing to tag any triggers you need me to post   (   i try to make sure to tag general triggers as much as possible   ,   but if i miss one please let me know   !   ).   if you need to block a ship tag   ,   message me the name of the ship   ,   &   i will send you the corresponding tag for you to block.   any triggers are stylized as #trigger name tw.   please tag your own spoilers   &   nsfw content.    mun is of age   (   b. march ‘97   )   ,   &   nsfw content themes such as sexual content   ,   gore   ,   murder  ,   etc may be present on this blog   ;   however   ,   there’s a good chance smut won’t happen or be explicit because lmao i have no experience with that   &   it makes me squeamish at times.   nsfw content will be tagged as #nsfw.   you can find a full list of how i tag certain posts HERE.

EXCLUSIVITY.

i do practice having mains   &   exclusives   ,   simply so i can have better continuity with my partners. a full list of my mains   &   exclusives can be found HERE.    my mains have priorities to thread   &   meme responses   ,   obviously   ,   &   it should be noted that interactions with my mains are typically considered to be placed in the sigyn’s canon unless otherwise stated.   i will not go fully exclusive with certain characters because there are either not enough of them around or the player is only on once in a blue moon   ,   or simply because i do not want to limit my interactions with different interpretations of said character.   never hesitate to ask if you would like to become exclusive   ;   however   ,   i will approach you if i would like for you to become one of my mains.

while not exclusive   ,   this blog’s main loki is @avengcs  ,   &   as such   ,   most headcanons regarding sigyn’s relationship with loki have been based on plotting   &   interactions with their portrayal.

SHIPPING.

chemistry    ,   above all else is super important to me; however, from previous interactions   ,   i do have ships i see sigyn in predominantly   (   i.e. ofc   ,   sigyn   /   loki   ).    it should be noted sigyn is BISEXUAL & BIROMANTIC.

CONTACT INFORMATION.

if i cannot be reached here for some reason or another  ,   feel free to check HERE for my other roleplay blogs.   disco is available upon request by mutuals.   i do have a PINTEREST BLOG where i post character aesthetics that anyone is free to follow.

#☾ ┆ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ⁽ psa ⁾

[veneficiia]

THE MUN.

i’m allison or ashtyn   (   she / her   )   ,   depends on who you ask.   i’m TWENTY-TWO years old   &   bi af.    ENGLISH is my first language.   my current timezone is us / canada central   ,   &   i’m in my fourth year at university studying classics.

DISCLAIMER   &   PORTRAYAL.

i am not justin steele   ,   nor am i any faceclaim used on this blog.   i do not own the vampire diaries   ,   the originals   ,   or   legacies.   my character is an ORIGINAL CHARACTER who is the cousin of my character KENNEDY STEELE.   he makes his first appearance in season six of the vampire diaries   ,   where his father tries to kill kennedy.   because my character is an original character   ,   most interactions   &   other information found on this blog will be considered SLIGHTLY AU but will follow the canon storyline set within the television show.

INTERACTIONS   &   UNFOLLOWING.

as of january 2017    ,   this blog is considered PRIVATE     &   INDEPENDENT.   these past few school years have been particularly stressful   &   time consuming   ,   &   i know as the years go by   ,   it will only get more intense   ,   so i have decided to limit the amount of people i am interacting with to further enjoy roleplaying    &   build deeper relationships between justin    &   other characters.

on that note  ,   i only roleplay with MUTUALS.   this is not to discourage anyone to seek out roleplaying with me nor is this a statement on anyone else’s roleplaying skills.   it is merely simpler   &    a better use of my time.   this means any starter calls   ,   ic memes   ,   &   open threads are for mutuals only.   HOWEVER   ,   feel free to send me any   &   all questions about my character   ,   mutual or not.

personally  ,   i prefer FORMATTED posts with corresponding edited icons   ,   &   i tend to gravitate towards others who do the same.   but   ,   i do not require nor ask that my roleplaying partner match my format.   &   i will roleplay with / follow people who don’t use formatting / icons / etc.   i reserve the right to unfollow you without getting yelled at / hate / etc.   REASONS I WILL NOT INTERACT    &   OR UNFOLLOW someone include but are not limited to basic grammar mistakes   ,    untagged spoilers   &   nsfw content   ,    bigotry of any kind   ,   etc.    i try to keep a positive dashboard  ,     so i can enjoy roleplaying   ,   but i do believe callouts are sometimes necessary when it comes to things like theft   ,   homophobia   ,    racism   ,   etc.    they will be tagged accordingly for everyone’s comfort   ,   so if you prefer not to see such things   ,    please blacklist #callout tw.

on the same note  ,   if i do say or do something out of line when it comes in context of race / gender / sexuality   ,   please let me know.   i’m bi   ,   but i’m still white   &   cis   ,   &   although i would like to say i’m well informed on these matters   ,   i know there’s things i don’t know a lot about   &   somethings i’ll never completely understand because i can’t live through that experience.   i’d rather be told if i’ve done something out of line   &   work to correct it than let it fester unchecked.   i’m definitely not perfect   &   i know i’ve made mistakes before   ,   which is why i’m trying to be better about creating more appropriate psds   &   trying to make sure i give more attention to muses of color   ,   including my own   ,   but i am trying to work to fix those.   if you ever feel like i’m speaking over your voice on something   ,   let me know.   it’s not something i want to do.

ACTIVITY LEVEL.

with the same stance as above   ,   i roleplay because i enjoy it.   it provides me an opportunity to develop my writing skills   &   understand the characters i write on a deeper level.   i’m currently in my fourth out of five years of university   ,    &   i just recently  switched my major.    what does this boil down to   ?   well   ,   i probably won’t be on nearly as much as i was in high school   ,   so don’t expect a lot of activity during the daytime   ,   &   please understand that it will take me longer to respond to longer threads.   however   ,   you can probably expect high activity between the hours of 9-12 PM US CENTRAL TIME because this is the time i have set aside to relax & focus on my writing   &   myself.

ICONS   ,   GIFS   ,   &   OTHER GRAPHICS.

most icons in my threads are mine   ,   while most gif images found in my threads are not mine.    please do not use without my permission.   any icons   ,   gifs    ,   &   other graphics made by me can be found under THIS tag    (   although   ,    it should be noted gifs in the moodboards were not made by me unless otherwise stated   ).   any icons   &   gifs i place in a resource hunt are free to use.   do not use any other graphics without my permission   (   i.e.   sidebars   ,   headers  ,   etc   ).

as of 12 / 13 / 2015, any icon used by me on this blog are mine unless otherwise stated.   psds   &   borders made by me   &   available on my rph @GOODVIBESRPH.   current dash border is by JAYNEDITS   &   can be found in their PSD 006.   any other graphics that were not made by me have been credited accordingly.

TAGGING   ,   SPOILERS   ,   TRIGGERS   ,   ETC.

i tag my spoilers   (   legacies spoilers will tagged as #legacies spoilers   )   ,   &   i’m willing to tag any triggers you need me to post   (   i try to make sure to tag general triggers as much as possible   ,   but if i miss one please let me know   !   ).   if you need to block a ship tag   ,   message me the name of the ship   ,   &   i will send you the corresponding tag for you to block.   any triggers are stylized as #trigger name tw.   please tag your own spoilers   &   nsfw content.    mun is of age   (   b. march ‘97   )   ,   &   nsfw content themes such as sexual content   ,   gore   ,   murder  ,   etc may be present on this blog   ;   however   ,   there’s a good chance smut won’t happen or be explicit because lmao i have no experience with that   &   it makes me squeamish at times.   nsfw content will be tagged as #nsfw.   you can find a full list of how i tag certain posts HERE.

EXCLUSIVITY.

i do practice having mains   &   exclusives   ,   simply so i can have better continuity with my partners. a full list of my mains   &   exclusives can be found HERE.    my mains have priorities to thread   &   meme responses   ,   obviously   ,   &   it should be noted that interactions with my mains are typically considered to be placed in the justin’s canon unless otherwise stated.   i will not go fully exclusive with certain characters because there are either not enough of them around or the player is only on once in a blue moon   ,   or simply because i do not want to limit my interactions with different interpretations of said character.   never hesitate to ask if you would like to become exclusive   ;   however   ,   i will approach you if i would like for you to become one of my mains.

this practice will probably not take place as much on this blog due to both the small size of the vampire diaries rpc   &    the fact that there are so many wonderful portrayals of each character.

SHIPPING.

chemistry    ,   above all else is super important to me; however, from previous interactions   ,   i do have ships i see justin in predominantly.    it should be noted justin is BIROMANTIC & BISEXUAL.

CONTACT INFORMATION.

if i cannot be reached here for some reason or another  ,   feel free to check HERE for my other roleplay blogs.   disco is available upon request by mutuals.   i do have a PINTEREST BLOG where i post character aesthetics that anyone is free to follow.

#☾ ┆ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ⁽ psa ⁾

[celticnoise]

This is an article I wasn’t sure how to write or where I’d put it if I did. It’s about Celtic but it isn’t. It didn’t start off being about Celtic, that’s for sure.

But Celtic is more than just our football club. It is an expression of ourselves. I don’t know about you, but I look at my values and my belief system and I like to think that they would have led me to Celtic … if Celtic didn’t help form them in the first place.

Because that’s a chicken or the egg type question for me, and although I’ve been thinking about it for years I still don’t really know what the answer is.

I do know that I cannot easily separate one thing from the other.

My political and social outlook might not have been formed by this club, but we share an identical ethos regardless.

Open, inclusive, forward looking, welcoming. Internationalist.

I cannot imagine following any other club, and certainly not in Scotland.

The idea of following one who’s support is insular, sectarian, parochial, nationalistic … I can’t even imagine it.

It’s baffling to me that anyone could.

September was a vintage month for the idiot fringe, for the backward and bigoted. Two major op-eds appeared in our media asking if it was time we did away with Catholic education in Scotland. I have a different suggestion; how about we just do away with Catholics entirely?

It’s the perverse end logic of that position. Because that’s what those proposing this as a “solution” to sectarianism in Scotland really mean.

It reminds me a lot of something I once read about a group of Nazis in early 1942, when the war had turned against them. The Wannsee meeting had decided the fate of the Jews, and these were some of the bureaucrats who would have to implement it. These officials were strictly mid-rank, and carried much of the weight. They were clearly frustrated.

One said to another, “I think this focus on the Jews has become a problem.”

To which one of his colleagues replied. “I agree. But when there are no more Jews then there won’t be a problem anymore.”

I am paraphrasing, but that was the gist of it and as far as I’m concerned it’s the unspoken sentiment at the heart of those targeting the schools. If you eliminate the expression of and recognition of the section of Scotland’s population which is openly Catholic, you don’t have to worry about anti-Catholic bigotry dirtying the place up any longer.

It’s not exactly a new idea.

You know, I love Scotland and feel really passionately about this country and its ability to stand on its own two feet in a big, hostile world.

But I am ever aware that we have, here, a backward, hillbilly shit-kicker segment of the population whose social outlook is such that it would be more at home in a southern US trailer park covered with Make America Great Again stickers and a Confederate flag flying overhead.

You only have to look at this clip to get it.

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— celticforever (@ClarkKe01956140) October 5, 2019

These are citizens of fair Scotia in the year 2019.

Closing Catholic schools isn’t going to eradicate that. The same people who appear in that Home Movie From Hell would doubtless be the first to complain about children being “separated at a young age” but look at the kids wandering around that hall and listening to that bile.

Close all the schools you want; this is why the problem will continue to fester.

I come from a Catholic family, and I went to a Catholic school.

I believe that my education in that environment – where we learned about religion as a whole and were encouraged to think beyond our own particular denomination – was part of what made me the person I am today, and gave me the social and political outlook I take a lot of pride in.

The other formative thing for me was being a Celtic fan.

I have always been glad that Celtic was not a “Catholic club.”

We’ve always been more than that, we’ve always tried to reach out and appeal to everyone.

I like to think I would have grown up like this without Celtic.

I also think that if I had I would have been drawn to this club instinctively as a result.

But I can’t be sure of it, because of the enormous impact I know Celtic has had on me, and that impact has been seriously profound.

I learned so much following Celtic.

I have ever been grateful to this club not just because of what it is but also because of what it is not. It is not backward facing. There was never a time when it defined itself by narrow, sectarian policies. This club has always taken pride in being thought of as the plucky outsider; I have been a plucky outsider my whole life, and one of the things I learned from Celtic is that there is nothing wrong with being different and being seen that way.

I realised early, from those who had followed the club before me, that I would have been welcomed in this Family no matter what I was; Protestant, Catholic, Jew, Muslim or agnostic. Even Jedi’s are welcome at Celtic Park. Just leave the lightsabres at the gate.

There are people in this country who want to reduce the whole sectarianism debate to what happens in or around football; it was the reason that I could not and would support, even for one second, the Offensive Behaviour Act which defined the whole issue through the prism of a game which I love. It was also a socially backward piece of legislation which treated football supporters as if we were all shaven headed goons.

It was an easy answer to a much more complicated issue, and as long as there are still orange parades marching up and down the streets every year – and now bullying local authorities and the police – I will refuse to believe the political class takes the issue seriously.

I hate that I have to share a country with the redneck tendency, and I would support any change which pushed them to the fringes where they belong. Closing Catholic schools would pander to these people. It would certainly do nothing to rid us of them.

Celtic will be here regardless; for a lot of people – stupid people – this club is a Catholic organisation. Their fear of all things Irish and Catholic would survive the closure of the schools. As long as this football club existed they’d have something to hate.

They don’t understand Celtic and they never have.

I love this club, for everything it is and for everything that it’s not.

I’m pretty clear on what those things are.

They made me what I am.

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[lostmatches]

THE MUN.

i’m allison or ashtyn   (   she / her   )   ,   depends on who you ask.   i’m TWENTY-TWO years old   &   bi af.    ENGLISH is my first language.   my current timezone is us / canada central   ,   &   i’m about to be in my fifth year at university studying classics.

DISCLAIMER   &   PORTRAYAL.

i am not elaine jones  ,   nor am i any faceclaim used on this blog.   i do not own once upon a time or the story of the little match girl.    while elaine is based around the concept of the little match girl   ,   her other story elements   ,   such as her storybrooke counterpart   &   her enchanted forest tie-ins to the jones family   ,   neverland   ,   &   rumpelstiltskin   ,   are of my own creation   &   why i consider her an original character.   because of the nature of my character   ,   my portrayal is heavily canon divergent   &   headcanon-based   ,     so most interactions   &   other information found on this blog will be considered slightly au but will follow the major canon storyline set within the once upon a time.

my portrayal will also rely on aspects from several pieces of media   &   not just once upon a time.   elements of the disney short the little matchgirl   ,    j.m. barrie’s peter pan   ,   &   other fantasy stories were used as inspiration for parts of elaine’s background.   please keep the aspects discussed in her biography   &   headcanons in mind when writing with her.   inability to adhere to the basics of reading her stats   /   bio   +   rules will cause for immediately blocking.   i promise i’m nice   ,   but i spent too many years writing similar fantasy-inspired ocs in the past on here to put up with people ignoring basic rp etiquette   &   not taking the time to get to know my version of a character.

INTERACTIONS   &   UNFOLLOWING.

as of january 2017    ,   this blog is considered PRIVATE     &   INDEPENDENT.   these past few school years have been particularly stressful   &   time consuming   ,   &   i know as the years go by   ,   it will only get more intense   ,   so i have decided to limit the amount of people i am interacting with to further enjoy roleplaying    &   build deeper relationships between elaine    &   other characters.

on that note  ,   i only roleplay with MUTUALS.   this is not to discourage anyone to seek out roleplaying with me nor is this a statement on anyone else’s roleplaying skills.   it is merely simpler   &    a better use of my time.   this means any starter calls   ,   ic memes   ,   &   open threads are for mutuals only.   HOWEVER   ,   feel free to send me any   &   all questions about my character   ,   mutual or not.

personally  ,   i prefer FORMATTED posts with corresponding edited icons   ,   &   i tend to gravitate towards others who do the same.   but   ,   i do not require nor ask that my roleplaying partner match my format.   &   i will roleplay with / follow people who don’t use formatting   /   icons   /   etc.   i reserve the right to unfollow you without getting yelled at   /   hate   /   etc.   REASONS I WILL NOT INTERACT    &   OR UNFOLLOW someone include but are not limited to basic grammar mistakes   ,    untagged spoilers   &   nsfw content   ,    bigotry of any kind   ,   etc.    i try to keep a positive dashboard  ,     so i can enjoy roleplaying   ,   but i do believe callouts are sometimes necessary when it comes to things like theft   ,   homophobia   ,    racism   ,   etc.    they will be tagged accordingly for everyone’s comfort   ,   so if you prefer not to see such things   ,    please blacklist#callout tw.

on the same note  ,   if i do say or do something out of line when it comes in context of race / gender / sexuality   ,   please let me know.   i’m bi   ,   but i’m still white   &   cis   ,   &   although i would like to say i’m well informed on these matters   ,   i know there’s things i don’t know a lot about   &   somethings i’ll never completely understand because i can’t live through that experience.   i’d rather be told if i’ve done something out of line   &   work to correct it than let it fester unchecked.   i’m definitely not perfect   &   i know i’ve made mistakes before   ,   which is why i’m trying to be better about creating more appropriate psds   &   trying to make sure i give more attention to muses of color   ,   including my own   ,   but i am trying to work to fix those.   if you ever feel like i’m speaking over your voice on something   ,   let me know.   it’s not something i want to do.

ACTIVITY LEVEL.

with the same stance as above   ,   i roleplay because i enjoy it.   it provides me an opportunity to develop my writing skills   &   understand the characters i write on a deeper level.   i’m currently in my fifth out of five years of university   ,    &   i just recently  switched my major.    what does this boil down to   ?   well   ,   i probably won’t be on nearly as much as i was in high school   ,   so don’t expect a lot of activity during the daytime   ,   &   please understand that it will take me longer to respond to longer threads.   however   ,   you can probably expect high activity between the hours of 9-12 PM US CENTRAL TIME because this is the time i have set aside to relax & focus on my writing   &   myself.

ICONS   ,   GIFS   ,   &   OTHER GRAPHICS.

most icons in my threads are mine   ,   while most gif images found in my threads are not mine.    please do not use without my permission.   any icons   ,   gifs    ,   &   other graphics made by me can be found under THIS tag    (   although   ,    it should be noted gifs in the moodboards were not made by me unless otherwise stated   ).   any icons   &   gifs i place in a resource hunt are free to use.   do not use any other graphics without my permission   (   i.e.   sidebars   ,   headers  ,   etc   ).

as of 12 / 13 / 2015, any icon used by me on this blog are mine unless otherwise stated.   psds   &   borders made by me   &   available on my rph @GOODVIBESRPH.   any other graphics that were not made by me have been credited accordingly.

TAGGING   ,   SPOILERS   ,   TRIGGERS   ,   ETC.

i tag my spoilers   (   for example   ,   once upon a time spoilers will tagged as #ouat spoilers   ,   although this isn’t something one has to worry about anymore  )   ,   &   i’m willing to tag any triggers you need me to post   (   i try to make sure to tag general triggers as much as possible   ,   but if i miss one please let me know   !   ).   if you need to block a ship tag   ,   message me the name of the ship   ,   &   i will send you the corresponding tag for you to block.   any triggers are stylized as #trigger name tw.   please tag your own spoilers   &   nsfw content.    mun is of age   (   b. march ‘97   )   ,   &   nsfw content themes such as sexual content   ,   gore   ,   murder  ,   etc may be present on this blog   ;   however   ,   there’s a good chance smut won’t happen or be explicit because lmao i have no experience with that   &   it makes me squeamish at times.   nsfw content will be tagged as #nsfw.   you can find a full list of how i tag certain posts HERE.

EXCLUSIVITY.

i do practice having mains   &   exclusives   ,   simply so i can have better continuity with my partners. a full list of my mains   &   exclusives can be found HERE.    my mains have priorities to thread   &   meme responses   ,   obviously   ,   &   it should be noted that interactions with my mains are typically considered to be placed in the elaine canon unless otherwise stated.   i will not go fully exclusive with certain characters because there are either not enough of them around or the player is only on once in a blue moon   ,   or simply because i do not want to limit my interactions with different interpretations of said character.   never hesitate to ask if you would like to become exclusive   ;   however   ,   i will approach you if i would like for you to become one of my mains.

SHIPPING.

chemistry    ,   above all else is super important to me   ;   however   ,   from previous interactions   ,   i do have ships i see elaine in predominantly.   it should be noted elaine is BISEXUAL   &   BIROMANTIC.

CONTACT INFORMATION.

if i cannot be reached here for some reason or another  ,   feel free to check HERE for my other roleplay blogs.   disco is available upon request by mutuals.   i do have a PINTEREST BLOG where i post character aesthetics that anyone is free to follow.

#✯ ┆ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ⁽ psa ⁾

[lostdorothy]

THE MUN.

i’m allison or ashtyn   (   she / her   )   ,   depends on who you ask.   i’m TWENTY-TWO years old   &   bi af.    ENGLISH is my first language.   my current timezone is us / canada central   ,   &   i’m about to be in my fifth year at university studying classics.

DISCLAIMER   &   PORTRAYAL.

i am not dorothy gale  ,   nor am i any faceclaim used on this blog.   i do not own once upon a time or the oz book series.    while dorothy gale is not an original character   ,   her storybrooke counterpart   ,   lily hugson   ,   is of my own creation.   while i acknowledge parts of dorothy’s canon storyline from the episodes kansas   (   3.20   )   ,   ruby slippers   (   5.18   )   ,   &   where bluebirds fly   (   6.18   )   ,   my portrayal is heavily canon divergent   &   headcanon-based   ,     so most interactions   &   other information found on this blog will be considered slightly au but will follow the major canon storyline set within the once upon a time.

my portrayal will also rely on aspects from both the oz book series   ,   as well as different ozian film   &    television adaptions.   the three major differences between my dorothy   &   once upon a time’s dorothy is    (   1   )   she has been in storybrooke since the first curse   ,   along with her aunt   &   uncle   &   her dog*   ,   (   2   )   dorothy’s family life is a bit more complicated (   for example   ,   toto was not originally a dog but rather her brother thomas who was cursed by zelena   &   later became a shape-shifter due to lingering effects of the curse   ,   &   (   3   )   dorothy is a witch   /   magic-user   ,   just like zelena   ,   regina   ,   emma   ,   etc.   please keep these things   ,   as well as other unique aspects discussed in her biography   &   headcanons in mind when writing with her.   inability to adhere to the basics of reading her stats   /   bio   +   rules will cause for immediately blocking.   i promise i’m nice   ,   but i spent too many years writing dorothy in the past on here to put up with people ignoring basic rp etiquette   &   not taking the time to get to know my version of a character.

INTERACTIONS   &   UNFOLLOWING.

as of january 2017    ,   this blog is considered PRIVATE     &   INDEPENDENT.   these past few school years have been particularly stressful   &   time consuming   ,   &   i know as the years go by   ,   it will only get more intense   ,   so i have decided to limit the amount of people i am interacting with to further enjoy roleplaying    &   build deeper relationships between dorothy    &   other characters.

on that note  ,   i only roleplay with MUTUALS.   this is not to discourage anyone to seek out roleplaying with me nor is this a statement on anyone else’s roleplaying skills.   it is merely simpler   &    a better use of my time.   this means any starter calls   ,   ic memes   ,   &   open threads are for mutuals only.   HOWEVER   ,   feel free to send me any   &   all questions about my character   ,   mutual or not.

personally  ,   i prefer FORMATTED posts with corresponding edited icons   ,   &   i tend to gravitate towards others who do the same.   but   ,   i do not require nor ask that my roleplaying partner match my format.   &   i will roleplay with / follow people who don’t use formatting / icons / etc.   i reserve the right to unfollow you without getting yelled at / hate / etc.   REASONS I WILL NOT INTERACT    &   OR UNFOLLOW someone include but are not limited to basic grammar mistakes   ,    untagged spoilers   &   nsfw content   ,    bigotry of any kind   ,   etc.    i try to keep a positive dashboard  ,     so i can enjoy roleplaying   ,   but i do believe callouts are sometimes necessary when it comes to things like theft   ,   homophobia   ,    racism   ,   etc.    they will be tagged accordingly for everyone’s comfort   ,   so if you prefer not to see such things   ,    please blacklist #callout tw.

on the same note  ,   if i do say or do something out of line when it comes in context of race / gender / sexuality   ,   please let me know.   i’m bi   ,   but i’m still white   &   cis   ,   &   although i would like to say i’m well informed on these matters   ,   i know there’s things i don’t know a lot about   &   somethings i’ll never completely understand because i can’t live through that experience.   i’d rather be told if i’ve done something out of line   &   work to correct it than let it fester unchecked.   i’m definitely not perfect   &   i know i’ve made mistakes before   ,   which is why i’m trying to be better about creating more appropriate psds   &   trying to make sure i give more attention to muses of color   ,   including my own   ,   but i am trying to work to fix those.   if you ever feel like i’m speaking over your voice on something   ,   let me know.   it’s not something i want to do.

ACTIVITY LEVEL.

with the same stance as above   ,   i roleplay because i enjoy it.   it provides me an opportunity to develop my writing skills   &   understand the characters i write on a deeper level.   i’m currently in my fourth out of five years of university   ,    &   i just recently  switched my major.    what does this boil down to   ?   well   ,   i probably won’t be on nearly as much as i was in high school   ,   so don’t expect a lot of activity during the daytime   ,   &   please understand that it will take me longer to respond to longer threads.   however   ,   you can probably expect high activity between the hours of 9-12 PM US CENTRAL TIME because this is the time i have set aside to relax & focus on my writing   &   myself.

ICONS   ,   GIFS   ,   &   OTHER GRAPHICS.

most icons in my threads are mine   ,   while most gif images found in my threads are not mine.    please do not use without my permission.   any icons   ,   gifs    ,   &   other graphics made by me can be found under THIS tag    (   although   ,    it should be noted gifs in the moodboards were not made by me unless otherwise stated   ).   any icons   &   gifs i place in a resource hunt are free to use.   do not use any other graphics without my permission   (   i.e.   sidebars   ,   headers  ,   etc   ).

as of 12 / 13 / 2015, any icon used by me on this blog are mine unless otherwise stated.   psds   &   borders made by me   &   available on my rph @GOODVIBESRPH.   any other graphics that were not made by me have been credited accordingly.

TAGGING   ,   SPOILERS   ,   TRIGGERS   ,   ETC.

i tag my spoilers   (   for example   ,   once upon a time spoilers will tagged as #ouat spoilers   ,   although this isn’t something one has to worry about anymore   )   ,   &   i’m willing to tag any triggers you need me to post   (   i try to make sure to tag general triggers as much as possible   ,   but if i miss one please let me know   !   ).   if you need to block a ship tag   ,   message me the name of the ship   ,   &   i will send you the corresponding tag for you to block.   any triggers are stylized as #trigger name tw.   please tag your own spoilers   &   nsfw content.    mun is of age   (   b. march ‘97   )   ,   &   nsfw content themes such as sexual content   ,   gore   ,   murder  ,   etc may be present on this blog   ;   however   ,   there’s a good chance smut won’t happen or be explicit because lmao i have no experience with that   &   it makes me squeamish at times.   nsfw content will be tagged as #nsfw.   you can find a full list of how i tag certain posts HERE.

EXCLUSIVITY.

i do practice having mains   &   exclusives   ,   simply so i can have better continuity with my partners. a full list of my mains   &   exclusives can be found HERE.    my mains have priorities to thread   &   meme responses   ,   obviously   ,   &   it should be noted that interactions with my mains are typically considered to be placed in the dorothy’s canon unless otherwise stated.   i will not go fully exclusive with certain characters because there are either not enough of them around or the player is only on once in a blue moon   ,   or simply because i do not want to limit my interactions with different interpretations of said character.   never hesitate to ask if you would like to become exclusive   ;   however   ,   i will approach you if i would like for you to become one of my mains.

SHIPPING.

chemistry    ,   above all else is super important to me   ;   however   ,   from previous interactions   ,   i do have ships i see dorothy in predominantly.   it should be noted dorothy is BISEXUAL   &   BIROMANTIC.

CONTACT INFORMATION.

if i cannot be reached here for some reason or another  ,   feel free to check HERE for my other roleplay blogs.   disco is available upon request by mutuals.   i do have a PINTEREST BLOG where i post character aesthetics that anyone is free to follow.

#✯ ┆ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ⁽ psa ⁾

[astralstark]

THE MUN.

i’m allison or ashtyn   (   she / her   )   ,   depends on who you ask.   i’m TWENTY-TWO years old   &   bi af.    ENGLISH is my first language.   my current timezone is us / canada central   ,   &   i’m in my fourth year at university studying classics.

DISCLAIMER   &   PORTRAYAL.

i am not ashtyn stark   ,   nor am i any faceclaim used on this blog.   i do not own the marvel cinematic universe or nbc’s heroes.   my character is an ORIGINAL CHARACTER who is the biological daughter of TONY STARK.   her mother was an evolved human from nbc’s heroes.   because my character is an original character   ,   most interactions   &   other information found on this blog will be considered SLIGHTLY AU but will follow the canon storyline set within the marvel cinematic universe   (   with added elements   &   plots from heroes   ).

INTERACTIONS   &   UNFOLLOWING.

as of january 2017    ,   this blog is considered PRIVATE     &   INDEPENDENT.   these past few school years have been particularly stressful   &   time consuming   ,   &   i know as the years go by   ,   it will only get more intense   ,   so i have decided to limit the amount of people i am interacting with to further enjoy roleplaying    &   build deeper relationships between ashtyn    &   other characters.

on that note  ,   i only roleplay with MUTUALS.   this is not to discourage anyone to seek out roleplaying with me nor is this a statement on anyone else’s roleplaying skills.   it is merely simpler   &    a better use of my time.   this means any starter calls   ,   ic memes   ,   &   open threads are for mutuals only.   HOWEVER   ,   feel free to send me any   &   all questions about my character   ,   mutual or not.

personally  ,   i prefer FORMATTED posts with corresponding edited icons   ,   &   i tend to gravitate towards others who do the same.   but   ,   i do not require nor ask that my roleplaying partner match my format.   &   i will roleplay with / follow people who don’t use formatting / icons / etc.   i reserve the right to unfollow you without getting yelled at / hate / etc.   REASONS I WILL NOT INTERACT    &   OR UNFOLLOW someone include but are not limited to basic grammar mistakes   ,    untagged spoilers   &   nsfw content   ,    bigotry of any kind   ,   etc.    i try to keep a positive dashboard  ,     so i can enjoy roleplaying   ,   but i do believe callouts are sometimes necessary when it comes to things like theft   ,   homophobia   ,    racism   ,   etc.    they will be tagged accordingly for everyone’s comfort   ,   so if you prefer not to see such things   ,    please blacklist #callout tw.

on the same note  ,   if i do say or do something out of line when it comes in context of race / gender / sexuality   ,   please let me know.   i’m bi   ,   but i’m still white   &   cis   ,   &   although i would like to say i’m well informed on these matters   ,   i know there’s things i don’t know a lot about   &   somethings i’ll never completely understand because i can’t live through that experience.   i’d rather be told if i’ve done something out of line   &   work to correct it than let it fester unchecked.   i’m definitely not perfect   &   i know i’ve made mistakes before   ,   which is why i’m trying to be better about creating more appropriate psds   &   trying to make sure i give more attention to muses of color   ,   including my own   ,   but i am trying to work to fix those.   if you ever feel like i’m speaking over your voice on something   ,   let me know.   it’s not something i want to do.

ACTIVITY LEVEL.

with the same stance as above   ,   i roleplay because i enjoy it.   it provides me an opportunity to develop my writing skills   &   understand the characters i write on a deeper level.   i’m currently in my fourth out of five years of university   ,    &   i just recently  switched my major.    what does this boil down to   ?   well   ,   i probably won’t be on nearly as much as i was in high school   ,   so don’t expect a lot of activity during the daytime   ,   &   please understand that it will take me longer to respond to longer threads.   however   ,   you can probably expect high activity between the hours of 9-12 PM US CENTRAL TIME because this is the time i have set aside to relax & focus on my writing   &   myself.

ICONS   ,   GIFS   ,   &   OTHER GRAPHICS.

most icons in my threads are mine   ,   while most gif images found in my threads are not mine.    please do not use without my permission.   any icons   ,   gifs    ,   &   other graphics made by me can be found under THIS tag    (   although   ,    it should be noted gifs in the moodboards were not made by me unless otherwise stated   ).   any icons   &   gifs i place in a resource hunt are free to use.   do not use any other graphics without my permission   (   i.e.   sidebars   ,   headers  ,   etc   ).

as of 12 / 13 / 2015, any icon used by me on this blog are mine unless otherwise stated.   psds   &   borders made by me   &   available on my rph @GOODVIBESRPH.   current dash border is by JAYNEDITS   &   can be found in their PSD 006.   any other graphics that were not made by me have been credited accordingly.

TAGGING   ,   SPOILERS   ,   TRIGGERS   ,   ETC.

i tag my spoilers   (   for example   ,   iron man spoilers will tagged as #iron man spoilers   )   ,   &   i’m willing to tag any triggers you need me to post   (   i try to make sure to tag general triggers as much as possible   ,   but if i miss one please let me know   !   ).   if you need to block a ship tag   ,   message me the name of the ship   ,   &   i will send you the corresponding tag for you to block.   any triggers are stylized as #trigger name tw.   please tag your own spoilers   &   nsfw content.    mun is of age   (   b. march ‘97   )   ,   &   nsfw content themes such as sexual content   ,   gore   ,   murder  ,   etc may be present on this blog   ;   however   ,   there’s a good chance smut won’t happen or be explicit because lmao i have no experience with that   &   it makes me squeamish at times.   nsfw content will be tagged as #nsfw.   you can find a full list of how i tag certain postsHERE.

EXCLUSIVITY.

i do practice having mains   &   exclusives   ,   simply so i can have better continuity with my partners. a full list of my mains   &   exclusives can be found HERE.    my mains have priorities to thread   &   meme responses   ,   obviously   ,   &   it should be noted that interactions with my mains are typically considered to be placed in the ashytn’s canon unless otherwise stated.   i will not go fully exclusive with certain characters because there are either not enough of them around or the player is only on once in a blue moon   ,   or simply because i do not want to limit my interactions with different interpretations of said character.   never hesitate to ask if you would like to become exclusive   ;   however   ,   i will approach you if i would like for you to become one of my mains.

SHIPPING.

chemistry    ,   above all else is super important to me; however, from previous interactions   ,   i do have ships i see ashtyn in predominantly.   it should be noted ashtyn is BISEXUAL & BIROMANTIC.

CONTACT INFORMATION.

if i cannot be reached here for some reason or another  ,   feel free to check HERE for my other roleplay blogs.   disco is available upon request by mutuals.   i do have a PINTEREST BLOG where i post character aesthetics that anyone is free to follow.

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falling out of love with fashion

In the fourth grade, I made a single Microsoft Powerpoint slide featuring a low-res photograph of racks of colorful clothing with a gold gradient oval overlay that read “F.I.T.” in a classic Microsoft Office script font. My teacher had directed us to make a slideshow about our futures as an end-of-the-year project. Naturally, I dedicated all of the allotted time to making a single perfect slide to reflect where I belonged: the Fashion Institute of Technology. I had already taken the virtual tour, this was my big break. I did everything in my power to secure my place in the world of fashion. I took advanced art classes, pre-college courses, and doodled constantly. Then, in my sophomore year of high school, I found myself in a slump.

Art is deeply personal, and its quality is entirely subjective. I felt that my work wasn’t very strong, and I was losing my passion for creating it. My justification for wanting to design clothing had been that I didn’t see fashion that reflected my style, so I wanted to change that. This wasn’t a misguided thought: Mohandas Gandhi said himself that you should be the change you wish to see in the world. There was a flaw in my reasoning, though: my idea of appealing fashion existed, I just needed to make it more popular. This launched my interest into the realm of marketing and business.

Towards the end of my reflective sophomore year, a guidance counselor stopped by my English class to discuss course selection for the following year. As I began to flip through the guide given to us, I stumbled across a page dedicated to the programs available through a partnership with a vocational school in my county. My eyes darted directly to the words “Fashion Design & Merchandising”.

Was this real life? Was there actually a program tailored exactly to my needs? My hand shot up into the air.

“What is it?” the guidance counselor said, looking slightly annoyed at my enthusiasm. It must have been a long day.

“What is this program?” I asked, pointing fervently to what I had found.

“Oh, yeah, that’s a technical career program, talk to your guidance counselor about it if you’re interested.” She didn’t seem too impressed.

As soon as the bell rang, I ran downstairs to do exactly that. During my conversation with my counselor, I began to see why her co worker wasn’t thrilled about my discovery. The kids who did this program had reputations for being unmotivated and in need of academic intervention. I was not one of these kids, and I didn’t care. In fact, I thought that it was unfair how a career training program was associated with laziness, considering the sheer amount of time and effort it takes to gain certifications in certain trades.

After visiting the school and meeting my prospective teacher, I applied for the program and was accepted. It began a few days before the rest of my class started their junior year. I had no free periods and only twenty minutes to eat my lunch/watch out for the bus that took me and roughly six or seven other students to what essentially became our second school.

Upon entering the school, I was greeted by a security guard with a thick Jamaican accent.

“How you doin’?” he’d say, holding the door open for me.

Initially, my teacher would be waiting for me at her desk because she taught the same class in the morning. That class was eventually dissolved because of low enrollment, and after a month or so, she would be late every day because she would come from a different school.

My teacher was a middle-aged Puerto Rican, Southeast Asian woman who had  kind eyes and a fake laugh. She had been a head designer for a men’s luxury athletic-wear company for two decades prior to the start of her teaching career. When I first visited, she said all the right things. My class was going to sew, create mood boards, cut patterns, design clothing lines, etc. I was going to be well versed in the fashion world in no time--or so I thought. Her kind eyes had nothing behind them.

Classmates trickled in over the next few weeks, each one bringing a bit of diversity to the group. Three of them were seniors completing the second half of the program in order to secure college credit and a certification to work in retail. There were ten of us in total from all over the county, I was the only one from my town. One young lady in particular took a liking to me and insisted that we work and sit together all the time.

The only reason I’m going to assign this character a name is because she was instrumental in my demise. Let’s call her Patricia.

Patricia was from a relatively upscale town in the county. Her skin was a a beautiful dark shade of brown, similar to that of Naomi Campbell, who I assume was one of her idols. She was too short to be a runway model, so she did commercial modelling. Her hair was short, and she wore over-the-knee boots often. Her mother was Belgian or French or something, and I believe French was her first language.

I put up with Patricia for a while. I wasn’t making any other friends. I bonded with one young lady over Nicki Minaj and our shared Aries-ness, but she dropped out of the class before the halfway point of the first quarter.

Gradually, I became impatient with Patricia and felt it best I work alone. In doing so, I missed the chance to open up to my peers and form connections. As the year went by, though, I realized that that was how it ought to have been.

There were about ten of us in the class, roughly four young men and six young women. Conversations often surrounded controversial topics, and my teacher had to address the class multiple times. I steered clear of these and abided by the rules on the “Professional Conduct” sheet posted above the whiteboard that I had made the design for myself. The rules were simple: Stay on task, avoid inappropriate conversations, and be diligent in your work. This was, after all, supposed to be treated like a workplace. They don’t call it career training for nothing.

I won’t comment on the quality of my classmates’ work because like I said: art is entirely subjective. I will, however, point out that my technique was more advanced, which was to be expected, considering I had an immense amount of experience in drawing fashion figures. Between my skill level and determination to follow the rules, I achieved the highest grade in the class and was nominated to be the “Student of the Quarter”, which meant I got to miss some of my class to attend a brunch. My parents were invited, too. I also earned a perfect attendance award.

My mental health was deteriorating, though. There were constant arguments in my classroom. I began to dread seeing the bus pull into the roundabout in front of my school. One argument in particular struck a chord with me.

Another key player in this story is a young man who we’ll call Randy.

Randy sounded like Drake and tried to act like him, too. He sagged his pants, though, and was a raging homophobe. Every day I would hear the phrase “that’s gay” come out of his mouth. I knew what he meant, but he didn’t say what he meant, and instead chose to use a word intended to be positive as an insult. He made the argument that gay people are raised to be homosexual, and that they’re not born that way. As a matter of fact, he’d seen a study that confirmed this belief.

At this point, I had been an active member of the New York Catholic Forensics League Student Congress, and was doing extensive research about everything from Sub Saharan African infrastructure to the American electoral college. I was hearing eloquent speeches that were cited accurately on a weekly basis, so when Randy made this highly uninformed argument, I was unimpressed and offended.

Where was my teacher, you may ask? Doing something more important, I suppose, and letting this hostile environment fester.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I snapped.

“Randy. Randy. Randy.” I said firmly, trying to get his attention. “Stop saying ‘gay’ as if it is an insult, because it’s not. If you mean to say ‘stupid’, say it. Oh, and as someone who has grown up with a gay sibling I can promise you that it is not because she was raised that way.”

He dismissed me and looked away, but everyone else’s eyes were glued to me. I hadn’t addressed anyone in weeks.

“See?” my teacher exclaimed from her desk. “I told you someone would be offended.”

Later that evening I received a direct message on Instagram from Patricia apologizing for Randy’s actions. I wonder where her remorse was when he was being blatantly homophobic. 

There were several instances of bigotry in that classroom, some too painful to recount. It got to the point where I would literally cry on the bus to and from the vocational school.

I loved the curriculum, everything about it. I felt like I was in my element when the main perpetrators weren’t present. When they were, though, I was often anxious and upset. My teacher eventually stopped intervening altogether.

Around May, I started listening more carefully to the subject matter of the boy chatter. They were always talking about how young women were “valid” or “thick”--that is, young women on Instagram and Snapchat. Other times, they would call young women “ugly” or “too skinny”. Another young man, similar to Randy, but mostly to-himself said “fag” or “faggot” in regards to other young men he was either friends with or knew of if they way they dressed or acted suggested something about their sexuality. I worked three feet away from where my teacher spent the majority of our classes, at her desk, and I wore headphones with music playing relatively loud. I heard everything these young men were saying loud and clear.

I recall the exact moment that I broke down. It was after Patricia, while looking for her commercial size on a pattern envelope (they’re typically five sizes larger than your retail size), gasped.

“Size SIXTEEN?!” she exclaimed, looking horrified. “That’s HUGE. That is SO BIG. OH MY GOD.”

I was a size sixteen in retail, and a size 26 in commercial. I was huge.

It took many years for me to feel comfortable in my skin as a “plus size” young woman. I was never encouraged to love myself for who I was, rather to slim down to look socially acceptable and to be able to wear certain types of clothing. My self-love came from me, and I wasn’t used to my peers being disgusted by me or my size. Her words were like knives.

I gave her the worst glare imaginable and promptly left to go to the bathroom. I sobbed for a good ten minutes, absolutely hating where I was. It never occurred to me that I could have a bad time doing what I loved, but that’s exactly what was happening. My teacher let all of these things happen without correction, and the environment was incredibly toxic.

Eventually, I returned to the classroom and continued my work. After some time, my teacher called three young women, including myself, over to her desk.

“You know, next year, you girls should sign up for the morning class,” she said in a low voice. “You’re all very quiet, and it would be more productive because there wouldn’t be so much chatter.”

This had to be a joke.

“Angelina, don’t you think so?” she addressed me. “Will you do that?”

There was no way I was returning the next year, but I nodded my head and left for the bathroom again. This was the second time I bawled my eyes out that day, and I knew I would be crying on the bus back, too. I called my mom, but I was crying too hard to get a clear word out.

I visited my guidance counselor for the vocational program a few days later and told her everything, holding back even more tears. She was heartbroken to hear that I wouldn’t be returning, and suggested I try another program. Fashion was it for me, though. I had no interest in Architecture or Commercial Art, and I didn’t particularly like the Commercial Art teacher either.

The director of the entire school, the guidance counselor for the program, and the social working  who was also in charge of enforcing the rules of DASA, or the Dignity for All Students Act that made bullying of most kinds punishable by law visited my classroom and spoke about how the derogatory language was unacceptable, especially in a room of young women. After they left, the young men in my class denied the accusations outright, and for the first time, my vocal female classmates acknowledged that they were always saying vulgar things. Somehow they caught wind that I was the one who had reported what was going on and they thanked me for saying something. It blew my mind how they were always saying gutsy things to these young men, but never once had the nerve to address their foul language.

We had a meeting with the principal, my guidance counselor at the vocational school, my parents, my teacher, and the school social worker.

When asked to elaborate on what had been going on in the classroom, I broke down, but managed to get one phrase out.

“I feel like...there’s a lot of hearing...but no listening,” I said.

What I meant was that my teacher had been telling my class to lower the noise level, but not actually addressing the subject matter of the conversations that were being held and putting an end to them.

“I don’t even hear it,” my teacher scoffed.

She didn’t even hear it.

My mother was furious, as was my father. The administrators, including the social worker who had previously been very friendly with my teacher, were appalled. I couldn’t blame them, it was simple: my teacher was not doing her job. It was her responsibility to intervene and prevent that behavior, and she failed me and every other young person in that classroom.

The month after that was relatively peaceful. A lot of the main perpetrators didn’t show up to school very often. My relationship with my teacher was fine.

On the last day of classes, I didn’t say goodbye to anyone. I left the building in tears of relief and cried the entire bus ride back to my actual school, where I thrived.

I maintained a satisfactory grade in Fashion Design & Merchandising, never falling below a 90. That was by my own accord. Don’t get me wrong, my teacher was an excellent seamstress and made impeccable art, but fell completely flat when it came to having some compassion for me and my classmates. Those young men could have benefited immensely from some discipline, and it was her job to enforce the law, but sexual bullying was occurring right under her nose, and it was ignored. I had to advocate for myself and my female peers who were just as uncomfortable as I was. Ironically, my teacher was editing a brochure for the Women’s March while the whole ordeal was unfolding. She was helping stand up for women all over the country, but not in her own classroom.

The administrators did their jobs, and helped make that place tolerable in my last month or so there. There was catcalling occurring in the hallways before classes started, and I was the only young woman present to witness it because my bus always arrived early, and the administration corrected that immediately.

This wouldn’t have escalated to the point that it did if it had been a real workplace. I learned the importance of professionalism and removing myself from stressful situations in the name of preserving my mental health.

I nearly lost my love for fashion. Just typing that makes my heart ache. It has been my life since I was little, but it became my personal hell as a sixteen/seventeen year old. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, though. Sometimes that has to be learned the hard way.

I’m still going to college for fashion merchandising. I won’t let this awful experience ruin what I’ve worked so hard for. I’m a member of the National Technical Honor Society, I earned that. My determination has been recognized and rewarded on multiple occasions, so I don’t feel unfulfilled in the least.I feel it necessary to share my story, though--not as a cautionary tale, because the other programs at this vocational school are lovely, but rather as inspiration to speak up. As my vice principal says: “Your voice matters”.