#The Impartial (pts)

[radiopixelctive]

BOO!!

Happy Halloween, guys!

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[riaki]

a spritz of peppermint | megumi fushiguro x reader

pt.6 of christmas event! cw: petnames i think idk, not proofread, there’s probably other stuff i’m missing but wtv happy birthday the prettiest king pls come back the food is cold

today is a very special day.

megumi notices that you rise early— mostly because when he wakes up in the morning, rubbing his sleep-heavy eyes groggily with a groan, he notices you’re not there. he rolls over, and smacks his face into cold sheets, devoid of your heat.

it pisses him off. so he starts his special day out as a grouch.

when he eventually crawls out of bed and makes his way into the kitchen after pulling on some sweats, though— he stops just short of the threshold to that sweet smelling cozy haven you love to spend your time in. the scent of pine needles and fresh chocolate orange wafts across the space, warm and welcoming and awfully wintery. he’s impartial to the cold— but he likes seeing your nose get red, so he guesses that’s one point positive.

“megumi?” your soft voice drifts across the open space, and the frost around his grumpy heart melts just a little; a crack in the frozen surface of the lake.

he reluctantly emerges from the shadow of the hallway, past the bundle of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. the thought causes a memory to flash across his mind— your sweet smile and your prettier laugh; a distinct feeling of fuzzy warmth like a knitted sweater spreading across his cheeks when you pulled him close by the sleeve of his shirt and leaned in—

he shakes his head, trying to dash the stray thought. he’s supposed to be mad. it has no right to be there.

“why’d you get up so early?” he sighs heavily as he joins you at your side, scratching the back of his neck and running a hand through his unruly hair. you smiled sheepishly, turning to face him and you wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing lightly as a silent apology. he takes it with a grumble, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his face in your hair to bask in the scent of home before pulling away.

“it’s a secret.” you grinned, and he glares down at you, clicking his teeth in annoyance. you just laugh like the angel you are, leaving no room for guilt. you’re wearing one of his sweaters; you smell like him, and he supposes it makes up for the way you ditched him this morning.

“i expect compensation.” he grumbles, leaning against the counter as he watches you move about the kitchen, pale winter sunlight painting you like an ethereal dancer beneath the surface of misty lake water, crystal clear in your beauty. it’s mesmerizing.

you laughed, and his teeth dig into his bottom lip. “what, missed me? were you feeling lonely, gumi?” you smiled.

he just shoots you a piercing glare, the color of icicles in his eyes, but the warmth of your grin melts it away. you spend the next few moments in a comfortable silence, preparing a french toast topped with sweet berries and powdered sugar that looks so soft megumi could probably sink into it, until your lovely voice breaks the crisp morning silence.

“want black coffee?”

…

that’s weird. he never hesitates. and you know he takes his coffee black; of course you do. not because he wants to look cool, or look suave in another person’s eyes… well, except for you, of course. but not in the area of caffeine doses. and to be perfectly clear, all he needs is a dose of you to get him going.

he clears his throat. “can you make me hot chocolate?”

you pause, and he almost wants to bite his tongue off. why is he so embarrassed? but you just chuckle, like morning bird song across fresh dew on the grass.

“switching it up, huh? that’s cute.” you hum, and his face burns hot like embers in a brick fireplace. he coughs, throat scratchy like the pricks of a pinecone— but you make no note of it, simply going about your day.

he’s content to watch as you fish around in the rum-colored cabinets, pulling out a crinkly bag of cocoa powder. you put him on milk microwaving duty and he busies himself, lithe pale fingers unscrewing the carton of milk and pouring it into his favorite little painted dog mug. you were the one who’d made it; that silly little ceramics class you insisted on taking clearly didn’t help you too much in the way of smoothing down the bumps and blotches on the mug, but it holds your fingerprint, so he might as well memorize the shape of your hands when you’re not there.

megumi’s snapped back to reality when you grab a candy cane from the mini tree you decorated together sitting on the kitchen counter, smashing it up in the wrappings to mix the pepperminty dust with the cocoa powder. he eyes the pile of holiday drug warily as he brings the steaming mug over, placing it before you and leaning against the counter again to watch you work your mystery magic.

“that looks like brown cocai—”

“shh, megumi. keep your pretty mouth shut, please.”

he’s about to butt in again, lips parted before he presses them together irritatedly and resigns to sulk in silence.

you pour the hot chocolate mix into the milk, swishing it together as it forms a pretty spiral of cocoa; the color of dark chai and chocolate tart. he’s content to watch in silence, humming some christmas carol he’d overheard you listening to one gray afternoon— until he realizes you’re opening a bag of those sickeningly sweet and fluffy marshmallows he’d bought you on a whim. he only did it because his mentor told him they made the best gifts, but he’s beginning to realize it was the sweet tooth talking.

“hey— wait… are you going to put those in there, pretty?” he asks, putting a gentle hand on your wrist to stop you from vigorously emptying the bag into his poor victimized hot chocolate mug.

you glance up at him and flash a toothy grin, giving him one of those looks that makes his heart skip a beat. “trust me, gumi! you’re gonna love it.” you laughed, shrugging his hand off, and his lips curve downward. less because of the marshmallows that are toppling into his mug with a splash and more so because you freed yourself from his grasp.

obviously, you notice— your eyebrows knit together, a pinch of guilt weighing upon them like the snow on the streets outside. but it’s wiped away as quickly as it comes; before he knows it, you’re walking away with a bounce in your step, disappearing behind the counter before re-emerging with something behind your back.

“don’t look so sad, gumi. here,” you say, the cadence of your voice as soft and playful as he ever remembers it being when you pull a bunch of roses from behind your back. the bouquet is small and there’s dirt clinging to the stems— but his heart melts at the thought that you hand-picked them, prickly thorns and all, for him. “happy birthday,” you whispered, and his walls break.

“you’re not so different from them, you know.” you hummed, smiling as he takes them from you and gives you an inquisitive, quiet look. “you might be a little prickly on the outside, but you’re just as beautiful. you just have to look a little past the thorns.”

he feels his face flush; at this point, it’s probably as red as the stray candy cane shavings melting in his mug and the vibrant petals of the roses. he splutters and mumbles something annoyed under his breath, but he’s sure you can hear the undercurrent of fondness and affection weaves into each syllable like the beats of his heart, where you’re so close to. megumi thinks you might’ve just cut him open and made a home in his ribcage.

the bunch of handpicked roses for his special day sit on the marble counter dusted with cocoa powder and candy cane shavings, marshmallows bobbing at the surface of his hot chocolate like apples in a bucket as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in to press his lips insistently to yours, slow and tender like the way he always loves you. his hands curl around your sides, as if to ground you there; freeze the time in this bubble of warmth, forgetting the chill outside to warm his hands on your skin. you’re so little in his arms; he wants to hold you and never let you go, to keep you under his tree and have you make hot chocolate for him instead of black coffee every morning he wakes up, because it’s fine if you’re not there in bed— as long as you’re waiting for him with open arms elsewhere.

and when he kisses you, he realizes he might not need his hot cocoa to warm his stomach— your lips are as soft and pillowy sweet as the marshmallows melting in his mug, filled with steaming hot cocoa and all the love he could ever wrap his heart in this cozy winter; his christmas gift to you.

he’s grateful today is a special day, if only because of you and his sweet little painted dog mug filled with your heartwarming love.

stop this was so close to being late my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

#HAPPY BIRTHFDA MY POOKIE BEAR PRETTY PRINCESS LOVELY PEACHY PIE SUGAR PLUM POOKUMS SWEETIE POO PRETTY DRAG QUEEN BABY SILLY LITTLE QUEER GOO #spending quality time w my gumi plush today #we're going skiing together #left aki behind oops #megumi fushiguro x you #fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen megumi #fushiguro #fushiguro megumi x you #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #riko’s christmas event #billet-doux #megumi x you #megumi x y/n #fushiguro megumi x y/n #GHERES SO MANY #i hate tagging it’s my least favorite part #sigh

[bluemorfedbutterfly]

Delphic Maxims Pt.1

The Delphic Maxims are a collection of 147 maxims that are understood to be delivered by the deity Apollo Himself to the Oracle at Delphi, who divinely inspired the Seven Sages, seven early-6th-century BCE philosophers, mystics, politicians, and law-givers, who wrote them down.

(they are not mandatory to follow)

Follow God (Επου θεω)

Obey the law (Νομω πειθου)

Worship the Gods (Θεους σεβου)

Respect your parents (Γονεις αιδου)

Be overcome by justice (Ηττω υπο δικαιου)

Know what you have learned (Γνωθι μαθων)

Perceive what you have heard (Ακουσας νοει)

Be (or Know) Yourself (Σαυτον ισθι)

Intend to get married (Γαμειν μελλε)

Know your opportunity (Καιρον γνωθι)

Think as a mortal (Φρονει θνητα)

If you are a stranger act like one (Ξepsilon;νος ων ισθι)

Honor the hearth [or Hestia] (Εστιαν τιμα)

Control yourself (Αρχε σεαυτου)

Help your friends (Φιλοις βοηθει)

Control anger (Θυμου κρατει)

Exercise prudence (Φρονησιν ασκει)

Honor providence (Προνοιαν τιμα)

Do not use an oath (Ορκω μη χρω)

Love friendship (Φιλιαν αγαπα)

Cling to discipline (Παιδειας αντεχου)

Pursue honor (Δοξαν διωκε)

Long for wisdom (Σοφιαν ζηλου)

Praise the good (Καλον ευ λεγε)

Find fault with no one (Ψεγε μηδενα)

Praise virtue (Επαινει αρετην)

Practice what is just (Πραττε δικαια)

Be kind to friends (Θιλοις ευνοει)

Watch out for your enemies (Εχθρους αμυνου)

Exercise nobility of character (Ευγενειαν ασκει)

Shun evil (Κακιας απεχου)

Be impartial (Κοινος γινου)

Guard what is yours (Ιδια φυλαττε)

Shun what belongs to others (Αλλοτριων απεχου)

Listen to everyone (Ακουε παντα)

Be (religiously) silent (Ευφημος ιοθι)

Do a favor for a friend (Φιλω χαριζου)

Nothing to excess (Μηδεν αγαν)

Use time sparingly (Χρονου φειδου)

Foresee the future (Ορα το μελλον)

Despise insolence (Υβριν μισει)

Have respect for suppliants (Ικετας αιδου)

Be accommodating in everything (Παςιν αρμοζου)

Educate your sons (Υιους παιδευε)

Give what you have (Εχων χαριζου)

Fear deceit (Δολον φοβου)

Speak well of everyone (Ευλογει παντας)

Be a seeker of wisdom (Φιλοσοφος γινου)

Choose what is divine (Οσια κρινε)

Act when you know (Γνους πραττε)

Shun murder (Φονου απεχου)

Pray for things possible (Ευχου δυνατα)

Consult the wise (Σοφοις χρω)

Test the character (Ηθος δοκιμαζε)

Give back what you have received (Λαβων αποδος)

Down-look no one (Υφορω μηδενα)

Use your skill (Τεχνη χρω)

Do what you mean to do (Ο μελλεις, δος)

Honor a benefaction (Ευεργεςιας τιμα)

Be jealous of no one (Φθονει μηδενι)

Be on your guard (Φυλακη προσεχε)

Praise hope (Ελπιδα αινει)

Despise a slanderer (Διαβολην μισει)

Gain possessions justly (Δικαιως κτω)

Honor good men (Αγαθους τιμα)

Know the judge (Κριτην γνωθι)

Master wedding-feasts (Γαμους κρατει)

Recognize fortune (Τυχην νομιζε)

Flee a pledge (Εγγυην φευγε)

Speak plainly (Αμλως διαλεγου)

Associate with your peers (Ομοιοις χρω)

Govern your expenses (Δαπανων αρχου)

Be happy with what you have (Κτωμενος ηδου)

Rever a sense of shame (Αισχυνην σεβου)

Fulfill a favor (Χαριν εκτελει)

Pray for happiness (Ευτυχιαν ευχου)

Be fond of fortune (Τυχην στεργε)

Observe what you have heard (Ακουων ορα)

Work for what you can own (Εργαζου κτητα)

Despise strife (Εριν μισει)

Detest disgrace (Ονειδς εχθαιρε)

Restrain the tongue (Γλωτταν ισχε)

Keep yourself from insolence (Υβριν αμυνου)

Make just judgments (Κρινε δικαια)

Use what you have (Χρω χρημασιν)

Judge incorruptibly (Αδωροδοκητος δικαζε)

Accuse one who is present (Αιτιω παροντα)

Tell when you know (Λεγε ειδως)

Do not depend on strength (Βιας μη εχου)

Live without sorrow (Αλυπως βιου)

Live together meekly (Ομιλει πραως)

Finish the race without shrinking back (Περας επιτελει μη αποδειλιων))

Deal kindly with everyone (Φιλοφρονει πασιν)

Do not curse your sons (Υιοις μη καταρω)

Rule your wife (Γυναικος αρχε)

Benefit yourself (Σεαυτον ευ ποιει)

Be courteous (Ευπροσηγορος γινου)

Give a timely response (Αποκρινου εν καιρω)

Struggle with glory (Πονει μετ ευκλειας)

Act without repenting (Πραττε αμετανοητως)

Repent of sins (Αμαρτανων μετανοει)

Control the eye (Οφθαλμοθ κρατει)

Give a timely counsel (Βουλευου χρονω)

Act quickly (Πραττε συντομως)

Guard friendship (Φιλιαν φυλαττε)

Be grateful (Ευγνωμων γινου)

Pursue harmony (Ομονοιαν διωκε)

Keep deeply the top secret (Αρρητον κρυπτε)

Fear ruling (Το κρατουν φοβου)

Pursue what is profitable (Το συμφερον θηρω)

Pt.2:https://www.tumblr.com/bluemorfedbutterfly/746793436519202816/delphic-maxims-pt2-accept-due-measure-%CE%BA%CE%B1%CE%B9%CF%81%CE%BF%CE%BD?source=share

#hellenic polytheism #hellenism #hellenic pagan #hellenic deities #deity work #polytheism #diety worship #religious journal

[sagau-my-beloved]

Death At The Hands Of A God Pt. 2

Warnings: general sagau, imposter au, light descriptions of violence/gore, you're resurrected after being killed (by Venti), not really angst but not really comfort or fluff either

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Death was not as dark or empty as you had come to expect...

Was this death? Or maybe something in between—

Yes, that seemed like a better way to describe what you were experiencing, something in between real and unreal, existence and nothingness.

You couldn't think, see, feel, anything, as if you were simply a disembodied form of consciousness, waiting.

For what?

You didn't possess that answer, nor the ability to even contemplate the question. If you had the ability to think, you would have wondered briefly if this was what the characters you played as experienced when falling in battle, a void detached from both time and space.

This state of mere existence didn't last long, or, perhaps, it did. Perhaps it lasted many lifetimes, eons upon eons. It's not as if you would have recognized the difference, no different than how time passed when asleep.

You were pulled passively away, out of that void which welcomed you so, called for you, urged you to stay in its own impartial way. A call you didn't have the ability to respond to, as it simply wasn't your choice.

When you opened your eyes again you were met with something unfamiliar, the only hint of recollection stemming from a strong sense of déjà vu and nothing more.

It took you a moment to regain a sense of thought, of consciousness, remember that you were, in fact, an organic being even capable of having thoughts.

You blinked gently, taking in the scene before you, the soft breeze and wide planes spanning on for miles, the sparsely scattered trees, and the brief reflection of a river. You recognized it, in a way, and something in the back of your mind screamed that you were in danger, as if your subconscious knew of what your conscious self was trying so hard to remember.

It took but a second to move your head downward, your eyes finding themselves looking upon a kneeling form that seemed rather unaware of your presence, despite being directly beneath you. It took another moment for your brain to process what exactly you were seeing and why you felt so stricken with terror.

Oh.

Oh god.

As if having the air forcibly removed from your lungs, you felt the world around you collapse, instinctually bringing your hands up to your own throat where you last remembered feeling anything at all.

The sharp inhale is what caught his attention, what caused the previously silent archon, you had come to recognize as no other than your murderer, to raise his head in an unsure movement of fear and hope.

It was you, oh god, it was you.

The weight of every conceivable emotion that tangibly existed ran through his body, only an underlying inkling of self-restraint stopped him from lunging at your feet. He had been praying to you before your sudden appearance, begging for forgiveness, and what else could this be?

It had been only a month since your "passing", and Venti found himself engaging in ritualistic prayer every day since. It was the only thing that kept him sane with his past actions weighing on him constantly, a way to remind himself that you were still alive in spirit. While your mortal shell may be gone, the essence of the almighty creator would forever linger. It was only during these moments of prayer that Venti felt any semblance of the freedom he lost, the freedom he mourned, so he could pretend, if only for a moment, that everything was no different than how it was before that night.

The month had been the purest form of heavenly torture, and no amount of alcohol or sleep could distract him long enough to even pretend that all was well. His presence all but disappeared from the face of Teyvat, as he simply spent more time staring at one of your many shrines than breathing most days. The death of the creator, the murderer of an eternal god, a curse he alone had to bear the knowledge of.

His restraint broke quickly as you seemed to stumble backwards, creating more distance between the two of you than he was comfortable with.

"Your grace."

Felling your title on his tongue, feeling how it passed through his lips, he dreamed nightly of this moment, when he was able to dream of anything other than you so gracefully falling and the golden essence that seeped from your form where his arrow pierced it.

"You."

His heart fell, dropped down into his stomach, and shattered.

"You grace I—, I..."

Despite his seemingly endless internal thesaurus, the bards' mind drew a blank on what to say next.

What could be said? Was this not forgiveness? Was it not your will to grace him again with your presence after an agonizing month alone?

He didn't know you, not really, not personally. All he could attribute you to was the subtle feeling in the back of his mind, the strange whisper helping to guide his choices, the feeling of being watched over, before his mistake that is.

He knew of your legend, too. All the thousands of songs composed in your honor by heart, the unrelenting chattering of people carried by the wind when your name graced their lips. Every short story and unprovable myth about your existence prior, your power of creation and how you passed that power down to the mortals you created.

He knew the idea of you, no different than how his people knew the idea of Barbatos, though never truly him. Yet, as he looked upon you, past the fear, past your human vessel, there was a sense of deep familiarity that rang out and flooded his senses. A feeling that made him want nothing more than to simply know you, know everything unspoken and hidden beneath the layers of divinity, stay with you always and cherish every new piece of information, no matter how miniscule.

You glanced quickly to the left, thinking very carefully about simply making a run for it, wondering how much time you'd have before he could draw his bow and why he hadn't done so yet. Your body froze slightly at the thought, flashes of your prior life running through your mind and the unbridled fear they brought.

Venti seemed to pick up on your train of thought and couldn't stop himself from jumping into action at even the notion of more space being forced between you.

"I'm so so so sorry. I know I can't begin to repent, but please. I took care of the offender! You don't have to worry about them now—"

While rambling, Venti was inching ever closer to where you stood, trying to get close enough to safely grab on to any part of you and never let go. If he could just touch you, just secure the fact in his mind that you were alive.

Your mind was spinning with all the information, still not working at full capacity, muddled and hazy.

"Offender?" Was all you managed to choke out, wondering briefly if he was referring to your past life.

His face paled slightly at your tone. Did you really, truly not know the reason he was forced to—?

"The one in your throne, the one who took your place... The one who— who ordered your... death."

It hurt him to say the word, physically pained him, as if it was a blade caught in his throat, a harsh reminder of his transgressions.

"I— what?"

Venti had made it close enough to wrap his arms around your legs, clinging on for dear life as he reviled in feeling you, prepared to take any blows from your hand if only to stay there, it wasn't as if he didn't deserve it, and it would be blasphemy to deny anything you were gracious enough to give him.

You jumped at the sudden contact, but it was obvious he meant you no harm, though, that fact was particularly hard to convince your mind as it screamed at you to run away from the offender.

For a brief moment, the Venti you knew flashed in your mind as you felt his hands gripping the fabric of your clothes, clouded your vision with how often you used to admire him, back when this was all nothing more than a game. Just a simple game. The concept felt so foreign now.

You shifted your weight slightly and felt him hold on tighter. It took you a moment to realize he was crying, silent tears adorning his soft features.

What could you do? Was it even humanly possible to forgive something of this nature? Had any other being ever been faced with making this choice?

You had to clear your mind, ignore everything around you and focus on what you now knew. This was real, you were some figure of importance— or at the very least looked similar to one, and your death was ordered by someone who had control of even the gods of this world.

You looked down again at him, how he looked so desperate and utterly heartbroken, how he really believed himself to be the bearer of the ultimate transgression.

Without thinking, you moved your hand to his face, brushing your fingertips against the flushed skin, damp with tears. His eyes opened at your touch as he looked up at you, his hands moving from around your leg to your hand, grasping it tight as he held it to his face. This was certainly an odd form of comfort, if it could even be called that, but any touch from you was nothing but divine bliss for him.

Venti mumbled things against your skin now as he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing again, as if in prayer. He spoke breathy promises of love, devotion, and repentance, of an infinity without pain or sorrow under his watch, how he'd spend his entire immortal life by your side if you'd allow it, making up for his grave sin.

The few words you caught only led to a growing concern. This wasn't the carefree and playful bard you knew, nor was it the caring but serious god who loved his nation, this was something else entirely, something desperate and zealous, something dangerous...

You started to wonder how long it would take for you to regret your inevitable resurrection when faced with an immortal god who would not live to see you part from him again…

#genshin impact #genshin venti #sagau #genshin x reader #venti x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #sagau impostor au #this has been in my drafts for like 2 months #and i decided to finish it on a whime #so not great but at least it's no longer in my drafts and i can write other things #anyway hi howdy #it's been a second huh #part 2 of me not being able to write dialogue ever yippy #it's finals next week y'all #I'm about to be free

[jovenshires]

endless au edits: the battle of the bands au nobody asked for pt 7

battle of the bands 2024: an honest op-ed by jeremy elder the six entries to battle of the bands 2024 have finally been announced. not only will we be seeing sad men in their 30s's favorite new band the chosen, known for their appearance on the netflix reality show 'up & coming,' but also four other groups who desperately wish they were as famous. this includes: ftc, renowned alternative-indie sad-girl trio; kolivition, known for making the music your mom turns off every time she walks into the room; coventry, the punk girl group equivalent of that pinterest quote 'we are the granddaughters of the witches you could not burn'; and let's do this, who... no, that's it. who? anyway, it's not like any of that really matters, because i've yet to mention the smosh reunion, aka the wet dream of every millenial who asks for a veteran's discount after surviving warped tour. a clear favorite to win, smosh is coming in with an army of fans and a near-decade of experience on these guys. good luck to what little competition they have. in addition, i am thrilled to report that we now know the final lineup of judges. diehard battle of the bands fans - all two of you - will be thrilled to know that rhett mclaughlin and link neal of mythical will be back to judge yet another thrilling year of mediocrity. after winning ten years ago, those guys just won't let go of their glory days. (or maybe it's the other way around. blink twice if you need help, guys.) on the bright side, though, they've also introduced surprise judge jackie uweh. known for being one of the greatest performers of our generation, it will be uweh's first time judging a musical competition. i don't know what she's doing here and i highly suggest that she runs. and runs fast. the three will be the wonderful, charming, and dutifully impartial judges to this year's competition, and definitely will not be just handing it to smosh as a reward for their long-awaited reunion. (because ian hecox definitely wasn't signed onto the mythical label as a solo artist. it's not unfair at all.) finally, the emcee and host of the event will be newcomer to the rap scene, trevor. if that name doesn't ring any bells for you - don't worry, it doesn't for the rest of us, either. the 24-year-old rapper was apparently responsible for mixing the beats on mythical's latest and edgiest album, which, due to the power of nepotism, made him a natural choice for this year's emcee. known for his "meme rap" (i am being so serious right now), trevor auditioned for the battle of the bands but, fortunately, did not qualify. thus, he will not be competing nor, allegedly, performing. though i have my doubts. i reserve the right to run screaming for the hills the moment they hand him a mic. the soundcloud musician (that's right - don't bother looking him up on spotify, you won't get anywhere) will be hosting the battle of the bands and the series of live shows leading up to it. what does all this mean? well, it looks like this year is no different from the last, and predictable set-ups have means to predictable ends. nevertheless, i, your faithful and humble local reporter, will be making the trip to la with an all-access backstage pass in hand and reporting on the entire thing from start to finish. no rehearsal, live show, or, most importantly, complete disaster of a finale will escape my sight. rest assured that you have at least one decent and reliable eye witness to the whole fiasco. tomorrow marks my trip down to la - i'll be reporting live from the road. until then, i bid you adieu. may the best smosh - i mean, band - win.

#smosh #smosh au #fic #rpf #edit #mine* #aued* #au #jeremy #patrick #rhett #link #trevor #jackie #botbau #patrick and jeremy were not supposed to be in this! but alas! #jeremy e/lder do not rot my brain challenge level IMPOSSIBLE #long post

[shinycollarboneapologist]

hoax

pt 3 to the taylor!verse or they definitely learn how to communicate. 

content: not entirely smutty, but alludes to smut so 18+ only please, hurt no comfort, matty lies :/

matty’s departure for a tour usually pans out in one of two ways: a. you aren’t even privy to the fact that he’s left until he sends you a random dick pic in the middle of the afternoon, claiming it's two am his time and he misses you so so so much, or b. you’re getting woken up at six in the morning because he’s conveniently forgotten to secure a ride to the airport.

so, you sit and wait for the text. either one would work at this point, (though you’re a bit impartial to not being woken up with a picture of his dick).

you don’t just get a text however, you get multiple. a slew of messages wake you up from your slumber. multiple are him just asking if you’re awake because he’s bored out of his mind without you. others are him telling you all about the city he’s in and that you have to come visit because there’s so much good food and record shops and the vintage store he found has the best band tees he’s ever seen so he needs to know your size as soon as possible so he can buy you one. there’s an interesting use of emojis, too. you laugh to yourself as you begin to reply, but you’re immediately cut off by an incoming facetime from the man in question.

this continues for a few days- him in constant contact and you both ending your night on the phone together with him making promises of sweet nothings and baseless love. it's like he took a page right out of the “how-to-be-a-boyfriend-without-the-label handbook”, the perfect page at least to make you feel that deep down maybe in some parallel lifetime you were his and he was yours. and when he talks you through a mind-numbing orgasm later that night, having you puppeteer a ghost of what he would do to you had he been there, he asks you if you're his. and like you always do, you say yes through gasps for air and contorts of pleasure. you never ask if he’s yours though, the thought slips your mind at the moment. but you don’t need to because you know.

the next day, he calls and asks what your schedule looks like. you tell him there’s a lull in filming at the moment and that you’re free until a little over a month from now. he giggles, deviously, and you have half a mind to ask him what that’s all about. but he ends the call before you can. your confirmation comes about an hour later when you receive a text message with hotel and flight information and a cheeky “see you soon x”. you don’t push the envelope by questioning his intentions. instead, you make sure you tie up any loose ends for the next week and pack a bag.

he picks you up from the airport in yet another rented red convertible.

“you have a type, don’t you?” you laugh.

he shoots you a look, tossing your bag that he insisted on carrying for you into the backseat. “piss off.”

it only fuels your laughter, watching the way his face scrunches up as he rounds the car to get in the driver’s seat.

“mean it. I’ll leave you here,” his tone sounds serious, but there’s a hint of a smile on his lips and a glimmer in his eyes.

you roll your eyes as you hop in the car, “who’s going to get you off then, hm?”

he doesn’t respond. his hand finds itself on your thigh and that’s the answer you need.

for the first few days, it all seems normal. you fall into a sense of routine quite easily; waking up in a new hotel room, eating the hotel’s excuse for breakfast, lounging by the pool for a few hours, getting ready, going to the show, leaving for the after-party, leaving said after party early with matty whispering filthy promises in your ear, ending up in his room yet again, and then sneaking back out to your own hotel room before anyone would notice you were missing. it’s easy, to fall into this routine with him- especially on the days he has off and you two muck about in new cities, acting like tourists and finding new vintage stores. it’s like there was no ignoring and pining, just two friends (who happen to know each other’s bodies like the back of their hands) exploring and having a grand old time. painless, fun. easy.

until it isn’t.

she shows up on the fifth day of your trip. a woman mirroring your features. she’s an actress with a name that sounds like yours.

you had hardly noticed until you go to breakfast the next morning and she’s sat next to matty. your seat. he’s laughing at a joke she’s telling, wrapped up in her effortlessly. you don’t blame him. she’s funny and beautiful. you don’t blame her either for the way she looks at him because it's the same exact way you do.

he introduces you as his friend, with his arm wrapped over her shoulders and a permanent smile on his lips. the knife is twisting deeper. the wound only grows larger as she giggles out how matty’s told her so much about you and how much she loved the last movie you were in and did you know that matty and george had a hand in the soundtracking, they’re so talented, aren’t they? through a pained smile, one that matty would’ve picked up on (should’ve picked up on) had he been paying any attention to you, you’re nodding and thanking her. you excuse yourself before you can endure anymore, blaming it on a conference call. you feel stupid. used and stupid and confused.

you don’t notice matty’s eyes following you out of the room, a sallow expression overtaking his once gleeful smile.

there’s a knock at your hotel room. It’s just after two-thirty in the morning. you’re barely even opening the door before he’s pushing his way in, taking you in his arms and kissing the breath from your lips, sucking all of the air out of your lungs. you melt into him as you always do, fingers tangling in his hair and whines vibrating onto his lips. he takes you apart bit by bit with his tongue like his life depends on it, building you up to a blinding finish over and over and over again. you’re practically pulling him off of you in an attempt to hold onto whatever sanity you have left. and when he kisses you again, you taste yourself in his mouth; a small sliver of the remnants of your fantasy. he kisses you like he’s yours; your own perfectly curated shade of blue, a color mixed so tenderly and carefully like no other you’ve ever known.

you don’t ask him if he is yours, because you don’t have to. you never have to. not with the way he looks at you, a reflected image of your own dazed smile.

the last girl leaves and is replaced with another mirror of you. his late-night visits become far and few. time’s slipping away as quickly as he is, and there’s only three days left before you’re due back home for a photoshoot.

you didn’t notice it all until george brings it up as you two share a smoke on a balcony overlooking a new city. the air is crisp and the warmth brought by the blanket over your shoulders is a necessity.

“where’s matty?” he asks, exhaling the cloud of smoke in front of him with an outstretched hand holding the joint out to you.

you gladly accept, shrugging your shoulders and taking a hit, “haven’t seen much of him besides when he’s on stage.”

his eyebrows furrow and a tilt of his head comes soon after. you don’t like that look. it bubbles a deep feeling in your chest that radiates throughout your body and out into the air. you exhale as a means to eradicate it all, trying to push it away but there’s no use.

“weren’t you with him last night? i called and heard a voice in the back, sounded like yours.”

with the look you give him, he knows he’s ultimately shit the bed. your mind starts racing to matty telling you he was going to be busy for the next few nights, something about rewrites and creative processes but your mind was too hazy from the pleasure induced matty high to have it really resonate with you. you remember how he answered a phone call in the other room, just out of earshot so you wouldn’t be able to hear him. the feeling only grows.

“i uh, i wasn’t. i thought he was with you,” you swallow, thickly. your throat feels dry, but you’re accepting the joint again anyway.

george just shakes his head, offering you a solemn glance.

you feel sick. he’s on tour; singing songs he’s written about you yet, still shacking up with girls that aren’t you but look and act like you at the end of the night. so what's the matter with you, exactly? he makes you promise him that you’re his and you’ve never once asked him if that was reciprocated. he’s never once said it. but he acts like he’s yours in the middle of the night and under the covers and over text messages at ungodly hours. he tastes like he’s yours when he kisses you with so much fervor and longing that you forget how to breathe.

there are two days before you have to leave now. after the revelation on the balcony with george, you find yourself packing your bags, hurriedly. deuxmoi is calling her his next girlfriend, going on and on and gushing about how happy he looks for once. you’re sick to your stomach, excusing yourself from the gig that night with a lie about some casting call with your manager.

it’s late when they get back and matty is still riding his stage high. when he sees you outside the hotel, hushing furious secrets on the phone, it all comes crashing down. bile rises to his throat and he approaches you with a cigarette tucked between his lips.

“so we lie to each other, now?”

you jump, not expecting to see him until morning. your scoff falls into the air, ignored as he stares at you indignantly awaiting your response.

“you’re one to talk, matt.” the name feels foreign on your tongue, syllables that haven’t escaped your vernacular recently.

“if you didn’t want to come tonight, why lie about it?” it was a blow to his ego, no doubt, to not have you there tonight. but he deserved it.

“i’m not the liar here.” your words cast a heavy dark cloud over him, “why have you been avoiding me?”

“i didn't... i’m not avoiding you,” he sputters.

your reserve breaks, another lie.

“did you invite me here just so you could sleep with me if one of your friends didn’t feel up to it?”

the words leak out of your lips, dripping with malice like white-hot venom. they’re out in the open now, there’s no way for you to take them back as you wait for his response. the end of his cigarette illuminates as he takes another hit, eyes forward now. he didn’t dare make eye contact, too afraid of the nonsense that would boil over if he did.

“it’s not.. it’s not like that-”

“then enlighten me, matty.”

matty looks at you, finally, pensive as if waiting for you to go on, “i don’t understand.”

“why did you invite me here?”

“i think it’s pretty obvious?” an awkward laugh falls from his lips.

“god, i’m so fucking dumb,” you groan and run a hand over your face, wishing the earth would just swallow you whole, “i’ve been here waiting for a sign that maybe just maybe things were changing and i didn’t waste years of my life pining after a man who doesn’t care about me but instead sees me as an opportunity to get laid when his long line of women runs dry.”

“that’s bullshit! you were off doing the same things i was-”

“yeah, but i stopped because i…”

“you what?”

“i fell in love with you,” you confess.

you watch as his mouth bobs up and down. the air feels as if it’s been sucked out of your lungs, yet again, and you so badly want to just take back everything you said, beginning with your inquisition and your later revelation to him. you’re not sure if you even want him to say anything at this point, knowing that whatever he says is not going to help you lick the self-inflicted wounds or heal the mess you’ve so brilliantly perpetrated.

there’s an utterance of your name as he tosses aside the ember of his cigarette. you shake your head though, don’t want to hear what he has to say. the moment has come and gone, fleeting like a flash of lightning before a clap of thunder. he steps towards you, hands shifting as he wonders if he should touch you or just keep them to himself. he chooses the latter and you have to swallow down the tears as they sting at the corners of your eyes. you’re not about to give him the satisfaction.

“you don’t have to say anything,” your voice permeates the thickened air. his eyes search yours relentlessly, but you remain stoic in how you speak. “but if it isn’t obvious. this,” you gesture between the two of you, “i can’t do it anymore. at least not like it was before. and i’m not about to push you into something you’re not ready for. so, i’ve decided to just take myself out of the equation.”

“well that’s hardly fair,” he scoffs, his voice laced with his own thick emotion.

“i need to do this for me, though.”

“if you just give me some time-”

“matty, i can’t. if it’s taking you this long to even remotely have a response towards me telling you how i feel then it’s not going to happen and we both just need to move on.”

“but,” he swallows, “i want you to stay.”

“i can’t, not like this.”

“you knew what this was when we started, so i don’t know why you’re getting like this. can’t we just forget this happened? i won’t see her again if that makes you feel any better,” matty’s eyes are red and bloodshot and you watch as he blinks a few times as if to ward off tears.

“you can’t treat me one way behind closed doors, telling me you’re mine and kissing me like that and filling my head up with this faithless love and then make it out to be like none of that has ever happened.”

“that’s how it’s always been!”

“why can’t you just face the fact that things have been different between us?”

matty looks down at his shoes, “i didn’t notice that…”

“that’s bullshit, matty.” you cry out.

“i don’t want you to leave. not like this.”

“then give me a reason to stay. tell me that it’s not just in my head, that you feel what i feel, and that i’m not just imagining it all,” you plead, “tell me you want me the way i want you.”

matty stays silent for a minute or two, you’ve stopped counting. instead you’re holding your breath to put off crying, trying to will some kind of higher being to reverse the clock. you feel your grip on the upper hand begin to slide when his eyes meet yours again. he utters your name, begging with you. but it’s too late, you’re exasperated and tired of the back and forth and on and off and hot and cold. you just want to hear him say it. you’ve never had to ask him before, but your assumptions have left you feeling empty and slighted.

the second utterance of your name is all the confirmation you need. your eyes are stinging and you just shake your head at him, but he keeps speaking anyway. you wish you could stop listening, stop falling into his trap.

“i do want you. always," he steps towards you somberly, hands outstretched.

“you know that’s not what i mean,” you whisper in fear of what your voice would sound like even a decibel louder. you’ve lit the candle from both ends, enjoying the feeling of claiming him as your own and having him around without the vindication that he feels the same way. and now you’re left with the ashes of what was, forced to clean up the mess that’s left behind and hopefully clean up yourself as well. for years, you’ve put him first, let his entire being consume you whole, and paint you a shade of blue. but it was all a hoax, a game constructed by the man who stood before you so he could have his cake and eat it, too.

that seems to be enough for him to drop your hand. you hadn’t even realized he picked it up. and that’s the worst part of it all, you think, is he’s letting you go now without so much of a fight. the war is over, a winless fight, and as the dust settles all you can think about is how you’ve never once gotten the clarification.

you never asked him if he was yours because you never had to. but in hindsight, maybe you should have.

#hey :) #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfic #matty healy smut #matty healy angst #my writing. #taylor!verse #✏️ - matty.

[pistolenprinz]

RDR2 CHARACTERS AS THE MAJOR ARCANA (PT. 1 OF MANY)

I've been really digging tarot lately, and finding a lot of comfort/joy indulging in the universe's energies, so I figured I would try my hand at assigning each of the main gang (with some exceptions) to one of the major arcana, as well as giving my personal interpretations of how it fits. Note: For this post, I've dipped into my own deck (Raven Rogue's Tarotorial), and will be pulling the imagery-specific elements from them. I will cite things as such "Insert text here [Source Name]." Regardless, the actual applications to the plotlines and characters is my own and is my opinion. To cut down on the length of these posts, I've privately paired up gang members that I either think provide a good foil for one another, or those that I just think pair well in terms of discussion. This section will be copy-pasted across all the posts in this series for sake of clarity.

ARTHUR MORGAN - THE HANGED MAN

The Hanged Man suggests ultimate surrender or suspension in time. Depicting a person hanging upside-down by their foot from the living world tree, the person is hanging by their own free will [Tarotorial; Card Imagery].

There are two choices that Arthur can make in the grand scheme of things: Try to right his wrongs, or lean into them and make them the problems of those around him. His loyalty to the Van der Linde gang is unquestionable, but it is what he chooses to do with that loyalty, and his power as one of the longest-standing members, that is important to his narrative. He can be a force for good, call out the harm his compatriots cause to themselves and those around him. He can also turn an eye to it all, and do solely what he needs to survive. To let his own greed fester and overcome him. Regardless of what ending is chosen, or what route Arthur takes (as that is something up to the player, at the end of the day), he undergoes a metamorphosis of undeniable measure. What it is he sacrifices, be it his morality or himself, it is something that others will not understand (the who seemingly shifting with the path chosen), and it is ultimately a path that he walks alone. A path that, at times, he expresses feels like he is either walking backward, or simply standing on as the world passes him by. He is the only one responsible for his actions, as we all are at the end of the day.

CHARLES SMITH - JUSTICE

The Justice card represents the cause and effects of action. Justice sits in a chair holding scales in their left hand, which implies intuition balancing logic. In their right hand is a double-edged sword, which is a symbol of impartiality [Tarotorial; Card Imagery].

Charles, to me, is such a push and pull character. One that is always seeking to do the right thing, all the while trying to balance the needs of the gang versus what he considers to be moral. He's newer to the gang, which only adds to the internal conflict and propels him toward someone like Arthur, as not only is Arthur a founding member, but he shares a similar moral scale to him usually (certain player actions aside). He, like Arthur, does try to be impartial. Likewise, he tries to see the best in the circumstances at hand, but like all scales, there are times when his morality outweighs that impartiality. The buffalo poachers, interactions with the Wapiti, choosing to side with Arthur in the end as he sees how selfishly motivated Dutch and Micah are, etc. He, like Justice, does sit in the background (at least in comparison to some of the others, on account of him being newer to the group's dynamic), but it is ultimately him who helps set the conclusion in motion. He makes a decision, weighing the pros and cons and trying to minimize the harm done to those he feels close with, and he sees it through.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #charles smith #headcanon #characters as major arcana

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Trimax Thoughts Vol. 12 Pt. 3

[ID: A panel from Trigun Maximum Volume 12. Knives is shown with eyes narrowed and a slight smile as he asks "What's your name?" End ID.]

"What's your name?" A name is an identifier, and to ask for it is to acknowledge an individual's identity.

We see this with Vash and his strong memory for the names of all the people from his Home. But interestingly, even with this memory for individuals, and the way Vash clearly never forgets a single person who has impacted him, he very rarely calls people by name, and this goes doubly the closer he is to them. Meryl and Milly are just "the insurance girls" most of the time. Wolfwood was referred to by Nicholas only once (though to be fair, this may just be typical use of a surname). I need to go back and check when I have more energy but I'm pretty sure the only name Vash uses with any regularity is Rem's. Vash loves them, but he won't stick around, nor will he use their names. Maybe if he doesn't use them... he can avoid getting too attached. (Mission failed...)

But it's more than that. Vash's guilt and desire to keep people safe prevents attachment that's true... but so does his philosophy. By necessity, Vash has to refuse to prioritize anyone's life over another's. Getting attached, becoming close enough to want to do anything to protect that person... Vash can't have that, because Vash knows himself well. He is far from impartial. We all remember his "diablo" moment at the beginning of the manga, and his outright murderous anger towards Knives over Rem and July - and that's still with him distanced. Here's his reactions to Wolfwood being in danger in Volume 10, after Vash realized both how much he meant to him and that he was dying:

[ID: Two screenshots from Trigun Maximum Volume 10. In the first, Vash's face is shadowed before he whirls around to show his eyes - wide and pale and furious. His face is shaded with dark lines for dramatic emphasis. In the second, Vash shoves two men onto the ground by the barrels of his two guns. He is hunched over them, again, furious. His face is shadowed completely. End ID.]

To love someone in a personal way is to prioritize them. It is that prioritization that could lead someone to kill another. Vash cannot have that, yet another reason why he self-imposes that distance from people.

You can't be impartial about others' lives... if some are more important to you than others.

Knives meanwhile uses Legato's name a lot! Legato, or Bluesummers, but either way, he is using his name. And I really think that Knives cares (?) in some way for Legato. He asked Elendira for Legato to be brought back instead of killed. Kind of just lets Legato do what he wants (except kill Vash, obviously). He entrusts him to keep hold of Vash for months on end. Legato doesn't have a number like the rest of Knives' followers; just a name!!! I feel certain that Knives used to share a lot more with Legato before Fifth Moon - Legato seems shocked that Knives would withhold info from him, and he knew Rem's name! There was clearly some point of understanding between them at the moment of their meeting. At the very least, Knives appreciates Legato far more than he lets on.

...And he will never let on. Knives treats Legato cruelly... probably because if he were to treat him on fairer terms, it would be a compromise to his principle that "all humans are bad and need to die", that the time for communication is over, that there is no "making friends" anymore. Knives cannot treat Legato with respect.

You can't push the narrative that an entire group is irredeemable and beneath you... if you've grown attached to one of them.

Knives uses names but treats the people as inferior. Vash treats people with respect but rarely uses names and distances himself. Both of them are severely hampered by their strict ideologies that they will not waver from - which guarantees their loneliness will never end.

Vash is doomed to lose everyone he cares for without ever giving himself the chance to love them, or them to love him. Knives is doomed to lose all his connections, past or possible future, and exist as an eternal lonely child who will never make all those friends he once craved. All because neither of them can afford to back down.

And now they really are gearing up to lose each other, for good this time. Both of them, doomed to lose, right from the start.

There are really no victors in a fight like this.

#storyrambles #please show up in the tags please show up in the tags #trigun #trimax #trigunbookclub #trigun meta #millions knives #vash the stampede #the inherent tragedy of your biggest enemy being your own twin sibling... #call me ace detective the way i am ace. and also a detective.

[onlyyours2love]

How “A Tale of Two Sisters” (Tangled the Series) and “Promise” (She-Ra) are literally the same episode

¡¡¡SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

I literally made this post on Twitter but it got no traction and I was looking to get a discussion going but I will just repeat what I said there and paste it here because I can’t get over this

Angry Lesbians = Cassandra & Catra

Team Blondie = Adora & Rapunzel

Parallel #1: Close Proximity

It’s funny how the premise of both episodes is that the sworn rivals (lovers) are put in a position in which they are stuck and cannot find an exit. In TTS, Cassunzel is stuck in a cave with poisonous gas and Catradora is trapped in that weird chamber thingy with the First Ones tech.

Parallel #2: Dangerous Setting

Additionally not only are they trapped together, but they are trapped specifically in a dangerous environment that is hostile impartially to both parties which leads onto my next point...

Parallel #3: Enemy x Enemy Teamwork

Literally the designated Angry Lesbians (Catra & Cass) hate their counterparts' guts. They literally wanna kill them,

In fact, the reason why in both of these cases they ended up in that very same dangerous setting was because the designated angry lesbians decided to attack Team Blondie (Adora & Rapunzel) and got them stuck there IN THE FIRST PLACE !!!! ARGGHH !!

And now since they're stuck in a hostile environment that is way too distracting to kill Team Blondie -& that also threatens their lives as well- they're forced to put a pin on that whole "i need to kill my wife" plan so that they themselves don't die, which forces them to ✨work together✨

Parallel #4: Facing the Past Pt. 1

This teamwork leads both parties to reminisce about their ex friendship. It’s actually funny to notice that these two share the same trope (aka friends to enemies to lovers [ok I know Cassunzel isn’t canon but the lesbians ship them idc]) AND since these two both have a past of being friends earlier in life they both get back into that groove that they easily slip back into while they’re trying to survive.

ie. Rapunzel and Cass reminiscing the memories they made during the trip to the dark kingdom & Catra and Adora just goofing around during that chamber after a while

Parallel #5 villain/hero enemies to lovers dynamic

This kinda goes hand in hand with Parallel #4

The designated Angry Lesbians (who are also the show’s labeled villains) are in constant turmoil about the way they feel about Team Blondie and its fucking hilarious because they’re so down bad for Team Blondie & you get these moments where they’re softening slowly throughout the episode // meanwhile Team Blondie (the show’s designated heroes) are just trying the whole time to get through their girlfriends and realize that they’re on the wrong side

AND THIS RESULTS IN A LOT OF GAY RIVAL TENSION MOMENTS !!!!

Parallel #6: Facing the past Pt. 2 + Resentment

This one is super important because it really brings perspective to the rivalry and the motives behind why Cassandra and Catra are doing what they are doing and brings a depth and complexity to both Cassunzel and Catradora.

Facing the past also includes looking back into childhood memories and learning about a specific mother figure and the way this mother figure shaped the entire view in which they see themselves- whether it’s conscious or unconscious.

For Catra and Adora, it meant exploring Catra’s relationship with Shadow Weaver and how that influenced her own self worth during childhood and how she was always outshined by Adora, who was able to gain Shadow Weaver’s affections with ease thanks to her specialness as she’s a First One’s decendant.

For Cassandra and Rapunzel, it meant realizing that Gothel was a selfish person who never really loved either of them, and that Gothel only chose Rapunzel (and consequently, abandon Cassandra) for her magic hair. That is until Cassandra finds the broken mirror that shows Gothels apparent “love” for Cass.

Parallel #7: the mother figures that traumatized our angry lesbians

This also kinda goes hand in hand with parallel #5 because these two women are the very root of why our angry lesbians are traumatized and on the ‘evil side’ of the story.

These women created all the insecurities that our angry lesbians cling onto & project onto Team Blondie by making them feel as if they were not enough or loved & made them feel inferior to their counterparts

In Catra’s case, it was shadow weaver

For Cassandra, it was Gothel

It was both of these women who actively made the decision to choose Adora/Rapunzel due to being “special” & treated Cass/Catra like shit

Parallel #8: The end + presumed death

this one makes me SCREAM

At the end of both episodes SOMETHING -and by something I mean a childhood memory is triggered- that makes the angry lesbians lash out and any hope that they return to the good side just vanishes.

Also they both leave Team Blondie out to die and walk away thinking they killed them.

But ofc team blondie never dies.

I kept obsessing over this and thank god for tumblr for having unlimited character count because I could’ve not made my point thoroughly on twitter

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

#she ra #tangled the series #catradora #adora x catra #catra shera #adora shera #adora #cassunzel #rapunzel #cassandra tangled #wlw #a tale of two sisters #enemies to lovers #friends to enemies to lovers #tts fandom #she ra netflix #she ra adora

[oceanbaby888]

Ceres: BITCH IM A MOTHA!!! Pt. 2 🍂👩‍👧✨

I am not a professional astrologer. I like to study astrology and give my astrological observations. Do not steal my work. This is the work of TarotLadyTalks LLC.

Welcome back to Pt 2 of the Ceres series! Check out my recent pick a card: "How to Maximize Your Potential" on TarotLadyTalks on Youtube!

Libra:

This native likes to be nurtured by being given nice material items and being included. Knowing that their people pour into the native just as the Libra Ceres native pours into their loved ones is a tremendous source of love and nurturance. 

It may be best if this native heals from loss by being surrounded by their loved ones. They may even use others as an escape of this loss, but they need a good support system during their time in the valley.

This native nurtures & loves on their loved ones through continual work towards achieving harmony and peace in their interpersonal relationships. Love hearing their loved ones out. Helping them out when needed. Loves to keep the balance in the dynamic. Yet this can quickly turn into people pleasing if they do not notice that their loved ones are supposed to do the same for them as well, so be careful of that.

This native loves to be apart of the community and helps the community progress forward. The native shows service to their community by being a force of balance and impartiality. There are no sides but the side that will advance the community as a whole. They appreciate it when their ideas are listened to.

This native as a parent may be conscious on how to connect with their children and make sure the dynamic between them and their children is fair and balanced, and will teach their children about diplomacy, negotiation, and fairness. But be sure that you are not giving the impression to your child that their needs are not as important (this includes you as well Libra Ceres) when teaching them these concepts.

Also, sometimes the impartiality portion of making sure the dynamic is fair and balanced can come at a cost of the emotional portion of parenthood. Emotions don't have to always be sorted out, sometimes it is just meant to be felt and processed.

Scorpio:

This native may need a lot of nurture, but it can be hard to accept at times. This native may have had an intense relationship with their mother (esp if it aspects the moon), but don't take this in the negative sense. The native's mom may have been quite controlling or tried to be so codependent on this native. Or conversely this native may have had a mother who was so intense in protecting and loving them that nothing was of limits of her love to the native, which still could have been tumultuous at times.

This native may have a cautious and dominating view of parenthood. This native needs to be conscious of the fact they are not hindering their children. We know you want to keep them safe, but they also have to learn as independent thinkers themselves. This may be a result of the dynamic with the mother figure.

This native may used to dealing with loss (as Pluto does represent destruction) but is also good at processing these emotions at a deep level while having enough willpower to know that this will not break them. These are some strong natives, but remember yall deserve soft love too.

They may heal from loss through acts of revenge (lol im kidding). But this native may heal their loss through spiritual means and planning their next move. This native may also cut away what is holding them down as a way to heal.

This native can be extremely powerful and abundant (especially if in aspect to Jupiter or Pluto) as the Underworld where Hades resides is filled with hidden, buried treasures. This native needs to know though that this kind of abundance is a double edged sword. As a Pluto ruled Ceres the native may attract so much power with their abundance, or even have an abundance of power. Yet, Pluto is also a scandalous energy. As long as you're doing right Scorpio Ceres, you have nothing to worry about.

This native may like to be alone most times, so as far as a community this native will be apart of a community that they truly hold dear to them and they can relate to. I can even see this native as extremely protective of their community members as well.

This native needs depth when it comes to how they want to be loved and cared for. Again, it can be hard to accept sometimes for them since this kind of Ceres placement is tumultuous thanks to Pluto. But this placements appreciates someone who cares for them deeply and will stick their neck out for them. It's also in the little things you do for this native.

It is because this native loves and cares for others this way. There is no end to how far a Scorpio native will protect and love their people. This is definitely a loyal, fierce nurturance. The native may not always strike like Aries Ceres, but this native watches who hurts their loved ones and moves accordingly.

This native will not mind using their dark side if that means to protect the ones they love. They know how terrible and deceptive people can be. Better safe than sorry. Yet, be careful about that Scorpio Ceres. You don't want that to backfire on you.

This native has a routine that serves their spiritual hygiene as well. There has to be a purpose to their routine. This native doesn't like to have a shallow routine that serves them nothing but just satisfying the senses (that is their opposite, Taurus Ceres). This can also apply to the food they eat as well.

Sagittarius:

A Sagittarius Ceres shows love and caring through their abyss of generosity. This is an individual who isn't afraid to love and give love to their people, and even their community. They're so honest about their love as well.  Sagittarius are frank. There is no need to give love and care to someone they don't want to. 

This native can be a community leader. Their thoughts and ideas can have a motherly expression to them, and people may lean towards this native for guidance. Almost like a teacher.

This native can be extremely abundant, but also wasteful if they are too optimistic about their abundance. 

This native likes to be nurtured in a way that the people around them love them dearly, but not at the cost of their freedom. This native are compatible with people who are generous and easygoing. This native does not like harshness. They don't like others who will try to tell them how to love, care, and nurture. They do not like possessiveness neither.

They also liked to be nurtured in a way they have the freedom to express themselves without being harshly criticized. This doesn't mean they should be around people who will not hold them accountable, but this native is not an extremely "tough love" type.

This native may lean to their faith in times of loss. This native may recover better from loss when they analyze it from a philosophical, theological perspective. If there is something to be learned from tragedy, then that could be the gain.

This native is a good example of what it means to give phila love to their community. They are open-minded and accepting, no matter a person's background. This native is abundant with their nurturance.

This native teaches others that there is always an opportunity. Always something to learn. This native teaches others to explore the world other there. You will strengthen your own belief of love and nurturance when you compare it to the world outside of your local place/culture.

This native may be the kind of parent who is easygoing with their children. Also will be a frank parent and more open to listening their child's opinions. They may be highly involved in their child's education, faith, and travel plans.

This native may have a free flowing routine. They also may enjoy eating foods that their local place/culture are not used to eating or seeing.

Capricorn:

This native may be the tough love type. Yet, it is not to hurt their loved ones, but to prepare them for a cold world. This native may have also had a cold relationship with their mother. This also may be their view of parenthood.

Speaking of parenthood, this native may be the parent who will teach their children discipline and the art of doing things the right way, no matter how long it takes.

This native teaches their loved ones independence and the value of hard work and patience. Reaching the mountaintop takes work.

This native will be highly respected in their community for the proper, prestigious, and practical way they support others. This native will not even waste their time on a community they feel like won't benefit or listen to their advice.

This native likes to be nurtured in a way they know you are a stable, dependable force in their life. This native may have struggle with coming into their feminine energy of being receptive. This native likes knowing that someone can provide for them like Capricorn Ceres tries to provide for others.

This native may not be a stranger to loss as Saturn likes to block. Yet, this native heals from this loss by rebuilding again and perseverance. At the end of the day, life may be tough, but Saturn is tougher.

They may heal from loss by understanding that this too shall pass, and focus on building their material achievements, planning their next step, and simply moving forward. Make sure you do emotionally process this pain Capricorn Ceres. You don't want that emotional baggage to hinder you spiritually or emotionally.

This native is a patient individual, even though they hold their loved ones accountable. Again, this native will not waste time on people who they don't think will listen and benefit. If a Capricorn Ceres is hard but patient with you, chances are they do care, a lot. And will not give up on you easily.

This native likes strictness in their routine. There is a system. These people are goal oriented and this native likes to build themselves for a better position.

Aquarius:

This native will support their loved ones in their aspirations. This native is a free, progressive thinker and accepting.

This is also how the native likes to be loved and nurtured. Uranus is eccentric and vulnerable to criticism for being unconventional. So for Aquarius Ceres to have a community that is accepting of them just as they are accepting of others, Aquarius Ceres loves that. Aquarius Ceres also feels nurtured when they have loved ones that will also support their ideas and support them when Aquarius Ceres acts on these ideas, as Aquarius energy loves to implement change.

 May be hard to tap into feminine energy as this native likes to wake up and get up and get things done. It is hard to keep an Aquarius Ceres down when it comes to the things they want to see get done.

Dealing with loss may not be uncommon to the Aquarius Ceres as Uranus is the planet of severance and the unexpected. Yet, this only fuels them into what needs to happen for a better world to be made.

An Aquarius Ceres may heal from loss by going into hermit mode for a bit. They also may play video games, or indulge in their hobbies while processing their losses.

Their version of love may not necessarily be motherly, but more like a friend. I feel like the Aquarius Ceres is the best example of phila love because they are so accepting of people of different backgrounds and values freedom and a community where all of us can be under one roof. Yet, this could be at the cost of emotional intimacy.

This native may be the kind of parent that is easygoing with their child, but a bit detached emotionally. Make sure your child is getting the emotional support they need.

They teach their loved ones that love is the source of fighting for change. Wanting to see things better not just for the people they love, but for anyone who may be in a similar situation. This native has a utopian view on love and nurturance.

This native may have to be more diligent with their food as Uranus is the planet of the unexpected. Make sure you are aware of all allergies and food intolerances.

This native's routine may be free flowing and likes to include the people they love most.

Pisces:

This native has no end when it comes to their love and emotional availability. There is almost like an endless pit of love for this native's loved ones.

This native is very present in their community if this community is loving and kind as them and defend the people others will not. Pisces Ceres will speak and care for the people others have turned their back on.

They teach others that love comes from the heart and intuition. Sometimes we don't know why we love, but we are human, and love is either our superpower or our detriment.

This native likes to be nurtured in a way that they receive the same amount of kindness and unconditional compassion as give others. This native also does not like tough love or harshness. They prefer gentle correction. They also love a romantic kind of love. Romantic meaning it doesn't matter if the world thinks it is good or not, they want to feel love to the highest expression.

This native may be the kind of parent that will be very loving and easy on their child, but they must be careful . While it is good their child is getting the emotional love they need, Pisces Ceres needs to be careful of enabling bad behavior.

This native may have a carefree routine. They like to do things based on intuitive pull. Their routine also must be spiritually fulfilling.

The way they love and nurture others could be also tied to their faith as well (as both the traditional and modern ruler of Pisces: Jupiter & Neptune) are tied to spirituality and forgiveness 

This native may not deal with loss well. Coping & coming to terms with loss can cause a deep, emotional scar. But they are strong enough to know that loss will not stop them from loving,  caring, and protecting. The Pisces Ceres may heal from loss by crying it out, then followed by journaling, volunteer work, or prayer. Since this is a Neptune ruled Ceres, this native may also indulge in mind-altering substances, but this is not recommended.

Thank you for reading! See you later!

-Claude ♥️🍂✨

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[lewisinho]

felipe massa and the championship that got away: an analysis

prompted mostly by massa pissing me off so bad with his campaign of misinformation (like bro sue the weather while you’re at it); this involved rewatching absolute disasterclasses and a few snoozefests during my free wednesday (the weather was terrible as well so took the time to refresh my memory on some of the less memorable 2008 races and compile this mess) and my eyes were bleeding so please show some love

ok, so on a more serious note, he wasn’t absolutely dreadful (apart from in the wet); my biggest issue is that we probably don’t know just how good that 2008 ferrari really was; in the hands of someone with much better quali/race pace it could probably have dominated much more strongly; i think his performance was quite average considering the potential the car had; he had some brilliant weekends as well, but i think they are quite significantly overshadowed by the dreadful ones; then again, 2008 wasn’t lewis’ best season either, and this analysis isn’t really to compare the two, it’s mostly to showcase that massa’s assertion of it being a ‘perfect’ championship isn’t quite true…is all this necessary? ofc not, but i’m going to have some fun with it anyhow; 

i also made this because the concept of ‘deserving’ something is one i deeply deeply despise in sport; the only thing you can bring to the table with such discourse is your own subjective opinion; you win or you don’t, end of; you can, of course, be robbed of something when a rule is indeed broken, but the concept of ‘deserving a championship due to how you performed over the course of a season’ is frankly stupid; and do i think massa was robbed? no. he can’t prove that crashgate was the very thing that cost him the championship because it conveniently ignores everything else that happens afterwards. there’s a clear break in the chain of causation. he neither ‘deserves’ it in my opinion, nor was he robbed of it and i also don’t like the historical revisionism he’s campaigning for either so here’s a full rundown of felipe massa’s season (i tried to be as impartial as i could in this):

top 2 in the driver’s standings (included only for the sake of completeness, please don’t cite toto’s 'wikipedia statistics' quote at me):

some background information:

the 2008 championship comes right after the spygate shitshow of the previous season; fernando alonso leaves mclaren for renault after one year; heikki kovalainen replaces him to drive alongside lewis hamilton at mclaren; felipe massa and kimi raikkonen (the reigning world champion) are teammates at ferrari (kimi’s 2008 season is also interesting to revisit considering the internal ferrari politics at play but i’ll save it for a different time); it's an eighteen race season, and for this season traction control has been banned! (it's important to mention considering the ban had been brought up several times over the season as a reason to explain some of felipe's performances considering he had never driven a formula one car without traction control before);

moreover, the fia’s decision-making this season was questionable to say the least; this is obviously not felipe's fault ofc, but there were a few decisions which he had certainly benefited from at lewis’ expense (spa comes to mind…);

2008 scoring system quick refresher: p1: 10 points, p2: 8 pts, p3: 6 pts; scoring only up to eighth place;

for the race results i will only include the top 3 as well as lewis if he finishes off the podium; for the championship standings i will include the top 3 in the championship as they were after every race (+ HAM/MAS/RAI if they were outside) and on how many points they were after every race;

australian gp (0 points, dnf)

bit of an embarrassing start tbh…massa qualifies p4 but spins in the first corner of the first lap all on his own and hits the barrier; he manages to get back into the pits though and get a front wing change; however, on lap 26 he collides with DC when trying to overtake him; DC retires, but massa continues only to retire from an engine failure a few laps later; pretty shit start to the season

race result: lewis hamilton p1, nick heidfeld p2, nico rosberg p3 (the infamous brocedes podium btw)

malaysian gp (0 points, dnf)

much better qualifying, ferrari clearly has pace as massa qualifies on pole, with raikkonen in p2; however on lap 31 felipe spins off and gets trapped in the gravel; this race was a masterclass from kimi btw, he won by nearly twenty seconds from kubica in p2; also before massa crashed, kimi also managed to get ahead of felipe in the first round of pit stops after pitting a lap after felipe by producing a brilliant in-lap

race result: kimi raikkonen p1, robert kubica p2, heikki kovalainen p3 (lewis p5- qualifying penalty for impeding drivers in quali and had started p8 + slow pitstop by mclaren in the race)

championship standings: HAM (14 points), RAI (11), HEI (11) + MAS (0)

bahrain gp (10 points, p1)

it’s kubica on pole (who i also need to mention because he arguably was the best driver of the 2008 season) and massa starts p2; felipe overtakes kubica in the first corner and then maintains the lead for the rest of the race; very good performance for him and good bounce-back from the first two races

race result: felipe massa p1, kimi raikkonen p2, robert kubica p3 (lewis p13- bit of a disaterclass from him this time around, as he went into anti-stall at the start due to going into a wrong engine mode and dropped positions; he then drives right into the back of fernando’s renault and had to get a nose change, dropping him to p18)

championship: RAI (19), HEI (16), HAM (14) + MAS (10)

spanish gp (8 points, p2)

ferrari are dominating the past few races and the same happens in spain; kimi pole, felipe p3; massa overtakes alonso at the start and it's a ferrari 1-2 procession to the end basically; the race was basically sorted with the overtakes made at the start; also a literal snoozefest;

race result: kimi raikkonen p1, felipe massa p2, lewis hamilton p3

championship: RAI (19), HAM (20), KUB (19) + MAS p4 (18)

turkish gp (10 points, p1)

actually a pretty good race from massa; starts on pole and wins the race; lewis comes in second, executing a three-stopper (arguably this strategy cost mclaren the chance of fighting for the win but they were worried about tyres…still i think, a bit on the conservative side from mclaren in terms of strategy and considering lewis’ amazing pace relative to massa bit of a missed opportunity)

race result: felipe massa p1, lewis hamilton p2, kimi raikkonen p3

championship: RAI (35), MAS (28), HAM (28)

monaco gp (6 points, p3)

wet monaco and absolute chaos! (great race to rewatch btw); massa qualified on pole, but then lost the lead because of a mistake in the wet; lewis wins, and also brilliant race by kubica;

race result: lewis hamilton p1, robert kubica p2, felipe massa p3

championship: HAM (38), RAI (35), MAS (34)

canadian gp (4 points, p5)

massa qualifies p6, ferrari fuel rig problem in the pit lane meant he dropped down to p17; he fights back to p5; and because hamilton crashed into raikkonen in the pit lane, he managed to outscore the both of them that weekend; also robert wins! relative to the others, a pretty good weekend for massa;

race result: robert kubica p1, nick heidfeld p2, david coulthard p3 (every time i remember DC raced in 2008 it’s like a shock to my system)

championship: KUB (42), MAS (38), HAM (38) + RAI, p4 (35)

french gp (10 points, p1)

again, ferrari are pretty much dominating in quali; kimi takes pole, felipe p2; it was kimi’s race to win and he was comfortably leading however he then had to slow down due to his car suffering from an exhaust pipe breaking and hence, loss of engine power; felipe therefore, inherits the lead and wins the race;

race result: felipe massa p1, kimi raikkonen p2, jarno trulli p3 (lewis- p10, he had to take a grid drop for the incident in the pitlane in canada when he ran into the back of kimi; in the race he has to serve a drive-through penalty for cutting a corner and gaining an advantage)

championship: MAS (48), KUB (46), RAI (43) + HAM, p4 (38)

british gp (0 points, p13)

eyeee think this race is best summarised with pictures? allow me:

an all-timer of a race, lewis hamilton masterclass;

race result: lewis hamilton p1, nick heidfeld p2, rubens barichello p3

championship: HAM (48), MAS (48), RAI (48)

german gp (6 points, p3)

massa qualified p2 alongside lewis; this is one of lewis’ best drives of the season i think; he was leading the race comfortably in the beginning stages, pulling away from felipe like crazy (he gained 1.8 sec in the first lap, had a 3.7 sec lead by lap 4, 11 sec by lap 18, clearly on a mission); mclaren don’t pit him under safety car when everyone else around him does, so he has eight laps to build a large gap before having to eventually pit himself; he does on lap 50 and overtakes massa and piquet jr for the win (some really nice overtakes btw); massa really just didn’t have the pace to compete;

race result: lewis hamilton p1, nelson piquet jr p2, felipe massa p3

championship: HAM (58), MAS (54), RAI (51)

hungarian gp (0 points, p17/dnf)

this one was bad luck because massa suffered an engine failure when leading the race; it would have probably been his best win of his career had he not dnf'ed- good overtake on lewis at the start

race result: heikki kovalainen p1, timo glock p2, kimi raikkonen p3 (lewis- p5, suffered a tyre puncture on lap 40; tbf the early seasons also show lewis is still learning about tyre management and that he’s still prone to overcooking his tyres making them vulnerable to punctures)

championship: HAM (62), RAI (57), MAS (54)

european gp (10 points, p1)

qualifies on pole and wins the race; he nearly manages to crash into sutil when released into the pit lane after his pit stop; the team is charged with 10,000 euros after the race but felipe keeps his win (it would be dealt with so differently these days lmao but can’t really blame him)

race result: felipe massa p1, lewis hamilton p2, robert kubica p3

championship: HAM (70), MAS (64), RAI (57)

belgian gp (10 points, p1)

this race still makes my blood boil; funnily enough felipe wins after not leading a single lap in this race! lewis gets handed a 25-second penalty by the stewards and gets demoted to p3; quick recap: lewis tried to pass kimi at the bus stop chicane, but he cut the corner and got into the lead; he allowed kimi to re-pass him because he gained an advantage by going off track; but smartly, he passes kimi again at la source; post-race he’s handed a penalty; mclaren then appeal and say that charlie whiting himself said that lewis had given the place back to kimi completely legally; thing is, charlie isn’t the stewards, who say that lewis didn’t give kimi enough of an advantage; it causes a bit of a storm in the media, niki lauda goes off and calls it the ‘worst judgment in the history of f1’; thing is, it's a really grey area, to some extent i can understand the stewards’ reasoning, but the severity of the punishment is absolutely ridiculous and also points to how inconsistent the fia is...handing him 25 seconds just doesn’t fit the crime at all; (also the last four laps are just pure drama in general! worth a watch);

(if i had a nickel for every time felipe massa got handed a lucky win in 2008, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird it happened twice)

race result: felipe massa p1, nick heidfeld p2, lewis hamilton p3

championship: HAM (76), MAS (74), KUB (58) + RAI, p4 (57)

italian gp (3 points, p6)

bit of a disasterclass, qualifies p6, finishes p6; but funnily enough, he still finished ahead of both kimi and lewis as the both of them were sent out on the wrong tyres in qualifying and only managed to qualify p14 and p15; btw beautiful overtakes by lewis (he finished p7- just one place behind felipe); also seb wins!

race result: sebastian vettel p1, keikki kovalainen p2, robert kubica p3

championship: HAM (78), MAS (77), KUB (64) + RAI, p4 (57)

singapore gp (0 points, p13)

crashgate! he gets pole (quite an impressive pole lap i must admit) and leads the race until piquet jr crashes, and felipe pits, ferrari release him too early and he drives off with the fuel hose still attached to his car…to that i say, maybe sue your pit crew as well 

race result: fernando alonso p1, nico rosberg p2, lewis hamilton p3

championship: HAM (84), MAS (77), KUB (64) + RAI, p4 (57)

japanese gp (2 points, p7)

now this one is a disasterclass on all fronts, but if you want drama i recommend watching it; felipe qualified p5; he managed to crash into hamilton and got himself a drive-through penalty; he also tangled with bourdais when attempting to overtake him on lap 50; bourdais was blamed for it and got a 25-second penalty after the race; thing is, i don’t see how it’s only bourdais’ fault tbh? massa squeezed bourdais as he attempted to pass him going into the first corner and bourdais couldn’t just disappear…anyway the decision to penalise bourdais was criticised a lot, also considering that penalising him went against charlie whiting’s pre-race direction that the car exiting the pit-lane has the right of way (which bourdais was); 

race result: fernando alonso p1, robert kubica p2, kimi raikkonen p3 (lewis hamilton- p12, bit of a disasterclass from him as well)

championship: HAM (84), MAS (79), KUB (72) + RAI, p4 (63)

chinese gp (8 points, p2)

qualifies p3, behind lewis and kimi; lewis comfortably leads the race and wins it fifteen seconds ahead of p2; massa finished second after raikkonen is instructed to let him through (ferrari team orders, bit of a deja vu)

race result: lewis hamilton p1, felipe massa p2, kimi raikkonen p3

championship: HAM (94), MAS (87), KUB (75) + RAI, p4 (69)

brazilian gp (10 points, p1)

ahead of the last race of the season, massa could still win the title if he wins the race and lewis finishes p6 or lower; massa did all he could: he got pole and won the race; mclaren opted for an incredibly conservative strategy in the race (they only needed to secure p5, and considering how they lost the title only the year before, it’s explicable): for e.g. waiting for a relatively long time to get lewis off the inters when it began to dry during the first part of the race; 

race result: felipe massa p1, fernando alonso p2, kimi raikkonen p3 (lewis- p5 and world champion!)

championship: HAM (98), MAS (97), RAI (75); shoutout to robert kubica who had an absolutely amazing season and who also finished on 75 points, but ended up p4 on countback.

hope this was somewhat informative :)

#lewis hamilton #felipe massa #2008 f1 world championship #f1 #crashgate

[radiopixelctive]

alright, uh,

i said i will try to draw some refs

and

yeah, i did

look

+ extra:

it took me a lot of time (a few hours) to draw all of these

i hope it doesn't look bad, otherwise i will die of embarrassment

#pizza tower au #pizza tower spice'd #Pierrot Mozzarella #Giovanni (pts) #Sam the hamster (pts) #Mr. Green (pts) #Fierrot (pts) #Neddy (pts) #Nelly (pts) #PurpleBell (pts) #The Impartial (pts) #SpiceGal (pts) #SpiceMiss (pts) #pts toppins #Egor the porcupine (pts) #George the janitor (pts) #John the pillar (pts)

[argentsunshine]

adding to persona but good au :

the interrogation room actually makes sense and the pt's actually stop being assholes to kechi and pay attention to him practically telling him whats happening to him/him silently begging for help (gee i wonder who else did that but became a pt. hmm...) in the gc conversations and everything..

you see i find this interesting because - compared to Akechi's behaviour - the Thieves are actually pretty chill to him, by which I mean that if futaba or haru just straight up killed him they'd still have the moral high ground compared to him. some of the Thieves have less good reasons for being openly antagonistic towards him, but none of them has a reason worse than "actively plotted to kill one of our best friends" so i think being a bit prickly is understandable. also, just on an interpersonal level, he's just kind of a dick a lot of the time, especially towards people he thinks are dumber than he is, which is most people.

it's also basically impossible that he would have accepted help in sae's palace, even if the Thieves had had all the pieces - he's so resistant to being helped that he tries to kill them all multiple times in the engine room. he's so deep into the sunk cost fallacy - he's dedicated years of his life to this plan, done things that he's clearly not comfortable with, and put so much power in Shido's hands that he has to follow through with it. he's so deep in the sunk cost fallacy that he doesn't even seem to consider that Shido might get rid of him first until that fact is literally pointing a cognitive gun in his face.

but i do think the question of how people treat akechi is interesting! on the level of questions that most people actually have to deal with, how do you treat someone who's clearly suffering in some way but has decided to make this your problem? on a more societal justice level, what do you do when someone with no access to justice within the system resorts to illegal means? if someone commits a crime can what they've done be evaluated separately from their upbringing? can justice be left in the hands of the people harmed or should it be impartial? what's the purpose of the justice system and what's the purpose of punishment? if someone in a vulnerable situation is manipulated into hurting someone, where does the blame lie? where do you draw the line?

also you could argue there's shades of misogyny in the fact that futaba and haru's pain is treated as ignorable because akechi is also suffering. i think it's interesting to examine it in terms of them being able to break the cycle where akechi won't let himself, and what that takes, mentally

now none of this is to say that i don't think people should like akechi or want better for him - i think actually moralising about people liking fictional murderers is boring, and if anyone rbs this from me going "and that's why akechi should die <3" will get blocked - i just think that as a character he raises a lot of interesting questions about. well. justice. and the way people view others. (i have a lot of thoughts about him and "unsympathetic" mental illness symptoms, because my own mental illness often presents in ways that make me hard to deal with, though obviously on a lesser scale) i keep getting worried someday someone's gonna put me in Nerd Jail for getting excessively... (waves hand at the previous paragraphs) about all this.

i mean at the end of the day do what you want and think what you want. i just think it's inherently more interesting to examine things

in conclusion:

#if you're wondering if you should unfollow me for being full of myself this is your cue

[lily-in-thevalley]

The Start of Something New Pt. 1

The start of a small story detailing your shared journey with Brian into starting your family (˶^ з^(〃‿〃♡)

TW’s: mild anxiety, mild insecurity

Important note: While writing this series, the reader/(y/n) was envisioned as AFAB/non-binary, so they’ll be referred to with primarily gender neutral pronouns and endearments as per their preference.

Blimey dears, it’s been quite a while since I’ve gotten myself to actually write anything due to a remarkably intense semester in uni. I hope to make this a small series I actually complete for myself and you all. Enjoy !!!

This wasn’t something new. In all honesty, the thought had first appeared to you many many years ago. Back when you and Brian were still children and growing up together. It was understood, between the two of you, that you longed to start a family together one day. Privately, it only truly hit you some random day in 1974.

It was before you and Brian had actually become an official couple, opting for “secret” kisses and obvious pining from not-so-afar. At the time, Queen were touring in Finland, and had been asked to attend a press conference for a few international papers and many local papers. Among the bustling writers and photographers was a young boy. You never learned his name, but he was truly sweet and had melted Brian and Freddie’s hearts particularly (John was getting ready to have his own child and thus was slightly nervous, and Roger seemed a tad impartial). This boy had asked several questions of Freddie, Roger, and John by the time he’d reached Brian and had seemed to run out of what might have been deemed professional questions. Much to Brian’s delight, that meant the more creative and unique questions were reserved for him. 

From your spot somewhere to the left of the band, you listened and watched Brian participate in his interview with the young boy. You watched and admired the way that his voice softened, and he grinned politely as more questions were prepared for him. Your heart picked up pace as he took each question to heart, seriously considering his answer for each one (“Chocolate penguins” being his favourite candy in particular made you smile). As Brian answered more questions, a thought floated into your mind quite suddenly.

I want him to care for my children…

Had you not been mostly secluded from the majority of the crowd, it would have been quite obvious how your cheeks went bright red. While it caused you to blush, the realization itself truly wasn’t too severe a surprise. You had, somewhere in the back of your mind, always desired this.

Just moments after your mind had started to wander into the intricacies of your revelation, Brian was excused from the press conference for a break and found you sitting by yourself. He waved a soft wave and sat next to you, offering you a sip from his bottle of water that you gladly accepted. 

“Are you alright back here love? It’s not become too overwhelming has it?” he spoke quietly, hoping to not worsen any sensory issue you may be having. In response, you shook your head slightly.

“Nothing like that no, I’m ok Bri. Was your interview ok?” At your question, Brian’s gentle smile returned.

“I’ve actually just had quite a lovely interview with a young lad. He had some of the best questions I’ve ever been asked, I'll tell you. Really getting into the important business.” His grin grew, radiantly expressing his fondness of the interview. Brian turned his head to look at you as you nudged his shoulder gently with your own.

“I saw…” you hesitated for a moment, deciding whether or not you should speak the entirety of your mind, “It was really cute to see you interacting with that kid.” 

Brian could tell you had more to say, and he gave you room to gather your thoughts and calm yourself if need be. Yet another two traits you loved and admired about your Brimi (a nickname he’d earned for his ever improving guitar skills and impressively curly mane). His unwavering support and patience through all of your little ticks and quirks, and his ability to read your subtle body language when it counted the most. After a few beats of silence, the words seemed to spill from you as they needed to.

“I want to have your babies Brian.” You could admit, rather readily in fact, that you hadn’t intended to confess such a thing so boldly. That was hardly the kind of communication pattern you and Brian had fallen into through recent years, making it a fight to bring yourself to look to Brian’s face. 

It wasn’t a look of horror or embarrassment on his face, not even pity or of being disturbed. He almost seemed… amused and relieved? As though he were stuck between wanting to laugh at how cute and sudden your exclamation was, and wanting to hug you until you passed out. He could see your head starting to overthink however, and opted for a light hug and running a hand softly through your hair. 

“Oh my angel,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he practically purred “I’m so glad you said that, I’m glad you feel the same way I do.” He quelled any possibility for your fickle mind to take what he said and twist it into something it wasn’t despite the minute waver in his own voice (stemming from nerves he sought to hide, not wanting to give your mind any chance to think he was bluffing). With a gentle kiss to your head, he looked down at you. “Can you tell me what you’re thinking?”

“I…Brimi I’m really embarrassed that I just yelled that out suddenly and I’m slightly overwhelmed with the knowledge that you might want that too and-” A pair of the softest lips cut you off from continuing your anxious train of thought. Ever so skillfully, Brian soothed your worries with the consistent and tender press of his lips against yours, a pressure that simultaneously kept you grounded in reality and made you feel like you were flying. Low and sweet, a purr rumbled in Brian’s chest as he felt you begin to calm and relax into the kiss.

With your heart light (and full of a love you dare not fully express), you pulled away slightly from your shared kiss. You made eye contact with Bri and watched the full body shiver that ran through him bring a light blush to his cheeks and a sheepish chuckle from his lips. A chuckle that you shared with him, feeling slightly light-headed with relief from the knowledge that Brian, too, hoped to start a family with you one day.

•«•«•«•

More recently, after celebrating your tenth anniversary with Brian and months of planning your wedding after his proposal that night (Freddie will never stop teasing the two of you for taking ten years to finally get engaged), you found yourself reading through one of the astronomy magazines that could be found lying about your home in bed. You and Brian practically shared everything these days, so it was no far stretch for you to read bits of his literature and for him to read bits of your literature. Taking a sip of your rapidly cooling tea, you noticed Brian standing in the doorway of your bedroom with his eyes set on you. From his posture, it was evident that there was a topic on his mind that would keep him awake if it wasn’t discussed as soon as possible. You set aside your magazine and made eye contact with him, causing Brian to shift slightly on his feet.

“Is something wrong, my love? Come sit with me.” You pulled the comforter up from his side of the bed and settled into the pillows, a combination of movements that you both knew meant it was time for a cuddle. Instantly there was a noticeable change in Brian’s posture and his evident anxiety seeped away as he crawled into bed next to you, shedding his clothes eagerly on the way. He found his place curled up against your side, feeling quite safe and comfortable despite the lingering questions on the tip of his tongue. 

“Now, what’s on your mind Bri? I can tell you need to talk,” you placed a little kiss to the top of his head and started working your fingers through his thick curls, an action that you knew he found comfort in “Whenever you’re ready sweetheart.”

“I think… I know…” he needed a moment, a feeling you truly understood “Now that we’re engaged and our wedding is next month…(y/n), I think it’s time we truly discussed having kids.”

#brian may x reader #brian may #brian harold may #self insert #brian may imagine #brianmayfanfic #eventual smut #slightly suggestive #canon x oc #I can write what I want so I will

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Justice Flowers :D!! (Pt 1)

+some history behind their meanings!

Liden - Justice (This was the flower mentioned in the video I saw earlier and wanted to look into this rabbit hole; In Romania + other Slavic countries; The linden was thought to be the link twixt life and death, it held a divine presence as well. In Germany, the linden trees would symbolized justice + often placed in town centers; People would settle disputes under said linden trees as it was believed no lie couldn't be told within its shade.) Black-Eyed Susan - Justice (The name of this flower is based off an old English poem by John Gay who wrote about a woman w this name + Using this flower to represent justice.) Columbine - The 5 petals are meant to symbolize the 5 doves of peace, (Justice, Mercy, Faith, Wisdom + Valor) (As mentioned above its unique symbolism is why but it also means determination, independence + courage which are all qualities tied to the pursuit of justice.) Iris - Clarity, Communication + Eloquence; In it's justice context: Ideal impartiality/balance in decision-making; Petals symbolize Faith, Valor + Wisdom (The Iris is commonly associated with the Greek goddess Iris; The messenger of the gods/goddess of the rainbow. The rainbow in Greek mythology was a path created by Iris that linked the world of mortals with the world of gods, hence the first 3 associations! This flower is a reminder justice that must be administered without bias/prejudice, represented by it's 3 petals as well. These values are rooted in truth and fairness but also a question of moral integrity).

#cyril.txt #language of flowers #floriography #ill post the other ones at different time bc im kinda tired of writing rn but ill make a post w/ all of them once i get all the parts up #not to mention this is kinda long

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burr pt. 3 my world is with my girls living on the dance floor

ive been watching dance moms and writing about burr someone open a gofundme for me pls (here's pt. 2)

The Burr-Hamilton Duel

After basically everything went wrong for Burr, he went independent, but still sought Federalist support (note the fact that he was never actually a Federalist).

Hamilton, meanwhile, was still actively planting candidates in elections to run against Burr, while spreading vicious rumors throughout their social circles and newspapers. He didn't really have a job in politics so he was just kind of. fucking shit up for everyone else.

Burr lost the gubernatorial election and blamed Hamilton, who referred to Burr as a "dangerous man, and who ought not to be trusted" at a dinner party.

Burr challenged Hamilton to a duel on June 27, 1804 that would occur on July 11. Hamilton was struck by Burr's bullet, succumbing to his wounds on July 12. I'll have more detail on the exact events of the duel in Hamilton's posts, but imma focus more on the aftermath here, because, obviously, Hamilton wasn't around for that.

Burr faced very significant backlash, the worst he had in his career thus far. He moved to the South to allow "public opinion" to "take its proper course" and to reunite with his daughter and grandson.

Burr was indicted in NY and New Jersey, but didn't stand trial in either. In Early November, he returned to the second session of the 8th Congress, which was very awkward.

“His presence to me is odious… Federalist appear to despise [him]...” -Senator Plumer, Nov. 7, 1804

Jefferson decided this was a good time to mend relations with Burr. According to an unnamed source because, again, my notes were horrible, Jefferson invited Burr to his house abnormally often, and Madison rode in a carriage with Burr to visit the French Minister. This was incredibly sus, but it gave Republicans a new respect for Burr, allegedly because of "their joy for the death of Hamilton" and also the recent Samuel Chase impeachment trial.

Chase's trial began on March 12, 1804, Burr presiding. (btw, if you're familiar with Hamilton's publius letters from 1778, this is the same guy who raised the price of flour so revolutionary troops were literally starving). The reason for Chase's impeachment was because he lacked self control and gave aggressive, radical Federalist speeches, so Republicans needed him gone, which made a lot of Republicans start to suck up to Burr. Burr, however, seemed to have lost major characteristics that made him appealing as a fair judge, being "uneasy, discontented, and hurried", so they were still cautious.

Though, that being said, Burr's conduct fluctuated. He still had his characteristic rigid discipline, conducting the proceedings "with the dignity and impartiality of an angel, but with the rigor of a devil."

"It must be acknowledged that Burr has displayed much ability, and since the first day I have seen nothing of partiality." -Senator Cutler

Burr occasionally intervened in the House, and posed questions when other interrogators fell short. He took careful notes. Senator Plumer complimented Burr's dignified manner, but was outraged by his conduct on January 2, 1805.

On January 2, Chase arrived to enter his pleas. Plumer overheard Burr order J. Mathers to remove a chair set aside for Chase, saying, "Let the Judge take care to find a seat for himself." Chase "moved that a seat be assigned him", and Mathers replaced the chair. Burr "in a very cold formal insolent manner replied he presumed the Court would not object to taking a seat." Burr refused to proved a table for Chase. Burr went on to repeatedly interrupt Chase, and Chase requested more time to answer, occasionally crying. I do not feel any pity for this man, I'm sorry.

Burr also was very picky about the clothes and food in the Senate. For example, he notified Chase's attorney "that he must not appear as counsel in his loose coat". By Februrary, Burr was "remarkably testy" and "in a rage because we do not sit longer". At the end of the February 12 meeting, Burr lectured the Senators on etiquette. I think these quotes are still from Plumer, but idk because I DIDNT WRITE IT DOWN

"Mr. Burr said he wished to inform the Senate of some irregularities... Others eat apples- & some eat cake in their seats... Pickering said he [did] eat an apple... Burr replied he did not mean him- he did not see him." "Wright said he did eat cake... he was faint- but he disturbed nobody- He never would submit to be schooled & catechized in this manner... Burr told Wright he was not in order- sit down... I left Wright & Burr scolding."

Overall, Burr lost his "easy grace" by the time he announced that Chase was deemed not guilty on March 1.

On February 13, 1805, Burr presided over the joint session of Congress, in which it was announced that Jefferson was reelected, and Clinton would be VP. Samuel Mitchell said that Burr performed this "painful duty [with] so much regularity and composure that you would not have seen the least deviation from his common manner or heard the smallest departure from his usual tone."

Burr left the Senate the day after the Chase trial and two days before Clinton took office. He gave a moving address on March 2, 1805 that was twenty minutes long. He closed the door aggressively on the way out, so he was definitely more pressed about it than he wanted to admit. He was indebted and forced into retirement

Treason? More like. not treason (*applause*)

I have an actual source for this part so here you go (it's not my best).

So the details on this aren't very clear, but essentially the gist is that Burr worked to raise a small army on the American frontier, but we don't really know why. Like he may have wanted to fight the Spanish, he might have wanted to make a new country where he was the all powerful emperor, and, if you're Thomas Jefferson, he might have been trying to colonize the United States. I think the first one is the most reasonable, but maybe that's just me.

The paper trail for this goes back to 1804 when Burr contacted British foreign minister, Anthony Merry, bringing up the idea that Louisiana and other territories might be willing to secede from the US, which is as suspicious as it sounds. Merry sent a dispatch to London documenting this, but the English never took Burr up on his offer, and this dispatch would be used as evidence later.

In 1805, Burr spent several months travelling the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers, scouting territory and recruiting supporters. Burr met with Harman Blennerhasset, who was a wealthy Irish immigrant who owned an island on the Ohio River. Burr continued down the Mississippi and gained more supporters, one of whom was General James Wilkinson.

Wilkinson was a very major figure in this. He was the highest ranking officer in the US military (a position that Hamilton and Washington both held before him). He had a reputation for duplicity, and it later came out that he was a paid agent for the Spanish. He had access to a bunch of vital resources (ie the entire US military), and could serve as an official cover for any military operations.

Burr made sure not to give all the details to his recruits, which ended up working in his favor. He also didn't give all the details to Andrew Jackson, who gave him him some boats to use, under the impression that it was for the US military.

Burr, of course, attracted significant amounts of attention, and rumors were already circulating back east when he returned in late 1805.

In August 1806, Burr went out to Blennerhassett's island, which he intended to use as a rallying point. He allegedly sent a coded letter to Wilkinson saying, "I have at length obtained funds, and have actually commenced."

Wilkson chickened out and snitched to Jefferson, who got super fucking pissed and issued a proclamation to crush the frontier plot and arrest it's leaders. In December 1808, militia groups raided the Blannerhassett outpost while Burr was on business, and many supporters abandoned the plan. Burr was taking some of his supporters to New Orleans when he found out about Wilkinson's betrayal in early 1807. He was captured in an attempt to flee near Mobile, Alabama in February, and was brought to Virginia to face trial. Jefferson was adamant that he be charged with treason.

United States v. Aaron Burr

The trial took place in 1807 in Richmond, Virginia, with Chief Justice John Marshall presiding. During the trial, witness accounts were muddled and contradictory, which made the prosecution's job difficult, but they still maintained that Burr was attempting to levy war against the US.

"He was the Alpha and Omega of this treasonable scheme, the very body and soul, the very life of this treason." -Alexander MacRae

(if anyone (im looking at you, richie) makes an abo joke about that quote, im quitting permanently and living in the woods for the rest of my life)

Burr's defense actually did really well, but its not that surprising since he only had two former attorneys general on his team so. The defense managed to prove that Wilkinson doctored the cipher letter, and argued that the definition of treason required evidence of an "overt act" from the accused. John Marshall ruled in favor of this interpretation, and the prosecution had basically nothing to go off of.

Burr had spoken about various illegal schemes, but since he hadn't been there for the Blennerhassett island ordeal, he could not be said to have participated in an "overt" act of treason, so the prosecution had no evidence. So, Burr was found not guilty of treason! yippee

One more post left for Burr. Let's see if I can get this all done in one day.

#aaron burr #history #amrev #thomas jefferson #alexander hamilton #hamilton burr duel #american history #founding fathers #american revolution #do it for richie 💪