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draw-a-circle-imagines · 2 years

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Allies + Axis with a sick s/o (it's always nice to see new heta imagines blogs !!)

I’d be more than happy to provide for you both so hopefully you don’t mind me combining your asks since they were similar! Also thank you so much for the warm welcome. It makes Mod Gil and I ecstatic to receive so many kind messages and greetings from you all. :D

Allies + Axis with a sick s/o (it's always nice to see new heta imagines blogs !!)

America

Despite lacking the ability to adequately look after England when he’s under the weather America would make sure that you’re in good hands with him there to take care of you.

Sure a lot of his tending to you would mostly be buying you whatever food you want and picking up any medication you’d need but he was still providing for you to the best of his abilities.

Along with getting you food he may just pop in with gift here and there, wanting to surprise you with little things he’d know would make you feel better.

Some of them aren’t exactly usable when you’re confined to your bed but at least you’d have a lot to look forward to.

That is if he doesn’t get sick by the time when you’re better. Which with America is highly likely given that he’ll kiss you even when he knows you’re unwell. Well at least he’s cute, right?

China

When it comes to helping someone get over an illness China’s an expert. He has plenty of remedies to soothe anything you’re afflicted with.

Have a runny nose? He’s got something for that. An itchy throat? Don’t you worry. Literally anything you need he’ll come running with a solution.

And while he may be a bit pushy he’d be sure to treat you to some great food too.

Sure he will still try to get you to try some foods that he claims will help you get better but if you’re a particularly picky eater he will give you whatever you want.

So long as he gets some praise for his cooking or your illness makes you act a little cute he’ll be happy to take care of you for as long as you need.

England

While he may argue that he does a far better job than France or America when it comes to taking care of other people, his performance is rather debatable.

Yes he can be a perfect gentleman and most certainly will provide for you but this also comes at the cost of him trying to make you food that will “help you get better.”

And by that it most definitely will not. Who knows what will happen if you eat his food and if it’s as bad as people say it won’t be making you feel any better.

Being cared for by England will mostly consist of you having “little appetite” and eating the food he bought for you to snack on as a meal when he’s not looking.

However, he is still sure to pamper you with anything else you need is rather good at attending to you every way that doesn’t involve food.

France

France is all about pampering you even when you’re not sick so expect double the usual amount of doting and fussing as soon as you’re feeling even a little under the weather.

He doesn’t want his love to feel unwell especially in a way where he can’t cheer you up with all the kisses and snuggles he can provide. But alas, sickness still strikes even despite his wishes.

He doens’t have any choice to dry his tears and to pamper you every other way he can instead.

So having his new goal in sight he’d start by making all of your favorite foods and waiting on you hand and foot.

It may not be too different from how he usually treats you but just you wait because as soon as you’re feeling well again you’re sure to be bombarded with all the affection he was holding off on.

Russia

Russia doesn’t often take care of others so he’d be elated that you’d trust him to help you get better.

Of course he’s upset that you’re sick in the first place but he gets over it rather quickly once he realizes that he can help you get better and what better way to help you than to provide you with something that always makes him feel better.

Borscht. Lots and lots of borscht. Perhaps too much even. What he brings you is an excessive amount and while it’s definitely edible it’s far too much to stomach when you’re ill.

He’s happy to grab you whatever you ask for but any time he brings you medicine or more blankets he always is sure to bring another bowl even if the other is far from finished.

He isn’t easy to convince otherwise but at least his heart is in the right place.

When it comes to caring for you he wants to provide what makes him happy as well as what he knows makes you happy too. It’s just all a bit too much even despite his intentions.

Germany

Taking care of others comes natural to Germany, or perhaps it’d be more appropriate to say that the responsibility of tending for others usually falls to him so he’s rather great to have around when you’re feeling unwell.

He always knows just what to do and can always figure something out if he doesn’t.

Even if it’s just a simply cold he’ll read up on exactly what a cold is, what it does to the body, and best treatments on his own time just to make sure that he’s fully prepared for anything thrown his way.

He doesn’t like being caught off guard if he can avoid and would want to prevent your sickness from becoming anything worse. However, given that mindset he can be a bit strict.

He means well but there’s no way he’s letting you get up from your bed aside from going to the restroom or grabbing something quickly. He wants to provide for you so that you don’t have to worry about a thing until you’re feeling 100% better.

Italy

As much as he means well, Italy isn’t great at being the one to take care of others.

He will certainly make you feel loved and cared for of course. He’d do nothing less! It’s just that he will certainly make a lot of mistakes while you’re on your way to recovery.

He’ll try to make your favorite foods even if they’re not great on the stomach and may forget to give you a dose of medicine until you remind him but he’s still great to have at your bedside if you overlook that all.

Even if it isn’t smart on his part he’ll give you all the affection you could need. He’s happy to press kisses to your forehead, hold your hand, or even snuggle up with you in bed while you’re sick.

Of course it will end up with him getting sick and needing to be the one to be taken care of but at least you know just how much he loves you no matter what.

Japan

Japan may not be the most affectionate person but that doesn’t mean that he’s necessarily bad at tending for you.

He will for certain, keep a facemask on around you but he’ll do his best to provide for you just as much as anyone else.

He’s proud of his cooking and would try his hardest to find something that’s easy on your stomach as well as comforting for the soul. It may be Nikujaga,Okayu, or something else you requested of him.

No matter what you ask of him he’ll find a way to come up with something close to whatever you requested and even if it isn’t perfect he never provide anything that isn’t the best he can give.

He won’t stay right beside you the whole day but he’s sure to check up on you often, asking you if you need anything of him so long as you’re up when he makes his routine stop to your room.

It might not be the most affectionate or romantic but his care is definitely effective if nothing else. Plus, if you’ve been sick for quite some time he may just let you be a bit more affectionate than he usually would as his own way of saying he missed being able to be close to you too.

Spain

Spain would be heartbroken to learn you’re feeling ill. He loves seeing you happy and as much as he’s always willing to provide whatever you need he’d be torn up seeing the person he cares for unwell.

Thankfully his sadness doesn’t last too long as he decides to roll his sleeves up and get to work. You won’t feel any better if he’s down in the dumps too.

Like Italy he can be a little too carefree or clumsy on rare occasions but he’s not bad at caring for you.

He’s always sure to cook your favorite meals, he brings you whatever you want from the store and he’s not a bad bedside companion either.

On occasion you may wake up to find a gift or two on your bedside table and corny notes written about all the things you’ll do once you’re better. It’s not excessive albeit dramatic but it’s cute in it’s own right.

And when you’re awake you’ll find that like always he’s pretty chatty (though he tries not to be if your head hurts) and always finds a way to bring a smile to your face.

He loves to lay on compliments when you’re especially feeling bad even if you know for a fact you don’t look nearly as good as he says.

However, it’s nice to hear still and he knows this. He won’t let the time you’re sick be a boring time. Sure he can’t make all the pain go away but he can try his hardest to keep you happy while he cares for you.

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zoey-angel · 6 months

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I feel like Israel has managed to, in 75 years, become so successful...

Jews wanted to show the world their worth after being so badly dehumanized and oppressed, made a remarkable home for themselves:

Third leading country for startups worldwide according to statistica (right behind the USA and the UK), and the only country with a population of less than 10 million in the top 10 Countries by Total Startup Output in 2023, according to startupblink

Just... A whole powerhouse of innovation, a strong country established in less than a century.

And now, its so well established, that people can point fingers at jews fully believing they're colonialists and oppressors. They ditched the victim mentality and nobody remembers...

That my grandparents were holocaust survivors, who kept expired food in their homes and couldn't throw it away because food was precious to them and they refused.

That my parents couldn't afford a catering for their wedding in a simple synagogue, because their grandparents were murdered and their homes seized by polish families, their families didn't have a dime to their names

That my friend's grandparents from Yemen built their own tin hut to live in, in a new refugee camp with many other Yemen jews. Their home doesn't look like that anymore.

That my sister in law's parents escaped here from southern Russia, unable to find work as they couldn't speak the language, had to build their way up from the simplest jobs although they used to be a lawyer and a doctor, because they would rather scrap by here than die there.

But they also forget that Israel was a democracy from the very start.

Meanwhile, islamophobs are incapable of seeing palestinians as anything other than poor victims who can't stand on their own two feet. They can! Like in any nation, there are smart and resourcefull Palestinians, successful and kind people who would, if given a chance, thrive and build and innovate, run a democratic government and work for their own wellbeing.

The fact that Gaza is the way it is, is because of Hamas. Israel pulled out years ago, and yes, there are military clashes every few years which leave Gaza in shambles. Do you think Palestinians don't know this? Do you think they can't foresee the damage that conflict will cause? But they CAN'T speak up. Hamas is LITERALLY a terrorist organization which WILL murder its opposition, no matter their ethnicity.

Hamas is one of the claws of Iran. Its leaders all remain safely in their villas abroad, fanning themselves with their riches while Palestinians are used as human shields. Iran is fighting the west right now, not specifically Israel, but it focuses on Israel as an ally of the west. This is also why Hamas is standing with Russia now. They're all opponents of the western nations, and will join forces as they see fit.

I know that people believe Hamas speaks for and defends Palestinians, because Hamas is made of Palestinians who are exercising violent Jihad, but that is an idea promoted by those with personal interest in the bloodshed (those who fund Hamas weaponry, take your guess at who that is) and NOT a good representative of palestinian people as a whole, who don't want to keep being hindered by all the violence.

A lot of innocents are dying from the bombings, which is why the idf decided to enter by ground, meaning it will have better access to the tunnels Hamas hides in, find the hostages, and will be able to attack more precisely without causing collateral damage. This is better than what was before. Additionally, Israel is still under rocket fire consistently, which the idf needs to disable before pulling out.

If the idf did pulls out right now before upperhanding hamas, then Israel will just sit there under rocket fire. Worse still, a lot of Palestinians died for no reason, only for those remaining to still live under the reign of Hamas, waiting for the next conflict to occur and unable to regain their footing. These are talented and clever people who deserve peace. Deserve a real democracy.

And well... I know a large amount of pro-palestinians demand Israel is destroyed entirely, say that all Jews must evacuate the land, "from the river to the sea" but honestly... That IS ethnic cleansing saying "this person is the wrong ethnicity to live here", not something acceptable to say under any circumstances (would you tell an asian american to "go back to where you came from" because they're not white or indigenous? keep your head straight, don't walk so far into the left wing that you end up on the right wing, people should be able to live where they feel their home is regardless of their birth circumstances)

This said, even if Israel was wiped out, Hamas would still be an issue. Iran is still too far involved. People with money and guns stealing precious resources from the rest of the population will not stop.

The solution must be two-state, with governments who actively work to maintain peace and care for their people. Demanding less of palestinians is betraying them, don't try and paint the picture that they're unable to make a peaceful life for themselves because their grandparents were driven out of land 75 years ago, and that "all they're capable of doing is violence".

#israel #gosh I'm scared. I'm scared to get more death threats #but come on I live here i should be able to stand up for myself #my friends and family are dying and people online say shit without knowing anything about the situation

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a-method-in-it · 1 year

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I posted 10,888 times in 2022

That's 3,099 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 630 of my posts in 2022

#method speaks - 164 posts

#but also - 15 posts

#union stuff - 13 posts

#like - 11 posts

#also - 7 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

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33 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

a thing that I've been thinking about a lot lately, partly in the wake of the Roe v. Wade repeal: We need to do more to ensure that gender inclusive medical language doesn't wind up filtering out people, especially AFAB people, who straight up do not know the terms for certain body parts.

I am a big fan of inclusive language around medical stuff (ex: "mammograms and cervical cancer screenings" instead of "cancer screenings for women"). It's more precise, and, for people who are reasonably well-educated about their own bodies, more informative. And also, obviously, more accurate.

But the trouble comes in when people aren't reasonably well-educated about their bodies.

I think a lot of college-educated, middle-class people would be frankly astounded by the number of AFAB people who were not taught anything --- literally anything --- about their bodies and what parts they have and how things work.

There are definitely extreme cases of this in hyper-religious environments; for example, I remember reading a memoir of a girl who grew up in the FLDS cult and was never told what sex entails and found out on her wedding night when her husband, a man fifty years older than her, wanted to have sex. But even beyond the outlier cases, there are also just a lot of kids who never get a decent sex talk or anything approaching comprehensive sex ed in school.

And it's especially a problem for AFAB people, whose bodies are often treated as inherently inappropriate to talk about, even in a lot of secular environments.

So yes, "Annual pap smears are recommended for anyone with a cervix" is the most accurate and precise way to describe cervical cancer screenings. But also, there are probably millions of cis women out there (and probably even some AFAB trans men and enbys) who would see that and think "Oh, good thing I don't have whatever a cervix is so I don't have to worry about that." Even though they do!

The thing that has me thinking about this is the fact that this is only going to get worse post-Dobbs decision. A lot of local clinics that are known to provide healthcare for AFAB people are going to wind up closing in red states as they are targeted by lawmakers. And so cis women who might have previously gone there because they knew it was a women's healthcare clinic and who therefore would have been directed to the care they needed, whether they knew the terms or not...in a post-Dobbs world, honestly, I don't know what's going to happen.

I don't really have a solution for this beyond the fact that we obviously need to do a better job of educating people about human anatomy. But it's not like the GOP is going to suddenly become cool with doing that.

It's just something I think about.

34 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

someday, someone who has not yet migrated off this cursed webbed site is going to write a hit netflix fantasy series where a prominent side character is B'lorbo of Mai Sho and absolutely none of us is going to be able to explain to anyone in our lives why we are on the floor scream laughing

36 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

In light of Roe v. Wade being struck down, I would like to give you one concrete thing you can do to help protect some of the people in your life that you might not ever think of:

Unionize your workplace.

After the opinion leaked, a bunch of unions started negotiating language in their contracts that mandates employee health insurance must cover all types of reproductive care, including abortion, and even language about covering travel expenses if someone needs to go out of state to access reproductive care.

This will not fix things, obviously. But it is a form of harm reduction that can be incredibly powerful.

It also puts the burden of dealing with the fallout from this decision where it belongs: On the corporate fuckers who have spent years donating to right-wing politicians for the tax breaks and didn't much care what else came of it.

Let them foot the bill for it, at the very least.

Solidarity.

254 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I can't remember if I've plugged this here or not, but: The Federal Aviation Administration is currently taking comments about what the minimum size should be for airplane seats.

Link

Over time, airline seats have declined from an average of 18 or 19 inches to about 17 inches. Average waiting room seats are 22 inches. This presents obvious problems for...well, for a lot of people.

The FAA is specifically concerned with safety for this regulation (that's what Congress directed them to do), and not with comfort, so if you do comment, try to gear it towards safety concerns. They are particularly interested in hearing from disabled people and people over 60, apparently.

And even though this isn't about comfort, it's still the first time the agency has regulated seat size for airlines, so it's exciting and you should comment if you can.

Comments can be submitted here until November 3, 2022.

578 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

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I like your take on Maki’s decisions. I believe that there’s always someone who doesn’t agree with the sentiments of their environment, but are forced to not do anything about it because of well, reasons. I mean, we have their mother to begin with who was more than willing to kill Naoya. Then, I think Jinichi in a way was somewhat tired of the clan as well? Considering how he and many others wanted to get along with the Kamo’s and the Gojo’s, that could’ve been the start of something different, you know?

But we never got to see that, or anything from the big clans, because I think gege is just not interested in developing anything about them lol

At the end, the possibility of someone out there being against their ideals is always there. But we never got to see it, and probably never will. (That could’ve been so good, oh well)

YES!!!

I mean, first of all, thank you! xd

In 2020 I used to live in Belarus for a couple of months, to support my grandparents - I lived there while people were literally shooted on the streets for having white-red-white items by lukashenko's puppets - although I had to come back, I was really scared. I'm still scared for my grandparents because their homeland is used as a bridgehead for russian troops. Nevertheless, many people, as well as many Ukrainians, blame Belarus for the war. The worst part is I can't say they are completely wrong. But I'm sick of hearing that all Belarus should die, because I myself know how much Belarus hate russians - and how much they do to break the regime, if not russian troops. So yeah, Belarus have to say they support lukashenko - when in fact they are not - and I'm 1000% sure everyone would be happy if all this USSR shit died. I can't say the same about russia because I've never lived there - but I'm sure there should be good people, not only bad - like in any other society.

Sorry for my moment of a weakness.

My point was, killing everybody is not an option, and it will definitely not make you a better person.

Frankly, that was carma that Maki's mother killed Naoya. I can totally understand her.

If looking deeper, was even Naoya happy with his clan? People, who are happy with their environment, will never act like this. His cruel words to Maki's mother seemed to me as he was not just enjoying being a brat but had a deep feeling of resentment for something. Like a desire to bite. And his offenses to older men and to his brothers? Idk, maybe Gege will add something in next chapters and I will take my words back - but for now he seems to me as an offended child who likes to be mischievous and spoil everyone's mood, but is generally not really evil.

YESSSS WE COULD HAVE HAD SO MUCH INTERESTING STUFF!! No one is borned misogynistic and patriarchal, it would be interesting and useful to see how to turn back into a normal person. Well, we'll see, we still have Kamo and Gojo.

#ask #jujutsu kaisen #maki zenin #naoya zenin

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capsensislagamoprh · 2 months

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Victor starred at the calendar. He was thirteen? Thirteen?! How was he, the Ice King, thirteen?! He knew he had to acclimate to the material plane better than most, being what he was, but how on this blue green orb was he supposed to find the Hero and Yuri if he was a literal - LiTeRaL - child?! What was he supposed to do with that?!

"Chris, my friend," he said with his to bright smile over the choppy video call. "Chris. Court. Of. Spring. What did you get me into?"

"Me?" came the offended pout of Christophe as he considered the glint of malice in Victor's eyes.

"Yes you! I thought we were going to be full grown! I thought the idea was to find the Hero and use him to track down Yuri!"

"And when did you make this plan?"

"I, uh..." Victor blinked.

"Right. The plan was to get integrated into the material plane so that you could find the Hero and thus find Yuri. So the balance of power remained. So the universe doesn't go to hell in a hand-basket."

"Hell?"

"Personal torture place."

"It fits in a hand basket? Is it collapsible ?"

"If you plan ahead."

"Interesting," Victor mused. "The point is!" he huffed around his toast, "I am a child. How am I supposed to get anything done!"

"You trust the Dream. It put you where you needed to be."

"Seems vague."

"Victor... it's the Dream. It's always vague. When it's clear you have to worry. Look, do you want me to contact Phichit and see what happened?"

"No." Then a long drawn out, "Yes," as he melted across the kitchen counter. Butter on toast was so good after months of Lilia's strict diet and high impact training.

"I don't know what you're eating, but I am going to live vicariously in my imagination with the noises you're making as a sound track."

"Bread. Bread, Chris! Bread with butter!"

"I thought you were in Russia?"

"I am! There's a bakery not far from here and I managed to sneak a half loaf in before Madame caught it."

"You rouge!" Christoph grinned. "Well, back to the subject at hand. Phichit or not?"

"I don't know," Victor said around another bite. "What happened to that oracle?"

"Humm... Don't know darling. What I do know is that oracles are hard to find. They tend to not do well in the material world."

"Why not?"

"Well, to put it bluntly," Christoph sighed, "they keep trying to rig the system."

"What? How? Why?" Victor chewed the crisp crust, its flakiness a second away from crackling. "Never mind the why. I can figure that part out."

"Ah, mortals leaving a mark are they?"

"Convenience store clerk. I would have never noticed them, except he makes the most exceptional dark brew."

"You mean he is the most exceptional dark brew."

Victor thought for a moment. "No, actually. He's not. It's just that he's kind. Huh." Victor swallowed the last of his forbidden treat. "For a small time I thought he might be the Hero."

"What changed your mind?"

"I don't know." But he did, and Christoph could hear it.

"Tell me or I tell Baranovskay." Victors betrayed gasp was theater itself.

"You wouldn't!"

"I might. Want to risk it?"

"Mean! Fine. I saw him mark the bathrooms as clean with out actually checking."

Christoph laughed. The more he thought about it, the funnier it became. The man had fascinated the Ice King, intrigued him to the point where Victor thought he might be someone important, only to thwart himself by half-assing a chore. "Well, I guess that means he's single?"

Victor pouted. "No. He's married. Has two kids and a dog." A huff. "I want what he has."

"I don't think you do. Not right this second, anyway. You have a duty to perform first."

"Maybe. Still, it would be nice to have a worshiping lover sprawled at my feet."

"I agree, but Victor?"

"Hum?"

"Duty before dishonor."

"How dare you."

"Well, I have to get to practice."

"What are you practicing?"

"Ice skating, or course. You're the Ice King. You lost the Hero. If we're going to find him, it's going to be an epic quest where your weirdly niche skills come in handy. That's how the stories go."

"It's not a niche skill," Victor pouted. "I am excellent at it."

"But not as popular as other displays of prowess. One I intend to give you a run for your money on."

"HA! You will see! I am Victor Nikiforov! I will win the metals and trophies!"

"We'll see. Have fun pulling off your triples with a belly full of bread. I'll see you in the meets."

Christoph disconnected, and Victor looked at the vastly different sky. It was one thing to have someone to talk to, like that store clerk, on nights like these. But when you didn't, it became to still, to cold - even for him.

He would go to the rink! Surely those people would be welcoming and they would have pleasant conversations about how they would win all golds, add extra turns to there programs, do impossible lifts and tricks.

Or maybe he would work on that forth rotation, just to make sure he got the gold. He grabbed his things.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12

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trans-wojak · 3 months

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Regarding your post about Palestine I definitely agree. Its honestly become a trend among "those" types of people to "support" Palestine, not because they actually care but because it suddenly became trendy to do so and they're just like "alright if I want to be seen as woke I guess I'm doing this now" and they begin spamming posts with the hashtags free Palestine, acting as if its a new thing even though its been going on for years.

I've also seen MANY and I mean MANY "woke" people using this whole thing to disguise their blatant antisemitism, they blame all Israeli's and all Jewish people for whats going on instead of the people ACTUALLY RESPONSIBLE, its to the point where some girl on TikTok said "Jewish privilege" was a thing and the video as far as I know is still up

Its honestly just a repeat of people showing "support" for BLM when police brutality became a "trending topic" back in 2020 even though police brutality against black people has obviously existed years before 2020

These people don't even do anything to "free Palestine" anyways, they just put a Palestinian flag in their bio, flood everyones page with posts about Palestine and call it a day, they don't donate anything or give anyone links to places we can donate, they don't talk about ways we can help, its just blatant that 90% of these people just want to keep up with the "trend" and as soon as this whole thing with Palestine isn't as "popular" in the media they'll just stop posting about it and begin talking about the next big problem going on

It was the same when the whole thing with Ukraine and Russia happened, everyone on TikTok made the Ukrainian flag their pfp, at most made 1 or 2 videos and did nothing else

And I will not even get started on those people who are like "If you don't make posts about Palestine you're evil and are contributing to genocide" because god forbid I don't want to talk about people dying and stuff

I've seen literal 13 year olds and teens get harassed for not talking about Palestine, what the hell is a child gonna do about freeing Palestine?!

(of course these issues are important, and what has been going on with Palestine and Israel is obviously awful, but I'm sick of people using it to get clout, using it as an excuse to crap on Jews, and just seeing it as a "trend" and not an actual problem)

Couldn’t have said it better myself, this is 100% how I feel too. I’ve seen these woke types literally say things like “guess the Jews learned nothing from WW2 now they’re just being Hitler” like bro?? That’s like saying America is responsible for Britain colonising over the world because they’re both predominantly Anglo christian nations.

This war has been going on since like, before 1950 from what I remember. No one remembers Ukraine now, no one mentions BLM, even though police brutality has been a thing since FOREVER especially targeting minority groups.

That chick was deadset being transphobic (not that I actually care, I just like irony) and she’s acting like she’s actually a good person because she spams the internet with shit about free Palestine lmao

I’m actually Jewish, I don’t have any ties to the culture cause my grandfather passed away really young. But there are deadset people still out there who deny the Holocaust happened and I’m seeing a lot of these people post “look a Holocaust survivor said X about Y, it means it’s true!” Like bro, just like Israel doesn’t represent all Jews, neither does one guy.

I simply don’t think wasting energy on caring about this is a good use of emotions or empathy. Unless people actually donate money and PHYSICALLY make an impact, it’s nothing more than signalling how “good” you are to me. I don’t pay attention the news on crap like this cause I don’t need to worry about it, it does not affect me and there’s nothing I can do even if I feel empathy or sympathy. Literally nothing changes besides I wasted some energy. Is it self serving? Yes. I just say the quiet part out loud. I don’t want to listen and talk about war crimes, it’s not productive nor interesting to me. I block tags about it but people rarely tag and it gets posted in meme tags, also by meme pages cause it’s trendy. It’s boring and I’m sick of seeing pretending they are these great activists for clicking reblog on a post they have no idea if it’s even verified.

#thanks for the ask!#ask answered #literally this #i agree #virtue signaling #pretty much summed up how I feel

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tarosin · 3 years

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the great adventures of y/n, tubbo and jack - we built a boat

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this is part 10 to the great adventures series

you didn’t actually expect to be filming a vlog with tubbo and jack today, you were spending one of you last days away from home with lani at the beach, not knowing that tubbo and jack would make you join them. you ended up finding several rocks you liked and ran off to pick them up thinking tubbo would like them, so you put them in your pocket. whilst you were collecting rocks, lani was on the phone to tubbo letting him know you were actually at the beach if he wanted you to join him in the vlog.

“wait y/ns there? put them on the phone.”

“they’re in the water.”

“why?”

“ill ask, Y/N WHY ARE YOU IN THE WATER?!”

“I FOUND A ROCK THAT MATCHES RANBOOS BRAND BUT A WAVE TOOK IT AWAY FROM ME AND IM NOT LETTING POSEIDON WIN!”

“yeah they’re fighting Poseidon, where are you going to be? ill bring them to you.”

few minutes later you made your way to lani drenched in water.

“i fell…stop laughing!”

“im not!”

“you’re eyes are literally watering because you’re holding in your laughter, anyway look what i got you!”

you placed a clear quartz crystal and a piece of sea glass in lanis hand.

“thank you y/n!! wait this isn’t like your other rocks?”

“i know!! it’s clear quartz and sea glass. i felt like you should have it! i think it’s because i won the battle with Poseidon!”

“you fell.”

“shut up!”

“are you staying at ours again tonight?”

“think so… wanna turn the crystal into a necklace?”

“definitely!”

lani ended up taking you to where tubbo was, but didn’t tell you what was happening, you only found out when you looked up to see jack recording you and lani.

“hold up, guest appearance.”

“oh hi lani…y/n, guess what?”

you looked down to see the boat.

“oh fuck no!”

you walked away laughing, tubbo followed after you dragging you back to the others.

“they said they can’t wait to go on the boat with us jack!”

“how likely is he to be able to build this?? how likely are me and y/n going to drown??”

“uhm good chances!”

“of what?”

“lani, am i going to live or die?”

you laughed as lani walked away shrugging.

“tubbo how much money did you spend on this…”

“£50.”

“oh great i’m drowning today!”

you stood next to jack tilting your head as tubbo attached the sail to the pole.

“just remember if you two die, i’m in your will.”

“i didn’t write a will.”

“well that was your first mistake y/n did!”

“tubbo gets my rock collection, tommy gets whatever he wants just not the rock collection, ranboo gets whatever tommy doesn’t want, and you get what ranboo doesn’t want.”

a few minutes later you helped tubbo put the sail up whilst jack stood filming you both.

“this looks unsafe..”

“and muddy.”

“it’s unsafe and muddy but we’re trying our best.”

“jack didn’t do anything.”

“rude!”

you stood next to lani trying to convince her to go on the boat so you didn’t have to as tubbo tried to lasso jack. after being told no several times, you stood with jack whilst tubbo began to tie a figure of 8, you watched as tubbo began teaching you how to actually tie a figure of 8 using a really morbid story.

“…heh”

“why was that so morbid?”

“we like death on the tubbo channel!”

“i want to go home!”

“no!”

“okay!”

the three of you began to carry the boat out to the sea, however you crashed into something straight away.

“could be worse…could have hit a member of the public.”

“IM TRYING!”

“i can tell…it’s not good enough but i can tell.”

“…TO HIT SOMEONE!”

“NO!”

“my bad T bo!”

“what the fuck did you call me?”

as you were getting ready to go down the ramp, lani looked directly at you and tubbo who were now trying to push each other into the water.

“try not to hit little people in the water!”

“little people…”

“shall we waterproof up?”

you turned around a minute later only to have tubbo holding his phone up to your face after annoying jack with it .

“say hello.”

“hi there , please send help. i’m going to die!”

“ignore y/n, they’re just dramatic..i wouldn’t let them drown.”

you helped tubbo get the boat into the water as jack filmed the pair of you .

“it’s cold.”

“i’ve been in here before…i fell.”

“how cold was it?”

“very.”

“the weed of the sea is in my feet.”

“ew! what the fuck!”

lani noticed you had all let go of the boat and yelled at you all to grab the boat before it left you all behind, jack, and tubbo got in the boat, however you refused as lani kept yelling that the trailer was on.

“oh we’ve left the trailer on.”

“that’s what lani has been saying.”

tubbo got off to untie the trailer and you stood nervously laughing as the wheel fell off .

“i'm actually going to die!”

“it’s fineee!”

you helped jack get out the boat, so you could all fix the boat.

“he thinks we could be doing better.”

“i think everyone could think that.”

jack got on the boat first, then tubbo, who then helped you get onto the boat.

“off we go!”

for the first five minutes, the three of you sat yelling at each other what you all should be doing to make the boat go forwards.

“i quite like this.”

“we’re not moving!”

“exactly!”

soon enough you had figured it all out and waved goodbye to the others after they gave you a thumbs up.

“TO FRANCE!”

“so now what do we do?”

“pray.”

“heh?”

“to what?”

“god..say your final goodbyes we’re going to die!”

“hey that rhymed, you’re a genius!”

at this point the boat had completely stopped moving, however tubbo didn’t think this was the case, and began trying to turn the boat around as it was apparently going to shore, despite the fact you and jack were telling him you all hadn’t moved.

“so what’s the sail for?”

“i mean jack has a point you are paddling.”

“luck!”

“….HEH?”

“y/n you talk to technoblade too much.”

“i’ve been saying heh before i met tommy, what the fuck?”

“jack go up to the front, so y/n can sit next to me.”

jack moved and you sat next to tubbo.

“so how long does it take to go to france?”

“ahh you know, about 20 minutes.”

“how fast do you think we’re going bud?”

“on a, on a, on a train.”

“how would you get the train?”

“i don’t think the train can go across this..”

rather than answering that question tubbo decided he made a hit list.

“we’re going to just go through here.”

“…through where?”

“between the people.”

“NO!”

“you’re creating unnecessary danger.”

you and tubbo started bickering about why he suddenly decided that he was going to hit a bunch of people with the boat for no reason.

“fine you take control y/n!”

“tubbo you were going to kill them!”

“that’s just part of the sailing life!”

you just stared at tubbo shaking your head slightly, trying to process what just happened, then all of a sudden tubbo got up and put you in charge of controlling the boat. you were surprisingly good at it, which was lucky for tubbo and jack who were now leaning out of the boat claiming that they were hiking. they only stopped when the boat began to go faster and noticed you had no idea what you were doing.

“y/n is going to be the reason we crash!”

“yeah i will!”

“why do you sound happy about that?”

“eta france?”

“any second now.”

you decided to focus on making sure the boat was going where you wanted it to go, whilst the others yelled out to the sea occasionally yelling phrases in french as they claimed they could see the french. well you think tubbo was yelling phrases in french, however halfway through you were convinced he started just yelling things in a french accent as he revealed he didn’t actually know french, resulting in jack asking to go to russia as he knows russian.

“y/n, sail is to russia!”

“you know what i don’t wanna drive here you go jack it’s your turn.”

“I DONT KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!”

“we’re sick of this shit aren’t we y/n, jack take that…you’re on the wrong side switch sides with us.”

you all swapped sides and you and tubbo sat with your arms around each other instructing jack how to sail .

“yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“thats good now turn us and we’ll be in the wind.”

“we’re about to catch the wind.”

“JACK MANIFOLD GET READY!”

you all swapped sides again and tubbo whispered in your ear, as you sat next to him, about making the boat capsize so jack would go into the water, jack ended up doing a lot better than you and tubbo did, and you all actually started going pretty fast. however, there was absolutely no way you’d get to land any time soon. you sat laughing with tubbo whilst jack yelled about how he was a fisherman, and that’s why he was doing so well and how he studied their fins so he could find out how fish swim.

“for a £50 boat it’s done us well, look we’re sailing, the water cleaned the boat.”

“we havent died.”

“im a little wet, but not too bad.”

“must be nice.”

“oh yeah you fell earlier.”

“how?”

“they were fighting Poseidon.”

“huh?”

“they probably found a rock they liked and went to get it but it ended up in water.”

“…yeah.”

you all ended up catching the wind and tubbo decided to make you and jack do reaction images.

“help girl, i don’t know how to sail.”

“okay jack your turn, drive and film.”

“hey look i’m filming and driving!”

“no film me and y/n!”

jack filmed the pair of you, tubbo had his arm around you to prevent you from falling out of the boat as you had a habit of leaning out the boat to touch the water. you had no idea what to do so ended up copying tubbo, the pair of you took off your hats .

“tips fedora…what do you want to name our boat?”

“tubboat!”

“no way..”

“THE TUBBOATS REAL NOW!!”

it was around now you and tubbo claimed you were all drifting out to sea, and to just let the wind take you wherever it wants to, whereas jack claimed the boat wasn’t moving at all. you pointed at a boat which was moving a lot quicker than you were.

“HES GOT WIND!”

“WHERES OUR WIND?”

“he stole our wind.”

“we’re stranded jack,y/n.”

you noticed lani and waved out to her.

“LANI!”

“jacks sailing, hes getting sailing tips from my cousins!”

“great can he take us to land?”

“no.”

“YO WERE ZOOMING!”

“i hope we don’t capsize..”

“why would we?”

tubbo looked at you and you nodded back at him.

“hey jack we’re gonna tip this boat!”

and with that the pair of you stood up and began tipping the boat over whilst laughing.

“SUCKER WERE STILL DRY!”

“tubbo i’m about to fall!”

tubbo grabbed your hand keeping you up on the boat with him, you both even managed to get back in the boat without getting wet.

“no, if i’m in you have to be in too.”

jack pushed tubbo into the water tubbo then went on to pull you into the water with him.

“NO!”

“IM FREEZING!”

tubbo helped you onto the boat first as this was the second time you ended up in the water, and you were quite clearly cold, he got on after you. you sat on the boat as he filmed the outro and jumped back into the water. once jack ended the recording, you reached out your hand to tubbo helping him back onto the boat. the way back to shore was you and tubbo clinging onto each other trying to warm up, and the three of you making shit jokes, and enjoying each other’s company. you even made a few more plans for when ranboos in the uk. few hours later you had said goodbye to jack and went back to tubbos house, tubbo let you shower first while he stayed with lani as she streamed.

“chuck your clothes outside the door, i’ll put them in the dryer whilst you shower. you can change into these.”

tubbo gave you a hoodie from his merch collection that would be dropping soon, along with your pyjama pants, 30 minutes later you sat with lani whilst tubbo went off to shower, lani ended up finishing the stream after 15 minutes.

“wanna make the necklaces lani?”

“i’d love to!”

not long later tubbo joined the pair of you.

“oooh tubbo i got you some more rocks, they're over there with your phone.”

you ended up making a couple of them into necklaces for him, so the the three of you had something to help you remember the day.

“y/n, i hope you’re enjoying your stay, youll practically be living here for a few month soon.”

“wait their parents said yes?!”

“what are you all talking about?”

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reddeaddamnation · 2 years

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War is bad but I can't stand hypocrisy

As someone who lives in close proximity of what's happening in Ukraine, I feel the need to point out several things, in particular the hypocrisy of the USA, EU and the bulgarian government and people.

I stand with Ukraine and so does my government. But many pro russian nationalists here argue that ukrainians burned our flag and forced besarabian bulgarians to change their names to ukrainian ones and that is why we should stand with Russia in this conflict. The absolute hypocrisy that you say that when you forced bulgarian turks to change their names to bulgarian ones or they would be forced out of the country, burned the turkish flag and have been talking shit about a country that has been nothing but friendly to you despite the history. And you have the audacity to cry about the same happening to your people? Sit down and shut the fuck up. And on the other side, where are the nationalists that beat, robbed, killed and tortured innocent syrians, iranians and iraqi people at the borders, while claiming to do what the people want and that Bulgaria does not take ANY refugees? Yes, these people are currently millionaires without facing consequences for their actions and praised by the majority.

This goes for the whole world. Are the white, "relatively" european refugees who "aren't used to war" more important than the others like the media portrayed it? Where were the visa free safe passages and supplies at the borders for middle eastern refugees who had to jump over borders, starve, freeze in the forests and hide from gunshots? Instead they were thrown in jail or in camps where food, water or heat were a dream for many. Where were the sanctions for Israel when they literally stole Palestine from it's own people and commit genocide almost every day? Where were the sanctions for USA when it bombed Iraq because of alleged nuclear weapons when they turned out false? Where are the sanctions for bombing half the middle east for two decades now? I thought that's how you stop a war. Why doesn't the media call white supremacists in Ukraine terrorists and neo nazis when black students and citizens weren't allowed escape routes on trains until the white people were safe? Instead the west propagandists convinced everyone that even muslim women and children with nothing to their name were coming to their country to blow them up and blamed organizations they funded themselves. Your racism is showing. Oh, yeah, why care about them when they aren't "civilized". Why care when the war doesn't threaten your civilized country? Its not in Europe so why care? If you don't care at least don't advocate that you do so you seem more "woke" in words. The only thing the west did to help palestinians was turn it into a trend.

Zelenskyy has been begging for help since 2014 and has been left on seen after being hyped up that everything is under control, whatever happens help will come, promised troops and weapons... until the knife hit the bone, Russia invaded and everyone peaced out including Biden (like in Afghanistan?). NATO, the UN and EU proved yet again incompetent in solving world threatening issues and if anything are better at causing them and leaving with excuses like "This isn't our war, figure it out yourselves." after agitating the aggressor.

Big nations are measuring their fucking cocks, power playing and the people are suffering because of it. Russians are suffering because of their awful dictator and are being hate crimed as if the russian accountant or farmer is invading Ukraine right now when even the troops are deserting their positions because they don't want war. Ukrainians lost their homes and are fleeing their country. The media picks and chooses who is suffering more. And all the average suburban Josh and Emily are doing is joking about being drafted and playing CoD in real life and hating on every russian they come across like they hate crimed and boycotted jewish people who had nothing to do with their war.

Help Ukrainian refugees in any way you can. This is not a post to issue hate against the innocent. I'm issuing hate against the hypocrisy of the world leaders and especially the media and the blatant racism.

#russian invasion #ukraine #stand with ukraine #help ukraine #hypocrisy #racism

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rax-writes · 3 years

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Family Man

Fandom: MCU Pairing: Baron Helmut Zemo x OC [basically a reader insert, because the OC’s physical description isn’t addressed or anything, she just has a name] Warnings: None Notes: A Sokovian woman named Irina Molnár was born with the ability to teleport, and in time, she encounters the only man to gain her trust enough to show him. It just so happens that the man in question is the criminal mastermind Helmut Zemo. // So, as I said, it’s an OC but still basically a reader insert; don’t let the OC part deter you if you prefer x reader fics. It just worked better for me on the writing end to use a name, and I have an aversion to using “Y/N,” so I just threw in a pretty name. // TL;DR: Zemo as a dad just kills me & I wanted him to get a second chance at a family.

“I will assist you to the utmost of my ability, on one condition.”

“You’re in no position to be making demands, Zemo.”

“This is both for my own benefit, and yours, I assure you.”

If someone had asked Irina ten years ago where she thought she’d be at this point in life, her answer would have been incredibly far from accurate, for nothing could have predicted the path her life took.

Not that her life had been normal to begin with, being that she was born with the ability to teleport. Sokovia was not exactly a progressive country in the late 1980’s, so her parents had endlessly instructed her to conceal her ability, warning her of the countless dangers of her power being known to others. Her parents were so protective of her that when she teleported as a reflex at age thirteen, after walking along the sidewalk of main street in Novi Grad and a driver fell asleep at the wheel and headed straight for her, they packed up and moved to Russia in the middle of the night. Yet again, the same thing happened at age eighteen, when she was caught up in a hostage situation in a bank and the perpetrator caught her calling the police. Just as he aimed his gun at her and pulled the trigger, she disappeared. Irina and her parents fled to Germany in the dead of night less than twenty-four hours later, and she knew then that she needed to suppress her powers no matter what, being that her father was elderly, and her mother was too ill for them to ever travel again.

So, Irina settled into a normal life in Munich. She worked various odd jobs over the years to support her parents, made and lost a few friends, dated here and there. Her father passed when she was twenty-two, and two years later, her mother joined him. When living in the house where both her parents passed in their sleep became too unbearable, she packed up and moved to Berlin, getting a job at a high-security prison there. Less than a year after she began working there, a newcomer arrived: an inmate by the name of Helmut Zemo.

Being that he knew so much about HYDRA, from his extensive research on them, the American organization SHIELD wished to know more about them. A few psychiatrists and some professional interrogators tried for the first couple months, but they got nothing – quite literally, as he refused to utter a single word to any of them. Irina’s boss knew that she was Sokovian just like Zemo, so she was asked to extract any and all valuable information she could from the new prisoner.

Zemo was an intimidating man; calm, cool, and collected at all times, with eyes like a hawk that bore into Irina’s very soul each time he looked at her. She spent two months talking with him every other day, trying anything and everything she could to get him to talk, but he remained silent. At first, she tried asking him questions outright, but he wouldn’t ever say a word – just stare at her with those cold, calculating eyes. So, Irina changed her approach; they would chat idly in Sokovian to build rapport via their shared mother tongue, or she would ramble about her day, what book she was currently reading, her favorite movies, dates she went on. Those topics got him talking, chatting with her about the miscellaneous subjects she brought up, and both she and her supervisors took it as a good sign. She found that they shared similarities in terms of the loss of their families, and how the destruction of Sokovia hurt them both. Despite how frequently they spoke, he still never revealed anything of importance. After two months, her boss had a few interrogation experts give her some training, so she tried their tactics for another month, but she still got nowhere with him.

Three months after Irina began trying to get intel from Zemo, she sat down in the chair outside his cell, and huffed out a sigh.

“I’m afraid this will be my last visit, Zemo.”

“Why?” His voice held surprise, and a tinge of sadness.

“As you know, they assigned me to visit you for the sake of getting information from you. I’ve been consistently empty-handed over the past four months, so they’re giving up, assigning me back to regular patrol duty.”

“Will I still see you?”

“No. They’re moving me to the women’s side of the prison next week.”

Zemo simply stared at the ground in silence, hands clasped in his lap. Irina allowed the silence to linger for several minutes, then pulled something from her bag, unlocked the small opening on the side of his cell where guards gave him meals, slid the item through, and locked it shut again. He eyed it for a moment before standing and retrieving it, sitting back down on the bed as he looked at it.

“It’s that book I told you about last month, the one you said sounded interesting. Consider it a parting gift.”

He still said nothing, gaze locked on the book cover. Irina cleared her throat and stood, putting her bag on her shoulder as she looked to Zemo one last time.

“It has been nice getting to know you, Zemo. Take care of yourself.”

As Irina pulled open the door to leave, Zemo’s voice called out, “Wait!” She turned to face him and found that he was standing, clenching and unclenching his jaw as if he were thinking, before stating, “Tell your superiors that I will give them one piece of information on HYDRA every two months if you will have lunch with me twice each week.”

Irina’s brows raised in surprise, but she nodded in understanding. “I’ll pass the message along, Zemo.”

“Please… call me Helmut.”

The higher-ups were more than happy to agree to his terms, as long as Irina was okay with them as well, since it involved her. But she wasn't stupid. She told them that it felt like quite an undertaking to agree to such a thing, she had been considering looking for another job in the near future, etcetera. Naturally, they offered to double her pay to persuade her to commit to the arrangement, and it was then that she agreed. In truth, it was no skin off Irina’s nose to do it in the first place. As deranged as it was, Zemo had become her friend, her only friend, and she quite enjoyed talking with him. And even more deranged – bordering psychotic, really – she had developed a bit of a crush on him, finding him to be dangerously handsome and intelligent, so she certainly had no quarrels with agreeing to spend time with him.

Time seemed to fly when Irina began her twice weekly visits to Zemo. She found herself eagerly awaiting their lunches, and she always stayed longer than necessary. She would have rather eaten glass than admit it, but she frequently put a bit more effort into her hair and makeup on the days she would be seeing him.

God, I’m fucking pathetic, Irina thought to herself at least once a week, and yet it never stopped her.

It was another few months later when he said something that made her stomach drop to the pits of hell, and a cold sweat to break out on her skin.

“I know who you are, you know. I have since you first introduced yourself. Irina Molnár, the disappearing girl – at least, that’s what the headlines called you. I remember reading about it when I was a teenager, but the story was forgotten within a week.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Irina replied, but Zemo could hear the quiver in her voice.

“My apologies, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I have no intention of mentioning it to anyone besides you. I have simply been wondering… were the rumors true? Can you really just disappear into thin air?”

When Irina hesitated, he added, “Irina, no one would believe me if I told them, and even if they did, they would have no way to prove it. Besides, we have been acquainted for nearly a year now. You are my only solace in this living hell. I would have gone mad had you not came into my life. I would never do anything to risk you harm.”

She exhaled slowly, and looked at the ground when she said, “It’s not ‘disappearing.’ It’s teleporting.”

Zemo leaned forward in his seat, visibly invested in her confession.

“I’ve been able to do it since I was four. Scared my parents half to death when I suddenly appeared before their eyes, having been across the house mere seconds before. I learned to control it pretty quickly, but that day in Sokovia… I was only ten years old, and a car was coming right at me, full speed, so I panicked. I teleported home right before it crushed me, and it would have been a non-issue if my classmate hadn’t been a few feet away and saw the whole thing. He ran his mouth to the press about my identity, so we had to leave.”

“That was why you moved to Russia, not because your father got a job there,” Zemo realized, remembering when you initially told him about your move and falsified the reasoning.

“Yes. It happened again there, when someone shot at me. No one who was around at the time knew my name, so it never made it to the press, but my parents were overly cautious, so we fled to Germany. I’ve not done it since, besides in the comfort of my own home.”

“Show me.”

“You say stupid things for such a brilliant man, Helmut,” Irina said, nodding toward the camera in the corner of the room.

“After you get home tonight, teleport into my cell.”

“Did you miss what I said about the camera, or…?”

“The camera does not have a view of my bed. It only reaches the middle of my cell, not the very back of it where the bed is,” Zemo pointed out, and Irina realized that he was right. She had been in the camera room several times; the camera there did indeed only show the room and half of his cell, never the bed.

“I’ll think about it.”

Zemo smiled brightly, looking excited, like a little kid about to see a magic trick. That alone was enough to motivate Irina to do it, just for the opportunity to see that smile again. So, when she got home that night, she changed into a flowy, deep green sundress, touched up her makeup and hair, strapped on a nice pair of sandals, and then stood in her living room, hyping herself up to take such a risk.

There was a chance that she would get caught. Teleporting in front of anyone was always a risk, no matter what, her parents had always told her. But then that damned, dashing smile crossed Irina's mind, and before she had time to second-guess herself, she was standing at the foot of Zemo’s bed.

The book he’d been reading flew out of his hands as he practically jumped out of his skin, falling to the ground with a loud whack, and he pressed a palm to his chest as he tried to calm his erratic breathing.

“We really should have scheduled a specific time for your arrival,” he muttered, and Irina laughed softly. Thankfully, the cameras had no sound, but if a guard were passing by outside, they may have heard her. When he caught his breath a moment later, Zemo sat up in the bed, letting his legs hang off the edge as he patted the spot beside him. Irina took a seat, crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands.

“So, you were telling the truth. You can actually teleport,” Zemo observed, eyeing her with amusement and interest before he bombarded her with questions. “Can you teleport anywhere in the world? Are there parameters for your distance or location? How long does it take you to travel from one place to another? What does it feel like?”

“I can teleport anywhere I’ve been to or seen photographs of. I cannot do it blindly. The distance nor location does not matter, as long as I have seen my destination before. And it feels like… a slight tingling sensation, all over my body, but it only lasts until I arrive, which takes about a half second.”

“Fascinating,” Zemo whispered. He licked his lips before asking, “Are you capable of teleporting another individual along with you?”

Irina frowned at him. “I’m not breaking you out of prison, Helmut.”

“I didn’t ask that.”

“No, but you were alluding to it,” she countered, and he shrugged. “I can teleport another individual, but only over small distances. Each time I’ve tried, the most distance I’ve gotten with another person has been about ten yards.”

“Perhaps with practice, you could go further.”

“I practiced for years, and ten yards seems to be the true limit. Besides, the only others who have ever known about my ability were my parents, and since they’re gone, I have no test subjects.”

Zemo nodded solemnly, then asked, “What about teleporting repeatedly, in ten yard increments?”

“Tried that. Can only do it about three times before I’m too drained to do it again. Teleporting back-to-back with another person takes a lot of energy,” Irina answered, then added, “And again, even if I could, I am not breaking you out.”

“I am merely interested in your mutation, that is all,” Zemo retorted. Irina shot him a look that said ‘Really?’ so he relented with, “Perhaps also because I wanted to know if you could break me out, but that’s neither here nor there.”

"That's what I thought."

It was another month before either party made a move. They were sitting on Zemo’s bed, side by side, as Irina told him about her day at work, and the man who'd tried hitting on her in the grocery store earlier that evening.

"He thought he was very Rico Suave, but his execution was a nightmare."

"How so?"

"Well, for starters, he followed me around for nearly ten minutes while he worked up the courage to say something. He waited until I walked past him and greeted me with 'Hey, sexy lady.'"

"Oh no," Zemo said, grinning as he looked genuinely amused at this man's poor tactics, although his amusement was contingent upon whether or not Irina was actually interested in him. The way she poked fun at the man indicated a lack of interest, therefore, he was enjoying her tale.

"Oh yes. He then asked if it hurt when I fell from heaven, which is the most overused line in the book, yet he said it with such confidence. And then – get this – he leaned onto what he thought was a shelf, but it was actually a stacked display of cans, which toppled over and sent a hundred soup cans flying down the aisle."

Zemo chuckled, prompting Irina to continue.

"He played it off by saying that my beauty is just so distracting that he didn't even realize what he was doing, and then asked for my phone number."

"Did you give it to him?"

"Absolutely not," Irina said, laughing softly and shaking her head. Zemo was momentarily entranced by the way her beautiful hair fell around her face, and the sound of her laugh.

"Why not?"

"Not my type."

"What is your ‘type’?"

Irina leaned back on the wall behind her, looking up at the ceiling as she thought carefully. "Confidence, but not cockiness. Intelligence. Wit. Sarcastic senses of humor. Men with a sense of passion to them; some kind of fire and gusto about something, whether it be their work, art, music." She looked over at Zemo then, and allowed her gaze to travel slowly up and down his form. "Currently, my type seems to be men I can't have."

Zemo eyed her carefully, allowing himself to absorb her words fully for several moments. She was describing him – he just knew it. Or, he was too blinded by hopefulness and desire to realize that she wasn’t, but he figured there was only one way to find out. So, he leaned forward, closing the gap between them, and pressed his lips to hers.

Irina hesitated for half a second, surprised by his actions, but she recovered quickly and kissed him back. It was gentle, sweet, and explorative, both parties simply enjoying it while it lasts. Neither had any idea how long it lasted, as time stood still. Zemo was the first to pull away, eyes scanning Irina’s face as he looked at her with sheer adoration, as well as a touch of nervousness.

"I understand if you wish for me to never do that again, and I understand if you'd prefer to never see me again. But please know that I did not do that out of blind lust, or anything other fleeting emotion. I did it because my heart has yearned for you every day since first meeting you, and finally having you here next to me, where I can touch you… it was genuinely unbearable to hold myself back from kissing you. I have not felt anything like this since losing my wife, and I did not think my heart was capable of ever feeling it again. But you proved me wrong. I know I am risking an end to the only true human contact I have while trapped inside this cell, which truly frightens me, but the unyielding desire to tell you that I love you overpowers that fear."

Irina stared at him in shock for a few moments, before leaning her head back against the wall and closing her eyes. She exhaled slowly as she collected her thoughts before speaking. "Helmut… I love you, too, but I don't know how this would even work. You're never getting out of here. How can we have any kind of relationship when you're locked in a cell for the rest of your days?"

"We will make it work, my darling," Zemo said, sitting up straighter and turning to face her. "I will ensure that we mimic a true relationship as much as possible. I cannot wine and dine you as I would like to do, but I can easily bribe the guards to have lavish meals brought here for us to share on evenings such as these. I cannot take you out for birthdays or anniversaries, but I will ensure that you are showered with gifts on those days. My angel, I cannot give you a normal life, but I can promise to endlessly strive to make you happy."

Irina stared deeply into his eyes for what felt like an eternity, and she saw nothing but genuity, longing, and adoration there. She could feel the sincerity in his words, feel how desperately he wished for her to agree to his proposal. She was no fool; she knew that their relationship would be a struggle, and she knew that it would never be any resemblance of normal. But she also knew that he made her heart soar in a way no other man ever had, and that she would die feeling like she missed out on something incredible if she walked away from Zemo now.

“Okay,” Irina whispered, mostly to herself, before repeating it in a stronger, more self-assured voice. “Okay.”

For a man who always knew what to say, Zemo was at a loss for words, overcome with joy. He simply cupped her cheek and kissed her, far more passionately than before, allowing his triumphant and ecstatic feeling to flow through the kiss. Irina gripped the front of his sweatshirt in her fists, melting into him, before wrapping her arms around his neck as his free hand moved to rest on the curve of her waist.

Ages had passed by the time they broke apart, foreheads resting against each other as they fought to catch their breaths. Irina was the first to break the comfortable silence they created, laughing quietly in disbelief at the events that had just transpired. Zemo followed suit, a deep, velvety chuckle bubbling up from his chest. He pressed another kiss to her lips before leaning back and looking at her. They gazed at each other in sheer contented bliss for a few moments more, before Irina became the first to speak.

“I love you, Helmut.”

“And I love you, darling.”

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The sound of the front door opening caused Irina to immediately look up from the book she'd been reading. She frowned, then stood and headed for the door as quickly as possible, calling out, "Nikolai! You know better than to open that door, young man!" When she reached the entryway, she stopped dead in her tracks.

There stood Helmut, wearing the softest, sweetest smile she'd ever seen as he opened his arms to her. She hesitated a moment, unsure whether or not it was real, before he murmured, "Hello, my love." His voice – that alluring raspy undertone, and the gentleness it took on as he spoke to her – broke Irina from her trance, and she ran to him and into his arms, careful of her rounded belly.

Zemo stroked her hair and held her, and her arms around his neck gripped him like a vice, to the point that it hurt a little, but he'd never tell her that. A small sob fell from Irina's lips before she even realized she'd started crying, and he whispered sweet nothings in her ear in Sokovian to soothe her, about how much he loved her and how happy he was to see her. When her crying quieted down a bit, he pulled away to kiss her, a kiss full of love and longing. When he broke the kiss a few moments later, she stroked his cheek lovingly, and he wiped the stray tears from her eyes.

"How are you here? What happened?" Irina asked, and only then did she notice the two men standing awkwardly by the doorway, their faces a mixture of suspicion and surprise. "Who are they?"

"They are the men who helped me escape. James was previously known as the Winter Soldier, and Sam is currently known as the Falcon, an Avenger."

Irina raised an eyebrow at him. "But… you… the Avengers… the Winter Soldier…."

"I know, I know. I am just as surprised as you are, but they need me for something, something very important."

"The Flag Smashers? I saw them on the news. They have Super Soldiers somehow."

"Yes, darling, exactly right. We'll find them, defeat them, and I'll be back before you know it."

Irina understood the implication of his words. He'd be back, but whether that would be in her home or in his cell was yet to be determined. But she knew him. She knew that he would not take his newfound freedom as a one-time opportunity. A storm of thoughts about what that would mean for them flashed through her mind, but Zemo’s hands on her stomach snapped her out of it.

"How is our daughter?" he asked, gently rubbing Irina’s baby bump, a bright smile blooming when the child inside kicked at his hands, as she always did. She had only been in existence for seven months, and she wasn't even born yet, but she already favored him over her mother.

"She's good, she's been moving around a lot today, as if she knew her Daddy was coming," Irina replied, earning a grin from Zemo. "The doctors told me this morning that her heartbeat is strong and she appears to be the picture of health."

"Good, good. And what about –"

"DADDY!" a tiny voice bellowed from down the hall, and they turned to see a small boy running full speed toward Zemo. Irina stepped back to allow him a clear passageway, smiling as Helmut crouched down to meet him, enveloping the boy in an embrace as he collided with his father's chest.

"Nikolai, I've missed you," Zemo stated, rubbing the boy's back as he stood, still holding his son. Irina caught the way her husband's voice wavered when he said that, and she laid a comforting hand on his back.

"I've missed you too, Daddy. Are you living with me and Mommy now?" Nikolai asked, leaning back in his father's arms to gaze at him with excitement plain on his face. Zemo gave him a smile, but Irina could see the sadness in it, knowing the future was uncertain.

"Not quite, buddy. Just here for a visit," Zemo replied, and Irina rubbed his back comfortingly before pressing a kiss to their son's temple.

Their family time was interrupted by Sam clearing his throat loudly, and when Zemo turned to face him, his smile faded.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Zemo, you've got some explaining to do, and not much time to do it. Don't forget we're on borrowed time here."

"Right," Zemo confirmed, then exhaled slowly. "James, Sam, this is my wife Irina and our son Nikolai…. He is five, and Irina is seven months along."

Confusion washed over both men's faces, and they exchanged a glance before the other, James, was the first to speak.

"But… you've been in prison for eight years. Have you been escaping every few years and no one's noticed?"

"I have not left my cell in eight years, consecutively. But my wife is capable of getting into my cell as often as we wish."

"So, what? You've just been having conjugal visits all the damn time? And the prison staff green-lit that?" Sam asked.

"No, not exactly," Zemo answered, then glanced at Irina. They shared a look before she explained further.

"I can teleport. I met Helmut when I was tasked with extrapolating information about HYDRA from him, and he refused to share anything unless the prison staff agreed to let him meet with me twice a week, just to chat, in which case he'd give them tidbits of information bi-monthly. They agreed, and before long, I revealed my ability to him. I'd visit him in his cell occasionally, because the cameras only show half of it. Over time, well… we fell in love. Nikolai came a few years later, and now…" Irina trailed off, then rubbed a hand over her pregnant belly.

"Why didn't you ever bust him out?" James asked.

"I can only teleport small distances with another person, and I can only do it twice at the most, so we'd have never made it off the grounds."

James and Sam were silent for a moment, absorbing the information they'd been given. Sam was the first to break the silence.

"Zemo, you said this little pitstop would benefit me and Bucky. But it's not like she can go with us," he said, sounding a bit irritated as he gestured towards Irina’s stomach. "So what the hell was the point?"

"It does benefit you. You now possess the knowledge that a teleporter exists. Congratulations," Zemo said dryly, then looked at his wife and son for a moment, before returning his attention to the men. "Sam, the point was that I lost my family when Sokovia was destroyed, and the family I have now has only ever seen me inside a prison cell. I wanted my son to have at least one memory of his father in his home with him."

James – no, Bucky, apparently – and Sam exchanged a look, before Bucky sighed and looked to Zemo.

"You have one hour. Sam and I will be guarding the exits, so don't try to escape. If you do…." He trailed off after glancing at Nikolai. "Let's just say it won't be pretty."

True to their word, Sam and Bucky remained stationed outside the home, one out front and one out back. Zemo milked that hour as much as possible, spending most of it in his son’s room with him and Irina, listening intently to Nikolai tell him all about what’s been going on at school, his favorite shows, the trip he took to the zoo the day before with Irina, etc.. He even told Zemo about each and every one of his toys, simply enjoying talking to his dad, and although Zemo was the one to send almost every one to him, therefore he already knew about them, he didn’t mention that. He simply listened intently as his son spoke, enjoying the quality time with him, exchanging smiles and occasional kisses with Irina. She showed him the nursery she’d been working on for their daughter, and he finished putting together the crib she’d started, Nikolai happily handing him parts and screws as needed. Zemo also moved the dresser and changing table to where she’d wanted them but couldn’t move them herself, then they settled into the living room shortly before the hour was up.

Sam and Bucky reentered the house to find the family sitting around the coffee table, playing a game of Jenga. They stood silently in the doorway to the living room, watching as Nikolai carefully drew a block from the tower before placing it back on the top with a triumphant look on his little face. Zemo commended his concentration, then drew a block himself, although he intentionally wiggled it a little so that the tower came toppling down.

“I won! Daddy, I won!”

“Yes, you did, my son. Excellent job,” Zemo said warmly, then glanced at Sam and Bucky before scooping the boy up into a tight hug. “Daddy has to go now, but I will see you again soon.”

“Do you have to go?”

“I’m afraid so. But I need you to promise me something before I leave. Take care of your mom for me, will you?”

“I will, I promise.”

“Good boy,” Zemo said with a smile, then kissed Nikolai’s forehead and set him down. Zemo stood and helped Irina stand up, hugging her tightly as he buried his face into her neck. Quietly, so that no one but her could hear, he said, “I will not be going back to prison unless there is no other way, but know that yours and our children’s safety is my utmost concern.”

“I know, Helmut,” Irina whispered back, and he pressed a long, lingering kiss to her lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, my angel,” Zemo murmured against her lips, then stooped down to hug his son again. “And I love you, Nikolai.”

“I love you, too, Daddy,” the boy responded, and the way his voice quivered as he choked back tears broke his parents’ hearts into a million pieces. Reluctantly, Zemo let him go and he wrapped his arms around his mother’s leg, resting his head against her as he sniffled and she rubbed his back.

“Be safe, sweetheart,” Irina commanded.

Zemo nodded to her before walking over to join Sam and Bucky. With one last heartbroken look at his family, he left, closing the door behind him as he let out a shaky breath. He didn’t meet the other men’s eyes as he walked over to the car, and after they all piled in, they drove in silence to the airport, off to their next stop in Madripoor.

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hetalia-reacts · 3 years

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👉👈 hecc

Hope u wouldnt mind but headcanons for allies also including Prussia reacting a short s/o ?

I wouldn’t mind at all~

America

Alfred thinks your height is the cutest thing ever

I mean you’re so tiny and he’s so tall!

You can bet he’s going to pick you up a lot if you need something off the shelves

I mean it’s a perfect opportunity to be close to you, help you, and he gets to show off his hero strength

If you suggest a little step stool or climb on the counters he will literally come up with any excuse so that doesn’t happen

Please let him help you like that, or at least let him get it, it makes him feel like he’s your own personal hero

He likes to joke around with you and rest his arm on your head, but only if you actually think that’s funny

If it annoys you or makes you insecure he’ll apologize and won’t do it ever again

The last thing he would want to do is make you mad or insecure

Speaking of insecure, if you dislike your height and think negatively of yourself rest assured your hero is on the way

Will cuddle you and tell you how much he loves you and your height

Constantly reminds you how cute you are and if cute isn’t your style he’ll tell you have cool your height makes you

If you need him to, or really let him have enough time to, he will make a list on why being short is cooler than being tall

Alfred will also not hesitate to stop anyone from bullying you over something like your height

Someone said something mean or unnecessary? Point him at the guy and it’s over for ‘em

Would want to call you something funny as a pet name

like you could be shortstack and he can be beanstalk or something

Alfred is a dork, but he loves you and everything about you

England

Arthur adores your height

It became something he came to really appreciate and love while being with you

He likes that you ask him for help with things that are too high for you to reach

And that you fit perfectly with him when you guys cuddle

Plus not to mention he loves the size difference between you, even if it isn’t a lot it’s something he secretly loves

Never mentions anything about your height for the most part

No teasing or jokes about it

He’s scared that would hurt your feelings or make you feel bad

Plus he knows how it feels to be on the receiving end of bullying for something you can’t change

If you ever bring up being insecure about your height or simply just getting annoyed by it one day he’ll get really defensive of you

Like how could you say that about yourself? About something he adores about you?

Mandatory cuddle session after that

he’s not letting you get away without some encouragement and sweet words

If anyone else mentions it and you get sad, oh boy

They are getting a harsh lecture from him about being a gentlemen/lady

France

Francis doesn’t think much of your height if he’s being honest

Like is it adorable watching you stand on your tippy toes to reach things? Yes of course it is

But does he make it a point to mention it and make your lack of height apparent? No absolutely not

He would get stuff off the shelves for you but only if you were to ask

He’s kind of big on not making you feel less than or like you can’t do things on your own

Admittedly he enjoys being able to rest his chin on the top of your head while you two hug

Very endearing in his mind

If you get insecure about your height he’s there for you every step of the way

Francis can’t stand watching you get sad or angry with yourself, especially over something you have no control over

So he will comfort you through the whole episode

He’ll make you food, cuddle you, compliment you, heck he’d sing to you if that’s what was going to make you feel better

If someone else was making you feel bad about your height Francis would handle the situation

While he isn’t much on fighting He’d gladly square up to someone that made you feel bad about yourself

Or if you’d prefer he’d go over there and just angrily talk it out with the person

In the end, Francis can’t say being short is what drew him to you, but he can appreciate how cute it makes you and how it’s just another part of what makes you beautiful in his eyes

Canada

Matthew enjoys how short you are

And the height difference that it brings

Like how cute is it that you aren’t eye level with him unless you stand on something

And when you have to stand on your tippy-toes to reach something? Or when you climb on stuff to reach stuff?

He lives for it honestly

Would never pick you up to reach stuff, but he did think about it once or twice but figured it would be rude if he did that

Does want to call you a nickname in reference to your height and he will gladly accept any nickname you might want to give him in return

Doesn’t tease you about your height though, he’s not trying to make it a sore subject or anything

If it is a sore subject he’ll be delicate when bringing it up or cracking any seemingly harmless jokes

If you’re getting down on yourself about the height he’s going to cuddle and compliment you for weeks to come

Like makes it a point to bring it up and bring up how great it is

Someone else says something about your height? Well he’s not going to do much to them and would rather comfort you before it starts to hurt your feelings

Expect him to kiss the top of your head a lot or just rest his chin on your head while hugging or cuddling

Matthew will be expecting you to steal his hoodies from him because please it’s so cute they’re giant on you and he loves to see it

Russia

Ivan loves it obviously

I mean he’s a literal giant and seeing you so short compared to him makes his heart do the melting thing

It makes him want to protect you from the world

Even if you are crazy strong and assertive

Picking you up is a habit for him at this point

Like you don’t even have to ask to get something, he just does it

It might be a little insulting, but he’s not meaning for it to be that way

100% rests his hand on your head

Not to demean you or crush you, just to pat your head and have the comfort of knowing you’re there and he’s there for you

If you begin to feel down in the dumps over your height I feel like Ivan would be the one to suggest some logical solutions to it while also being supportive

Like he’ll suggest heels or platform shoes, but he’ll also tell you that you’re perfect just the way you are and you don’t need those things

If someone else says something mean about it

Well the metal pipe may come into play, or some very ominous staring and creepy smiling to mess with the person if you won’t let him handle it physically

Often gives you his scarf or coat to wear

They are gigantic compared to you and he likes to wrap you up in them

China

Yao thinks your height is adorable and has always thought that since first meeting you

He thinks it’s very cute and considering he isn’t the tallest among many it’s kind of nice to be taller than his s/o

Would never try to pick you up to reach things

Or say anything that might be considered mean about your height

He just isn’t about making you feel bad about something like that

Likes to kiss the top of your head or your forehead

If you mention not liking your height Yao goes into mama mode

Questions about who made you feel this way, why they said that, and why they’re wrong are flying out of his mouth at a mile a minute

He’s going to be the one to tell you not to think that way about yourself because you were made perfect, but if you wanted to wear heels or something that made you appear taller he wouldn’t stop you

If somebody said something mean about your height in front of him it’s on

Yao will actively attack whoever said something about you, it will be hands on-site, no further questions

Will ask you to wear his clothes a lot

He thinks they suit you and he can’t get over how long the sleeves are for you

Prussia

Gilbert is always very aware of your height

For starters, he probably doesn’t tower over you but still

you’re much shorter than him and that makes him think he needs to be delicate with you

Even if in reality you could best him in a fight any day of the week with your hands tied behind your back

He likes to pick you up and spin you around

Also likes to pick you up rather than just get something down from the higher shelves for you

Piggybacks you a lot so you can see over crowds or just because

Gilbert really likes that he can easily kiss the top of your head

and that he can tuck you under his chin like it was nothing

Really just makes him feel like he can protect you from anything

If someone says something nasty to you about your height Gilbert will throw hands

He's certainly thrown them for less so why not now

If you won't let him get physical, fine, he won't cause a scene

but you're gonna have to deal with his overprotectiveness and affection for the rest of the day

and god forbid you're getting down on yourself about your height

He's going to make a list of all your strengths and the advantages of being short

those include getting head kisses from him, being able to fit perfectly in his arms, and being able to hide basically anywhere you want for hide and seek

The list is kind of childish but his goal was to make you feel better by laughing while also getting to compliment you

If you were to wear his clothes he might die by the sight of you drowning in them, so proceed with caution

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him-e · 3 years

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what did you think of shadow and bone? have you read the books? i only read the duology

Thoughts on Shadow and Bone, now that you've probably seen it?

I think the show is alright? It lacks a real wow factor as far as I’m concerned, but it’s enjoyable. It’s especially enjoyable in those parts I didn’t anticipate to like / didn’t even know would be there.

Whereas the main selling points leave a lot to be desired.

The good stuff: the visuals. The aesthetic. The overall concept. Production, casting and costumes are excellent, the setting is fascinating. The worldbuilding isn’t perfect and is sometimes confusing, which is probably due to the show jumping ahead of the books and introducing elements that happen much later in the book saga, but I’m loving the vague steampunk-y vibe of it mixed with more typical fantasy stuff and slavic-inspired lore, the fact that it’s set in dystopian Russia rather than your usual ye olde England.

I find it interesting that in this ‘verse the Grisha are simultaneously superstars, privileged elite, legendary creatures and despised outcasts, according to the context and the type of magic they wield. It’s A Lot, and so far it’s all a bit underdeveloped and messy, like a patchwork of different narratives and tropes sewn together without an organic worldbuilding structure. (there are hints to a past when they were hunted, but how did they go from that to being, essentially, an institutionalized asset to the government isn’t clear yet. There’s huge narrative potential in this, and I hope future seasons will delve into those aspects)

Many of the supporting characters are surprisingly solid. I appreciated that Genya and Zoya eventually sort of traded places, subverting the audience’s assumptions about them and their own character stereotypes, despite the little screentime they were given.

Breakout characters/ships for me were Nina/Matthias, and even more so the Crows, i.e. the stuff I didn’t see coming and knew nothing about (having only read the first book). (I thought the entire Crows subplot was handled in a somewhat convoluted way, at least in the first episodes; it was hard to keep track of who wanted Alina and why, but the Crows’ chemistry is so strong it carried the whole Plot B on its shoulders).

HELNIK. As an enemies to lovers dynamic, Helnik was SUPER on the nose, I’d say bordering on clichéd with the unapologetic, straight outta fanfiction use of classic tropes like “we need to team up to survive” and “there’s only one bed and we’ll freeze to death if we don’t take our conveniently damp clothes off and keep each other warm with the heat of our naked bodies” (not that I’m complaining, but i like to pine for my ships a bit before getting to the juicy tropetown part, tyvm). And then they’re suddenly on opposite sides again because of a tragic misunderstanding - does Bardugo hate high-conflict dynamics? It certainly seems so, because between Helnik and Darklina I’m starting to see a pattern where the slow burn and blossoming mutual trust is rushed and painted in broad, stereotypical strokes to get as fast as possible to the part where they *hate each other again* and that’s... huh. Something.

^That’s probably why I’m almost more interested in Kaz x Inej, because their relationship feels a bit more nuanced, a bit more mysterious, and a bit more unpredictable. (I didn’t bother spoiling myself about them, so I really don’t know where they’re going, but it’s refreshing to see a dynamic that the narrative isn’t scrambling to define in one direction or the other as quickly as possible)

Now, as for Darklina VS Malina... I found exactly what I expected.

Both are ship dynamics I’m, on principle, very much into (light heroine/dark villain, pining friends to lovers) but both are also much less interesting than they claim to be, or could have been with different narrative choices. I’ll concede that the show characters are all more fleshed out and likable than their book counterparts, and the cringe parts I vaguely remembered from the books played out differently. And, well, Ben Barnes dominates the scene, he’s hot as HELL, literally every single second he’s on screen is a fuck you to Bardugo’s attempts to make his character lame and uninteresting and I’m LOVING it, lol.

But yeah, B Barnes aside, Darklina is intrinsically, deliberately made to be unshippable.

It makes me mad, because it’s - archetypally speaking - made of shipping dynamite: yin/yang-sun and moon, opposites attract, COMPLEMENTARY POWERS AND SO ON. And what does Bardugo do with these ingredients? A FUCKING DELIBERATE DISASTER:

^ Placing the kiss so early on (season 1, episode five) effectively kills the romantic tension that was (correctly) building up until that point, and leaves the audience very little to still hope for, in terms of emotional evolution of the dynamic.

Bardugo lays all the good stuff down as early and quickly as possible (the bonding, the conflicted attraction, the recognizing the other as one’s equal, etc) only to turn the tables and pull the rug so y’all sick creepyshippers won’t have anything to look forward to, because THEY’VE ALREADY HOOKED UP AND THAT BELONGS TO THE PAST, IT’S OVER, THEY’RE ENEMIES. This, combined to the fact that she falls for him *without* knowing who he really is, is the opposite of what I want from a heroine/villain ship (it’s basically lovers to enemies, and while that can be valid too, I wanted to see more pining and more prolonged, tormented symbolic attraction to the Shadow/Animus on Alina’s part).

But here’s the trick: it’s not marketed as lovers to enemies - it has all the aesthetics and trappings of an enemies to lovers (the Darkling is, from the get go, villain-presenting, starting from his name), so it genuinely feels like a trollfic, or at the very least a cautionary tale *against* shipping the heroine with the tall dark brooding young villain, and I don’t think it’s cool at all. It makes the story WAY less interesting, because it humanizes the villain early on (when it’s not yet useful or poignant to the story, because it’s unearned) but it’s a red herring. The real plot twist is that the villain shouldn’t be sympathized with, just defeated: there’s a promise of nuanced storytelling, that is quickly denied and tossed aside. So is the idea of incorporating your Shadow (a notion that Bardugo must be familiar with, otherwise she wouldn’t have structured Alina and the Darkling as polar opposites who complement each other, but that she categorically refutes)

Then we have Malina. The good ship.

Look, I’m not that biased against it. I don’t want to be biased on principle against a friends to lovers dynamic that antagonizes a heroine/villain one, because every narrative is different, and for personal reasons I can deeply relate to the idea of being (unspeakably) in love with your best friend. So there are aspects of Malina that I can definitely be into, but it troubles me that in this specific context it’s framed as a regression. It’s Alina’s comfort zone, a fading dream of happiness from an idealized childhood, to sustain which the heroine systematically stunts her growth and literally repressed her own powers, something that in the books made her sickly and weak. But the narrative weirdly romanticizes this codependency, often making her tunnel vision re: going back to Mal her primary goal and centering on him her entire backstory/motivation, to the point that when she starts acting more serious re: her powers and alleged mission to destroy the Fold, it feels inorganic and unearned.

Mal is intrinsically extraneous to Alina’s powers, he doesn’t share them, he doesn’t understand them, he has little to offer to help her with them, and so the feeling is that he’s also extraneous to her heroine’s journey, aside from being a sort of sidekick or safe harbor to eventually come back to. People have compared him to Raoul from Phantom of the Opera, and yeah, he has the same ~magic neutralizer~ vibe, tbh.

The narrative also polarizes Mal’s normalcy and relative “safety” against Aleksander’s sexy evil, framing Alina’s quasi-platonic fixation on the former as a better and purer form of love than her (much more visible and palpable) attraction to the latter. This is exacerbated by the show almost entirely relying on scenes of them as kids to convey their bond. I’m sure there are ways to depict innocent pining for your best friend that don’t involve obsessively focusing on flashbacks of two CHILDREN running in a meadow and looking exactly like brother and sister. LIKE. I get it, they’re like soulmates in every possible way, BUT DO THEY WANT TO KISS EACH OTHER?

Which brings me to a general complain: for a young adult saga centering on a young heroine and full of so many hot people, this story is weirdly unsexy? There are a lot of shippable dynamics, but they’re done in such a careless, ineffective way that makes ZERO EFFORT to work on stuff like slow burn, pining and romantic tension, and when it does it’s so heavy handed that the viewer doesn’t feel encouraged at all to fill the blanks with their imagination and start anticipating things (which is, imo, the ESSENCE of shipping). The one dynamic that got vaguely close to this is, again, Kaz and Inej, and coincidentally it’s also the one we didn’t get confirmed as romantic YET. Other than that, where’s the slow burn? What ship am I supposed to agonize over during the hiatus to season two? Has shipping become something to feel ashamed of, like an embarrassing relative you no longer want to invite in your home?

Anyway, back to Alina/Darkling/Mal, this is how the story reads to me:

girl suspects to be special, carefully pretends to be normal so she can stay with Good Boy

the girl’s powers eventually manifest; she’s forcibly separated from Good Boy

the girl’s powers attract Bad Boy who is her equal and opposite but is also a major asshole

girl initially falls for Bad Boy; has to learn a hard lesson that nobody that sexy will ever want her for who she is, he’s just trying to exploit her

also, no, there is no such thing as a Power Couple

girl is literally given a slave collar by Bad Boy through which he harnesses her power (a parody of the Twin Scars trope)

you know how the story initially suggested that the joint powers of Darkness and Light would defeat evil? LOL NO, Darkness is actually evil itself and the way you destroy evil is using Light to destroy Darkness, forget that whole Jungian bullshit of integrating your shadow, silly!

conclusion: girl realizes being special sucks. She was right all along! Hiding and suppressing her powers was the best choice! She goes back to the start, to the same Good Boy she was meekly pining for prior to the start of the story.

... there’s an uncomfortable overall subtext that reads a lot like a cautionary tale against - look, not just against darkships and villain/heroine pairings, but also *overpowered* heroines and, well... change? Growth?

Like, it’s certainly a Choice that Alina starts the story *already* in love with Mal. That she always knew it was him. The realization could have happened later (making the dynamic much more shippable, too), but no.

#anon #asks #*#sab for ts #long post #darklina for ts #malina for ts #sorry it took me a while but i wanted to see the whole season first

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If you wanted to make a "punchier" origin for the Shadow, wouldn't it make more sense to emphasize his roots as a war veteran? Assuming the stories are still in the 30's, he's fought in WW1, he's seen the atrocities committed 'cause of a single assassination, so he builds his organization of agents to stop similar events from happening.

It does, yes. It tends to get brought up by modern creators that want to avoid the movie backstory, but still want to add some more personal dramatic background to a Shadow story. But modern audiences seem to want something punchier than "went to war, picked up a lot of skills, decided to fight crime with them", which is the cliffnotes version of the typical American pulp hero origin.

I use "punchy" in the sense of it being something instantly dramatic and easily understood at first glance in order to get the character's motivation, like dead parents for superheroes or John Wick's dead dog, something that immediately creates a "relatable" sales pitch.

Backstory-wise, The Shadow is more like Wolverine in the sense that their backstories are more of a sandbox writers can play around to add to the character rather than a rigid guideline of what defines their motivation, but even then, Wolverine has Weapon X. You can know nothing else about Wolverine's origin other than he was tortured and treated like an animal by mad scientists and you'd still get the basic gist of his motivation now, where as The Shadow's motivation (and inner thoughts in general) have been much more out of focus.

Not entirely hidden, mind you, but it's easy for a lot of fans, even those who've read the pulp stories, to try and fill in the gaps because they expect some grand mystery of a motivation, and not just that he does what he does because he can and because he cares about helping people, and it's maybe the least complicated thing about his entire character (not that it's without reasons or motivations proper), because it's the only thing that tangibly anchors The Shadow as a character to...anything, really.

If you want an appropriately "punchy" origin story in The Shadow, you'll find instead something like a young man tossing himself off a bridge out of sheer desperation after losing all control of his life, before being whisked away at the last minute by a stranger who looks like "Death itself" and steps in to take the reigns by stating "Your life is no longer your own. It now belongs to me". And I suspect half the reason why that line's become so famous, and so misinterpreted, is because it's a raw ass line of dialogue out of context, especially if you hear about The Shadow with the impression he's a superhero and, well, superheroes don't say that kind of thing.

Like I said before, I "get" why the movie backstory existed (especially considering it's for a movie and movies do kinda mandate short-term backstories), and the idea of him having a horrible background he's atoning for stuck. I disagree with it, but there's a logic to it. I find it a logic that's changed the character for the worse, and was also deeply misguided to begin with. It's a logic that's suitable for a character who needs to be a superhero, but as I've said before, The Shadow should not be approached as a superhero, or as something other than what he already is or was.

Let's assume for a second that he really does need a darker and more dramatic backstory with a more solid "hook" as to why he's doing this whole thing. Let's assume that he needs to have a better "reason" for doing good and fighting evil than just being able to do it and knowing it throughly and wanting to protect people. And let's assume that

"Born in the Lost Generation, went to serve in the Army very young, worked as a spy for the British before and during the war and was stationed in Tsarist Russia for a couple of years, and then fought in World War 1 while conducting rescue missions from POW camps. Then spent the years following it traveling all over the world restlessly looking for purpose, only to one day decide to completely bury his identity to fight crime, also there's something deeply horrifying with his face that could be either a war injury or something else. We know a lot of odd facts about his other travels and also know at some point he's lost lives under his protection and this is something he brings up right in his first appearence, but we know literally nothing whatsoever about the 20 years of his life before the Army"

still needs a little extra material to it.

If you really want to take The Shadow and give him a "dark past", why not work within the material already existing? He was both a spy for the British Service (and possibly others), as well as a soldier in The Great War who was reputedly really great at winning battles, and neither of these are jobs that look even nearly as glamorous to us now as they might have been intended to be when this backstory was created.

At separate points in his life, as a spy he worked as a tool of governments and secret services as a spy (and spies make a living out of being those, as well as professional bastards), and regardless of what he may have done as a spy, as a soldier and aviator, he had to have killed a lot of German men whose only crime may have been merely that they were of enlistment age when the war happened. And then at some point he started performing rescue missions single-handedly, not to kill people, but to guide men towards their safety, and then after a couple of years of wandering and traveling, he decided very firmly that Kent Allard and all of his history needed to crash into South America and stay dead until called upon.

Maybe as a matter of eficiency first and foremost, of course, but nothing is ever just one thing when it comes to The Shadow. You don't just survive a life-changing war and immediately decide to walk into another one of your volition 100% purely for pragmatic reasons.

Frankly, giving him a past as a bloodthirsty warlord in Tibet is not just dumb as hell, it's also overkill, because if you want to dig into The Shadow's past to find things for him to regret or feel emotional conflict towards, I don't think there's any shortage of that in what the pulp canon already provides us, nor is there a shortage of places where you can insert those because, again, the dude's backstory is a sandbox. 20 years of this character's life are a complete blank.

I think, if you do need to add a hook to it for your adaptation, it's largely a matter of picking which part in particular you want to play around with and emphasize out of the many, many possibilities you get to work with in playing around with his backstory.

Although, frankly, I could stand to read a lot less modern Shadow stories that are all about what kind of past he had, because they tend to miss the point rather crucially in making him all about the past instead of the creature of the now he was designed to be and thrived as.

Maybe he does need to bury his past again.

#replies tag #pulp heroes #the shadow #shadow comics #kent allard #lamont cranston

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Could you please do 48 with Sugar daddy!Bucky, please? Thank you!

48: “Why do you keep this picture of me in your wallet?”

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a/n: includes mention of sexy times (obviously, it’s a sugar daddy AU). I changed the quote slightly to fit the blurb better, sorry about that x blurb requests are still open, check my bio for more info :)

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“No feelings, just business.”

That’s what he had told you, the first time he had bought you that far too expensive champagne at the bar at a roof party in Milan. You had been dragged there by Natasha after turning down her offer to let you stay in her penthouse for a few weeks while you could find another place to live in after your landlord had decided to kick you out for a wealthier renter. As a university student, you needed to find a new place to live, and fast, near the university. Unfortunately, your university was in the smack middle of the city- making any possible accommodation extremely expensive.

“Just two drinks and you can leave.” Natasha argued, grabbing your hand and dragging you into the party. You already regretted entering as you felt so out of place- Natasha had been born into wealth, her father being an oil baron and her mother being one of the most famous actresses in Russia’s history. The other people at the party were those in her circle, other rich, successful and attractive people far above your caliber.

“I don’t belong here, Nat.” you complained, frantically pulling at your dress. She had insisted on buying it for you, going as far as pretending to go to the bathroom before paying the bill at the cashier of the designer store, but it was far too tight and short. The black little number clung to every crevice of your skin and matched with the velvet heels you were wearing, making you feel slightly self conscious with every step you took.

“Nonsense, babe. You look fucking gorgeous, you’ve been stressing too much lately and you need to blow off some steam tonight! Besides-” she leaned in closer to your ear to whisper. “I’m pretty sure half of the men here want to jump into your pants tonight.”

You didn’t even want to glance at the direction she was pointing at and scowled, pushing her off with a playful glare.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend.”

“No I’m not, I-”

Someone near the pool called Natasha’s name and she gave you a brief apology and a hug before scurrying off, greeting the other person with a loud scream. She was definitely a social butterfly, whilst you took a bit of time to warm up to people- especially in situations where you felt out of place. And now you were left.

Alone.

“Could I keep you company instead?” a deep voice rung out from behind you. His tall stature dwarfed yours in comparison as he extended his hand towards you, the cuff links of his Armani suit rolled back slightly to expose his skin. The designer suit was nothing compared to his gorgeous face, a hint of stubble on his chin and a jawline that could cut crystal glass.4

“S-sure.”

He ordered the two of you a cocktail you’d never heard the name of, but you didn’t question it, still mesmerized by his presence. He chuckled at your obvious stare, causing you to look away in embarrassment.

“Are you fond of Oscar de la Renta?” he asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

“W-who?”

He chuckled at your frantic response, sipping on his glass slowly as he eyed you up and down.

“Your dress. It’s an Oscar de la Renta piece.... You’re not a part of this usual crowd, are you?”

You shook your head sideways, confirming his suspicion.

“How’d you know Natasha?”

“We go to the same university. She invited me to this party because I’ve been pretty stressed in between studying and finding a new place to stay... Money’s really tight right now and places in the city are expensive...” you rambled on, not noticing the shift in his eyes as he listened to your predicament.

“I could help you, you know.” he proposed. You chuckled nervously, toying with the hem of your dress.

“I don’t even know who you are.”

“The name’s Bucky. Bucky Barnes.”

Three glasses of wine later and he’d lured you in, trading details of your life with his. You found out that he was a self-made billionaire who co-owned a private equity firm with his business partner, Steve Rogers. With hundreds of companies under his palm, he had it all- the money, the fame in the business world, the admiration and loyalty. But he wanted more than a “quick fuck”, as he put it.

“So what exactly are you proposing?” you’d pressed, leaning in closer. He smirked, flexing his rolex watch in the dim bar light.

“I could be your sugar daddy, in the bluntest terms.”

“Do I look like the type of girl who’d be a sugar baby?”

He raised his eyebrow.

“I don’t know, doll, but... you’re fucking gorgeous. And out of money. I know you’re busy with school and all, but all I’m asking is that when you’re not at school to accompany me. I’ll give you everything else- money, gifts, trips to exotic places, connections.... All you need to give me is affection and physical company.”

You bit your lip, mulling this over. The thought of being a sugar baby had never entered your mind, but here you were, being offered the world and more by an insanely attractive man. And all you had to do was keep him company- emotionally and sexually. His hand traveled over to your lap, his clean cologne warming your senses as he awaited your answer.

"No feelings, just business, right?” you asked quietly. He nodded.

“No feelings, just business.”

That solidified your decision.

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For the first few months, you followed him everywhere.

Fiji. London. Paris. French Rivieras.

You’d let him pin you against the wall and fuck you senseless at the hotel room in exchange for an unlimited access to his platinum credit card the next day. He spoiled you with designer dresses from brands you couldn’t even pronounce and gifts that could single-handedly pay off student loans.

With your schedule as a full time student and his hectic lifestyle as a billionaire CEO, you both agreed on having spaced out interactions. If he was in the city, you’d meet him twice a week, maybe even more if he was offering extra. If he was travelling, you could take a week off, week and a half off, maximum, to see him. On the days where you couldn’t physically see him, lots of sexts and calls were exchanged, all from the new phone Bucky had bought you.

It was as business as it could get, or so you thought.

You’d gotten a call from Bucky in the middle of the night, whilst you were cramming for a final, even though you’d both agreed at the beginning that meeting up during finals would be extremely limited.

“Hello?”

“I need you to fly with me to Boston tomorrow night.”

You sighed, rubbing your eyes.

“Bucky, I can’t. I’m swamped with finals and-”

“Doll, I’m literally begging you, I-”

That caught your attention, causing you to sit straight up. Bucky never begged for anything. Let alone, to you.

“My family’s been bugging me about meeting my new ‘girlfriend’ and me ‘settling down’ or whatever. I already told them I was bringing you, please, doll? I’ll double, even triple your pay.”

“Buck... It’s not about the money right now, I really need to do well on my finals. It’s in two weeks.”

“And we’ll be back in a day or so, it’s just a quick stop by. Please... do this for me? A-at least as a friend, we’re at least friends, right?”

And for some reason, perhaps it was because he sounded unusually desperate, you said yes. He picked you up in his limo the next day, exactly at 6pm, and you flew with him in his private jet to his childhood home in Boston.

“It’s a little small.” he’d warned on the plane, as he helped you step down the metal stairs.

Small your fucking ass.

You were astounded by the sheer amount of ground the mansion covered, as a maid scurried towards you and took your bags into the house. The steep marble arches and the high pane windows made you feel small, as you felt Bucky slip his arm around your waist and guide you towards the entrance.

Bucky’s mother was waiting for you at the door, pulling you into a tight hug and gushing about how pretty and polite you were to Bucky. You felt your heart skip a beat when Bucky referred to you as his “girlfriend”, but you forced yourself to breathe and smile.

No feelings, just business, you had to remind yourself.

Bucky was dragged off to the side by his sister and father, meaning that you were dragged to the kitchen to keep his mother company. She was a very lovely woman, which was why you felt quite guilty lying to her about dating her son.

“I’m so happy you’re dating my son, (Y/n).” she cooed, opening the stove. “I’ve never seen him stare at a woman so madly in love.”

Signing if off as good acting on Bucky’s part, you smiled, waving off her compliment.

“I’m the lucky one, miss. That said, I’m pretty sure I’m the romantic in the relationship.” you joked, eliciting a laugh from her.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, you know. I’ve seen that picture of you in his wallet.”

Picture?

Bucky never told you he kept physical pictures of you. You’d spend him pictures and you two took pictures on dates and outings, sure, but it was all digitalized and kept away in your phones....

Right?

Before you could question her further, she announced that dinner was ready, forcing you to sit next to Bucky. He pulled out a chair for you, causing his sister to outwardly “aww”, and making you let out a shaky sigh. His hand found his way down the table to rest in yours, his thumb grazing your hand repeatedly in a soothing manner.

That was new.

Bucky was an affectionate man, but he usually kept it brief, unless in bed.

“So (Y/n), tell us more about how you met Bucky.” Rebecca pressed, sipping on her glass of wine with a teasing smile. The conversation flowed easily from there, jokes and embarrassing childhood memories being thrown around as time passed by. Four cups of wine and a mortifying story about Bucky falling on his face during a dance recital at his boarding school, you and Bucky clambered up to bed, your face still red from laughter.

“It’s not that funny.” Bucky grumbled underneath his breath as you clung onto him for support.

“Sorry, I just... I never would’ve thought you’d be a dancer. Let alone a clumsy dancer.” you teased, opening the door to the bedroom.

“Well I guess there’s more of me for you to discover.”

The drunken haze lifted from your consciousness at his response, the sudden soft tone catching you off guard. The entire night, you drank away your fears, the fear that maybe he liked you back. You’d realized you had caught feelings for him, hard, about two months into it, but you’d talked yourself out of acting on it.

No feelings, just business. That is what he had said.

But the whole night he went out of his way to touch you, holding your hand and kissing the back of your neck. Calling you “doll” and “sweetheart.” Telling his family stories about you with an adoring gaze in his eyes. And according to his mother, that picture of you in his wallet...

“Shit, I left my phone downstairs. I’ll be right back.” he said, interrupting your train of thought. He conveniently left his wallet behind, and when you flipped it open, there indeed was a picture of you inside.

And not just any picture.

It was one of you, passed out on his lap after a particularly grueling and boring conference call, in which Bucky was working from his home. You weren’t dressed up, hell, you didn’t even have any makeup on. Just an old t-shirt he owned and short pajama shorts, and a pair of penguin socks. It was oddly domestic and simple.

And he had it printed and stuck in between the leather bindings of his wallet.

“Why do you keep this picture of me in your wallet?”

Bucky’s smile dropped off his face as his eyes shifted to the picture he’d been hiding away in your hand, dread seeping across his chest. He swore under his breath, he knew he should’ve kept it somewhere more secretive, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“Can I be honest?”

You nodded as he took in a deep breath.

“I.... I know I said ‘no feelings, just business’, and really, at the beginning, I thought that was all it was going to be. But... somewhere down the line, I realized, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re wicked smart. You’re so kind. You’re not afraid to crack a joke at my expense. You’re... the perfect girl for me, except I was paying for it. I was paying for this... fantasy. Before you say anything, I know you don’t feel the same. I know this is all business for you, so uh, if you want to end the relationship now, since I’ve gotten attached, I’ll under-”

He’s cut off by your body crashing into his, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and he can taste the cherry wine on your lips as you press into him. He eagerly returns the kiss but is left dazed when you pull back, a wide smile on your face.

“I love you, you idiot.”

He smiles back, a smile so bright and sweet that makes your heart flutter, before he pulls you onto his lap on the bed. His hand is already underneath your blouse as he pulls out his phone, his lips tracing your neck.

“So... what’d you say I get a new picture for my wallet?”

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