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fictionadventurer · 10 months

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To take a more serious tone toward the topic, I think history is best when we approach it without trying to make value judgements. The worst takes are the ones that try to sort people into "good" and "bad" categories, as if there's a certain calculus to determine if a person deserves to be remembered as a hero or a villain. The point shouldn't be to judge, but to understand.

All people have a mix of both good and bad within them. We should figure out who they are as people, what the world around them was like, how they were shaped by experiences and society, and why they made the choices that they did. There are some undeniably black-hearted villains, but most people are a mixture of good actions and bad actions, of pure motives and mistakes, of brilliant insight and just plain dumb blindness that comes from not knowing how history would turn out. Trying to categorize gets in the way of understanding, and often dehumanizes them.

These aren't just figures or statues, they're people--living, breathing human beings who had hopes and dreams and flaws and fears. We can honor their accomplishments while recognizing their mistakes. We should imitate their virtues and avoid their flaws. When we study, we want to classify things in neat boxes, but people are too messy for that. You can like a person and hate their views; you can appreciate someone's accomplishments while hating their personality. You can get so much further with understanding the nuances of history if you can just leave behind the tendency to judge and just get to know these people as they actually were.

#history is awesome #trying to put into words the feeling that has come to me a lot since my history reading started up in earnest #i sometimes find myself a bit distressed #not knowing how to reconcile conflicting reports of a person #how am i supposed to reconcile the fact that this person i liked did something rather rotten?#or that someone bad might have had a decent point?#and that's always when i have to step back and remember that people aren't monoliths #you can admire some things while hating others #and understand that everyone is flawed #and that point is always when history opens up #and stops being dead words on a page and starts being a real world filled with people just like us who are trying their best #(even if a lot of people could try a lot harder)#also having a sense of humor is so so important #the worst takes come from the people who take things too seriously

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welshaphrodite · 10 months

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I love when people randomly write online: “I wish there was a Hearthstone/Blitzen book :((” and then I send them the link to my 47 chapter prequel novel featuring their origin story. It’s like a fun little treat (for me).

#ask and the void will respond #me I'm the void #the journey to find mimir #on AO3 and Wattpad #set two years before the sword of summer #also sorry for the delay #I am writing my final report for my college as we speak #then I will hop back on the fandom train #so far the final report is 50+ pages #I have two more final report CHAPTERS to go #for the COLLEGE REPORT #blitzen and hearthstone #losing my mind #magnus chase #blitzstone #hearthstone mcga #blitzen mcga #magnus chase and the gods of asgard

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meraki-yao · 4 months

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Chinese RWRB fans are some of the most unhinged RWRB fans in the whole fandom

Remember when I said I watched a Bilibili video creator make a whole 25-minute video speculating on everything that firstprince did during their night in Paris by analysing marks on Henry/Nick's body?

Well I just saw on Weibo a RWRB fan who's a forensic analyst who wrote a "scientific" report proving Nick is scientifically a babygirl by analysing his skull structure 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

And no I'm sorry but I won't be translating this one, it's phrased too academically for me to handle it 😅

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #nicholas galitzine #henry hanover stuart fox #henry fox mountchristen windsor #scientifically proven babygirl needs to be a phrase #the paper also involves discussion of race and sex/gender that I'm not entirely comfortable with so sorry really no translation this time #will get to the paris video once i sort my life out #this fan also did a 7-page report and even pulled out the big guns with statistical data sets and digital measurements #but the subject of that report.... ugh.... yeah I'm not gonna say in public #she does this all in good fun and is in no way intention to reflection anything bad on the boys #but I really find how scientific and methodically she is with fandom stuff endearing and funny #rwrb rambles

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wo-der-horizont-beginnt · 6 months

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There's a point at which disliking Rebecca just falls into vastly tired women-hating tropes lacking any nuanced thought and part of this fandom's definitely made it there

#abuse mention #inspired by seeing the tv tropes page. and then people praising it #brief summary of parts of the tv tropes page would be *she was an awful bitch who deserved to die*#like can we have some perspective #some consideration for where info on her comes from. those characters vested interests. the fact that all of this is then filtered through #*i*. you think i is reliable here #ich and maxim are weird and fascinating and i love them as fictional characters #but i hate how horrible and downright stupid the rebecca hate has got #and i dont like her anyway #but phrases like 'utterly selfish narcissistic bitch' who's husband killed her in a 'righteous fury'#because divorce would have 'destroyed manderley' (bullshit) and she 'rather had it coming' because she was 'utterly rotten'#just say you dislike women and go jesus #thats not even all the quotes i hated on the page #its excused with well she was an abuser/maxim's a victim of abuse which is headcanon.#which i still dont rhink justifies the stuff being said but more importantly #its as easy to textually back up maxim being an abuser as it is rebecca #and he's the one with structural power and she's the one who's been murdered #he's also the one with all the power to shape the narrators views. because he's alive and rebecca's been murdered.#which will affect how the narrator reports events and conversations thoughout the story #my headcanon? sure but just as supported by the text as the other interpretation and i dont belitted and victim blame women to do it #and in no way do i think rebecca's perfect. I think the level of awful you think she is is based on personal interpretation #and that maybe in a public fandom space/website and not just your own blog not talking about women like might be nice

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hiddenworldofmary · 6 months

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on halloween of 2023

i confirmed i have adhd

#nice rhyme yay go me #lifetime of struggles finally officially has a name #i’m going to dress as a neurotypical for halloween because I CAN #i read one page of my report and got so thoroughly roasted that i put it away never to be read #scary scary shit #halloween #adhd diagnosis #actually adhd #adhd #wooooo?#tbh that was one of the most embarrassing 3 hours of my life #i’m glad it’s a one time thing #neurodiversity #neurodivergent #neurospicy #rhyme #mine #i’m going to get myself a present

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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Porn star Bucky deffo spanks innocent readers pussy-

Ooooooh, the lil flood of pornstar!bucky asks I got this evening?? 🥵 They're re-awakening my love for that man

Because eugh, the thought of Pornstar Bucky making innocent reader sit on his lap. He's fully clothed while you're naked, your legs held spread over the top of his and he has you both sitting facing the full length mirror. His thick cock is trapped between his body and the swell of your ass, throbbing occasionally, just a promise of what's to come later.

"See angel, you gotta rub that little bud, right there. That's what's gonna make you feel good when this little pretty pussy starts throbbing. Start slow, just take it nice'n easy. You don't need to rush, just enjoy how it feels." He encourages, hearing you mewl pathetically. His fingers are rubbing in every direction, leaving you unsure which way they'll go next. No matter what way they rub, you know it'll be nothing short of breathtaking and sure enough, it always manages to tear another gasp from your throat.

"F-faster Bucky. Oh fuck, rub me faster." You gasp, your head thrown back onto his shoulder so you don't have to watch yourself pathetically come undone in the mirror.

Faster never comes though. Instead, you receive one gentle four finger tap to your exposed pussy, making you mewl. "Language, sweetheart. Only naughty girls use language like that." He smirks, nipping your ear and admiring how you're now rolling your hips and whimpering, desperate to grind against anything.

"Don't tell me you liked that? You liked me spanking your little pussy?" He chuckles and like a good girl, you shake your head no. "Don't lie to me, sweetie. You forget I can feel how wet you just got. Cause since I gave you that spank, this little pussy went all drippy. And you're gonna lie to me and tell me you didn't like it?"

There's nothing you can do except whine and struggle, letting his thick fingers probe your slick cunt, taking his time to trail your arousal wherever he damn well pleases.

"Need you Bucky. Please. G-give me your fingers again. R-rub that little bud again, it felt so good." You beg, almost ready to sob to get what you need.

Just when you think he's going to give you what you so desperately need, you feel another four finger slap to your clit, a little firmer this time. The gentle sting is so intoxicating, not painful enough to truly hurt, just enough to send pleasure rippling through your body.

"That's for being so impatient." He smirks, his free hand reaching up to cradle your throat, putting a little pressure exactly where he knows is going to drive you wild.

"But... Bucky, I was so-" You begin before another harsh spank lands exactly where the last one hit.

"That's for talking back. Piss me off one more time baby, you're not gonna like the way I'll spank you until you're cumming. Believe me sweetheart, I've done it to sweet little things like you before and I can do it again."

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #ps!bucky #I've missed him sm #eugh my eyes are so sore #I can hardly keep them open #I want to sleep this day off #but I have a report due tomorrow and I have a few hundred pages of prep papers to read for work #realistically #if I wrote the report tonight #would I be able to keep my sad ass awake at 7am tomorrow morning to read the papers?#should I even risk it?

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redpenship · 2 months

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a double flash event near empire territory has been detected by satellites

#unless eggman just doesnt test his nukes at all #although he could do underground tests #im actually a little intrigued by his decision to murder-suicide by launching an SLBM at station square while he was still there in sa1 #why use surface burst? its like he wasnt trying to maximize destruction at all #moreover how was he able to get a ballistic missile submarine so close to station square #coast guard was sleeping?#also SLBMs are mostly used as second strike (retaliation) rockets since theyre more likely to survive a first strike due to being underwate #where are your normal icbms eggman #maximizing retaliatory capacity is beta nuclear power behaviour #dont you want to set the standard for what your enemy can strike? loser #unfortunately i was forced to read 400 pages about nuclear programs + development last weekend and its rotting my brain #tons of nuclear accident reports too #theyre kinda wild like these morons actually drove a bomber into a warehouse full of nukes that should have blown up a significant #chunk of england. and they just didnt go off so they got very lucky #also reactors used to catch on fire a lot #redposts

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seall · 4 days

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IS ANYONE FREE ON THURSDAY???

#I really need help with proof reading my report #it has to be 10-15 pages long and I think by how much I am writing it’ll exceed the number of max pages #Any help would be lovely 😔 I’d literally pay you #It’s due Friday #I hope to get it done by tomorrow In sha’ Allah

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padfootastic · 1 year

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Hello I have come to you with another Prongsfoot thought: James absolutely losing his mind when he comes home one day (or comes back to the dorm one day) to find Sirius wearing his jersey (and perhaps nothing else hehehe.)

oh but i’ve got just the thing for you, miss imp 😉 this is a headcanon i’ve had for the longest time, because james is absolutely the kind of person who loses his mind when his partner wears his name on them. and we already know anything sirius does is maddening for him sooooooo this is. a deadly combination.

(i’ve posted this before but it’s gotten lost in the Great Tumblr Archival System so i’m reposting it hehehehe)

“Alright, James, this can’t go on anymore,” Sirius said, voice firm, arms crossed across his chest. James blinked, eyes dragging up from where they’d been fixed on his collarbones, unusually exposed in the large jersey, to focus on furrowed brows and suspicious grey eyes.

“What can’t go on anymore?”

“This—whatever’s going on with you!” Sirius threw one arm out in emphasis. “You’ve been acting off the entire day, do you realise?”

James tilted his head in question, silently asking for him to elaborate. He knew he’s been…a little distracted, but it couldn’t have been so much as to call for this intervention, surely?

“James!” Sirius says, exasperated and really, that’s one too many times he’s called him by his full name. He can’t even remember the last time Sirius did that. “You crashed into a wall twice, tripped over Mrs. Norris’ tail and had to hide inside a suit of armor to avoid her claws—then you fell over in the damn thing and got a bump the size of an ostrich egg on your head. Five seconds ago, you almost plummeted off the staircase to your death and now you’ve been somewhere Not Here the entire time I’ve been talking. Seriously, what gives?”

Okay, maybe, put it that way, it sounded quite bad but James didn’t intend to be so scatter brained! He was having a perfectly decent time, had his head screwed on straight and then Sirius had to go and mess all that up! He was not prepared for the sight of him walking out of the shower, a cloud of steam escaping behind him. His hair was half wet and pulled back, cheeks flushed red from the heat and most importantly, he was wearing James’ Quidditch Jersey.

The one that was at least two sizes bigger than Sirius usual clothes. And the one that, when his best mate turned around, had POTTER emblazoned in huge letters across the shoulders. James had just stood there, jaw slack and fingers clenched around his tie, taking in the sight. He knew what his jersey looked like, had worn it hundreds of times, but he never knew it could be like this.

And that had just been the beginning. It seemed like with every passing hour, Sirius looked better in the damn thing than before which—shouldn’t be possible considering how extremely good he looked in the first place. Seriously, if James wasn’t as…confident as he was, he would’ve definitely gotten a complex by now. As it was, Wormtail always looked a bit peaky around Sirius. Just before their first class, Sirius’ had dried into his usual perfect curls, loose strands framing his face. By the time second rolled around, the jersey had slipped off one shoulder, exposing sharp collarbones. James didn’t even know bones could look so- so obscene but here he was, proven wrong. Right after lunch, Sirius had gotten frustrated with how much the fabric was flapping and had casually used his hair tie to knot it in the back.

This led to two things. First, his hair was now free to tumble around his face, leaving James with the strongest urge to run his hands through it, or perhaps even tick strands behind one ear. He only avoided doing so by utilising pressing his fingers into his palms to the point of pain. The second, more maddening, one was that now, it wasn’t just his unnervingly attractive shoulder but also his waist that was on tantalising display. Every time he stretched, or raised his hand in class, or ran a hand through his hair—the jersey would ride up until Sirius’ pale skin peeked through and honestly, was it really a wonder that James almost walked off the moving staircases the first time he got a glimpse of that happening?

The entire day was an exercise in making him lose his mind, he was certain. Somewhere, he had pissed off a deity and they wanted him to suffer because there was no other explanation for this. James had never been one to feel possessive. In fact, he loved sharing everything he had with the people around him. Their joy was his joy and all that. Hell, Sirius and him had been wearing each other’s clothes since first year when Sirius hadn’t had anything except uncomfortably formal robes for Christmas morning, which was an atrocity because everyone knew you wore ugly sweaters on the day so he’d given his to Sirius and DIY’d one for himself. Of course, as James started playing Quidditch and bulked up harder and faster than anyone could’ve predicted, it had decreased until the only things they really shared were robes and ties.

But seeing his name on Sirius? Plastered across his body, marking him as James’? He just knew, right there and then, that he could never go back. Now that he’d felt what it was like, that burning heat deep in his gut, the dizzying feeling of seeing Sirius look so…delicate—there was no way he couldn’t crave more of it. In his head, James had already started making plans for now he could, inconspicuously, get Sirius’ in his jersey more often. Because it absolutely has to happen again, James hasn’t had nowhere near enough of the sight.

“Jamie? James!” A hand waved in front of him, ripping him away from his pleasant daydreams of seeing Sirius in nothing but his jersey. His face flamed red, not even realising the direction his thoughts had travelled in until he blinked and saw Sirius standing in front of him, looking bemused and dressed perfectly respectably (James was trying very hard to ignore the skin visible just above his waistband.

“Er—sorry,” James said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Went away for a second there.”

“That’s exactly what I mean! You’ve been drifting away quite a bit today.”

“It’s not—Seriously, nothing’s wrong—“

“I never said it was,” Sirius said, shrewdly, making James immediately choke on his words as he tried to backtrack.

“No—That’s not…I mean—“ James’ teeth snapped shut with an incriminating ‘clack’ as Sirius steps closer to him, toed shoes touching at the tips. Close enough that they were breathing the same air, for James to see the shades of grey in Sirius’ eyes. Close enough that he could feel the movement of Sirius’ chest as he breathed deeply.

“Si?” he croaks, throat too dry all of a sudden.

“Won’t you tell me what happened, James?” Sirius’ voice was soft, pitched low and James had to strain his ears to hear him properly. He gulped unsteadily, eyes tracking the way Sirius tongue slipped out to wet his bottom lip, leaving a maddening shine behind.

“Si,” he said, again, tone matching Sirius’. One of his hands had, without his permission, travelled to the waist he’d been eyeing for the better part of the day. It was featherlight, barely even a touch, really, but the way Sirius shuddered when his hand made contact with warm skin was entirely too much for James’ already fraying self control. His fingers twitched, hard, in an attempt to stop but in the next second, they’d wrapped themselves entirely around the body in his arms. James’ forearm was pressed tight against Sirius’ back, their noses were mere inches away, and Sirius’ eyes were more than halfway shut.

James took a deep breath himself and let his hand press imprints into the curve of Sirius’ waist. The only response he got was the feeling of Sirius’ forehead pressing into his shoulder, arms wrapping around him in return.

It was then that James let his own shoulders unclench, let himself relax like he hadn’t the whole day. A soft smile lifted his lips as he thought about where to go from here

“You’ll wear this for me again, won’t you, darling?” he asked, pressing the question into Sirius’ dark curls with a kiss. He didn’t get a reply but he didn’t need one. Sirius’ hitched breath was enough of an answer for him.

#sirius black #james potter #bambibelle #prongsfoot #this is from months ago #but it’s one of my fav things #i’m so glad we’re on the same page here miss imp #bc james is just. floored.#also the light dom james vibes r *chefs kiss*#i love how shameless i am these days #not just reblogging but entirely reporting old stuff lmao #guess that’s what happens when ur in a ~dry spell #oh well #this scene of course leads into an established relationship where sirius stars doing this on purpose #WHILE wearing nothing else underneath #and bending over whenever possible (and even when not) bc he knows how much it affects james #especially in public #and love seeing him trying to hold onto his control (almost always unsuccessfully)#there’s a little vein that starts popping in his temple and his forearms flex delicious w how hard he clenches #yum #(miss imp pls never stop the asks/prompts—you’re my one source of inspiration lol)#pen’s asks #pen’s writing

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