it made me kind of sad how you kept saying “theres something wrong with me” on the coffeecast today. over planning for things, being fixated on certain characters, getting sensory overload in loud places that lead to shut downs, and nonverbal episodes are all things I also experience due to my autism. It made me feel seen to hear you talk about your experiences but it also made me sad to hear you say that you felt like theres something wrong with you for that. I know some of those things aren’t pleasant to experience and I know you didn’t mean to upset anyone. but maybe be try kinder to yourself because people like you are watching? no hard feelings tho, I appreciate you king <3
when i say there’s something wrong with me it’s moreso in regard to what is typically seen as “normal” despite normality not existing. i am very much extremely open about my neurodivergencey and constantly advocate for people to seek it out for themselves and learn more, i just enjoy joking about it, same way i make jokes about being gay and say “that’s not normal” etc! it was from my own experiences hence why i was just poking fun at myself , not in regards to other people who share those experiences!
when i was saying “i’m not normal” it was hinting at just my brains adoration for a tall duck little guy. that was the joke! not the fact i fixate on things or anything, just the fact it chose a GODDAMN DUCK hahahah :p
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I don't know how I'd ever convey this in art but. Thinking very deeply about how in boy king au, a very crucial part of characterization is that Seb is a wolf in sheep(or lamb more specifically)'s clothing and Fernando is a sheep in wolf's clothing.
Seb is very unassuming, very delicate, seemingly very vulnerable and malleable. But, deep down, he can be very ruthless. It's in the the way he hesitantly declares war, with a spark in his eye and a suppressed smirk. In the way he challenges someone to a card game or a horse race, proclaiming that he's not great, but winning every round and prancing around the room and mentioning it ad infinitum. The way he's able to instantly turn the tide in a debate in one fell swoop. By showing all his cards constantly and letting himself be vulnerable, he's making himself invulnerable. No one would ever consider him to be able to make big moves, so he wins every single time, because no one even thinks to expect it from him.
Fernando on the other hand, is constantly committed to having a looming presence and harsh reputation, but deep down, he's soft. He knows what happens to people when they're vulnerable, and he's not going to let himself be taken advantage of. The way he keeps a brave face when being informed of the marriage proposal, but goes back to his room and cries. The way he proclaims that he was always going to be the rightful ruler of Spain, but confides to Flavio that he never thought there was any real chance of it ever happening. The way he takes himself so seriously in public, but inside feels so giddy whenever he can make someone laugh. Everything to him always feels unstable and ready to crumble at any moment, and he's not willing to contribute to that by letting himself relax.
I think thats why it's very difficult for them to get along at first, because they have completely different approaches to how they carry themselves and make their way through life. Seb is confused at Fernando because he feels that he's very bland and overly serious at first, but truthfully he's not really seeing the actual Fernando. And Fernando finds Seb to be naive and easily taken advantage of, but that's because he's never seen Seb at his most cruel. Seb really loves when he eventually gets to see Fernando being vulnerable, and Fernando really admires and respects Seb when he sees him being serious. I think it just takes a while for them to show the other their full and complete selves, even the parts they can sometimes be ashamed of. There's this very compelling dichotomy in Seb laying out all his cards, but still being very difficult to read, and Fernando keeping his cards to his chest, but his intentions often being easily seen through.
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The Air Again
by Joanna Newsom
June of ‘78
who are you, so arrayed
on the banks of Lake Adair.
Pale lacuna agape
and like the moon in the lake
you are not there,
my poor canary.
At uncertain behest
Maggie blown to the west
in a shimmering dust of gold
with her pale yellow hair
they would call her ‘canary’.
And I loved my Maggie so,
and that is all you need to know.
But women here ain’t ever glad,
not even Emma Nevada,
coming back to share her wedding cake.
Women here ain’t ever free
(and Emma never left)
we never leave,
we never last
we never ask
we never stake a claim or complain or take.
Not till I made a play
for a parcel that lay
on the Amador county line.
Had a notion that I’d find employ by-and-by
at the Lonesome Willow Mine
but they don’t enlist my kind.
In the meantime,
set to prospecting where I was able
and laying my Maggie a table.
And when it was warm we would pan,
when it stormed play Fan-Tan,
and when it was cold
they’d come sniffin’
with gold in their hands.
On and on and again
on and on and again,
you do what you can.
Take an eighth of an ounce
in allowance for the dance, only a dance,
if you’re alone and abandoned and cast aside.
You know, the pastor tried
in vain to ask her hand,
even him, everybody did.
And I had a plan but I had to sign away my mine
and the deed left us free to scrape and bleed and go to seed and never marry
not canary canary canary canary canary canary canary canary canary canary.
In the spring of that year
when the tinker was here,
gals would hire him to mend their tin.
I heard ‘em swarm from afar
like a storm in a jar,
like a choir of cherubim,
singing *him, hymn, hymns.
Whispering, ‘Maggie had gone
must’ve skipped with someone’,
sounded wrong
though it did seem fair.
April turned into May
and I looked every day for you, Maggie,
‘til I heard they found a whore
with the golden hair
on the shores of Lake Adair.
On the sluice she was spread
loose and languid and dead
from the kindness that she had shown.
Still she told me her tale lifting veil after veil
to expose a grin a-honed,
my yellow rose in the lode a-blown.
And though I long to believe
as I muddied my sleeve,
and I studied the wiccan hap,
and I want to revive,
she was never alive.
But by the grace
and the whim,
and the wheel,
and again,
and the wickedness of men.
But what to do then?
I hauled myself up from the shore
and I called at the door
of the foreman.
I told him and he laughed.
So, alas, there was savagery there.
Left a hole in his heart you could roll a cabbage in
‘A cabbage?!‘
“Oh, no no, just a little one, Maggie, just a little one.”
On and on and again ‘til they saw what I am
and I am never done,
I am never done.
Went inside for the light,
got a paper and a pen,
where to begin?
Do you sue for the rights?
Root* for the strike?
Through the alluvium
to where it heeds
*for I’m putting my own ruin ‘til the end to lure o’er the deed.
A noose on a live oak tree bent toward the saloon tent
and meant for me and Maggie.
And though it wasn’t him,
it could’ve been him,
or anyone who had done
what I know so many men intended when they came to win.
So arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant.
Held a cloth to my hands
taking stock of my plans,
well, there was something I had to make right.
I took his old buggy whip
and I lowered a skip
in the glow of the sodium lights
with a load of dynamite.
Maggie said, “I am here.”
And with a touch on the ear,
“After thirty years down in the mine,
help me lead out the mules
help me free the poor fools,
let them see for the very first time
they were blind, blind, blind.”
Then we rode through the rift and we beckoned to moon reflectin’
and she opened her neck like a stream.
I saw the Father appear,
heard her sob in my ear
like a mob of cherubim,
howling “him, him. It was him. It was him.”
So I threw a charge down the shaft
in the cart with the pastor
who spat and evangelized.
He was the last and the worst —
canary always goes first —
to sing where the waters rise,
hear her sing – go on now, Maggie –
On and on, on and on, on and on, and again
and on and on
on and on and again
on and on and again.
Then a knock on the wall and a knock and we all fall in
and down and in, and down and in
and we pass away.
But we pass only the baton man to man,
and so they return.
Pull the pumps, fill the sumps,
for they’re takin’ something;
they will never learn,
they will never learn.
And even if the churn drill and the stamp mill and the Pelton wheel,
and the smoking furnace all a-burning, overturning, learning
she will never breathe the air
again air again air again air again air again air again air again air again air.
Like a screech of a flare,
or like they’re reaching for air
beneath the smothering eiderdown.
Veins of gold, still outstretched
in a silent arrest
for miles and miles abound.
And if I’m underground
let me join in that line,
let me toil in that mine,
let me find what is hiding there,
let me dig where I durst,
let me drink when I thirst
and let me breathe the peril air.
And breathe
for my canary,
and breathe.
Let me breathe.
Let me breathe for my canary,
breathe for my canary canary canary,
breathe for my —
canary always goes first —
breathe for my canary canary canary canary,
breathe for my —
canary always goes first —
breathe for my canary canary canary canary canary canary,
breathe for my —
canary always goes first —
breathe for my canary canary canary canary canary canary canary canary.
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KNIGHT ‼️‼️‼️
YOU ARE SO BIG FUCKING BRAIN
I DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT THE HOUNDOOMS. YOU ARE SO SMART HOLY SHIT I FEEL BAD FOR DIANTHA NOW. SHE DIED THE WAY HER MOM ALWAYS THREATENED HER WITH
But yeah, all the Champions families can’t even bring themselves to watch the live feed because who wants to see their daughter and granddaughter get mauled to death? Or see their son being slowly burnt alive while he pleads for mercy? Or watch as their uncle struggles while his head is held underneath water. Or even their sister who’s being skinned alive from her feet to her head. Even their big bro who’s being tossed around like a rag doll between two large Pokémon fighting over him
Giovanni is a BITCH for bringing Clair and Silver into this. Like they weren’t even given a chance to live just for the sole reason they’re important to Lance. And Gio wants to see Lance break even more after he had to witness his daughter and wife die
Also, which of the Elite Four members and Gym Leaders do you think would join Team RR? Either out of fear or just because they think they can benefit from it?
OUGHFHFFH RIGHT CHSMBXNS
Your honour that's so fucked up I can only imagine Drasna really going through it but also still trying to comfort Augustine, but they're both really so out of it man, especially how Drasna knew of the threats Dia's mother said to her; Drayden's there on the hunt for Plasma, just letting his rage out on all the grunts he sees, the sages, until he gets to Ghetsis himself; Joseph couldn't handle it man, he already lost his wife now he lost his son, the sound of Steven's screams haunts him; god Lisia too, the only family she had left and now he's being drowned, and she cursed the irony of it, of Wallace being so drawn to the waters but it's also one of the reasons for his death; Cyn's sister and grandparents tho chdmdb like Cyn's sis knew Cyrus was her friend, and she couldn't believe Cyrus would do that to Cynthia; and then there's Hop, crying his poor little heart out, screaming for his brother, the once great champion of Galar reduced to nothing but a chew toy for those pokemon.
Ough that's fucked up, but also where the fuck is Geeta in all this— imagine tho in the au of an au where she's evil, imagine she's the one to tell Lysandre what would really break Diantha, bc Diantha confided in her y'know, told her everything, her best friend, her platonic soulmate, then suddenly Geeta looks at her with cold and calculating eyes, suddenly she wasn't the friend Diantha knew, and god that fucking broke her man, how Geeta used Dia's vulnerabilities, how she knew each and every one of em, and used that to her advantage chsnnd
But for the not evil Geeta thing imagine if she did hid herself tho, and everyone else called her a coward. But that was the last thing Diantha told her, Dia made her promise to hide, like what she said to Iris, to just hide, to not let Giovanni find her. But that backfired on Geeta tho, and now everyone, especially the family of the other Champions, called her cowardly, how she couldn't even try to help her fellow champions, how she couldn't even try to save them. But man that would haunt her too, having to watch Diantha die, having to watch her friends die, it fucked her up so so much and she hated herself so much that she didn't defy Diantha and went to her side to help her
As for the league members thatd join Team RR
For Kanto idk, since in the manga majority of em was associated w Rocket,, well let's go w that. Sabrina, Surge, and Blaine are my top three for that, tho I wanna say Blaine was blackmailed into joining bc he was one of the people who made Mewtwo. Green would be against them tho, I know the Kanto trio would team up w the rest of the Gym Leaders to stop them.
For the Johto leaders, I really can't see any of them joining Team RR, even if they're threatened I think some or most would rather go down w a fight than to join em. For the Indigo E4, low-key I think Koga and Will would join em.
For Hoenn's league, Norman. And for Sinnoh to Unova none of em they'd be against RR, Unova especially man they really fought tooth and nail to stop Plasma only for Plasma to be part of RR and is now more threatening than before. For Kalos, I honestly think Lysandre would threaten and blackmail Malva to joining again, idk if she'd cave in or not bc holy shit™. Alola to Paldea, none too, idk, bc Alola didn't want to be part of it ofc, their league is still fairly new, most of their members are children, if anything I wanna say they'd try to fight them off if they do get to their region. The Galarian people got Rose Tower demolished man they're so fucking pissed at Rose, no one's ever seen Raihan and Sonia that pissed before too like these two especially want to hunt down Rose. And for Paldea, well, not only are they mourning the other Champions but also mourning and kinda hating on their own Champion too, my guy, Geeta's really going through it, she doesn't wanna lose anyone else, so she keeps an eye on her league members within the shadows, to make sure none of them ever join RR
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Katara’s and Sokk’s confrontation made me so sad. Which I think was the point, so good job! Like I understand why Katara snooped, I probably would of done the same if I was her. She knows shit is up and wants to help, but in order to understand how fucked up everything is she ends up unintentionally hurting Sokka and it ends up in confrontation. (Which you know, sounds familiar, but what do I know?)
Sokka shouldn’t of called her a bitch though ): I understand being upset about it but he could’ve handled it a lot better. I know the trauma makes it hard but he needs therapy. I’m interested to see how he handles (or doesn’t handle) the fallout of his actions. Oh, and the reunion. I need to see the boys reconcile.
That being said, when you preemptively apologized at the beginning of the chapter I was starting to expect Sokka was going to get kidnapped by the Dai Li if he ended up straying too far in the library scene. I’m glad that it didn’t happen, but I’m still worried about the possibility.
(Also Katara’s dawning horror of Toph and Sokka getting along could be an entire different field of trouble if they didn’t made me smile)
(And Zuko’s backstories are so cute and made me smile. Love me some bursts of happiness in the middle of angst town.)
Hiiiiiii!
Ohhhhh boyyyyy… how Sokka handled his confrontation with katara was a semi-typical heated teenage sibling argument where the more passive sibling finally snaps but Sokka could have probably controlled the level or hurt he dished out to katara (they have always had a good bond & what he said to her was uncalled for)
The biggest reason I think he went right for such a gut punching word stems from his trauma, more specifically “female trauma” - he was hurt by a woman who betrayed him and created a lot of hurt and anger inside him. Sokka refers to her as ONE WORD (I’ll let you guess) & when Sokka lost his cool back at the SWT camp when he saw her he used that same word freely to display he anger and hate toward her. She was a trigger for his anger and when katara pushed him and triggered that same anger he was already so accustomed to using that word to attack it came out without him even realizing until it was too late.
He shouldn’t have said it, absolutely not, but it’s kind of his fault because he conditioned himself to attack that way…
OMG YEA SOKKA KIDNAPPED LETs gooooooo - but yeah I think people would riot if he got captured for like a 47th time haha. Because we all know if SOKKA gets captured SOMEONE… *cough* *COGUH* is going to rip through BSS to get him back. Idk if does sound fun haha. ;)
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as a huge batjokes shipper i want batman and joker to hate each other in the sense they dont really hate each other, they just have really different goals and see their own version of potential in the other and right now hate is the best word for their situationship. they both love the other for what they could be but neither of them wants to be what the other one wants, and that's equally as frustrating as it is necessary for them to keep existing in their current roles. they're deadlocked and that fate surrounding each other is kind of the point -- we both have to be like this, the opposite of what the other wants, for us to keep existing at all, and for giving me that gift i both love and hate you. it's an agreement. i think the hate that's there now is born from an intense underlying love.
i think batman "hates" joker for being so amazing and smart and cunning, for being able to create grand gestures and schemes, to pull people together under his charisma and make them all believe in something, for being as extraordinary as he is but batman hates that he uses it to hurt people. he hates that joker can't channel his energy into doing something good for the world, that he hurts himself and others just because he wants to be batman's greatest enemy. i think batman wants to help joker but also hates him at this point for joker exhausting him, constantly getting hurt both emotionally and physically by him, joker never trying to improve his situation, throwing away other people's lives, showing batman he loves him by lashing out and hurting him. batman hates joker because he loves his rogues, he wants to help them, and he knows they can do better. he wants to live in a gotham that doesn't need batman but he still needs to be needed, because when there's no batman, what is bruce going to be? without joker, he will continue being batman, but it's an empty crusade. some of my favorite interactions between harvey and bruce are the ones where harvey thanks bruce for "always being there for me, never giving up on me, my very best friend." even with someone like harvey, bruce can still hold onto that hope for his rogues, never give up on them, keep going for them, even if it puts them through the cycle one more time.
i think joker hates batman in the most toxic way possible, but it's still love. i just think he's selfish and doesn't want batman to think about anyone else but him, the same way he operates for batman, but if he must think about other people then joker will make it as amazing as possible! i think he hates batman for wasting his time on ordinary people, people who are so boring that batman claims he has to protect and serve and love them but joker thinks it's all surface-level. batman won't kill joker but he'll leave room for people dying in his crusade. it's a choice he allows, and even if joker knows that's a morally fucked up way to put someone in a box, he doesn't care. batman is the type of person to train himself mentally and physically for decades and dress up in a half-silly-half-menacing costume so that everyone can have an idea about him. batman himself is not normal, and joker knows that and loves that! why is he wasting his time trying to save people that use him, abuse him, don't want him to be the best he can be? i think joker's motivations for loving batman and lashing out as if he hates him lie somewhere in between extreme admiration -- like i truly believe in your cause and that you're the right person to do it, but i'm so angry at you for wasting your time on other people and i'm so hurt and jealous that you choose them over me, just so you can be a hypocrite and let them die if i want them to anyways -- and anger at his hypocrisy -- like it's easy for joker to dedicate himself to chaos and just being in batman's life by putting batman in situations that force him to be a better and better hero, but how can batman sit there and choose and pick what morals he'll uphold and who gets to live and who gets to die?
i want to be your greatest enemy because you are the greatest hero ever, and the only way you and i can keep being the best at what we do is if we do it together, because of what we both believe in.
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closed starter, thunder river
storr and runa @rviner
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"Der er du." Storr grumbles as he finally locates Runa. Her back is turned to him and the cascade of dark curls serve as the unmistakable identifier. But as she faces him, her demeanor radiates suspicion from the moment their eyes meet. She appears startled, prompting Storr to tilt his head with scrutiny. "Du gjør noe dumt, og jeg vil ikke vite hva det er, men du bør slutte." he mutters, the earlier conversation with his aunt lingering in his mind. "Suna stolte på at jeg skulle sørge for at du ikke skaper problemer." he adds respectfully, ever mindful of Runa's prestigious lineage. Nonetheless, Storr finds solace in not being ensnared in her mischief, even as curiosity gnaws at the back of his mind. He edges closer to observe her activities, casting a cautious glance over his shoulder for any soldiers. His gaze then lowers to the beginnings of a hole being dug with her bare hands, a futile attempt given the frozen ground. "Oh, for fuck's sake." he exclaims in a whisper, seizing her wrist to inspect her hands. "Hvis de ser…Runa."
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