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exhausted-archivist · 8 months

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Thedas Scaling vs Real World Scaling

I am once again bothering everyone and their mutuals about how small Thedas is scaled and how it is roughly 200k miles (321,869 km) bigger than Greenland, and 65, 998 miles (106.2k km) larger than Algeria.

A continent that is supporting at least 10.01 million people who range from 4'9 - 8' (1.44 - 2.43 m) in addition to all the mega fauna (dragons, giants, great bears, wyverns, wandering hills, ect.)

To be clear, I'm not saying that a land mass this size couldn't support 10.01 million people. It likely could if you reference the pre-plague numbers of England of which Ferelden is the approximate size of, and Thedas is roughly 12 Fereldens. The population estimate for England was around 1.5 million or more in 1086 and grew to between 3.7 million and 5–7 million. If we go low ball and go with the 1.5 million with the high ball of 7 million, Thedas could potentially support 18-84 million people.

There are many issues with this though, the first one being that when you consider the fact that a large swath is uninhabitable or are unsustainable for large populations; Western Approach, Silent Plains, the Anderfels, and a portion of blighted lands between Antiva and Rivain. Which knocks out roughly 1 Ferelden worth of land. So, subtracting the respective amount leaves us with 16.5-77 million of potentially supported population.

The second issue, is again the mega fauna. Dragons need large amounts of food. Their drakes go out and hunt for food for them, their brood, and the drakes themselves while the high dragon is in her nest. She then goes and eats in vastly larger amounts before she lays a clutch. Considering the size of dragons and that we know there are/were at least 12 at one point. That's a lot of land they'd need to support themselves and their brood.

Then you have giants, wyverns, regular bears, great bears, pheonix, quillback, hyenas, and more. If we focus on bears, such as the great bear which preys on wyverns and dragons and their size, along with the much larger than the average Thedosian bear - which are larger than the largest bear irl who's shoulders average at 5' (153cm) which would be as tall as Varric whose game model is 5' (153cm). The bears themselves would need massive amounts of space to forage and/or hunt. Especially in preparation for winter.

This makes it so Thedas couldn't support the minimum population size it would have of 10.01 million people with the amount of mega fauna it has without extreme clashes near daily without them being hunted to extinction. Which we know they almost did with dragons.

But these are a lot of numbers right? And really how big are those countries I mentioned? Well, here is Algeria (Blue), Greenland (Green), and America (Orange) overlayed over Europe for perspective using The True Size site.

For clearer idea of what this looks like on an individual level:

Greenland vs America

Algeria vs America

America vs Europe

#Archi shouting into the void #Archi is yelling #I am once again making the Thedas scaling issue your problem as well as mine #It's also fascinating to consider just how much larger Thedas actually is to have tundra in the south and how it would expand #I'm only half joking....kinda #Thedas is too small and I resent the assertion that it can support the amount of life it has when it's barely able to support double the po #long post

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gophergal · 26 days

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Imposter syndrome go brrrrr

#gopher rambles #i am once again comparing my art to other artists here and going “fuck im an art student why isnt this good enough”#vent ish #I'm not looking for reassurance. just needed to shout int the void for catharsis

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meova101 · 11 months

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Me coming back to the hellhole after making peace with the fact Reddit truly is dead

#i wanted to use a gif of the intro because well. here i am once again #but you know what this one's better #reddit i miss you please don't digg this hole #reddit #notf1 #meo shouting into the void

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theverytiredghost · 2 years

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“what have you become?” and “i am what you made me” are such great lines because it perfectly captures how obi-wan quite literally made darth vader during their fight on mustafar but it also emphasizes how anakin was just a hurt child who put his faith into the jedi and placed them onto a pedestal because everyone told him to and expected him to, especially obi-wan, and no wonder he felt betrayed when he became disillusioned with everything because he was only taught to see things in black and white and when he couldn’t be the saviour everyone expected, he became the destroyer because this is what he was taught. he is what the jedi made him.

#star wars #kenobi series #kenobi spoilers #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #darth vader #jedi #i am once again thinking about these lines #can you tell that this show has made me emotional #ara shouts into the void

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bookgeekgrrl · 9 months

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Tagged by @aidaronan to spell my URL with song titles. I did a version of this about a month ago but I love shit like this so we're going again! I restricted it (again) to My Liked Music only

B - "Blue Monday" by Orgy

O - "Only Happy When It Rains" by Garbage

O - "On The Radio" by Donna Summer

K - "Key Largo" by Bertie Higgins

G - "Gunpowder & Lead" by Miranda Lambert

E - "Endless Sleep" by Billy Idol

E - "Extraordinary Machine" by Fiona Apple

K - "Kicks" by Paul Revere & the Raiders

G - "GUY.exe" by Superfruit

R - "Red Right Hand" by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

R - "Rock the Casbah" by The Clash

L - "Liquored Up And Lacquered Down" by Southern Culture On The Skids

the playlist has both versions because that was fun for me too! consider yourself tagged if you wanna do the thing!

#tag games #i do love shouting facts about myself into the void #K is really hard to find good ones #all the other letters it's hard to choose #once again i remind everyone that i am late middle-aged and it shows #and honestly #i love that for me

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foralleternityidiot · 1 year

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*refreshing viki on roku every hour hoping the new ep of my drama will finally be up bc I’m too lazy to open my computer and go to gagaoolala which has probably had it uploaded for like 24 hours already*

#I am once again standing upon my soapbox shouting into the void about the need for a gagaoolala app on roku #I know I know I do this at least once a month

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tunglrsillyman · 2 years

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becomes the joker but only because i’ve become somewhat self aware but not entirely enough to Act Normal or better deal with my problems in the first place so I Lash Out Instead

#neb vents #neb talks #👆 im ok btw. its like. im becoming aware or reminded mental problems that i have in every few months #like the problem evolves from 'ok i have this one problem but i dont think it would impact my life that much' to 'ok this is deeply #intertwined with who i am and my upbringing and i wished i couldve dealt with that problem differently but it sucks that i've struggled #with it more than anyone else and because of the reaction i had as a kid domino effect to me becoming Not good in that area where #everyone seem to be a natural at'#like damn what therapy should i take to deal with THIS. cbt? dbt? mindfulness? this is problem that will take YEARS to ''recover'' and #the process will be....Not A Painless experience thats for sure #anyways ramble over ok byeeeee #OKOOKOK one more thing #its funny too that like........aside from art #here is where i feel more raw or authentic #with the text posts that i shout to the void or w/ certain friends i feel more myself than the person i put up #where instead i try to act like A Human and worry abt unsaid rules and trying to find words that i end up blanking my mind trying to create #im just shitposting here bro #shit thinking if you will.....#***trying to create a new cohesive thought #once day i will be normal again i high key want to rip out w/e filted version i put out for myself and naw on it until its just me #i want to be normal and not feel like an alien #ive said this before too but i just want a genuine connection with other people and not feel like #incredibly disconnected because i dont know what to say or act Human

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nialltlynch · 1 year

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i got really into consuming fandom for this one media where ive never actually interacted with the source material and it is suchhchchchch a comfort for me in these trying times but i dont know if i'll ever be able to interact with the source material BECAUSE of aforementioned trying times (among other things) and ive never really been in this position so it's been sort of fun to sort through this which also adds to the comfort aspect of the whole thing while further severing me from the source material so i cant say for sure whether i like it or not but damn if its not keeping me sane in these extremely trying times

#idk why im being coy about it #this is about ffxv #which i accidentally fell into because i am not immune to the Boys Trip!!™ of it all #anyway i think the point here is i have thoughts (re: shitposts) but i dont actually want to Participate in Fandom iykwim #but i do want to shout out into the void #i mean its probably cool to do since the game is like what #8 years old now ??? almost a decade #fuck off i just reminded myself once again hat time marches ever forward #anyway .#fuck.#im gonna make a morning bevvy to sip and probably read more abandoned fic for this damn game #love u all kisses for u muah muah

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gae-ta · 2 years

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blocking shitspouting pro r*ssian tankies isn’t enough

i want to-- oh what do the kids call it again? ah yes-- i want to cancel their subscription to life magazine

yes. i do believe that is what they call it.

#shouting into the void #i am anger #very angry in fact #and yes i do know it is useless anger #because i can't exactly punch a guy on the other side of the globe can i?#good fucking grief #times like these my only comfort is that i will likely outlive that rat bastard putin #once i get a new job i'll donate to that Come Back Alive charity again #i know it is selfish but that will probably make me feel better #then i can at least pretend i'm doing something that's worth doing

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ahumancharacter · 2 years

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The most bizarre thing just happened to me.

My mother’s colleague has a semi-recently started a business where him and another lady (who is a piano teacher) hold concerts where they perform piano duets. I went to one of them at his house with my mum a few months ago, upon his insistence.

This guy knows I play instruments and has always been interested beyond the norm, asking for videos of my performances from my mother and actually watching them. This of course thrills my mother, because she loves talking about her children. So she sent him videos of me playing at my school eisteddfod last weekend.

She just got a voicemail from him about my piano performance. He said he wants me to play the piece I performed at his next concert, and that he’ll pay me ~$100. I am. Huh? What? Is this not weird? Like, he’s recruiting his coworkers high-schooler to play at his concert? I’m not even exceptionally good at piano or anything! I thought he was joking when I first heard the voicemail but my mum insists he is not. Kind of losing my shit. I mean I will probably do it because $100 but I’m still freaked out.

#once again i am shouting into the void #thanks for reading if you did tho #nervous about revealing myself as a highschooler

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 months

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Whisper of the Forgotten | pt. 5

pairing: azriel x reader | type: angst | words: 2,2k words | warnings: mentions of trauma and violence | masterlist

Your head whips into his direction, eyes wide open, heart racing. His shoulders are squared, shadows slowly dancing around him, his face unreadable, emotionless as he looks at you.

"I wouldn’t know what there is to talk about." You focus your gaze back on the book, trying to ignore him. But he is like a nasty fly, he lingers and then draws closer.

"About us."

"There is no us!" You spit and whirl towards him, getting up quickly. "You destroyed us five centuries ago!"

"Y/N." Azriel reaches for you but you rip your arm away. "Please, let me explain."

"You betrayed me. You left me to die, Azriel." You channel all the energy you have left, straightening your posture, squaring your shoulders. "I don’t want to talk to you, Azriel, ever again. I told you I loved you and a day after you betrayed me. I don’t think there is anything to explain."

You are seething with anger, fire blazing through your veins, your heart aching so fiercely.

"I loved you too.” His voice is hoarse, his chest heaving with a deep inhale.

"You wouldn’t have betrayed me if you really did,” you snap.

Azriel lifts his scarred hands, then drops them and looks desperate. Gone is the strong and powerful warrior, his shoulders droop, his lips quaver. "There was no other choice.” He swallows and a shudder courses through his body. “Please, listen to me. Please, let me explain."

"I don’t want to hear your explanation! I don’t want to hear it!" You are screaming at this point. "I can barely breathe when I am in the same room as you. You make me feel like I am getting suffocated."

Your shouts have been so loud, they alert Gwyn and Nesta who come rushing into the room.

The door swings open and Azriel whips around.

In an instant, Gwyn is at your side, your body vibrating so fiercely with anger and betrayal, she can feel it.

“What is going on?” Nesta asks, her voice kept level, but you can hear the anger and worry within her tone.

You feel how panic starts to rise within you and know that you have to get out. You are so close to breaking. You need to get out.

“I can’t do this,” you breathe and before anyone can stop you you run. Past Gwyn, past Azriel, past Nesta, your heart racing like a horse in the wild.

You rush outside the living room, down to the Library. You need to get away. Away from Azriel. You can’t be near him, the pain over his betrayal breaks once again.

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“What did you do?” Nesta questions Azriel. Her brows are furrowed, her finger poking into his pectoral.

“I tried to talk to her.” Azriel lowers his gaze.

Nesta bristles and so does Gwyn next to her.

“I don’t know what exactly happened between the two of you, but what I know is that she is deadly scared of you and doesn’t want to be near you,” Gwyn says, frowning at Azriel.

Azriel shakes his head, the void within his heart only growing.

But what she doesn’t know — what no one knows— is that he loved you. And maybe, finally it is time to reveal everything. To Gwyn and Nesta, and later to everyone else.

“We used to be lovers,” Azriel admits in a low voice. And then he opens up, tells the whole story about how you met in Illyria —not in the war camps, but in the Steppes. Your relationship was new and secret, not even Rhys and Cass knew, but somehow Rhysand’s father found out about you and saw you as a threat. And then it happened; he wanted you dead, worrying you could defeat him, overpower him, or get in his way.

Azriel only had two options: your death or the Prison. Obviously he chose the latter. He would have done everything to save your life — even accept his own death.

“Do you understand why I need to talk to her now?” He is impatient, wants to follow after you, but the two Valkyries don’t let him.

Nesta inhales deeply, arms crossed over her chest. She turns to look at Gwyn and then says, “I don’t like the idea of you following her when she is so scared of being alone with you, but I think she needs to know the truth as well.”

It is all Azriel needs to hear. He brushes past Nesta and heads for the door. And then hurries to the Library until he stops at your door (he knows it is your door because he has been here before, followed you the other day but didn’t knock then).

His scarred knuckles rasp against the door, he inhales a deep breath and waits. Then he knocks.

“We need to talk, Y/N.”

He stands in the doorframe, not allowing you to close the door and it angers you. You want him to leave. He broke you. And now he stands here, thinking he can fix all the shattered pieces with a few words of apology.

“What I did was the worst I could do to you, but now that we got another chance I want to use it.”

Azriel is faster than you can react, sliding into the room, now standing right in front of you, so close you‘re breathing the same air.

“We didn’t get another chance, Azriel.” You move closer to him, despite what this does to your body. Despite the anger simmering within your veins, despite the wounds being ripped open once again. One by one, the pain is so strong it nearly makes you whimper.

“Because there is no we.” You spit the last part, jaw clenched, forehead lying in furrows.

It hurts so much, seeing him standing there, acting like what he has done is not the worst that someone could do to a person they allegedly love. He did not only break your heart back then, he broke your soul. And he broke the connection between the two of you.

You had felt it the first time you had laid eyes on him. You had felt it right in this moment – the bond. The mating bond, the probably most powerful connection between two people.

But he had given you no chance to reveal it. You had wanted to wait for the right moment, then you had told him you loved him and the next thing you can remember is getting caught, people – males– hurting you and him hauling you away to the prison.

You hated him in this moment. You have loathed him for that since then. But when you really think about it, you have to admit that hatred has never been the feeling in the foreground. It has always been pain. Hurt. Anger. Betrayal.

You loved him, more than anything in the world, more than your own life and he did something like that to you. Hurt you like that. You could have never been prepared for a feeling like this.

“I did it to protect you,” he whispers. His chin drops to his chest. “I never meant for it to happen that way, but I had to do what I did in order to protect you.”

You ignore him — not able to listen or wanting to listen to him. Your eyes are burning, the back of your mouth aching. You want to hit him, scream at him, but you are left without words. Your body feels exhausted, tired, empty. You want to sleep, and feel nothing.

“Do you have any idea what was done to me in the Prison? What I went through. What I had to go through. What I suffered.” You finally speak up after a long moment of silence. Slowly you lift your gaze to him, wanting to see the look in his eyes.

The former cold is now replaced by regret, remorse, his shoulders are slightly slouched and the corner of his mouth twitches.

Slowly, Azriel shakes his head. “I don’t know, but I can imagine. And I can’t tell you how sorry I am.” His throat works on a swallow. “I wish I could have protected you from all the pain.”

“You are the one who caused me the pain!” you scream at him, each syllable dripping with betrayal and anger. “You broke me Azriel.”

“I did it to protect you,” he once again says and you want to tear his tongue out for saying this all the time. It is bullshit. He did it to impress the High Lord. He did it to create a good image of himself.

The same thing you try now in order to regain your powers. You have to act good around the High Lord of the Night Court and his IC and once they trust you enough to give you back your powers, leave.

“Y/N–” he starts but you cut him off.

“Do you know what they did when they caught me? When your men caught me and brought me to you?”

You step away from him.

“I didn’t send them.” They weren’t Azriel’s men. They were Rhysand’s father’s men, but you don’t know that, Azriel realises in this moment. The High Lord had sent them back and he tried to be there before them, to save you from them, but he was too late and the damage had already been done.

“I tried to be there before them.” He folds his hands behind his back, his chin lowering the slightest bit.

You hold his gaze, tears burning in your eyes. Your hands move to your neck.

“Don‘t lie to me.” You grind your teeth so hard, your jaw starts to ache. But you hold his gaze, withstand the urge to look away. You won’t give him that. You won’t be weak in front of him.

Azriel swallows again and parts his lips, probably wanting to say another silly lie or apology, or probably trying to convince you he didn’t send them. But you don’t want to hear it. You lift your hand to stop him.

“Don’t lie to me, Azriel,” you say again. “Not after everything you have done to me.”

Your hands drop to the dress you are wearing and slowly you start to unbutton it.

Azriel’s breath catches because he has no idea what is happening. HIs eyes are trained on you, he can’t look away.

You peel away every layer of clothing until you stand bare in front of him. But this is not a sexual act and in his eyes there is no desire, no lust. There is only shock. Horror. Pain.

He is mortified by the look of your body. Your skin is marred, scars adorning every inch of it. The chilly air brushes your skin but you withstand it, having grown so used to it. The cold has slowly become you, you have become cold. Your heart has become cold, empty, dead.

“That’s what they did, Azriel,” you tell him. “That’s how they treated me when they found me.” You let the dress fall to the ground, shivering the slightest bit, you still hold his gaze.

You know what your skin looks like, having brushed your fingers over the marred skin many days, thinking about if you would ever be able to love yourself again.

But you have managed to do so. This is your body, your home, you temple, you would never hate it and the scars are only a testament of how strong you are, what you have survived.

Azriel says nothing for a long moment. He only stares, stomach coiling, chest squeezing.

“That’s what the High Lord’s men did when they caught me. All these scars,” —you brush your sharp nails down your cleavage— “is what the caused me when they tried to catch me, using their knives and swords.”

Your throat works on a swallow.

“And then you arrived.” You move towards him, stepping over your clothes. “And I thought you came to save me, that the nightmare finally has an end, but you hauled me away and put me into the Prison.”

You move closer to him.

“Do you want to see what they did to me?”

He wants to say no, but he can’t. He has to see it. You had to go through it and live with it. The least he can do is see it, knowing it will break him apart, but it is what he deserves.

“Show me.”

You slide your hand around his throat and slowly each sharpened, pointed fingernail digs into the flesh on the back of his neck, until you are inside – inside his mind.

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sillylittlestoryblog · 4 months

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Keeping me warm

Part 1

Trafalgar Law x Reader

Warning: None I guess. Maybe awkward writing because I wrote this at 3 am while I couldn’t sleep ( it was storming ) and english isn’t my first language. Plus I haven’t written anything in ages so pls don’t judge to much.

Summery: basically just fluffy and angsty thoughts while freezing. Idk lol (I need sleep)

If you however do enjoy this, positive words are great for anyone’s mental health. Have fun.

The howling of the wind was unbearable. The crew members sat close together in the dark cave. It had been two days since the raging ice storm. Of course, no one had planned to stay in this place for so long. But just the thought of going outside into the cold made even the bravest pirates' legs shiver.

After even the stubborn captain of the Straw Hat Pirates had admitted that it no longer made any sense, everyone realized that they would have to sit out this storm.

The cave came in handy. Together with the Heart Pirates, the Straw Hats had anchored on this winter island.

The Sunny had been through a lot and Franky had actually planned to get some material for repairs in the small fishing village. Since only a few days had passed since the last major battle and the Surgeon of death was still busy patching up crew members, his crew was more than happy to take a break. A few days off couldn't hurt anyone.

You remember how Nami had been upset, crying that she would rather have stopped off at a nice summer island or at a luxurious spa. A vacation wasn't often granted to the Straw Hats. You had comforted her and said that a bit of snow could certainly be fun.

And oh how wrong you were.

You regret your words of encouragement as you sat shivering between your friends. An icicle hung from Usopp's nose as he desperately tried to warm himself by the small campfire.

"I'm hungry," Luffy's voice penetrated the silence. He said what everyone was thinking. Sanji was still trying to conjure up something edible from the few remnants that had survived the avalanche. But even the usually so positive cook didn't really know how to help himself.

Bepo and Chopper had suddenly become the most popular crew members. Everyone was secretly hoping to snuggle up in their warm furs and perhaps sleep despite the loud storm.

The only one who seemed to be able to sleep without the warmth of the two was Zoro. Once again, you envied him for having the talent to sleep in any situation.

Your eyes glanced over to the other pirate crew. Captain Law was sitting on a rock, looking into the void. He also seemed to be cold, but tried to hide it. Under no circumstances could he show any weakness. That would only make the situation worse and ruin the group‘s mentality. He scowled at the other captain, who kept shouting for food and jumping up and down. How could he still have that much energy ?

Law just rolled his eyes whenever he thought of the strawhat.

His mind wandered again and he looked in the other direction as unobtrusively as possible. From his seat, he had a good view of everyone. So he could keep a good eye on each member of his crew. At least that's what he told himself.

He also wanted to keep an eye on you.

Trembling, you sat between Nami and Robin. The older one had taken off her dark cloak and wrapped it around the three of you like a blanket. It was a nice gesture, but it didn't seem to do much good. But at least you weren't as stubborn as some others. The cook had refused to lean against one of the other men, preferring to rather run off to the other corner of the cave on his own. He must have been freezing, Law saw him looking enviously at the floor where Zoro had been snoring quietly for hours.

Yesterday, the motivation had been a bit higher. Everyone was sure that the storm wouldn't last that long and that the sky would soon be clear again. But this was the Grandline after all. No one could really predict the weather conditions.

Brook had wrote a little song, strawhat-ya had bounced happily back and forth and the cooks of both crews had roasted fish over the campfire.

You had smiled from time to time.

A warm feeling shot through Laws body.

Your eyes had sparkled in the light of the fire and he had to turn his gaze to you again and again. You were so beautiful.

Before you became part of the friendly crew, it had always bothered Law to spend too much time with the Straw Hats. They were loud, inconsiderate and constantly meddled in other people's problems. Above all, the parties that the rubber man regularly announced were law's worst nightmare. Loud singing, food and booze everywhere and always the strangest of people. He would much rather be in his study or in a quiet library, hoping desperately to escape the chaos.

But this feeling changed abruptly after you became part of the crew. He spotted you straight away. He quickly noticed a new face. And what a face it was. He had wanted to talk to you all evening. But someone was always glued to you, if it wasn't Nami, the captain or Chopper, it was the annoying cook who jumped around you with hearts in his eyes. Asking you for company, mixing you special drinks or turning up with a hot soufflé in one and a bouquet of flowers in the other hand.

Law had been uncomfortable, but he hadn't dared to speak to you. Nico Robin had told him over dinner how much you liked to read and that had only increased his interest.

Yet he hadn't made any effort to talk to you. You probably hadn't even noticed him.

You had noticed Trafalgar Law immediately.

Of course you knew his Wanted poster, as well as the many stories about the captain of the Heart Pirates. Luffy was always talking enthusiastically about Tra Guy and the other Nakama usually had the best stories to tell. Franky once told you how intelligent Law was, when you painted one of the rooms on the Sunny together. Usopp told you how badass his powers were. And Chopper had raved to you about his medical talent.

Since then, you had often asked the other girls about him. With completely neutral intentions, of course.

That's why Nami and Robin weren't at all surprised by the way you looked at him when you first met. Nami had rolled her eyes and laughed: "You look at him like you're Luffy and he's a piece of meat." You had sent her a dirty look, but your body had already betrayed you. Your cheeks were warm and your heart began to beat a little faster. Robin had just giggled and left you two alone.

When you thought back to that evening, your face flushed again. You sincerely hoped that you hadn't made a fool of yourself.

In the cold cave, these thoughts were the only thing that seemed to keep you warm. Again and again your thoughts seemed to wander to him. A glance in his direction couldn't hurt, could it?

Cautiously and not at all obviously, you let your eyes wander.

Your eyes wandered over the body in the dark coat. How you wish you could put it on your own body now.

His dark hair peeks out from under the white cap he always wore. You had to remind yourself of Nami's words two days ago. Maybe she was right. On a warm island, you would certainly have had the chance to see Law without his hat. How much you would have liked to see all of his hair. And you also felt that his eyes were always shrouded in shadow.

Eyes that you wished you knew the color of.

Eyes that always seemed to avoid yours.

Eyes that could never lose focus while in a fight.

Eyes that just swept over your body.

Eyes that met yours all at once.

Your head quickly turned to the side. Was he looking at you?! Just pretend you were doing something else. Had Robin been talking to you? You desperately tried to get your friend's attention. You feel like you've been caught. The familiar feeling of warmth returns even stronger than before. Robin had definitely been the wrong choice for your excuse. She couldn’t have been talking to you, of course, if you hadn't wasted your time ogling Law, you would have noticed how Robin's dark hair had landed on your shoulder. She'd been sleeping quietly next to you for a few minutes.

Damn. Now you were sure. He had caught you. Cautiously, your gaze drifted back.

Law's gaze was also averted but his cheeks were blushed. And his gorgeous eyes had disappeared behind his cap again.

Law's chest was suddenly incredibly warm. Why hadn't he been paying more attention? Of course you'd catch him staring at you. Hopefully you didn't think anything bad of him. Nothing would be worse than that.

You were probably used to being stared at. The cook could hardly take his eyes off you three Strawhat ladies. But had Law just looked at you the same way? As he pulled his coat closer around him, he hoped fervently that his eyes didn't turn into hearts every time he looked in your direction.

With the most serious expression he could fake in this moment, he tried again.

But he hadn't expected your eyes to still be on him. Law was turning as red as a tomato. The warm feeling was everywhere again. And now he really couldn't be sure if his gray eyes hadn't turned into big hearts.

Because you were looking at him. And he looked back.

A small smile flitted across your face.

And Law awkwardly smiled back.

The cold and the storm were long forgotten. While the others were freezing and dreaming of warm summer light or cozy blankets,

two pirates were infinitely warm.

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #nami #monkey d. luffy

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We Need To Talk About The Oscars

Or more like I a Jewish person need you non-Jewish people to listen and actually hear me and other Jewish people when we talk about Jewish representation and utter lack of it in media.

I know that you think there is Jewish representation is media and I know many of you think that is probably an over abundance of Jewish representation in fact.

But having characters occasionally say oy vey, or kosher or mazal tov even though they are not Jewish is not representation. Saying schmear or a yiddish word here and there again usually by non-Jewish characters is not representation.

Having characters who we only know they are Jewish because it comes up during xmas episodes and they mention Hanukah like once is not representation especially if they are not played by Jewish actors.

Having canon Jewish characters stripped of being for tv shows or movies is not representation. Having a canon non-Jewish character made Jewish, but by doing so it plays it really harmful stereotypes and tropes abouts Jews is not representation (i.e the penguin in the animated Harley Quinn Series being made Jewish even though he is not all while not having Harley be Jewish even though canonically she is).

Having Jewish actors play villainous roles all the time especially ones with certain overtones is not only not representation it is actively harmful.

Having non-Jewish actors play Jewish characters and people is not representation, no matter how far back they may or may not have some Jewish ancestry perhaps.

There are three movies nominated for multiple Oscars about three real Jewish people. Not one of those films bothered to get a Jewish actors to portray these very real Jews.

Maestro has Bradley Cooper portraying Leonard Bernstein, Golda has Helen Mirren portraying Golda Meir, and Oppenheimer has Cillian Murphy portraying J. Robert Oppenheimer.

All three actors are not Jewish and yet all three portrayed Jewish people in their films.

All of three films are being awarded for their antisemitism, because that is what this is, with a bevy of award nominations from the Academy. Even if one does not go home with Oscar to be an Oscar Nominee still comes with prestige and seal of approval.

Both Maestro and Oppenheimer are being awarded with the Best Actor Nomination for their choice of non-Jewish men to play Jewish men.

Golda and Maestro have been awarded with the Best Hairstyling and Makeup Nomination despite both films heavy use of prosthetic makeup of their non-Jewish actors in order to make them "look more Jewish".

This is disgusting. This is antisemitic point blank. Hollywood as an industry has always been antisemitic and continues to be so. And now it rewards itself for its antisemitism. Once again it is left to Jews to shout into the void about this shameful injustice and hope that others will hear us and help make our voices heard.

This should not be happening still. This should be a wake up call within Hollywood and should a moment to course correct and do better.

Clearly it is not. I do not hold my breathe. I can say what I feel needs to be said and hope and that others see it and understand the truth in what I am saying.

It is time to stop erasing from our own stories and narratives. It is time to start giving us true and meaningful representation.

#antisemitism #hollywood antisemitism #antisemitism in media #jewish representation #lack of jewish representation #jewish erasure

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