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fiercynn · 2 months

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okay, if you have ever made or reblogged a “hold your nose and vote for biden” post, this is for you.

here’s the fucking thing about these kinds of posts. i've been seeing them since i first returned to tumblr in, I think, late 2022? they've certainly increased in frequency since october 7, but they were there before too, ready to counter any kind of opposition to biden that has cropped up. many of them are not just trying to educate people about what positive things biden has done, which, like, at least I can understand the motivation behind those ones? but so many of them are directly in response to people criticizing biden, and their only real point is “sure you’re upset at this thing biden did, but have you considered the election?” starting YEARS before the next presidential election, mind you.

and october 7 only made that clearer. i don’t think it had been a week before i saw these posts cropping up. can you not see how fucking ghoulish that is? to look at the rightful pain and anger of those whose relatives and communities are being slaughtered with active american support, to respond to one of the few pieces of agency most americans have in influencing what their governments do – their vote – by saying “yes but trump would be worse.” as if the primary people you’re lecturing – palestinians, muslims, arabs, black people, indigenous people, disabled people, other marginalized people – don’t remember exactly how bad it was under trump!

and even if you think not voting is an empty gesture – something i, who studied political science at a mainstream american lib college, who has worked as a field organizer on a previous democratic presidential campaign and for several policy campaigns, who currently works in public policy in america, used to believe, but have absolutely changed my mind on – what is in no way an empty gesture is saying publicly that you will not vote for someone. the arguments people usually have about why simply not voting is bad are that you can’t tell why someone is not voting, so it is as likely to be apathy or disenfranchisement as it is a political statement. but saying publicly that you will not vote for someone, and why you will not vote for them, absolutely is a political statement, and potentially a powerful one! but you choose to negate and/or ignore that by trotting out the “lesser of two evils” bullshit.

and then there’s the whole “yes but people will DIE under trump”. PEOPLE ARE DYING NOW. even if you’re fucking racist and have decided that palestinian lives don’t count, have you forgotten biden’s ongoing covid minimalism and dismantling of the CDC’s covid research and prevention infrastructure? have you forgotten his increase in spending for law enforcement scant years after the murder of george floyd and his administration's surveillance of protesters, including cop city protesters? have you forgotten his recent ramp-up in deportations of undocumented immigrants, including the active continuation of many trump-era policies?

maybe you have forgotten all those things and do purport to care about palestinians, but you just think that biden is doing his best to influence netanyahu and is getting nowhere! but then you must have forgotten all of the things that biden and his administration themselves have done to further this fucking genocide, including:

continuing to send arms to israel

putting together a military task force within days of yemen’s red sea blockade and attacking yemeni ships

bombing yemen

bombing syria

bombing iraq

vetoing three ceasefire resolutions at the united nations

testifying to defend israel and its genocide and occupation at the international court of justice

refusing to rescue palestinian-americans stuck in gaza

halting funding to the united nations relief and works agency for palestinian refugees (UNRWA) based on israeli claims that 12 of UNRWA’s over 30,000 staff were hamas agents, even though u.s. intelligence has not been able to independently verify this

lying that he’s personally seen photos of babies beheaded by hamas when he hadn’t because they didn’t exist (and even when his own staff cautioned him that reports of beheaded babies may not be credible)

questioning the number of palestinian deaths reported by the gaza ministry of health (when even israel has not questioned them, since they are in fact proud of those numbers)

perpetuating lies about hamas having committed the attack on al-aqsa hospital

questioning united nations reports of adults and children raped by israeli soldiers while claiming to have proof (that no one else has seen) of hamas doing the same

honestly so many more things that i can’t remember them all but others feel free to add

or maybe you haven’t forgotten any of that, and think that you’re still justified in lecturing people about why they should vote for biden, because you genuinely believe trump would still be worse. if that is the case, you have still failed to see that by saying you will vote for biden no matter what, you are part of the problem of biden continuing to act like this. because biden is counting on fear of trump to win him this next election no matter what else he does. despite his appalling polling numbers, despite the knowledge that he is losing the palestinian-american vote, the arab-american vote, the muslim-american vote, the black american vote, the youth vote – despite all of that, he is secure in the idea that he will still win because he is better than trump. can you not see how that allows him to act without impunity? how it becomes increasingly impossible for his base to influence what he’s doing if he thinks that they will be with him no matter what? this is how you make yourself complicit to biden’s actions, by not affording anyone even the slightest power to hold him accountable for anything.

and in most cases, the “hold your nose and vote for biden” thing is the response of people who aren’t even being instructed by others not to vote for biden. it is their response to people saying they themselves are choosing not to vote for biden. fucking ghoulish.

#fuck biden #u.s. politics #free palestine #genocide #covid #immigrant justice #prison abolition #police abolition #ableism #from the river to the sea palestine will be free

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luneariann · 11 months

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Bsd headcanons!

- Kouyou, 27 yr as of current canon

- Kouyou started dressing in traditional clothing in an effort to seem older/inspire more respect when she first became an executive, and it stuck. now instructs all the people under her wing to do the same

- Actually a huge fan of romance novels, Chuuya started reading them cuz of her

- Tea snob

- WILL judge you to your face in the most convoluted language, you will only realize you were insulted in like three business days

- She has freckles but she covers them up w makeup, Yosano loves them

- Yosano, 27 yr old

- When she was first adopted by Fukuzawa she tried doing things she thought kids her age did in an effort to feel more "normal" it didn't rly work

- Has won scariest ADA member four years in a row, shes both very proud of that title and very protective of it, actively does scarier shit once the elections come back around each year

- Wine snob!

- Veryyy blunt, she got it from Ranpo (Fukuzawa would call him a bad influence except he theyre both saying what hes thinking so)

- Dazai, 26

- Has tried to be a plant dad to win a bet w Ranpo, failed miserably, none of his plants are alive but theyre all lovingly named anyway, he talks to their decomposing corpses sometimes

- The worst fashion sense known to man, he KNOWS how to dress he just makes the active choice to dress like a bowling alley carpet when given the chance

- When Atsushi made him a friendship bracelet and he had to be excused to go to the bathroom and compose himself

- Hes Yokohamas local cryptid

- Chuuya, 26

- Loves romance novels, its his greatest secret

- Dazai gave him a bunch of plants as a surprise gift during his brief plant dad phase, he frantically learned everything he could abt them so he could take care of them properly

- He cuts his own hair, yes it is uneven on purpose, he thinks he looks cool (he does, but only because hes Chuuya so he can pull off literally anything) (yes i am biased why do you ask)

- Fantastic cook

- Piercings <333 he would get a tattoo but he doesnt rly do well with needles (cough trauma cough)

- Atsushi, 18

- Had a "sleepover" with Kyouka when he realized neither of them had ever had one, it was great they did eachothers nails and watched romcoms together, Kyouka decided she didnt really like them but Atsushi did so they watched them anyways

- Made everyone friendship bracelets one time on said "sleepover"!

- ALSO has an atrocious fashion sense, its Dazais influence <//3

- Kyouka has made it her personal mission to fix his haircut over time (he cuts his hair with kitchen scissors, she was horrified when she saw)

- Akutagawa, 19

- a full on trad goth, he goes simple for work tho

- Hes a gatekeeper, sorry yall </3

- Carries around an umbrella in the sunlight cuz he burns rly rly easily

- Gets cold REALLY easily too

- The most socially inept man you will ever meet, Gin had to cover for him A LOT when they were children

- When he first realized he felt something for Atsushi he not only did not realize that his heart speeding up around him was a crush thing, but thought it was excitement for a fight, so he just ended up challenging him to an absurd amount of fights, going as far as to go to the ADA to pick fights

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eowyntheavenger · 2 months

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Hi! I saw your post on telling Americans to vote, and I was wondering what you think of posts from people from other parts of the world who are calling Americans evil for voting for Biden because of his support for Israel. I've seen a few already. They seem to be completely convinced that Americans deliberately voted for Biden specifically to side against Palestine and no other reason, and spread the general (pretty ignorant and hateful) message of "Americans are evil because of the actions of their government and because they collectively refuse to vote for a president who is good and not simply 'the lesser of two evils'". It frustrates me because they seem to think they're experts on US politics, culture, and society and have all the answers, but it also makes me concerned because it reminds me of the whole Russian bot thing from last time. Like, I'm 99% sure the people reblogging these posts aren't Russian bots (don't know about the OPs though), and they unquestioningly believe this. What do you think of this and how would you go about addressing this issue? Do you think it's possible to get them to understand how little they actually know about the US and how they're actually promoting a message that makes things worse for everyone? I've also seen less scathing posts that are just disheartened and don't seem to believe the democrats are truly better to vote for than the republicans and so it's just two sides of the same coin. To be fair, I think that sort of feeling is only further encouraged because there didn't really seem to be much if any progress made with Biden, not even back to square one after Trump moved the country so far backwards. I think most Americans really wish the elections actually had good candidates and they could pick the best of two goods, but are frustrated and stuck with the current system and don't know how to actually get to the point where there are good candidates. (Though personally I think voting for the one who isn't actively trying to make themselves a king with unlimited terms is a decent start. I can understand the frustration though.)

Hi! Thanks for the ask. This stuff worries me too. I've gotten comments on my posts like that too, telling me/other Americans that we're evil for voting for Biden.

But I've seen a much larger number of comments and posts from people outside the United States BEGGING us to vote for Biden. I literally get tags like that on my posts EVERY DAY urging Americans to vote blue. So I think that's valuable context, even if it doesn't solve the problem of the "I hate everybody who votes for Biden" crowd.

And yes, it's definitely a shitty argument on their part to claim that people voting for Biden are specifically siding against Palestine. Literally every single person I know in real life and online who plans to vote for Biden has been criticizing and protesting his policies on Palestine.

In terms of convincing the anti-voters that they're wrong, honestly, I don't know. They don't listen to reason and they seem intent on spreading despair. Some of Biden's policies have been terrible (Willow oil-drilling project), some of them have been downright evil (military aid to Israel), but I'm a rational person and I know that Trump is worse in every respect.

I've tried debating them. It's been pointless every time. They genuinely don't know how the government works, which scares me. Common takes include: 1) a genuine lack of awareness of how pro-Israel Trump and the right wing are, combined with magical thinking that a virtually unknown third party candidate can win the presidential election, 2) truly impressive mental gymnastics blaming Biden for the overturn of Roe v. Wade, and 3) continuing the mental gymnastics to blame Biden and the Democrats for anti-trans policies...

I guess my advice is to either ignore them and move on, or debunk things when you have time/energy? It's easier said than done, I know. There's nothing more annoying than someone being stupid on the internet, especially when they accuse you of stuff that just isn't true, and especially when they're spreading dangerous misinformation or voter-suppression rhetoric.

Like you, I'm highly suspicious of anyone who advocates AGAINST voting, or against voting blue. And I agree, many of these people are not bots, like you said, but I call them useful idiots, because they're doing the bots' work for them.

The one thing you said that I'm going to push back on is "there didn't really seem to be much if any progress made with Biden." Biden's actually made lots of progress on a variety of issues, and reversed some of Trump’s damage, it just doesn't get a lot of fanfare and it’s unfortunately happening at the same time as Republican gains in state legislatures and while they control the Supreme Court. But Biden and his administration have:

• invested billions in green architecture and clean energy, including making sure federal investments benefit low-income communities

• introduced new fines for companies' methane emissions

• introduced a plan to cut the federal government's greenhouse gas emissions by 65% by 2030 (that includes the military, which is a huge emitter)

• passed a huge bill for improving the country's infrastructure, including bridges, roads, broadband and more

• introduced first-ever national strategy on gender equality and equity and pushed Congress to pass the Equal Rights Amendment

• fought for women's reproductive rights after the overturn of Roe v. Wade

• put more women, people of color, and women of color on the federal bench than any of his predecessors combined

• nominated Kentaji Brown Jackson as the first Black woman to serve on the Supreme Court

• boosted funding to historically Black colleges

• ordered the DOJ to end the use of private prisons by the federal government

• pardoned thousands of people convicted on federal marijuana charges

• created a White House office of gun violence prevention

• passed the Respect for Marriage Act, guaranteeing federal rights and benefits for same-sex couples

• rolled out a series of actions to protect the rights and safety of the LGBTQ+ community, including protecting queer and trans foster youth, improving access to mental health services, and addressing the rise in hate crimes

• challenged discriminatory state bans against gender-affirming care and trans athletes

• called to support trans youth in State of the Union address and restored the White House tradition of recognizing Pride Month

• changed passport rules so that people can obtain a passport with no gender marker

• examined efforts by each federal agency to advance LGBTQ+ rights around the world

• reversed Trump's transgender military ban

• protected the rights of incarcerated trans people

• forgave billions in student debt, repeatedly, and introduced penalties for college programs that trap students in debt

• slashed bank overdraft fees

• expanded guaranteed overtime pay for millions of people

• made union-busting harder

• prevented discriminatory mortgage lending

• made efforts to expand the child tax credit, which could lift hundreds of thousands of children out of poverty

• cracked down on agriculture monopolies to support farmers and small businesses

• made it so the government is going to start taking drug companies' patents away if they don't make affordable drugs

• made over-the-counter birth control pills available for the first time

• lowered the cost of hearing aids and expanded access to them

• spent millions of dollars on students' mental health

• reversed discriminatory healthcare rules

• reinvigorated cancer research

• announced plans to replace all leaded pipes in the next ten years as well as combatting lead exposure abroad

• changed rules for how people can get aid after disasters so they can get more protection and immediate payments more easily

• introduced new data privacy rules protecting people from tech companies

• pushed the federal government to monitor AI risks

• maintained steadfast support for Ukraine in the face of Russian aggression

• maintained steadfast support for Taiwan in the face of Chinese intimidation

• strengthened ties with allies in Asia and the Pacific Islands

• pledged climate change assistance to low-lying Pacific Island countries

• literally IMMEDIATELY after being elected, Biden fortified DACA, rejoined the Paris Agreement, and ended Trump's discriminatory "Muslim ban", ended the Keystone XL Pipeline and fossil duel development in wildlife monuments, (same as last link) rejoined the WHO, strengthened COVID-19 response measures on a variety of fronts, re-included non-citizens in the U.S. census, and passed executives orders on racial equity in the federal government

And I'm sure there's more I left out.

There are also things Biden does that literally don’t make the news, but matter a lot, like funding the Postal Service, and continuing to have a State Department so we can conduct overseas diplomacy (Trump tried to defund the USPS and wants to purge the State Department and fill it with loyalists).

#asks #US politics #Biden administration #I'm planning to make an even more comprehensive post at some point #my post

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confused-much · 4 months

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So, I started rewatching Community after a year or two and wow, I forgot so many things about this show:

Jeffannie started in season 1 during that debate episode and this makes me feel even more icky. Somehow I thought that this ship started at the end of season 1/beginning of season 2.

Jeffannie is so uncomfortable for me to watch. Not only is the age gap creepy, Annie is presented as this innocent girl while Jeff is Jeff. And yeah, as the series progresses, Annie matures but she's still so young and has her whole life ahead while Jeff is 40 and stuck at Greendale

Britta in season one was the best because she wasn't dumbed down and exaggerated. She had the same flaws as in later seasons (like her lack of real activism, terrible choice of boyfriends, being uncool etc.) but those flaws were believable and toned down to fit the rest of characters. I miss Britta

I forgot that they made Pierce horrible in season 2 onwards so it was a shock. In season one he has more redemptive moments

I miss season one and two of community the most. The show was still somewhat grounded and it made me think of my own college experiences (anthropology as shown in community was basically 80% of my real classes)

Senior Chang > any other Chang BUT that one episode of Guard Change is top ten for me ("Arizona backwards is Arizona!")

Abed was terrible to Troy in some episodes in season 3 (Blanket fort episode, stars doppelgangers episode) and doesn't face consequences/learn a lesson/start to appreciate Troy more. I like Abed but it still pisses me off

I feel that as the show progressed it was less about the main 7 and more about Annie and Jeff which sucks and I hate it

Also, Jeffbritta was the best. Are they toxic? Yes. Do they understand each other on a deep level and always help each other when needed? Also yes. I loved their bickering in the show and I always liked their little moments.

I forgot that Dean's Dalmatian fetish started in season one and progressed throughout the story

Paintball episodes are meh for me. Yes, all of them

"If loving worms is stupid then I don't want to be smart!" "It is and you can't!" I love this little exchange.

Idk, I noticed that sometimes some characters from main 7 appeared for like 1 minute in the whole episode. I know that you can't always have episode with all of them equally on the screen but idk it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Like the election episode which is basically all about Jeff and Annie. Pierce has like 5 lines and all are horrible, Troy and Abed are reduced to being announcers, Britta and Shirley basically don't exist (Britta also goes on stage and is ridiculed)

Idk they could have done more with Shirley

I also like the friendship between Britta and Shirley, the anarchist and atheist being friends with devoted Christian has so much potential

I was never fan of Troy and Britta together

Idk, on one hand Trobed is fine, but on the other hand showing a deep and profound friendship like that is also fine. I'm ok with both

Ass crack bandit song slaps and I love it

Out of all of the main seven, I don't like Annie the most (after season 2 onwards Pierce ofc). And I honestly can't tell if I don't like her that much because of the personality or because of her ship with Jeff

#community show #community nbc #britta perry #jeff winger #jeffbritta #anti jeffannie #shirley bennett #troy barnes #abed nadir #annie edison #pierce hawthorne #nbc community

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iruiion · 1 year

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literally obsessed with drawing donnie in shitty garages. this time he's a streamer. i was literally drawing this EXACTLY like i was the ai that extended jerma's room. i just kept extending the canvas.

i think either he's a 2 view streamer, or he's actually decently popular, but his streams are actively hostile to his viewers. like they're so shitty and about such esoteric topics so nobody can really follow along. he has a Unregistered HyperCam 2 watermark. he has a stream where he shows his viewers how to make pipe bombs

try to spot all the details on your own :) but also a list of detailz under the readmore

i think 1/2 of this will be a where's waldo esque thing because "Image too fucking small" but this will generally be kind of in order. O.K.?

-miku poster -jupiter jim, gundam, and miku figures (jupier jiim figure from "purple game" ep :) ) -drinky bird -three discarded energy drink cans, one of which is DRIPPING of the TABLE !! -gamer mouse -mug that says "else {continue;}" because . whatever. good joke -dead shit in jars -kitty digital alarm clock. miau -sonic for genesis on da shelf. w/ dvds and other gamez. there is no sega genesis in the image btw but there IS a gamecube -the world's smallest cnc machine is on the shelf -michael wave -minifridge -3d printer & filament on the top shelf -drill press & electic hand drill -bandsaw. it says black & decker on it. i trust it to explode his horrible garage for a workspace -an excess number of power strips and excess number of shit plugged in them -gamecube. 2 controller <-should have made this a gameclam in hindsight. imagine if he had like a fucking ATM in his room. -crttv -function generator & multimeter. oscilloscope, aptly named othello-scope (he painted the text on it himself). he loves to make goofy slide whistle sounds with the function generator -chicken wire LOL idk what he'd use it for. caging in his siblings. -several 2x4s, one of which has a bunch of nails stuck in it haphazardly -one of those cylinder telescopes -bike -fume hood + beakers on top of it. because donnie makes his lab a hazardous environment -he's also got a meowchi on his desk (miau) & an empty smoothie cup, plus a spiral bounded page of notes ("ahh molcar" and "vanilla extract" written down)

and then the comic is from one of snapscube's realtime sonic fandubs

#rottmnt #tmnt #donatello #.oort #.oort finished

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stillwintering · 4 months

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All's Fair in Love and Politics (a modern Nessian AU - where Rhys is running for president)

Summary: In the ruthless arena of politics, victory demands risking everything, even one's own heart. Rhysand has his eyes on the presidency. Feyre convinces her estranged sister, Nesta, to join the political campaign. Nesta and Cassian find themselves forging an unexpected bond as the campaign intensifies. But can their budding romance survive the treacherous waters of modern political warfare?

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Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Cassian spent the rest of his evening at the River House, which had turned into an impromptu campaign headquarters of sorts. After all the official business was settled and Amren had left to take the last flight back to DC, Cassian found himself lingering in the company of Rhys and Azriel. They gathered in Rhys's expansive wood-paneled study for a nightcap.

It had been too long since the three of them had the chance to simply exist together as brothers in arms without the weight of duty or the shadow of danger looming over them.

The day's activities had visibly taken a toll on Rhys, understandable given how many media appearances he completed. By all accounts, the speech had been a resounding success, yet Rhys seemed lost in thought, gazing pensively at the drink in his hand, almost sad.

"Don't tell me you're getting cold feet." Cassian's voice broke the silence. He leaned in, trying to catch Rhys's eye, giving him a teasing nudge on the elbow. Azriel, seated in an armchair on Rhys's other side, only observed silently.

Rhys raised his head, a faint smile on his lips, though his eyes remained somber. "Something like that."

Cassian sucked in a breath. "I'm afraid it's too late to turn back now, brother." He held up his crystal glass, the amber liquid inside glinting in the lamplight, before taking a sip. "The horse is out of the barn."

"What if..." Rhys looked away to the moonlit sky out the window of his study and the Sidra sparkling under the stars.

"It will be a tough fight for the nomination and a even tougher fight in the general election." Cassian smiled at him reassuringly. "It's going to be hard and chances are, we'll lose. But no one will fault you for that."

Rhys shook his head, his expression turning resolute. "No, I mean what if I actually win?"

A moment of realization washed over Cassian. "There's no one else I'd trust more with such power and responsibility," he told him.

"I don't trust myself," Rhys murmured, his voice tinged with a vulnerability rare for him.

"I know you." Azriel knocked his knee gently against Rhys's. "You're the one," he stated firmly.

Rhys's gaze drifted away again, his doubts still clinging to him like shadows.

Cassian turned to Azriel. "They say a good man can't get elected President these days," he mused with a half-smile. "I refuse to believe that. Do you, Az?"

"Absolutely not," he responded without hesitation.

"And you think I'm that man?" Rhys interjected, his face still dark, "Does it matter that I'm not as sure?"

"Do you remember that operation outside of Kabul? The one that went sideways real fast?" Cassian reclined back in his armchair, his demeanor thoughtful. "Our first hot zone and we were completely outgunned, stuck in a crossfire with enemy combatants all around. I’ll be honest, I thought we were done for. We were just rookies back then. But you, Rhys, you just took over like you were born to do it. Directing our moves, calling out targets, staying cool under that kind of heat. You got us out of there with zero civilian casualties. It’s a rare thing, Rhys."

Cassian stopped to catch his eye. "I knew from that moment that I would follow you into the Mist of Avalon."

Azriel only chuckled while Rhys let out a dry laugh. "Cass, please, you're the one with the natural aptitude for strategic combat." Rhys waved his hand. "But I do find, somehow, urban warfare easier to navigate than politics."

Cassian raised his glass in a toast, prompting the others to do the same. "To fighting the good fight then," he announced with a wink. "Political or otherwise."

Azriel joined in, his glass meeting theirs with a gentle chime. "To making a difference," he added.

Rhys looked at his friends -- his brothers -- their faces unflinching. "To the future," he said, his eyes clear and focused. "May it be brighter than we dare to hope."

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By the time Cassian and Azriel returned to the House of the Wind, the inky night had draped its silent shroud over the building. They expected the grand lobby to be completely deserted at this late hour. Yet, to Cassian's wonder, Nesta was there.

Lost in a world of her own, Nesta walked under the dim glow of the ornate chandelier, her figure casting long, fluid shadows across the polished marble floor. From the way she was dressed, it looked like she was about to go on a late-night run.

It wasn't until Cassian stepped into her space, closing the distance to a mere foot, that she snapped out of her thoughts. Her gaze, sharp and piercing, lifted to meet his and then to Azriel's. A flicker of surprise darted across her features before she veiled it with a practiced air of indifference.

"Going on another evening run?" Cassian asked her as a way of greeting.

Nesta's response was terse, her lips pursing slightly as she uttered a succinct "Yes." She looked over the both of them again. "Anything happen at the meeting at the River House?"

"You didn't miss much," Azriel responded. "Amren will send out a memo first thing tomorrow."

Cassian studied her for a beat longer, noting the slight clench of her jaw and the way her eyes darted to the lobby doors. An idea sparked in him.

"If you give me ten minutes," he offered, gesturing towards the elevators with a hopeful tilt of his head, "I can join you."

The words hung in the air, a delicate offer. He saw it then -- the imperceptible stiffening of her posture, ready to refuse. So he quickly added, a playful note in his voice, "I know all the good running routes around here."

Nesta hesitated, but her expression wavered. "I would rather run on my own."

"I don't blame you," Azriel teased, unable to stop himself. "Cassian is terrible company."

Cassian scowled at his brother. "It's dark out, Nes," he tried again. "Let me come with you."

Nesta looked away to the pitch-blackness that lay outside the lobby doors, calculating. Although Velaris was generally a very safe city, she had never tried to navigate it in the dead of night. Finally, she looked back at him, her expression unreadable.

"Fine," Nesta acquiesced. "Ten minutes."

She gracefully sidestepped, allowing Cassian and Azriel access to the elevators. She then glided to a nearby sofa, settling into its plush cushions to wait.

Cassian burst into the elevator and jabbed at the buttons for their respective floors, his foot tapping impatiently. Azriel leaned back against the elevator wall, his arms folded casually across his chest, with a mischievous grin on his lips as he observed Cassian's barely veiled agitation.

"Easy there, big guy," he remarked affectionately. "She's not going to disappear."

Cassian shot him a quick, frustrated glance. "I just don't want to keep her waiting longer than necessary," he muttered.

"Oh, is that so?" Azriel's eyebrow arched in amusement. "Or could it be that you're just eager to spend time with her under the starry sky?"

As the elevator finally dinged at Cassian's floor, he practically leaped out. "You don't know what you're talking about, Az," he retorted over his shoulder.

Azriel laughed, shaking his head as the elevator doors slid shut. "Good luck!" he called after Cassian.

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Cassian led the way, his stride confident and familiar as they ran up the winding road that hugged the contours of the mountain behind the House of the Wind. The path, bathed in the soft glow of well-placed lights, carved a serpentine trail through the dense pine forest and upwards into the heart of the mountainside. A delicate mist had descended, settling into the treetops like cobwebs.

"There's a lookout a few miles up with an amazing view of the city," Cassian said, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet night.

Nesta only nodded, allowing him to set a moderate pace. The scent of pine and earth filled her senses, and she found herself leaning into the night air, into his steadfast strength beside her.

Their heavy breaths, synchronized and rhythmic, filled the silent space between them.

As they ascended, the forest around them began to change. The trees grew taller, their branches interlocking above to create a natural cathedral, their needles whispering secrets. She let all the noise of her mind recede into the thickening mist, let it wrap around her like a soothing embrace.

When they finally reached the lookout, Nesta stopped, her breath labored from the climb, and gazed out at the glittering city below, beyond the mist of the forest, sprawled like a jeweled tapestry, the lights flickering like distant stars caught in an earthly web. The world seemed to pause -- the only sounds were their heartbeats and the distant hum of Velaris.

"It's beautiful," she whispered.

Cassian turned towards her, his expression soft yet intense. His hazel eyes, reflecting the city's lights, narrowed on Nesta as if she were the only object in this vast, sparkling expanse. "Yes," he breathed.

Nesta could feel the blood rushing through her head. A breeze tousled Cassian's hair, setting it dancing wild under the silver glow of the moon.

"Tell me why you're here," Nesta asked, her words floating on the night air.

He bowed his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Tell me why you left a promising military career to work on a long shot political campaign."

He studied her face intently, sensing the urgency in her question. He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Because I care about who gets to be in the room where it happens," he finally said.

Nesta's brow furrowed, her eyes searching his for more.

"I was a good soldier," Cassian continued. "But in the military, I was a cog in the machine. Being on the ground, seeing the consequences of following orders... it changes you."

He paused, his gaze growing distant. Cassian remembered his lover during the war -- Tanwyn, with a smile like a storm, who was a surgeon with Doctors Without Borders. She chose to work at a hospital in the middle of a conflict zone and chose to stay even when the town came under siege. After the bombing started, Cassian disputed his commander's decision to engage the enemy so close to a civilian-occupied area. When that went nowhere, he had begged, begged her to get to safety. But Tanwyn had refused, "I didn't go through 14 years of medical training to abandon my patients." Her last words to him.

It took Cassian a very long time to get over her death.

He cleared his throat and looked away.

"I've experienced the fallout of strategic miscalculations, witnessed the collateral damage of executive decisions made in far-off offices," Cassian concluded. "No more senseless wars. That's why I'm here."

Nesta listened, absorbing his words. She tried to understand the rollercoaster of emotions that had swept through his face.

"And you think Rhysand Starborn is the right person to be in the room where it happens?"

Cassian gave her a wry grin. "Funny you should ask."

"Why?"

He dismissed the moment with a shake of his head.

When he faced her again, Cassian's expression was one of unwavering conviction. "I am certain he is the right person for the job."

Nesta took a long moment to study him, taking in the firm set of his jaw and the gentle curves of his lips -- the lines crinkling around his eyes seemed to tell stories of bravery and compassion.

"Okay," she said at last, as though settling an internal debate.

"Okay?"

Nesta nodded, this time with a certainty that seemed to anchor her. "Yes, okay," she repeated, giving him an assured smile.

They stood together for a moment longer, time seemingly stretching out as they surveyed the panoramic view of Velaris. The night breeze caressed Nesta's skin and sent a shiver down her spine as her body cooled from their earlier ascent to the overlook.

"Shall we head back?" she suggested, her arms instinctively wrapping around herself for warmth.

Cassian agreed with a dip of his chin, but his curiosity piqued. "These evening runs of yours, are they a regular thing?"

Nesta hesitated, her words tangling slightly. "Yes -- no, well, sort of. I'm actually training for the National Women's Half Marathon," she clarified. "I've committed to running it with some friends."

"If you want, I could help -- I could train with you."

Nesta mulled over his offer again, the sincerity in his voice apparent. "That might be nice," she said, giving in to the tug in her heart. "I'll let you know when I'm planning my next run."

Cassian's answering smile was so bright, so full of warmth, that Nesta felt momentarily dazed -- a radiance that rivaled the moon above.

"Come on then." He turned from the outlook, and Nesta followed, falling into step beside him as they began their descent.

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Nesta inhaled deeply, trying to stifle the swell of emotions in her chest. She stood on the meticulously groomed lawns of the River House, where Feyre was hosting a luncheon for the League of Women Voters of Velaris.

In front of her, the Starborn's grand conservatory was bustling with guests -- their conversations a steady buzz against the clinking of fine china. The large glass structure was situated in the back of the house, hidden from view from the street. Sunlight poured in through the expansive glass panels, bathing the interior space in a golden, dappled light. The conservatory itself was an oasis of botanical beauty, brimming with an array of vibrant flowers and delicate greenery. Nesta knew immediately that Elain must love it here.

Feyre weaved through the crowd with grace and charm, playing the part of hostess perfectly, but Nesta knew her sister was still adjusting to the relentless glare of the public eye. That was why she agreed to drop into the luncheon to make sure that the reporter the local paper sent to cover the event was on their best behavior.

Nesta had never been to the River House before. Every Christmas, a perfunctory invitation to visit from Feyre would arrive, and each time, Nesta found a convenient excuse to decline, preferring to maintain a distance from the life that Feyre had carved out for herself. Standing before the River House, with its stately charm and the Sidra flowing majestically in the background, Nesta couldn't help but feel a pang of regret mingled with a deep urge to flee.

When Feyre's eyes found hers through the glass panels, Feyre's relief was evident as she beckoned Nesta inside.

"I'm so glad you're here," Feyre murmured.

Nesta, feeling a rare surge of sisterly affection, reached out and gave Feyre's hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing great," she offered, her voice softer than usual.

Feyre's smile wavered. "I've been so nervous about this event," she confessed. "And talking to that reporter later. I've never done any press without Rhys before."

"I've already vetted the interview questions. There won't be any curveballs," Nesta reassured her. "It's a simple society piece for the local paper, nothing too intense. Just steer clear of any policy talk. You'll be fine."

Feyre bit her lip. "Can you stay until after I talk to the reporter?"

"Of course, I'll stay."

With a nod of gratitude, Feyre turned and glided gracefully back to mingling with her guests.

Left to herself, Nesta pulled out her phone to go through the emails that inevitably crowd her inbox. She glanced around and noticed a large door that led into the quieter recesses of the River House. The luncheon was in full swing, but she couldn't find it in herself to work the room the way Feyre or Rhys would.

Nesta crossed the threshold, finding herself in a peaceful hallway. She took in the grand space around her: the high ceiling, intricate moldings, and silk curtains framing the windows. As she looked down the corridor, her eyes followed the row of oil paintings lining the walls. Something about them seemed deeply familiar -- the impressionistic brushwork and open, airy compositions bore the unmistakable touch of Feyre's hand.

Nesta made her way down the hallway, her steps soft and nearly silent on the plush carpet, looking for a quiet space away from the party to focus on her inbox. Eventually, she found herself in a cozy sitting room, its wide walls lined with books.

Her eyes immediately fell to the shelves full of framed photographs. Nesta stepped closer to study the pictures.

There were several of Rhys, Azriel, and Cassian together, chronicling different chapters of their lives -- from their college days to their military service to ski trips that appeared suspiciously like snowball fights.

In each image, Cassian's smile was wide and unrestrained, his arms invariably slung around his brothers, his hair noticeably longer in his younger years. Azriel, by contrast, looked stern, though his eyes were warm. Rhys appeared relaxed and completely at ease among his friends and family -- a side of him she had never witnessed.

There were photos of Mor exuding her usual glamour and confidence. In one snapshot, Mor stood between Azriel and Cassian. They were dressed to the nines. Azriel looked at Mor with something like total adoration on his face, while Mor was laughing with her head thrown back, leaning into Cassian. But Cassian was grinning at the camera.

An old photograph tucked in the back was of the Starborns -- Rhys's father and mother. Beside it was a portrait of Rhys's mother sitting by the fire on what looked like Christmas morning.

Then Nesta recognized an image that must have been taken the night Rhys had first won his congressional seat -- even Amren was smiling in that one. Feyre, joyous, was in the middle of leaning into a hug from Rhys. He looked only at Feyre even as the dozen faces in the photos were turned towards him.

Scattered in between the memories of their "inner circle" were many photos chronicling Nyx's young life -- a teary-eyed Rhys holding an ultrasound with Feyre behind him; a portrait of Feyre with a swollen belly; Feyre holding Nyx for the first time on a hospital bed with Rhys next to her; Rhys lifting a toddler Nyx into the air. There was a blurry image of Nyx at his third birthday party, white frosting all over his face, with Cassian and Mor fussing over him and Azriel standing to the side laughing, clumps of frosting in his dark hair.

The most recent photo was one of Elain and Nyx together, surrounded by flowers in a field.

Nesta felt her pulse quicken in dread. These photographs were windows into the vibrant life Feyre had lived, yet, Nesta found no trace of herself in these frozen moments.

Finally, she noticed a large photo in a corner -- Feyre was wearing a simple white slip-dress, her arms interlocked with Rhys, dashing in a blue linen suit. They were standing barefoot on a beach, waves crashing behind them. Feyre held a large bouquet of hydrangeas and roses in her other hand. Surrounding the smiling couple on either side were Cassian, Mor, Azriel, and Amren. They were all beaming, although Mor had clearly been crying. It was plainly a wedding photo.

It suddenly struck Nesta that there were no images from the grand Velrais wedding at the House of the Wind. Rather just another portrait of Feyre and Rhys -- taken on the same day on the beach -- looking adoringly at each other. Their hands were joined, prominently displaying their golden wedding bands.

Nesta realized that she hadn’t encountered Cassian, Azriel, or Mor at the ceremony she attended. She was certain she would have remembered someone like Cassian with his distinct presence. The Velaris wedding was a formal event attended by hundreds of guests, a high-society wedding. But the pictures on the shelf displayed a private, intimate celebration for only those closest to the couple.

She didn't know how much time had passed as she stood there, taking in the evidence of the chasm that had grown between her and her sister. The pictures showcased a version of Feyre's life that Nesta had never been part of, a narrative woven from experiences and bonds she hadn’t shared.

Nesta felt like a stranger looking in, witnessing a parallel world where laughter and joy flowed freely, a stark contrast to the guardedness that marked her own interactions with Feyre.

"Aunt Nesta!" A child's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Nesta turned swiftly at the call. "Nyx?" she asked in surprise, her eyes landing on her young nephew. His round cheeks were just visible as he peered around the edge of a nearby armchair.

"Hi Nesta." Elain emerged behind him with Mr. Carrot in tow.

Nesta felt every muscle in her body tense. "Hi Elain," she returned, keeping her voice neutral.

"Feyre mentioned you might drop by today." Elain smoothed her skirts, almost nervous, but smiled tentatively. "I hear things are going well with the campaign."

Nesta bristled at the comments. She hated that her sisters seemed to treat her like a problem to be handled -- managed.

"The campaign is going as expected," she replied curtly.

Elain hesitated, her lips parting as if to say more, but her gaze shifted to Nyx. "Are you hungry, dear?" she asked him softly.

Nyx, his attention still fixed on Nesta, shook his head, his curiosity about his aunt undiminished.

Feeling the need to escape the conversation, Nesta made a move to leave. "I should get back to -- "

"Nesta, wait," Elain interjected quickly, her expression turning earnest. "Won't you stay for tea? It's been a while since we all sat down together." Her hand dropped to rest on Nyx's shoulder. "We really should catch up."

Nesta's eyes swept the room -- this house with its layers of memories, the shelves lined with snapshots that narrated a life where everyone was content, perhaps even better off, in her absence.

With a dry chuckle, Nesta gestured at their surroundings. "I think I'm all caught up, thanks."

Elain's expression faltered. "Nesta, that's not fair," she said as a flicker of hurt crossed her features. “I’m sorry I never got around to returning your calls. But -- ”

Nesta's gaze hardened. "Are you?" she countered, her voice low but sharp. "Everyone here seems quite happy have their entire lives subsumed by Rhysand Starborn."

Elain frowned. "Please Nesta, it's not like that," she began, but Nesta cut her off.

"I can't have this conversation right now." Nesta turned towards the hallway, her movements brisk.

She needed space, air -- something to clear the tightness building in her chest.

"Where is Aunt Nesta going?" She heard Nyx ask behind her.

But Nesta didn't stop. She looked for the nearest exit -- a pair of French doors that took her back onto the house's sweeping lawns.

She walked towards the water's edge, taking in the midday light, calming her thundering heart. She did not understand herself, why she couldn't bear the hurt in Elain's eyes, why she always felt the need to retreat into herself whenever her sisters were around.

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Eventually, Nesta took the long way around the grounds of the River House, back towards the conservatory. Feyre was already speaking with a young female reporter when Nesta found them sitting on a pair of Adirondack chairs on the crest of a gentle hill overlooking the Sidra.

She gave them some space as they finished the interview.

"We corresponded over email earlier," Nesta said as she introduced herself to the reporter, reaching out to shake her outreached hand.

The young woman beamed in recognition. "Ms. Archeron," she said.

"Do you have everything you need?"

The reporter nodded. "It's been an absolute pleasure, Mrs. Starborn," she said to Feyre, putting away her voice recorder.

"Do you mind sending us a copy of the story before it goes to print?" Nesta asked.

The reporter's smile never faltered. "Of course," she replied and picked up her bag. "Someone from the paper may reach out later for fact checking."

"You have my contact information," Nesta answered as the reporter shook Feyre's hand goodbye.

When they were alone, Nesta asked, "How did it go?"

"Fine, I think," Feyre replied, her voice wary. "I am just relieved it's over."

"Don't worry," Nesta said. "We'll get a chance to correct the article before it comes out."

Feyre reclined in her chair. "Can you sit with me for a while?"

Nesta flinched. "Feyre," she answered, feeling the tightness building in her chest again. "I have to get back to work."

Feyre looked up at her, her blue-gray eyes shuttered. "Oh," she breathed. "Of course. Sorry to keep you," her voice turning oddly formal, "Thank you for coming today."

---

Nesta threw herself into her work for the rest of the afternoon, finding a quiet refuge in the familiar demands of her tasks. By the time she returned to the House of the Wind, the sun was a fiery orb hovering low in the sky. The majestic sight of the House, silhouetted against the orange and pink sky, was strangely comforting. But the solitude that awaited her in her room felt overwhelming -- for the first time that day, she did not want to be alone.

She stopped at the front desk to ask for Cassian's room number. With a kind of new-found courage, Nesta took the elevator to his floor.

Cassian opened the door on her third knock.

"Azriel, I thought --," he began, before his voice trailed off, his eyes widening at the unexpected sight of Nesta standing before him.

"Hey," she said, taking him in. Cassian's crisp white dress shirt was casually half unbuttoned, giving a glimpse of the defined muscles of his chest and the intricate whorls of black tattoos that contrasted against his golden skin.

Cassian quickly recovered from his initial shock. "Nesta, I wasn't expecting you," he said, holding his door open wider. "What can I do you for?"

Nesta immediately felt the knot in her chest loosen at the humor in his voice. His eyes were studying her gently. The corners of her lips twitched upwards.

"Run with me?"

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kheta · 5 months

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Todoroki Trauma Rant

The thing is. Fuyumi and Touya are the only ones who had an existence in which Enji cared for his kids. As much as Dabi angsts about Shouto replacing him, Enji never replaced Touya. Neglected him, failed to listen or understand him? Yeah, 100%. But Shouto never received any of the love that Touya and Fuyumi did and this is why their reaction to the abuse that the siblings suffered through are so different to Natsuo and Shouto's.

Like Natsuo does not believe, trust or care for Endeavour's redemption. He might have heard stories and caught glimpses of Enji being something of a father, but Enji has never been Natsuo's dad. So he's angry and upset, but he's not wanting anything from Endeavour. He wants him to leave, he doesn't believe any of the apology bullshit. Because seeing those old happy memories, believing in that opportunity? That has only ever hurt Natsuo, so he elects to stop caring at all.

And Shouto, he wants to believe in the possibility of a dad. But he doesn't. He can't trust it, because he's never had one and all Enji has given him is trauma.

Touya and Fuyumi got all that trauma and the added benefits of seeing their dad turn into their abuser.

So Dabi doesn't forgive his father and he shatters, because his father once loved him. Once was his hero and inspiration and the only person he connected to. Once upon a time Touya looked at his dad and thought, I want to be like him. And then, I want to make him proud. He was Enji's world and he knew it. Which is why he felt so fucked up over Enji ditching him. Because this isn't Dabi being like Shouto and thinking somewhere in there is a good dad. This is Touya knowing that once Enji loved him like a dad should and now, he gets absolutely nothing but disappointment from his dad. A lot of his anger is rooted in the fact that once upon a time, he thought his dad was a good person and instead of proving him right, Endeavour gave up. Walked away from the broken mess of his son and showed him that heroes aren't real. And the only lessons he had learnt from his father were burnt and stained in disappointment. So he rages and burns and shows the world what that disappointment has made of him.

And Fuyumi holds onto the curls of hope that she once knew. Clings to the possibility of a dad and a happy family, because once upon a time she had that. And things might be bad now, but hey were once good. And they can be fixed and good again, can't they??? Because Fuyumi needs to fix things. Because Fuyumi was raised with love, however fleeting it was. So she needs to believe in the chance for change, even if she keeps getting burnt. Because if she doesn’t stay. If she doesn’t fix this, who will? Her traumatised mother or her dead older brother? Who will look after her younger brothers if not her?

For her, it would hurt more to give up on her dad, to believe he is irredeemable, because that means that the love he once showed her, the care and patience Enji once had? None of that was real. It means she isn't just learning that her dad is her abuser, she's learning that all the examples she had for love growing up is wrong. It's pretty simple for her to accept her dad's fucked up but he can get better; she cannot accept that her dad fucked up and nothing he can do will change the shit he's already fucked up. He can't change the past. He might be able to be a better dad going forward, but she wants to pretend that she can just like–blank out the years he was an asshole. As if she can flip the script and live in a time where there was no before or after abuse. Both of them are still stuck in their trauma, Fuyumi actively keeping herself in her trauma cycle, unwilling to really process how bad things got, keeping herself stuck in a pretty hopeless cycle of hurt feelings when they can't just turn back the clock. And Dabi poking at his trauma like an unhealed wound, understanding how bad their (his especially) trauma with Endeavour is but not allowing himself to process the past beyond stewing in his own rage. Neither are processing it, are healing from it. Both are stuck there and it fucking rots them. Shouto and Natsuo, while still affected by their own trauma with their family, have created conditions in which they can heal and grow from it. Natsuo cuts off his abuser (as much as you can while still depending on them for basic survival needs anyways) and lives in his own way regardless of his dads expectations. Shouto offers the chance for Endeavour to change, but has started to actively puts his own feelings, comfort and physical safety first. Because as much as all the Todoroki siblings grew up experiencing the same cycle of violence, the lessons they learned because of it and how they cope with it are vastly different. Idk man, so very many feelings on this topic.

#todoroki trauma #todoroki touya #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #todoroki shoto #todoroki enji #tw: abuse #my hero academia #rant

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antianakin · 3 months

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@theneutralmime

I mean, the World Between Worlds is just as "soft magic" in how it works as anything else in Star Wars. The things it can be used to do or not do are pretty nebulous and unclear. Ezra finds Ahsoka specifically because Morai leads him to that portal and seems to open it for him even, while the same isn't true for the portal to Kanan's death on Lothal, and obviously there's the portal Ezra CAME IN through that seems to be just connected to the Temple as opposed to being connected to a specific moment in time (especially since Ezra comes out and time has passed, he doesn't go back to the exact moment that he left).

We also hear a lot of DIALOGUE as Ezra wanders around the area, from a lot of different periods of time, some of which are from what Ezra would consider the future and some from what he would consider the past, but there's no explicit indication that what he's hearing is all attached to the different portals we can see and these are moments where he could feasibly travel to or not.

We don't even know if someone could go in there with the explicit goal of using it to get to a specific moment or if the World Between Worlds sort-of... chooses for you in some ways.

And while the Lothal temple's PORTAL is destroyed, this does not mean that the WORLD BETWEEN WORLDS is destroyed. It seems to exist outside of space and time and there's plenty of opportunities to get people into that space in other ways than that one portal Ezra used. Whether Ahsoka was actually in the World Between Worlds during her episode with Anakin or not is left ambiguous (personally I don't think she was, I think it was a vision that just utilized that imagery, NOT the actual World Between Worlds), but it isn't outside the realm of possibility that another Force sensitive person might be ABLE to find another portal into it. I also don't think Ezra himself destroyed the portal, he seems to just be trying to escape Palpatine and then the Temple basically protects ITSELF by burying itself into the ground or whatever.

We also don't now what would happen if someone stepped THROUGH a portal that lead to a time they are not originally from. Ahsoka seems to believe that she HAS to go back to the portal to Malachor rather than come into the future with Ezra. When Ezra saves her on Malachor, he doesn't go fully through the portal, he just reaches out a hand to grab her and pull HER through the portal. If he had gone through the portal entirely, would he have just... been stuck there? Would the portal have disappeared? Would there have been two Ezras? What would be the ramifications of there being two Ezras? We just don't know because the World Between Worlds has never been used that way in canon. We don't even know if the World Between Worlds would ALLOW you to do something like that. Ezra only actually makes a change in the one portal he's explicitly led to by Morai. When he gets to Kanan's, he TALKS about trying to save Kanan, but he never actually physically does anything, so we don't know what would've happened if he'd made the attempt. We have to assume that he COULD'VE pulled Kanan through, and that someone COULD do some pretty nasty stuff if they had access to it the way Palpatine seems to want, but we just... don't have enough information to know either way.

So COULD someone go back in time and kill Palpatine before he becomes Chancellor? Sure, I guess, theoretically. There's nothing necessarily explicitly saying it COULDN'T be done, but there's nothing saying it CAN be done either or that doing so wouldn't somehow cause a lot of other problems generated by the time travel itself.

As for your question about Padme being hypocritical, I'm not sure I'm entirely following what you mean. In the scene where Padme chooses to help Palpatine oust Valorum by calling for a vote of no confidence, it's not at all a BAD THING for Padme to be focusing on Naboo. Naboo is actively being invaded and occupied and she is the elected leader of the planet. It's her JOB to put her people and their needs above everything else, she wouldn't be a good leader if she didn't. Palpatine is her mentor and hasn't truly done anything to make him seem suspicious yet, so when he says that getting rid of Valorum could lead the way to new better leadership that might get them faster aid to their people, she's got no reason not to believe him. And when Palpatine comes back as the new Chancellor and says he can't help her either actually, so sorry, she turns around and immediately finds another solution via the Gungan army.

And once we see her as a Senator later on, she is all about sort-of expanding her values beyond Naboo. The first thing we know about her as a Senator is that she's actively working to convince the Republic NOT TO GO TO WAR. That's something that goes far beyond just helping Naboo. During TCW, we see her sort-of focused on refugee issues and helping other Senators with their issues sometimes (like Rodia or Mon Cala) and even coming out to help the Gungans when Jar Jar lets her know something's up. In ROTS, there's an entire deleted subplot about how Padme was working with a group of likeminded politicians to try to overthrow Palpatine due to his corruption (whether you consider this canon or not is up to you, deleted scenes are sort-of a grey area and it's not hard to work it into canon but just say it wasn't relevant to Anakin's story or something). So I don't think Padme is being hypocritical when she calls for a vote of no confidence in Valorum at all, she's a 14 year old elected Queen of a planet that just got invaded, there's no TIME in this story for her to think about helping anybody else and pretty much any other time we see her, she IS doing stuff to help other people beyond her own.

I think that her MARRIAGE is hypocritical and contradictory to her claims of wanting to help others because quite often that relationship HINDERS her from doing what needs to be done and it fucks up her priorities, but I do think her desire to help people is genuine and that she did have her priorities right during TPM by focusing on Naboo.

#star wars #world between worlds #rebels #star wars rebels #padme amidala

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m7nson · 2 years

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Hottie hot hot ❥ Joseph Quinn

˙❥˙ your new creative writing professor is sure a hottie

TW - food, cooking, and eating

✎masterlist

An- gender neutral but I made the reader shocked that he's British I apologize-

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"Hi is this y/n?" You gave a confused face, "yes this is she?" "Hi I'm calling to inform you that you need to retake your creative writing elective again." Your eyes widen. "May I ask why?"

"Everyone who had professor' Carlton has to retake their course, and I'm sure you've heard the scandal about him having sexual intercourse with his students."

You didn't actually think it was true. You would believe it if he was hot; but he was fifty five year old man. He looked like the principal from 'Billy Madison'.

"And because of that, we don't know who had activities with him to pass and who didn't." You signed "well I'm not to happy about this but thank you for calling."

"You can either, retake it and get the credit. Or you can take another course..." You did enjoy this class, and it was quite easy for you. "Yes I'll retake it then," "alrighty, the classes will be just like last year but new professor." You nodded "thank you so much."

"I hope you have a great day, and I apologize for this inconvenience." You nodded "you too, thank you again." You hung up the phone frustrated. Shit, now I have to go through that all over again; you groaned.

✎

"Did you hear about your new creative writing teacher?" Your roommate, Olive said sitting on the other side of your bed closing you laptop. "Other than that It's not professor' Carlton; no."

"Well.." they started as they laying down on their elbow "I heard he's a hottie hot hot." You chuckled "he's that hot eh?" You asked raising your eyebrows.

"I personally haven't seen him.. but I've heard some things." They said smirking, you rolled your eyes. "What have you 'heard'?" She sighed getting up. "Well, first off he's British.." your eyes widen slightly "really?"

They laughed "see! Your so lucky you have a hot creative writing teacher, while I'm stuck with grandma; Mrs. Card." You laughed "just because he's British doesn't automatically make him attractive."

"That's true, but people have been saying he's hot, so I don't think he's a creepy uncle like profess' Carlton." You sighed "of course they hired a hot professor after what happened with that old creep.."

They gave a gross face, "I'll admit that is kinda weird." You nodded, as your attention turned back to your closed laptop. "Don't you have class tomorrow?" You shook your head.

"In two days, don't worry as soon as I see I'm I'll tell you how much of a hottie hot hot he is." You said putting your hands on her shoulder. "Your lucky I wasn't doing anything important."

You said putting your laptop in your nightstand while getting up. "That's why I closed it!" They said walking out as you followed them. "Your cooking tonight right?" They said throwing themselves on the couch.

"Yeah I'll cook, but your cleaning."

✎

Never thought I would have to come back into this room, never thought I would be going down this cracked sidewalk again. Yet here I am, walking into professor' Carlton room; or well, whoever the new 'hottie' is.

You looked at your phone '2:49' sighing deciding on silencing it, of course your ten minutes early. Decided to see if the door was open, you doubted it but good try. Knocking... No answer. Trying the knob, and I was right, it's locked. This isn't your first time being early either remembering last year how you were half an hour early and sat on this dirty concrete.

Things just don't change. You sat down on the step placing your bookbag on your lap. At least it's only ten minutes and not twenty-five. Scrolling on your phone trying to by time, you didn't notice someone walking up onto the steps.

Until you noticed almond slacks in the corner of your eyes. Looking up and, seeing a— woe, holy shit this guy is so fine. Quickly getting up and wiping down your butt, just in case.

"I don't think anyone was gonna be earlier than me.." he started as you didn't realize his accent "Oh, yeah I didn't realize how early I was until I got here.. the door locked so I'm just waiting for the.. new professor..." You started slightly rambling.

"Well glad I got here now instead of later.." he said grabbing his keys from his pockets and unlocking the door. Your eyes widen "Oh! You're the new professor?" Holy shit the rumors were true, he sure was hot.

He smiled opening the door for you, "Professor' Quinn." He said handing out his hand to shake. "Y/n, it's— it's really nice to meet you.. professor' Quinn" oh my his hands are warm and his jawline— Jesus. This is gonna be a long year.

"Met me at Donut Shop at 3:30 IMPORTANT !!!" sent now

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You walked into the shop, it's a ghost town. Except for Olive sitting there back facing uou. You took the seat and Olive dropped their phone on the table "what happened!?"

You signed taking a bite out of your donut. "You were right, he is a hottie hot hot." Their eyes widen. "Really?" You nodded "he was actually.. so fine." You said dreamingly.

"Coming from you that's a lot—" you nodded taking another bite "I know!" You shook your head, "I don't know what I'm gonna do." They took a sip of their drink as you did the same.

You heard the bell ring from the door, looking to see who it was. As you spat out your drink, coughing as you two grabbed napkins. "Shit, shit shit— he's here!" You whispered shouted at them.

"Who?" "Hottie hot hot— no don't turn around—" their eyes widen "holy shit you are right—" you looked at him and noticed him coming this way. "He's coming this way— act cool, no smart!"

"Y/n, I feel like you're stalking me eh?" You laughed "I could say the same!" He smiled "I'm actually surprised to see you here! This place is usually always empty." You told him with a slight smile.

"It is usually empty, but their coffee here is fucking amazing." You're eyes widen that he cursed and he seemed to notice that so he smiled "Were not on school property so I think it's ok to swear."

You nodded as you heard the speakers turn on "I'm sorry to break this up but we closed two minutes ago." You three turned to the worker "mate— it's just us three here." They shrugged "I just want to go home." "Alright alright we'll get out of your hair." Olive said getting up, they gave you a look saying 'I'll meet you in the car, you go get him' as they walked out quickly.

"Sorry if I ruined a date or something." He said walking to the door slowly as you got up grabbing you bag, drink, and most importantly your donut. "Oh, god no their my roommate."

He nodded "Are you nervous about the assignment?" He asked trying to keep the conversation going as he opened the door for you. "Oh- thank you! Nope not at all, I already have a concept in mine."

"Wow, I'm impressed." You laughed as he took a sip of his coffee "it's not a difficult, you just asked for a one thousand word essay over anything!" He laughed "I didn't want to make it difficult for the first assignment!"

You laughed taking a bite out of your donut "May I know what the concept is?" He smiled at you, as you chucked "nope, it's a surprise, you professor; get no special treatment." And then it hit you, your talking to your professor like he's a friend...

He laughed "I'll be looking forward to reading it." You smiled nodding "and please call me Joseph or Joe when we're outside of school." You chuckled "ok.. Joseph." You laughed "I'm sure you're a very busy man, so I don't want to be taking any more of your time."

He shook his head "probably just give go home and.. think about what the next assignment is gonna be." You laughed "don't be too hard on us." As he laughed walking too the passenger side "I'll try.. I'll see you in class next week?"

You nodded "Of course, I'll see you professor!" Trying to open the door but Olive started reversing. You gave a smile at Joseph who was watching trying to open it again, as they started reversing again. Making you rush to open the door and succeeded getting in as Olive laughed.

"So how was the professor?" You sighed

"god he's so fine."

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#°｡☆ -> [ JOSEPH QUINN 🧸 ]#joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #°｡☆ -> [ INEFFABLE 🧸 ]

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wait... does jers know hebrew?

jersey knows hebrew!!! sheila raised him to be a Noise Jewish Buoy.

he also went to hebrew school and temple every weekend growing up, but tbh, learning how read/write hebrew, being on top of his class and the best student in hebrew school was less about kyle being passionate about his heritage and was more about winning and being the best at any given task or trade. in a similarly unhealthy sense, pursuing shabbat every saturday was more of a control thing, an ocd trigger, a routine and regimen that he felt he needed to complete.

also not to peddle/push the downright false agenda that kyle actively attempts to seek out conversations with his peers or even wants to engage with other human beings at all, but a lot of kyle’s relatives, specifically the older ones, only speak yiddish or understand hebrew, so over the course of several childhood birthdays, seder dinners, and passovers passed, kyle developed a fluency for his family members.

speaking of jewish holidays and such tho, at thirteen, kyle had his bar mitzvah ( stan was supposed to come ofc, but something came up ), spoke a lot of hebrew during that ofc, but as a present, zayde and bubbe got kyle a star of david necklace so that jers could keep the faith w/ him at all times. literally. bc when kyle was at his heaviest, that chain was basically a choker and the clasp got stuck/rusted over so kyle...couldn’t get it off.

basically, stan's iconic everyday cartoon character necklace is the mysterious sexy vampy emo boy red glass heart shaped vial necklace n ky's is the lil gold star of david chain/pendant from zayde & bubbe.

on the topic of cartoon character boy things tho and specifically jersey kyle and his canon sp show outfit, i will say that when jersey goes for runs ( specifically in the summer when its hot ) or goes kick boxing with tweek, he does revisit his high school roots and wears the beat up white tank top, gold star of david chain, baggy good will jeans and sneakers. i’m not sure if he gels his hair back anymore ( that was such a big hs phase for him ) but he does put it back in a ponytail sometimes so it doesn’t get in his way when he’s exercising.

please note the white tank top is sometimes the ‘talk nerdy to me’ tank top that bebe got him as a joke for his birthday bc like, he’s exercising, who cares.

...stan cares.

stan cares…A Lot. ;)

bc the talk nerdy to me white tank top is the jerseykyle equivalent of stan wearing the support rock fuck a rockstar tank top. they r hating.

and ohhhh my god when jersey comes back from the boxing studio glistening with sweat, spitting his mouth guard into the case, all fired up bc he was just gettin all that aggression out, punching and kicking shit, releasing lots of catharsis, with his accent all heavy, swearing very liberally in yiddish, still cussing out the other cars on the road… ft. stan like i need u to do...Horrible Things to me. on every surface.

sorry, getting my mind out of the gutter, i swear! but kyle can def speak hebrew and while he swore he would never become his mother...he literally developed all her little yiddish mom sayings by accident, calls ike bubbeleh, constantly uses the schmatta to wipe schmutz of stans face, calls everyone a fucken dummkopf, says oy vey and oy gevault waaay too much. i love jersey he is so cuteeeee in his lil star of david apron, hand on hip, kochlefl in the other, making dinner shakin his head like ya betta wash ya Hands, nasty boy!

bonus hc: when stan goes off to college he actually takes hebrew as his elective class to try and impress kyle shsjs he is sooooooo fkn bad at it tho like the same way that jersey can’t roll his rs, raven cannot do the glottal stops. it’s so fucking funny oh my god. it’s ok kyle gives him private lessons. he requires…a lot of support & multiple sessions.

i honestly think that if they do actually decide to get married and conform to the standards of society for the hell of it; jerseykyles vows are in spanish and ravenstans are in hebrew <3 ;-;

-uncle nina, jew jersey kyle broflovski supremacy

#i feel like recently he hasn’t been a v good jew or that’s what i said in #chapter three of rm like he stopped having time for temple #doesn’t really read the torah or speak hebrew v much anymore #he kinda lost the faith & he’s a cynic so religion is hard for him #after stan died he figured like if there was a god #and that god took stan away from him he must be cruel #or that there was no god bc no truly benevolent thing could let something so evil and merciless happen #every once and a while kyle does pray but it’s more of a #hey god or whatever is up there i am not sure if ur real #my stupid cat ate a glow stick and im scared he’s gonna die #i like to think he revisits his faith post rm bc when stan comes back #his faith i. humanity and in general is restored #raveseys kid nova also speaks hebrew and spanish btw #ALSO JERSEY WEARING THE TALK NERDY TO ME TANK TOP THE LOW RISE JEANS AND PUTTING HIS HAIR BACK #W THE STAR OF DAVID CHAN NECKLACE #OH MY GODDDDDD IT IS LIKE NIGARA FALLS IN THEIR APARTMENT FOR STANLEY MARSH IM NOT EVEN KIDDING #him and craig got invited to sit in once…don’t ask them the color of anything like for a pacifist stan was ABT that violence!#bad boy mean streets street brawler gangsta scary attack dog new jersey kyle just one chance stan is like plssss beat my ass #i just know his accent is sooooo like the Is He Botha’rin Ya Sweethaught??? We Gotta Fuken Problem Here or What?!#anyways...jail #stan coming back in from the gym swearing and sweaty whipping his hair out of the hair tie all like stanley u would naught Believe!!#these hitsigers today the fucken aduacity of these chazers like can anyone FUCKEN drive these days?? just me??? hoooly shit #and stans just in his big emo boy teeshirt and shorts playing nintendo switch all heart eyes has no idea what kyles sayin #stan every day like god i love my really scary really hot super best boyfriend like he rly is down so horrendously 4 feral kyle

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lacuna - chapter two

*lacuna: a blank space; a missing piece or, “you’re my missing piece”.

word count: 2,471

a/n: im honestly kind of... ehhhhhh on this chapter. i like it but dont lol. nonetheless, i hope its at least enjoyable to you guys :)

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You’ve known Kakashi your whole life.

Since you were both four.

You were in the same academy class, and you graduated just shortly after him; not quite as skilled as him, but skilled enough to skip a few years. He’s been a constant in your life that you’ve always seen, that’s always been there.

Though, you spoken no more than probably... ten words to him.

You hadn’t liked him as a child--he’d seemed incredibly full of himself, and at that point in your life, you hadn’t been interested in making friends with really anyone. You’d mainly kept to yourself back then, the pain still fresh, and had elected to really just watch in the background.

He’d caught you a few times, nodded at you, and that had been the extent of your relationship.

You’d been assigned your team, he’d been his. Shortly around then was when Kushina had found you, hidden away in a corner of an alley, crying and sobbing whilst shaking violently. She’d taken you in after that, offered you a roof when you needed it, or a shoulder to cry on when you couldn’t bottle it up anymore. She was the only person you’d ever opened up to, and you owed your life to her.

Thus, of course, you’d known Kakashi had been assigned under her husband, Minato’s, watch and care with the rest of his team. You weren’t, also, cold enough to have not noticed the way he’d lost one teammate, Obito Uchiha, and then shortly there after, his other teammate, Rin Nohara had followed. You had keen eyes, noticed things other never did; and of course, you’d noticed how much the death of his teammates had effected him.

But still, you never reached out. Never offered any words of sympathy. Honestly, you hadn’t said anything, and he went on acting like he didn’t notice your persistent watching.

Minato kept an eye on him, and sometimes, because of chance, the two of you were forced to communicate one way or another. It was really nothing ever more than a greeting, maybe a check in but it was always abundantly clear the both of you were never completely honest with how either of you were really doing.

And it continued on like that.

Then, years passed. Minato became Hokage, Kakashi joined the ANBU, you continued on missions as a Jounin and helped Kushina while she was pregnant. You spent most of your days off with her, while Minato was stuck in the Hokage’s tower; kept her company, doted on her like she had doted on you for years. You remember the exact moment she told you her baby’s name for the first time, and the way the name had felt so right.

Naruto...

And then, the Nine-Tailed beast attack happened, and because of it Minato and Kushina died the day Naruto had been born.

You took in Naruto, and everything after that followed.

So, yes, you’ve known Kakashi your entire life. But the two of you have never been close, never been friends--not even really acquaintances really. You knew him, he knew you, but the was really the extent of it.

It’s why you’re shocked, above all, when the Third Hokage informs you just who’s been assigned as Naruto’s sensei.

“But-But... he’s an arrogant prick!”

The words slip past your lips before you can stop them, and almost instantly, you recognize your mistake when the Hokage raises a simply brow at you. You don’t even really mean them, if you’re being honest, and you’re not sure why you’re so bothered at the thought of him being Naruto’s sensei.

He’s never actively done anything to rub you the wrong way--and if you’re being honest, you know he’s suffered, and that most importantly, at the end of the day, he isn’t a cruel man.

“I mean,” you huff, swallowing thickly as you feel your cheeks warm slightly in embarrassment. “He’s... He’s well--”

“I assure you, Y/N, he is perfectly capable of leading a genin team.”

Biting your lip, you shake your head. “I never meant to insinuate he wasn’t. It’s just... hasn’t he yet to pass a single Genin team yet? Despite how many he’s been assigned?”

The Third Hokage smiles, actually smiles, clasping his hands before him. “That is true, yes.”

Your eyes bulge, nearly popping out of their sockets. “Then, Naruto will--!”

“Such little faith in Naruto, Y/N,” Hiruzen teases lightly, the smile never fading as you falter, grumbling slightly to yourself. The Hokage simply shakes his head, knowing his words were anything but true--if anyone had faith in Naruto, it was you. “Besides,” he continues after a moment, straightening up as he sends another smile, this one softer, more genuine, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I have a feeling this time it’ll be different.”

Casting one more look at the Hokage, you sigh, shoulders falling.

You can only hope he’s right.

It seems the Third Hokage had been, in fact, right.

Because when you go to pick Naruto up that evening, he’s practically smiling from ear to ear, bounding up to you with exasperated breath and a pep in his step.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye that one of his teammates, the pink-haired girl, Sakura Haruno, is still there, listening intently to, nevertheless, Kakashi.

“Nee-chan! Nee-chan!”

You don’t get the chance to dwell long at the sight of Kakashi, a man you feel has hardly changed at all since you last saw him, whilst at the same time seeming like a completely different man. Naruto’s desperately calling for your attention, and you have half the mind to realize you shouldn’t ignore him--not when he’s so clearly excited.

Bending down to meet his eyes properly, you grin.

“How did the first day as a real ninja go?”

His eyes are practically shining with glee, and the words come pouring from his lips before he can stop himself. “It was amazing! And guess what, nee-chan, Kakashi-sensei’s not going to send us back to the academy, believe it! Even though, for a moment there, I really thought he was going to...”

Your brows furrow; “send you back to the academy?”

Naruto nods. “Yeah, we had to pass his test.” He gestures behind himself, towards the man, and just as your eyes flicker up to glance at him, his eyes are already on you. He seems mildly surprised at the sight of you, his mind blanking for a moment on why you’re so familiar--until he remembers.

“Y/L/N?” He calls, Sakura rushing off from him as he turns towards you, making his way over to you. “What’re you doing here?”

It’s probably the most either of you have said to one another, and you’ve yet to say anything.

Straightening up, you set a hand on top of Naruto’s head, smiling gently. “Here to pick Naruto up.”

He seems mildly surprised at you speaking, which causes pause, before his brows furrow; glancing from Naruto, back up to you.

Noticing the confusion in his gaze, you let out a light laugh; “I’m his caretaker. I have been for twelve years.”

Kakashi’s eyes widen, surprise flooding them.

Huh, it was odd. Most of the village knew about your position as Naruto’s caretaker, especially since it was considered taboo amongst almost everyone given who Naruto was.

“Ne, ne, Y/N-nee-chan,” Naruto calls, pulling your attention back on him before Kakashi can respond. When you glance down at him, he’s looking up at you curiously, head tilted slightly. “You know Kakashi-sensei?”

Meeting Kakashi’s eyes once more, you nod slowly; “yeah, we were in the same class together.”

Kakashi laughs lightly; “seems so long ago, now.”

“It was,” you smile, words soft as you shrug.

Silence echoes, just briefly, and the two of you just look at each other. You can’t explain the feeling, can’t explain why the words seem lost on you--you and Kakashi had never been close, never had any sort of relationship worth mentioning. But, for some reason, in this moment, it feels like two friends rekindling for the first time in years.

“You two graduated together?!”

Blinking, your lips part at the sound of Naruto’s voice.

Leave it to him to interrupt the silence.

Ruffling his hair lightly, you shake your head; “not exactly. Kakashi-san graduated early.”

“If I remember,” Kakashi speaks up, raising a single finger, “you weren’t that far behind me.”

Shrugging, you let out a light laugh; “no, I guess I wasn’t.”

A minute of silence beats, before Kakashi speaks up; “I never would’ve thought you’d taken in Naruto.”

“Yes, well, I never would’ve pegged you as a teacher.”

The two of you let out a short laugh, and you nearly lose yourself in the moment, before a tug on your shirt pulls you back to reality.

“Ne, nee-chan, can we get Ichiraku for dinner tonight?” Meeting Naruto’s eyes, your lips part to argue, before he adds; “as a celebration?”

And, that, paired with the puppy-dog look in his eyes has you agreeing quite easily.

“Well, it was nice seeing you Kakashi-san,” you offer a small wave at the man, smiling. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around, then.”

He blinks, snapping out of whatever revere he’d been in, shuffling on his feet before returning your wave.

“Yes, I assume we will.”

Kakashi had always noticed you.

He noticed you because he always thought you were like him. In more ways then one.

When he’d walked into class that first day, you’d been the first one he saw. Sat way up in a corner all by yourself, head turned towards the window whilst it rested in your palm, and starkly quiet compared to the chattering young kids around you that laughed and joked. You didn’t even bat them a single look, completely enthralled in the outside world, away from everyone else.

It was like that every day from then on.

Sometimes you looked outside, sometimes you would be looking at fellow classmates. He’d caught you staring at him a few times, but had never, oddly, felt bothered by it.

He didn’t really know how it made him feel--all he knew is if he happened to catch you, he’d nod, attempt at a smile which never really reached you thanks to his own awkwardness, and not to mention the mask on his face. You either didn’t like him or never noticed it, because you would simply turn away and say or do nothing in response.

He honestly thought you were stuck-up for a long while after that.

Until he caught a conversation he was positive he was never supposed to hear.

It had to do with your past, where you came from, and what had happened to you. Kakashi understood after that why you were the way you were--why you didn’t talk to anyone, why you preferred to keep to yourself.

He’d always meant to talk to you. Always meant to say something. But it wasn’t in his nature as much as it wasn’t in yours, and instead, he graduated, and then got put on a team with Obito and Rin and he saw less and less of you.

You, quite honestly, drifted from his mind.

Then, he saw you with Kushina one day and was reminded of it all.

He’d been surprised, shocked still at the sight of you standing there, laughing and chatting openly with Kushina. You were like a completely different person, an alternate of yourself; Kakashi’s never seen you smile so brightly... actually, he’s almost positive he’s never even seen you smile at all. And your eyes were shining with warm and adoration, and he almost feels like he’s never actually heard you speak until that moment.

Like this was his first time ever hearing your voice, ever hearing you say words. If he thought hard enough, he’s positive that it actually was.

And... your voice was so soft; so... reassuring.

Kakashi thinks then maybe you’ve changed. Maybe you’ve opened up. because this was so incredibly different from the person he’d known back in the academy.

But the second Kushina leaves and you’re left alone with him, you return to your normal self. Quiet, distant, eyes simply watching, mouth refusing to speak.

It doesn't take long for him to reason you’re only like that around Kushina.

So, life continues on almost parallel to how it had in the academy. He means to talk to you, but never does, and slowly he finds his own world crumbling beneath his feet that he barely has the mind to notice you when he feels himself being swallowed whole by the pain that courses through his body daily.

And, then, when Kushina and Minato die, he doesn’t see you at all.

He doesn’t know what happened to you, and he doesn’t care to look.

Kakashi fell into a dark hole, one where he became a person he’d never thought possible--you, once again, disappear from his mind completely and he forgets about you.

Kakashi would’ve never expected to see you that day, with Naruto, smiling and chatting exactly like you had back with Kushina. It was like that day all those years ago, your eyes were twinkling with warmth and you were smiling so brightly, and he was almost scared to approach you in fear that it was disappear like it had last time.

Except, while the smile fades slightly, the warmth in your eyes doesn’t and you actually hold a conversation with him.

It’s clear to him that Naruto’s changed you. Filled you with a warmth only someone as innocent as a child could. Or, more specifically, a child like Naruto could. He figures it’s because of who Naruto’s mother is and how similar the two are that he’s able to have that much of an impact on you as a person. To change who you are so much that you don’t shy away from conversation, and you’re not afraid to be openly affectionate with him.

Naruto has done just as much good for you as you have him.

You’re like a completely changed person and the sight is so surprising but so... nice to see that the way it makes him feel is enough to confuse Kakashi even of his own emotions.

He relishes in the words the two of you share, and when you leave, he has to bite his tongue from calling out to you; from trying to get you to stay.

He’s reminded of this pull you’ve always had on him.

This connection he feels with you that Kakashi’s almost positive you have no idea of.

It’s completely one sided, but the fact that you were even able to smile at him is enough for Kakashi. And when you leave, your back slowly disappearing from his gaze, Kakashi can’t help but think that maybe, this was it.

This was finally his chance.

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