#or i realise that my problems aren't as big as they seem

[joyridingmp3]

weird though because like

#it's funny. waking up today was honestly surreal #i didn't ever think I'd make it this far #waking up in my apartment moved out of my parents house #with a job #having turned 25 #like. i neeeever in my wildest dreams would have imagined that my dreams would have come true #i think I'll only be equally as surprised when i wake up on my 28th birthday #to be completely honest and i am a little drunk but like #my life is a series of postponed suicide plans #like #I've been through so much and have toyed with the idea over and over again #but i keep thinking like 'well if im planning on dying i might as well wait until tomorrow and see how things turn out' #and then every. single. time! #things just.... work out! #or i realise that my problems aren't as big as they seem #anyway postponed suicides is a great name for a band #OOOH OR A SONG #I GOT SOME NEW GUITAR PEDALS FOR MY BIRTHDAY OMG BRB #I'VE GOTTA WRITE THIS DOEN AND MAKE IT INTO A SONG #anyway sorry for oversharing as always #mine #suicide

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Are you safe with me

Warnings: Implied/referenced rape/non-con, sexual assault, angst and hurt/comfort, assault

Word count: 1.5 K

Pairing: Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) x Fem!Reader

Prompt: R has just suffered a trauma

Requests: OPEN

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Carefully, and trying to make it as unobvious as possible, I stretched out my arms, making my bones thunder, and carefully, I yawned, trying to get some oxygen to my poor, battered brain.

My boss had kept us in the conference room for what seemed like years.

More than three hours trying to find a solution to an extremely stupid problem, from which, it seemed, the magazine was hanging by a thread. It was extremely stupid.

Carefully, I looked at the watch on my wrist only to realise that it was already 11:30 PM.

"Does anyone have any solutions?" asked Jessica, the boss. Nobody answered, we were all extremely tired.

"Jessica, I don't think this is going anywhere," said Raquel, her right-hand woman, "We are extremely tired. We can sort this out tomorrow".

Jessica kept quiet, but watched us with a very unfriendly look on her face. She even stared at everyone's faces for a few seconds.

"It's OK. You can go."

Quicker than I would like to admit, I grabbed my things and left the office. I didn't even check my mobile phone or my work computer, I just turned it off, picked up my coat and went out into the streets of Paris.

Carefully, I ran down the stairs of the metro and climbed into the first carriage I came across, a few seconds before it closed its doors.

It was almost empty, only for a man and a woman with her baby. I carefully placed my bag in my arms, hugging her tightly and trying not to fall asleep.

"Hi cute" I looked up to see that the man was sitting next to me. I turned my head to notice that we were the only ones in the carriage.

"Sorry but…" I tried to get up from the seat, but his big hand stopped me. I sat back down.

"Why are you leaving, beauty?"

"Get away from me!" my right hand struck his cheek, but, apparently it only made him angrier.

"Well, princess, if you don't want to do it the easy way, you'll have to do it the hard way."

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at my head. I froze immediately and just raised my arms.

"Give me your phone and your wallet"

With a trembling hand, I took both things out of my bag and handed them to him. He quickly stuffed it into his sweatshirt pocket, but he never stopped pointing it at me.

"Good, beautiful. I like obedient girls. Now on your knees."

Without even thinking about it, I fell to my knees, feeling my stockings tearing on the scratchy floor.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see him start to undo the belt of his jeans.

"You're hungry for a fat cock, aren't you, gorgeous?" I could tell as he dropped his trousers until they covered his shoes. "Are you going to suck my cock?"

Before either of us knew it, the metro had reached the next station, so he pulled his trousers back up and forced me to stand up.

Thankfully, the station was one of the most used by tourists, so, despite it being almost 12:00 P.M. the carriage began to fill up quickly, so I took that opportunity to get off the carriage and run to the outside of the station.

With bated breath and a sense of dread, I approached a restaurant, asking a waiter if he could spare a couple of coins to call someone.

Maybe I looked really bad, because he didn't give me the coins, he just passed me to the kitchen and told me I could call whoever I wanted.

With trembling hands, I dialled the number I knew by heart.

"Hello?" Her voice was hoarse. She was asleep. Shit.

"Diana?"

"T/N, My love, is that you?"

I felt my eyes fill with tears again.

"Are you OK, why are you calling me from an unknown phone?"

Evade.

"Can you come and get me?"

"Oh, sure baby, are you at work?"

"No"

"Where are you?"

I broke away from the phone to see where I was. It was only then that

I realised where I was standing.

"Do you remember the restaurant from our first date?"

"Yes"

"Here I am"

"Okay, I'll be there in 5 minutes. Are you sure you're okay, T/N?"

I made a sound of denial.

"Can you hurry up… please?"

"Sure, baby. I'll be right there."

And she hung up.

———————————————————————————

Before I knew it, two toned arms embraced me tightly, as that sweet scent wafted into my lungs.

"I'm here".

Before she could say another word, I quickly pounced on her, hugging her torso and hiding my face in her chest.

Only then could I start to cry.

Diana like the good girlfriend she is, simply let me cry and began to rub soothing circles on my back and start a light cooing.

When I calmed down, I simply lifted my face and looked her in the eye.

Just looking into her beautiful eyes made me feel at peace.

"Can we go?"

"Sure"

With his right hand on my lower back, he guided me to the car Bruce had lent her, but not before thanking the staff.

If he had come by car and arrived in 5 minutes, that meant that he might have broken more than three traffic laws.

She opened the passenger door and made me sit down, even put my seatbelt on, closed the door and ran into the car.

She quickly began to drive,

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" she asked in her soft voice.

"Can we talk about it later?"

"We can talk about it anytime you want, baby, I just want you to be okay."

She gave me a smile as he took her right hand out of my hand and kissed the back of mine.

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you"

———————————————————————————

I thought I would fall asleep on the way home, but no matter how sleepy and tired my body was, it was impossible for me to close my eyes for more than a few seconds.

So, I had no choice but to look out of the window and make Diana believe that I had fallen asleep. Until we reached our home.

Diana turned off the car, causing the soothing music on the radio to stop playing, leaving an uncomfortable silence.

"I know you're awake T/N"

But she didn't say anything else, she just got out of the car and opened my door, raising her hand. I took it and we both went into the house.

Once in the house, I went upstairs and into the bathroom. I quickly removed my smeared make-up and went into the bath.

I washed my hair about three times and scrubbed my arms, legs and face with enormous force. I even hurt my thighs a bit.

I left the bathroom to put on some panties and one of Diana's few casual T-shirts.

I put a towel over my head and lay down.

Minutes later, Diana arrived and lay down next to me, hugging me from behind, pressing little kisses on the back of my neck.

"I was assaulted"

The kissing stopped abruptly and I felt her get up.

"What?"

"I was mugged in the underground. The man had a gun" I began to sob "and he almost raped me, Diana".

The brunette didn't hesitate for two seconds to hug me tightly, letting me cry as much as I wanted, but when I pulled away from her chest, I noticed that she was crying too.

"Why are you crying?"

"This wouldn't have happened if I had been with you."

I took her face in my hands and forced her to look at me.

"No, my love. Neither of us is to blame for this."

We both hugged each other for a long time. Trying to soothe each other with Diana's body heat. It was a great advantage of dating a goddess.

"I'm going to kill him"

She tried to get up quickly, but my arms prevented her from doing so.

"No, not today. Now I just want you to hold me" I hugged her burying my face in her neck. "Please, I just need my girlfriend."

"Here I am, sweet girl. I'll always be here for you" I constantly kiss my head "You'll always be safe with me"

"I know, I always feel safe with you."

"What did they steal from you?"

"My mobile phone and my wallet"

"The one you just bought?" I just nodded, feeling the tears of anger start to roll down my cheeks. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry."

After another moment of silence, of her hand trying to reassure me and her lips kissing my temple and my hands playing with the zip of her sweatshirt.

"I love you, and believe me, I'll be sure to cut off his testicles."

"I know, I know your word is fact."

"Just like my love"

"Just like mine" I kissed her nose.

Note:

The only good thing about having my own cell phone stolen is that… I'm more active writing

I hope you enjoy it

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

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[lains-reality]

q&a

a q and a of most of my asks

basics

where do i start?

what do ppl who follow ND have as a "goal"?

is it necessary to read the book?

could you simplify non-duality in a few sentences?

how do i observe ego?

how do i practice letting my thoughts and emotions pass throughout the day?

i feel like i keep going back to my human body-self-mind. how do i stop this?

how do i just apply?

do i have to quiet the mind?

how is life a dream and also self?

if we choose what to take real or not, is ego truly real?

how to stop battling the ego?

who's the one thinking? Who's the thinker?

thoughts that come up in the mind and thoughts that don't

how to not get involved with the ego?

realising Self instantly?

my thoughts won't stop?

other questions

i am still trying to understand the concept of space-time.

does continuity not exist?

does remembering the past make it current?

what is imagination?

is detachment important?

what is self inquiry?

why would consciousness express in this body? why does manifestation exist? why do we still suffer?

ego worries

how would one approach in the dualistic perspective of being rejected, the need for validation, not feeling chosen?

i have to give up?? but i have a life and responsibilities?

how do i deal with the worst time of my life? / i've put my life on hold (tw: health problems, sa, death)

my ego lives such a boring life

my ego, how to make it stop calling me delusional? i have anxiety

dissociation and nondualism

how do things happen?

even if thoughts aren't me, they still limit me (+ how to view everything as self?)

if i really can't understand non-duality is it better to just go back to loa?

for people who want to ask more 'practical' or 'ego' orientated questions about circumstances than spiritual

progress

how do I remove the urge of trying to let this click?

I don’t actually really know how to apply any ND knowledge

i get really confused why they say stop trying to realize that you are oneness

i'm trying so hard and nothing is happening!

it feels like i'm just forcing myself... / self inquiry

am i supposed to just keep observing this character till what? what should i do now?

i can't understand anything...

desires / choosing a different character

materialisation

"nothing is materialising!!"

what's the point of all this detachment if nothing seems to materialise?

how do we "choose a different character?"

is this not like loa?

using nondualism as a way to get something material?

If we are not gonna change the world through non-dualism then through what we can change it?

i need to manifest instantly please help

i don't understand what to do about desires

how do i fix a big problem?

what will take care of the problems?

what is the point of being God if there is no desiring?

sp question

void state question

i don’t understand how when i imagine something is already happening?

i have to do something i don't want to do...

changing the past

how to just choose what i want?

#lainsmasterlist #lainsreality #non dualism #nondualism

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for throwing out expired food from the family fridge?

I (17F) live with my dad (54M) and my mom (53F), but my mom works out of the country a lot. My dad is normal and seems to have a sense of shame(? for lack of a better word) when my mom's at home, but when she's working abroad, sometimes for months at a time, my dad kinda spirals. Necessary background is I'm also mildly immunocompromised.

When mom's home, he never does weird stuff, but once she's been gone for about 3 weeks, he starts getting weird.

He does things like cut mold chunks out of (soft) cheese and then put it back in the fridge, and once full on tried to convince me that so called 'live foods' like yogurt and kefir and tofu don't expire because 'they're already fermented' and putting expiration dates on them is either (when he's being more normal) a technicality/regulation or (when he's being weirder) a lie by Big Grocery™ to sell more food (for those who aren't familiar, live foods are fermented in specific ways with very specific bacteria, after they expire they go bad with things like mold just like any other food).

I've tried ignoring it and just not eating it, but it was making the other food in the fridge go bad faster and my dad started getting food poisoning symptoms, also my dad wouldn't buy new food if there was an expired one still in the fridge. Also, with things like the cheese, when he puts it back, I risk eating moldy food without realising it cuz there's no way to tell a mold chunk was cut out until I bite it and taste mold alos on multiple occasions, I've said I tasted mold in something and my dad has lied saying he didn't do this, only for me to see the moldy cheese trimmings in the garbage later when I'm throwing something away.

I've talked with my dad about this and it always goes something like this:

My dad: *drinks a pintglass of expired newman's own lemonaid*

*15 minutes later*

Dad: *coming back from the bathroom* I just had explosive diarrhea.

Me: You know how you drank a glass of expired lemona—

Dad: And it's delicious!

Me: Well, I'm just worried it's making you sick...

My dad: *5 minute rant about Big Grocery™*

Anyway, I started just throwing out the expired stuff, but he'd take it out of the garbage, even when there was something nasty on it, like used coffee grounds or 12 hour old egg shells dripping salmonella-y egg. So I started opening the containers of expired food and spilling them into the garbage bag (they're hefty bags, so it's not making a mess in the can) and sometimes I'd put a handfull of (clean/unused) cat litter into the bag too if it was something like bad produce (think limp carrots or slimey lettuce) so he couldn't just rince it and put it back.

Then I cleaned the fridge with bleach spray and now things aren't going moldy as fast and we have so much more room in there (I didn't get rid of anything but expired food, I wiped non-expired containers off with the bleach spray and put them back), also, my dad's stomach problems have stopped.

I still don't think I did anything wrong, since I know my mom would have done this the second she came home and my dad wouldn't have objected, but since I did it, he yelled at me for wasting money, called me a stooge to Big Grocery™ and compared me to his brother, who thinks leftovers go bad in the time it takes to drive home.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #unsanitary cw

[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

so i keep referencing the What Broke Delirium essay i plan to write but never actually writing it, so let's dig into that one!

because. sandman does not spoonfeed information. neil gaiman even said this in regards to the tv show, most shows are written these days under the assumption that audiences aren't really paying attention and need things spelled out for them - but sandman is not one of those shows. you gotta notice everything to get the full story

which honestly i love in many ways because it's part of why i'm never gonna run out of sandman essays to write - every time i reread the comics or rewatch the show i catch something new

and this is one of the first hidden bits of info i caught - remember this spread from overture?

it's a fucking gorgeous page and one of my favourite in the entire sandman run, both for the pretty art and the content itself (i love delirium SO much)

but let's just zoom in on the center of those flowers for a sec

because there's tiny tiny text written inside them

(for anyone who can't parse that, the first says "delight was sad", the second says "delight went mad")

now i've mentioned in many of my posts before that the endless all struggle to experience their own aspect, they are that thing, it exists for the most part out of their reach, and that causes problems for all of them

but i usually leave delirium out of these explanations

and that's because, for whatever reason, delirium is the opposite. and delight was too. i don't know what it is that makes her different, but while her older siblings all seem to be barred from their own domain by nature (or have to go to great lengths to experience it), del is too much of it. she's utterly absorbed by it. and while i think she's learned over the centuries how to be a bit more flexible (she understands the coins have two sides thing better than any of them, and can be lucid when she needs to), she didn't start out that way

we don't know what it is exactly that broke her. but we know why.

she had spent all of her life as the personification of happiness and joy, and someone who embodied those emotions. she appeared most as a little kid as delight, because kids definitely find it a lot easier to stay in that perpetually excited, happy mindset

but nothing stays that way forever. and this is where she is like her siblings, and why she's so familiar with the coin metaphor - when you're missing a fundamental piece of being human (either by being barred from your aspect or by being absorbed by it), that's not sustainable. it will tear you apart. dream refuses to accept that this is the case, and that breaks him. desire is equally stubborn about it, and they've outright admitted (in narration) that they're hanging on by a fucking thread

but death figured it out, when she realised she couldn't fulfill her function properly without learning what it was like to live. destruction figured it out when he ran away to go create. and delirium figured it out the hard way, because as soon as the world got a little too big for her singular aspect to make sense, it shattered

and it shattered slowly

there may have been some form of inciting incident, but she didn't become delirium overnight. i think a lot about her describing it as "growing up, or at least growing older", because that's both a very mature way to look at it and also an extremely tragic way to look at it, the idea that she knows too much, is never going to see the world the same way again, and that means delight is never coming back

(and that realisation is when she stopped presenting as a child and started presenting as a teenager)

and i think for a while, early days of being delirium, not delight, she didn't know what to do with that. delight broke into scattered pieces and the more fell away the harder it became to connect them

but she's also the only one of her siblings who's picked herself up from that. and it's why she's the wisest of them. because from there she learned

okay, so her innocence is gone. so delight isn't coming back. but there's still parts of her around, if delirium ever needs them. and the more she observes about the world, the more she experiences, the more different pieces she gets to add to the puzzle. they don't fit together, but that's del's real strength - they're not supposed to. she could have tried to reassemble herself piece by piece, like gluing together a broken statue, but why would she do that? then she'd be exactly as breakable as before, if not more so

instead she's more of a floating amalgamation of pieces, or rather, she's the ties between them. and because there's no set puzzle, she can put those pieces together in any order. she's no longer susceptible to the same problems as her siblings, because she's not missing anything anymore. she didn't lose parts of herself when becoming delirium, she gained some

and yes, no one is entirely without flaw - her downside is she's still susceptible to strong emotion, and when that overwhelms her mind she stops being any kind of person, we just see that floating amalgamation, until she can calm down. but that's the worst of it. her siblings may see her as broken, but she's more whole than she ever was as delight. and she's never going to break again

#hi have i mentioned i love her i love her #sandman comic spoilers #delirium of the endless #mine #meta #the sandman

[rindousbbg]

hey! how are you? :)) Could I request kuroo x reader where when she spends a long time alone without seeing him or talking to him, when he tries to talk to her again she moves away? like she's afraid of him leaving, so in her head that's the best option

Summery: Kuro coming home after weeks and reader is afraid of him leaving again. (Not proofread)

Genre: Fluff, Sad?

Warning: Cursing.

A/n: sorry it took long enough. Hope you enjoy it. Reblogs and likes are appreciated.

Jiggling the keys in the counter kuroo entered into their shared apartment. He was exhausted after all the work he had to do in a short period of time.

"Babe?"

kuroo calls out your name but you didn't appread like everytime. Everytime he would come and you would hug him and sometime shower gim with kisses. And sometimes you just greet him with a smile that can ease kuroo's all problems. But this time you didn't even show your face. Which was weird.

"Are you okay babe??"

no response.

Kuroo took of his shoes and headed inside the bedroom you both share.

"Y/N, i have been calling you for like-what are you doing?"

kuroo was worried, worried as fuck. And you were here curling up like a ball and watching a series which was boring than anything.

"You are watching a boring shit instead of your boyfriend? Ouch"

he made a pained expression. But yet you didn't said a word.

Weird. That's what he thought. What's up with you? Today is different.

"Are you okay? Why aren't you talking to me?"

he started to take of his coat and loosen up his tie to get more air.

Kuroo was getting worried. He wasn't a impatient man at least when he is with you. He would listen to all of your probelms and suggest you some absurd advices, he likes to get you all the things you had written on your wish list. He never tried to anything which can make you feel hurt at the slightest.

the bed head frowned and started to think what caused you so much that you went silent and won't even talk to him. It would be

Overexaggerated if I say he felt like someon's been torturing him but was it really that easy for him? He was indeed felt tortured.

"Listen, I'm sorry but please talk to me."

His voice was stern. Even tho he's said please,

sorry

adjective

sor·ry ˈsär-ē ˈsȯr-

sorrier; sorriest

: feeling sorrow or sympathy

It seems like a demand more than a mere request. It was funny to seem him forwning and requesting (demanding) you to talk to him. But was it really funny for you? The answer was clear, a big no.

You felt like you would just lost the control of your body any time and jump in his arms and chant how much you have missed him. But was it really your fault that you felt like this?

Kuroo was always affectionate with you. Texting you everytime. Wether it was checking in you or something trashy pick up lines like 'Blood is red. Cyanosis is blue.I get tachycardia, When I think of you.'

But he was in the Japan Volleyball Association. He had his responsibilities. He had work and also had go somewhere for it. You have long forgotten where he had gone.

"Okay that's enough. Are you pranking me?"

Wrong!

"Oh wait are you doing a challenge? 24 hours ignoring their boyfriend?"

His eyes sparkles at his own comment but soon fades when he realised it's wrong.

"Oh what about uh..ignoring my boyfriend till he kisses me? That must be it."

He started to come closer, more closer. And that was your weak point. You didn't knew what to do. You were confused. You wanted to move away and made him taste the medicine of his own consequences. But you couldn't. He was gone for a long time. You missed him. No you miss him.

He smirked and attacked your face. He started to kiss you softly. But you moved your face again.

"Listen baby I'm sincerely begging you to tell me what's the matter? Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something? Please tell me"

you had enough. You wanted to give up but your stubbornness was getting you.

The rooster doesn't stop and still blabered apologies. You felt bad for him. You really did. But you are scared. What if he leaves again? and won't come back?

You sighed and looked at him for once and he widened his eyes slightly.

"Please, im very tired right now I'm willing to listen to you."

He pleaded.

"Kuroo..."

He dramatically gasps.

"K-kuroo?? No more bed hair? Rooster? Testsu??? What happened to you??"

he stopped as soon as he realised how quiet you are and your eyes seem tired.

"Okay, sorry. Continue"

"I'm afraid..."

You paused and looked down, fidgeting your own fingers. Even afraid to tell him whats wrong.

You bit your lips to stop preventing them from trembling.

"I missed you alot...i..i thought you left me. You didn't responded to my texts and calls either. I thought...i-i was being clingy"

You couldn't help but sob at the thought. Surely some people would worry about their partner, maybe even suspect them or cheating but for you, it was worry with some negetive thoughts but far away from thinking that he is cheating.

You feared people leaving you. And especially someone who is dearest to your life. Kuroo was your everything. He was the comfort you needed. He was the light to get you out of the darkness you had in your life. Kuroo was the reason of your countless laugh and smiles.

you couldn't speak no more as you uncontrollably sobbed. Kuroo felt angry at him. He should have at least texted you to inform that he is fine and he will come asap.

Kuroo wanted to punch himself that moment but it all vanishes away as soon as he noticed you were quietly sobbing.

He pulled you in a tight hug, rubbing circle in your back.

"I'm sorry, i..didn't mean to do that, and you aren't clingy..at all"

He was loss at words, didn't knew how to comfort you or how to make it up to you.

"I was an asshole, for sure. I promise i won't leave you. Saying sorry won't be enough. I will make it upto you somehow but for now... please.. please stop crying."

He pulled away from the hug and held your face in his long hands. Red puffy eyes were visible.

He wiped your tears with his thumb and kisses your forehead.

"It's fine, I'm here now"

Despite having a natural deep voice he tried to soften his voice as much as he can to make you really feel that he is indeed home and won't leave.

"I love you"

a hiccup left from your mouth.

"I..i love you too"

He smiled and kissed your lips this time. You calmed down after the kiss.

the night was spent you scolding him for being careless and his constant cringey pickup lines that you love.

#kuroo x reader #hq x reader #osamu x reader #oikawa x reader #kenma x reader #kageyama x reader #ushijima x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hinata x reader #atsumu x reader #akaashi x reader #bokuto x reader #hq x you #haikyuu x reader

[kingslimeball]

Bedtime Story

Dad!Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Requested by; @keerygal

Contents; Fluff, pregnant!mother!reader

Summary; Gator thinks back to the journey of his girlfriend's pregnancy.

Gator stands in the doorframe, staring into the dimly lit room. Y/n isn't home, so he is left to his own thoughts. He slowly enters the room, drifting inside as if by a kind of magnetic pull that he can't break free from. Not that he wants to.

Gator sits in the rocking chair in the centre with a little too much force as he swings further back than expected. He yells slightly, leaning forward to stabilise himself.

He hears a slight noise to his left, and his head instantly darts in the direction. His daughter. He's startled her awake.

"Shit." Gator mumbles. He quickly gets up, but it's too late as she starts crying.

Gator's face drops, and he gently reaches inside the crib to get her out. He does his best to be as gentle as possible without actually dropping the poor girl, which proves to be rather difficult. He leans her against his chest and sits back down in the rocking chair carefully this time.

"Sorry, baby girl. All good. It was jus' me, okay?" Gator whispers, brushing his thumb against her tiny hand. "Please don' wake up your brother or Y/n will kill me, okay, sweet'eart?" He says, in a gentle chirpy tone, despite the words he says. He looks to the crib on his right, where his son is sleeping peacefully.

"Go to sleep, and you'll be my favourite." Gator adds, grinning as he says it. He knows he doesn't mean it. He says it to each of them. He couldn't possibly pick a favourite.

"Please?" He says, as if making an imaginary deal with her. But she doesn't seem to agree to those terms.

Gator hears crying on his right. Damn it.

He stands and picks up his son, too. He leans him against his chest and sits back down with an impatient huff and a pout.

"C'mon. Your mom's gonna be home soon. She gon' think I'm bad at this." Gator pouts, rocking back and forth in the chair gently. He hushes them, giving them each a gentle rub on the back with his thumb.

After what seems like forever, but was merely three minutes, the babies gradually start to calm down. Gator lets out a breath of relief. He leans his head back, allowing himself to relax. But he can't get too excited because they aren't asleep yet.

"D'you guys wan' a bedtime story? I'm good at those." Gator says, going quiet as if waiting for them to answer. He blinks at them and realises they won't be giving him a nod and chuckles to himself.

"Uh– no, I'm not. Ya got me." Gator murmurs, looking around the room to try and spark an idea. He spots a picture on the wall, one from the hospital when the twins were born. Their first picture as a family. Gator smiles to himself, thinking back to that moment. A moment he'd never forget.

He realises he's gone quiet and isn't exactly helping them get back to sleep, so he thinks of the only story he can actually recall. They don't really know what they're listening to anyway, right?

"It was a saturd'y, I think. Or the day before. But I know it was dark outside. Really dark. I was at my dad's. Your grandpa. You don't wanna meet him, guys. He's in jail now, so don' worry. Where was I? Right. I heard a knock at the door and I had no idea who it was. I had to grab it, 'cause my dad was in bed. Glad I did, though.

I opened it, and there was your mom. I let her in and she was real nervous, so I was too, y'know? I had no idea what she was about to say. I expected anythin' 'n everythin' else.

I remember exactly what she said t'me. "Gator, we've got a big problem."

He laughs at his own impression of Y/n. "She don't sound like that. If she did, i'd be worried... Oops. Carryin' on with the story."

"I just said "What is it?" 'cause I di'n't really think there was somethin' as bad as she made it sound. But then, she showed me the pregnancy test.

I stared at her blankly for a while. She pro'ly thought there was somethin' wrong with me. I just cou'n't believe it. I di'n't really know if I wanted kids. But... it changed. 'Cause I was with the right girl. Your mom, she's just... I can't even put it into words. She's the reason I di'n't turn out like my daddy. You gon' understand when you're older.

That was a real turnin' point f'me. I had to sort myself out if I wan'ed your mom to keep me around. I had to... prove myself. It came naturally, really. When I knew you two were comin', somethin' changed in me.

I made sure to always be there for your mom. The whole of the way. I even moved out of my dad's so I could jus' be with her. It was nice... I–"

Gator cuts himself off, staring into the distance at a different photo on the wall of him and Y/n during her pregnancy. He's beginning to get choked up, but he doesn't want to upset the twins, so he quickly wipes his eyes.

"I remember it all so clearly. You two were growin'. Quite big, quite early, heh. We had no idea there were two lil' gremlins in there, so we thought you'd jus' be a really big baby. No offence. But we went to a doctor and found out, like– You should'a seen the look on your mom's face. I found it funny, but she di'n't. Well, obviously. She was the one dealin' with ya both.

Y'know, I hope you heard all the times I talked to you guys while you were in there. I read you a story once, but I weren't very good at it. I did tell you I love you both for the firs' time, so you should'a been listenin'.

When you guys decided you wanted to come out, it was a nightmare. F'me. at leas'. Your mom was more calm than I were, and she were the one givin' birth! I was just worried about her safety and yours. But excessively.

Your mom don't look it, but she got a tight grip."

He whistles with a chuckle.

"So strong, I had no clue. She held my hand so damn tight I thought it'd drop off. It was so worth it. I di'n't check how long it took, but it seemed like forever. I knew 'cause my hand was numb by the time she fin'ly let go.

This next part is somethin' I'll keep with me for the res' of my life. Son, you did not stop cryin'. The doctor told me to do "skin to skin" with you, but I di'n't know what that was. What it's s'posed to do is calm you down 'cause you listen to my heartbeat or somethin'. I got to hold you against my chest and you jus' seemed so... peaceful. I wan'ed to keep ya there forever. I cou'n't, though.

When I jus' sat on the edge of the hospital bed and looked over my new fam'ly, I instantly knew I loved you all more than I love myself. I have to admit, even I started cryin'. Your mom gave me a hug, so it was all good.

I di'n't leave your mom's side once after that. They advised me to go 'ome, but I jus' slept in a chair. I was okay, but my neck really 'urt after, which ain't surprisin'.

We got to bring ya both 'ome. Once you were both in tucked in, I was tied between stayin' with ya or goin' straight to bed. I was tired, but I jus' wanted to stay with ya both for a little while. So did your mom.

That's another time I remember exactly what she said t'me. "You sure as hell know how to make a pair of pretty babies."

He avoids trying to do a voice for Y/n, this time. He smiles for a moment to himself.

"I tried not to laugh, 'cause I di'n't wanna wake either of ya up. But it got t'me. In a way, she was callin' me pretty, so... I can't possibly forget that moment.

's the simple things, right? Like right now. God, I have so many stories to tell you both 'n not enough time. I–"

He stops himself when he notices that both of the twins are asleep. It's a relief, yet a disappointment. Gator found it enjoyable to have a moment to think over the best moments of his life so far. Maybe, he can tell them this exact story when they're older. It's not a bad idea. If he remembers to do it.

Gator puts them both in their cribs and makes sure they're okay, putting a teddy in there with each of them and making sure their blankets are covering them fully. Feeling satisfied that he's done enough, he slowly backs away to the door. He doesn't really want to, but he needs to let them sleep. And not wake them up this time.

Gator shuts the door as gently as possible. He lets out a breath and his shoulders untense. He turns to the side and–

Gator gasps heavily, startled. He presses a hand to his chest and stares at Y/n.

"A hello would'a been nice. You scared the shit outta me!" Gator whisper yells. He chuckles and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

"Sorry, baby. Didn't mean to scare you." Y/n replies, pecking Gator's lips. "Kids asleep?"

"Yup. All thanks to me." Gator replies, semi-cockily. His tone suggests he's after some kind of reward for doing fatherhood correctly. Y/n just chuckles.

"What do you want? A medal?" She replies, walking by him into the bedroom. Gator huffs playfully and follows after her like a lost puppy.

"Not a medal. Somethin' better." He says, pressing the door shut behind himself. "I jus' want my girlfriend, if that's okay." He wraps his arms around her waist from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. She tries to get changed into something comfortable, but she's struggling with Gator holding on so tightly.

"Let me get changed, then we can cuddle." Y/n assures, gently pushing him towards the bed. "Y'know, I don't get awards for good parenting, and I do it all the time."

"So do I." Gator replies with a teasing shrug, getting under the covers of the bed. "But I can arrange that, baby. All you gotta do is ask."

#gator tillman #joe keery #gator tillman x reader #steve harrington x male reader

[bibibbon]

What fails in MHA: gags/jokes

As well all know gags and jokes are everywhere in shonen but they are rarely done well in my opinion especially in MHA. There isn't a problem with having a bit of comedy in your manga but when the gag or joke either harms the characters development or just is offensive it tends to just fall flat at best and ruin the story at worst.

There are many common and multiple gags hori uses which I HATE:

Izuku/the midoriya family are crybabies. This is one that was VERY PRESENT during the earlier seasons which in my opinion ruined the show and many peoples view of izuku as a character. It makes sense why izuku would cry more then a regular shonen type of MC considering that he is supposed to be a "normal" teenager and he shows some very clear signs of anxiety. I understand when people get annoyed at how much he cries especially because it's very over exaggerated a lot of the time and just depicts him crying a waterfall when you could of just shown him tearing up. It's a bit more excusable for inko but it really doesn't shine a good look on her especially knowing that she is quite emotionally dependent on her son .

Katsuki being mean towards literally anyone and anything. We know that bakugo is a character who is going through a redemption arc to change and become a better person so we shouldn't see him be so aggressive and angry if he is trying to change especially if it's a joke. A gag like that really ruins his development and to me its the reason why I don't think he really changed his attitude or way of thinking towards izuku as much as people like to believe he has ( CANON BAKUGO AND FANON BAKUGO AREN'T THE SAME )

Perverted characters like mineta or sir nighteye .Yes, this is definitely targeted towards mineta and night eye because Iam still very disgusted by the scene of bubble girl and night eye and mineta just gives me the absolute CREEPS. honestly, idk what it is with hori and giving us these type of stuff it's honestly disturbing and disgusting I don't think I would mind if it were done to criticise or lambast something about hero societies pedophilic undertones and the way it loves to sexualise female characters but it's just there as a horrible gag.

Dumbing down denki and making him seem stupid. This is more of making UA look bad because Denki could of been seriously hurt in the usj because of the whole dumbing him down gag and while it isn't the worst gag in the show it kinda falls flat in my opinion and just makes ua look bad. It's also double standards in my opinion because he would be useless in battle if he were to overuse his quirk just like izuku.

The interview scene with mount lady. I don't understand why izuku was ridiculed for his lack of control when it came to blackwhip and it doesn't help that some of the characters where DEFINITELY ACTING OUT OF CHARACTER when they all had the same reaction.

There are some 50/50 gags that still failed due to horikoshi not letting them go or not handling them well.

Izuku's everlasting fanboyism of heroes especially all might. Look this one isn't that bad but like I just don't like the fact that he never grew out of it. I personally like to think that izuku was a big all might fanboy is because he saw all might as the only person who actually believed in him and gave him words of encouragement even if it was through a screen and even if those words where directed towards anyone not only him. As the story progresses izuku should grow to realise that all might is a flawed individual who has cared for him but harmed him at the same time.

Horikoshis perception of izuku being "too intense". This could of easily been incorporated into Izuku's character as an actual character trait that could be used as a gag from time to time. For example we see izuku over think everything or hyper analyse so many small things like fuyumi's cooking. There are moments where izuku seems to come off as weird to other characters and I feel like that shouldn't happen or it should be handled in a better way. I mean how is it that someone doing something so simple as looking at a video intensely will freak/weird you out compared to someone who has a weird quirk or a passerby doing something weird

There are definitely A LOT MORE THAT IAM PROBABLY FORGETTING.

However, hori does have some good gags/ jokes in my opinion, yes they are rare but they do indeed exist like:

Kirishima's manliness. A lot of the time this actually promotes positive masculinity which is something that is definitely needed and it also helps develop kiris character a whole lot more

This one interaction between jiro and tokoyami. I really liked it, it didn't come out as sexual which is something I really enjoyed and you can clearly tell it's just two classmates vibing and trying not to die

Tokoyami and his whole darkness persona. Idk I guess this is me but I like it, it adds a lot to tokoyami while also not being overused .

This one Iam 50/50 with and it's yuuga and his whole I like cheese and I can't stop twinkling persona. I think it adds more depth to his character and foreshadows his role as the traitor to a certain extent but I also find it a bit stereotypical considering the fact that he is french and yuuga will just end up speaking in basic french words and then Japanese

Hawks favourite food ironically being chicken wings. It's simple but it also makes us closer to hawks and can make him a bit more relatable to people

Izuku, iida and shotos hand crusher joke. That has to be my favourite joke in the series it literally didn't end up mocking anyone and cemented one of the best MHA trios

Overall, hori sucks at making truly enjoyable gags and has a lot that harm characters developments especially surrounding his MC Izuku but he can sometimes actually provide enjoyable ones.

#bnha critical #izuku deserves better #mha critical #horikoshi critical #mha #bhna critical #bnha

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! I was wondering if you knew of any longer angst fics with hurt Crowley? I know that you have a hurt Crowley tag, but I guess I’m specifically looking for longer fics (at least 70k words) with some angst! Thank you if you can! (:

Hi! Filtering for hurt Crowley, angst, and a minimum of 70k words on ao3 only gives us 32 fics (at time of writing this post!), so you can check them all out! Here is a small collection from the results. Mind the tags!...

A Hell of a Game by Zab43 (E)

Crowley's new boss is Hastur: a promotion from the pits, where Hell's torments are carried out. All the pit demons have reputations, but Hastur's is worse than most.... In Hell all relationships are abusive and Hastur's dealings with his new underling are no exception. A story told through the medium of therapy and flashbacks. Full of angst(!), abuse, PTSD, panic attacks and a big slice of understanding from a real life angel. Set after the failed apocalypse, but the main events are told through Crowley’s memories of Hell and are set thousands of years before. The theme is surviving and recovering from an abusive relationship, so any historical background is just window dressing really. Chapters alternate between Aziraphale & Crowley and Crowley/Hastur scenes with other characters as background only. This is a total stand alone, but is set (pretty much) in the same imagining of the GO world as another of my stories: Twelve Years Ago. Hastur's character is intended to be the same, but this brings out his (much) nastier side. Some of my demon OCs make brief appearances too, but there aren't any interactions between the two stories.

True Disaster by NuriaSchnee (E)

After Crowley saves him in 1941, Aziraphale realises he's fallen in love with the demon. Scared this dangerous feeling of his will cause problems to his friend, he tries to break their relationship. However, his plan to push the demon away fails and they end up admitting their feelings to each other. To be able to be together and keep it a secret, Crowley stops time every time they meet. However brilliant this seems at first, it doesn't take long to backfire, opening new wounds and raising more barriers between them.

Don't Cry for Me by The_Bentley (E)

The Apocalypse happened and Heaven came out on top. Hell has been locked away for all eternity while demons captured as prisoners of war during the battle were taken to Heaven to serve angels. Aziraphale and Crowley are reunited under these circumstances and make plans to escape the nightmare life has become. Alpha Centauri looks like a good start if they can escape first to Earth then into the stars themselves. But other plans might be brewing besides theirs. Aziraphale must also be prepared for the dam to burst when Crowley can no longer keep pushing the trauma he endured to the back of his mind.

My Name is Raphael by The_Angel_Melathiel (M)

Stranded in the past with no memory of his identity, Crowley begins a new life with the help of Agnes Nutter. Meanwhile, Aziraphale embarks on a race against and through time to track down his demon. If you want to read a somewhat unusual story and, above all, want to get to know a few new characters, you've come to the right place. Also, you will see Agnes Nutter's story in a whole new light after reading this fanfiction.

Another Time, Another Place by indigo (E)

What if? Two words - so powerful. A slight divergence from canon sees a very different life for Aziraphale five years after the world didn’t end. Ostracised from Heaven, he now lives in a world with bookshops and Afternoon Tea, but without Crowley; a world in which he believes Crowley gave his life to save him. However, it’s not quite that simple, and maybe they can somehow get a happy ending after all??? (They can, and they do. But let’s not tell Aziraphale that just yet. It’ll spoil the fun!)

Per Aspera Ad Astra by Fire_Traveller (M)

After the Almost-Apocalypse, both Crowley and Aziraphale tentatively enjoy their new freedom - but it turns out that they are quite right in not trusting the new situation: All too soon, it seems that Heaven and Hell are after them again, out for revenge on their two 'former employees'. Apart from all that, it seems that Crowley also has some secrets of his past that he never told Aziraphale about, stuff they should definitiely address eventually... Disclaimer: As the tags point out, there's some major character injuries and some other drama - but I promise, there's a happy ending, too! They'll be fine!

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #hurt crowley #angst #long fic #mod d

[14muffinz]

Whoops! It seems like twin-sync leo has run off to who knows where! Have you seen him?

[this answer is a collaboration with the original asker. the parts in april's perspective are mine, and the parts in donnie's perspective are hers. I hope this still makes some semblance of sense]

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April nearly crashes into the turtle, just barely managing to catch herself in time. Maybe running around the arena isn't the best idea, but, well, she's gotta find her brother somehow.

After stumbling into an alternate April, Donnie blinked a few times in surprise, sure he knew there was other April's, but there weren't too many around in here.

"Uh, no, I don't think so," she says. She might have, for all she knows, but with how hyperfocused she's been on finding her own, she's spotted plenty of different ages, heights, eye colours, and so on. She hasn't focused to hard on anyone in purple, though, and thus she can't help but startle when she realises that this Donnie seems to have slider markings on top of his own. (She should probably be used to weirdness by now, but there's something especially off-putting about seeing something unknown in one of her brothers. "Have you seen my Leo?"

A moment too late, she realises that he probably doesn't know what her Leo actually looks like.

After registering her question he grimaced slightly as he spoke, “Ah… well maybe?? There's a shocking amount of blue here actually..” he ended his statement with a nervous chuckle.

April huffs, figuring she might as well take a bit of a breather. "No kidding. At least my bro's will be able to catch up with me if they don't have any better luck, I'm sticking out a bit I think."

She figures that they're probably still looking for Leon. She can't exactly imagine any of them giving up, unless they do something stupid like trying to use their ninpo to aid in the search.

"I wonder if there's a better way at catching their attention here than just running around aimlessly. I went to the, uh, lost and found corner earlier with my bros, but that place seemed to make it worse than better, to be honest. And, like, this is a really good opportunity to find my brother, since he's been missing for a while, so I can't just…" she trails off, then winces. "Right, sorry, you don't need my life story. Did your brother run off while he was here, or have you been looking for him the whole time?"

Donnie tilted his head to the side as he began recounting the earlier events that lead to Leo running away, “So we may have made friend while we were here, and he thought it would be fun to introduce one of HIS friends to US…” the striped turtle paused for a second “…which wouldn't have been a PROBLEM if he wasn't so… menacing, to put it lightly.”

The purple-clad turtle looked back at April with a nervous expression, “And he kinda… ran off at the sight of him…” the turtle sighed in frustration, “and apparently he got REALLY fast cause I couldn't catch up to him..”

"Ah. Good luck finding him, I guess," she responds awkwardly.

He then directed the question back at her “What about you? Has your Leo been missing long?” He asked.

April nods in response to his question, shoving her hands into her pockets and wrapping one hand around the fidget cube that she's got stored inside. She starts frantically tapping at buttons while she says, "Uh, yeah. He's been missing for over a year at this point, and we haven't had a lot of leads. He just... up and left one night."

It's not really the whole story. It's his missing arm, the one that's still in beta and specially made for fighting at that. It's the nail marks in Draxum's table, as though someone had frantically gripped it, and how Big Mama has been on their asses for months about a robbery that never even happened.

"When we got here, we realised that a lot of other reunions were going on, so we figured that he had to be here somewhere. But so far, no dice. The costumes really aren't helping any."

he took in her response and said “Oh, well my Leo was trapped in another dimension before this whole thing started, but we could still talk, sometimes at least.” He got quieter as he spoke, truly thinking about going a whole year without ever knowing if Leo was even alive… finally came to a resolve with a determined expression, empathy filled eyes looked back to the alternate version of his sister.

"That's good," she says weekly, forcing herself to push down the jealousy that builds. She'd give anything to talk to her missing brother right about now, but she isn't going to allow herself to get upset over something she's glad someone had.

He offered her a hand and with a smile he spoke “How about we team up and look for him together?” In his mind he resolved that his own Leo would be okay for a little longer.

April smiles and nods, reaching out her non-fidgeting hand to shake his. "I'll help find yours too, y'know. It's only fair. The more eyes the better, and all."

When they release the handshake, she grabs her phone out of her pocket, quickly flipping over to a folder full of comfort videos with her and her family. They'd made it shortly after the Kraang Incident, when emotions and separation anxiety were running rampant, and it's been getting tons of use since Leon vanished. She scrolls over to a group photo, taken just a few weeks before he'd gone missing, and shows it to the alternate version of her brother. "This is my fam, so that you can help look. I don't really know if I need help looking for my brothers, since supposedly we'll get tossed back home when all this is over, but... I don't know, it seemed important, I guess."

She twists the cube in her pocket, starting to toy with another side. She's definitely sure that the clicking of the button is now audible, but doesn't particularly care.

Donnie did his best to not acknowledge the faint, but still audible, clicking he heard in an effort to not stress April out any more than he may have already.

Looking towards the picture, he made sure to commit the faces- but in particular Leo's- to memory so he could accurately search alongside her.

As they searched, Donnie encouraged and contributed to telling stories of their respective Leos in an effort to lighten the mood.

~~~

Thanks for writing this with me, was a blast!

@tmntaucompetition

#au comp stuff #wouldn't it be easier #twin-sync (more than you think)

[sparklingmusicofstars]

Hamefura Bonus story : Catarina 18th birthday.

This one was very difficult to translate so I hope there aren't any mistakes, and that you will love it !

"Wow, it's raining like crazy."

As I was walking out the front door I finally realised that it was pouring outside. I had overslept and was so busy getting ready that I didn't have time to check what was going on outside. I was going to cycle to the place where I had an appointment with Acchan, but now I would be soaking wet by the time I got there.

"What shall I do ?" When I was at a loss, I heard a voice from behind me,

"Hey, what's going on ? Get the fuck out of here."

I turned around to see my second brother standing there, dressed in his casual clothes. He was probably on his way out.

"No, I want to go out, but it's raining really hard outside. I'll be soaking wet by the time I get there." When I replied, my brother smiled and said:

"I'm going to borrow the car, no problem." he said, holding up the car keys. Apparently my brother, who already has a licence, is going to borrow the car from our parents.

'Oh, that's nice ! Give me a lift too !" When I immediately asked him for a lift, he made a disgusted sound, but at least he asked me where I was going.

And when I told him where I was going,

'I don't have a choice. I'll give you a lift.' He said.

"Thank you." I thanked him,

'I'll pay you back when I will get my licence.' I said to my brother like that,

He cheerfully replied, "Okay~" He drove me to my destination and I had a great time without getting soaked. By the time I got home, the rain had stopped, so I skipped home.

Later, I happened to learn from my mother that my brother's destination was in the opposite direction to where I was going. It seems that the "passage" was to avoid distracting me.

Basically, I've always known that my brother is actually very kind, even though he treats me roughly and is not very talkative. Okay, I made up my mind that when I get my licence, I'll give my brother a lift this time.

"…… Lady Rina, Lady Catarina, wake up. It's morning." When I opened my eyes at that call, Anne was standing there, as usual. It was my room in the familiar Claes family.

I seem to have had a very nostalgic dream. A dream not of this life, but of a previous life.

I used to dream a lot when I was eight years old, when I was trying to remember, but in the last few years I hardly ever dreamed anymore, so it's unusual. When I think about it,

"Today is Lady Catarina's birthday, isn't it ? Happy birthday." Anne told me with a smile.

I see, today is my 18th birthday.

Eighteen, I have finally surpassed the age of my previous life. Maybe that's why I had that dream.

In my previous life, I had an accident when I was 17 and died. I couldn't turn 18, so I couldn't get a car licence …… so I couldn't pick up my brother.

I wanted to return what he had done for me, but I couldn't. I couldn't express my gratitude for everything that had been done. My heart ached.

"Lady Catarina, what's wrong ?" Anne, who was wise to my change, asked me with a worried look on her face.

"No, it's nothing. I'm fine. I just woke up from sleep and felt light-headed. I didn't want to worry Anne, so I told her that,

" If you don't feel well, please tell me immediately, because everyone at the party will be worried." She replied,

"Yes. I understand." I replied.

Today is my birthday party. It's not a big party like when I came of age at 15, but a small one with my closest friends and family.

It seems that, at first, my father and Keith wanted to have a family celebration, but when they heard about it, they decided to have a party with everyone.

I don't know too many details, but …… or rather last year and the year before, this is how everyone ended up celebrating, and I wonder how long this will go on ? Will it continue until I get married ?

I'm a little embarrassed, but I'm also happy.

Shaking off the pain in my chest, I looked up.

If I look down on my past life, I feel sorry for everyone who is celebrating me. Today, I will smile and say many thanks to everyone who is celebrating with me.

"Congratulations." The party started and I received words of congratulations from everyone.

Then I also received presents. Farming tools, expensive seedlings, romance novels. Everyone knows my taste.

"Catarina, look, here's a pastry that's well known. Go ahead and try it." Geordo says this with a smile and offers me a plate of sweets.

Right after, Mary, who is also smiling, comes over,

"Lady Catarina , this is a new product from your favourite pastry shop. Please take this one." She then offers me a plate.

Everyone really understands my taste. That alone makes me very happy and puts a smile on my face.

"Lady Mary, I was just recommending these sweets to Catarina."

"No, it's not about that , it's about not interfering with the fiancée's interaction."

Just like that, when the two began to exchange smiles,

"Big sister, this is what my sister said she wanted to eat the other day――" Keith came over, and Geordo and Mary turned a smile at Keith this time,

"I was just recommending sweets to Catarina. "

"Lady Catarina, let's talk about a romance novel ! It's a new novel that just came out the other day-"

"Sophia, don't run. Calm down." Sophia, with a twinkle in her eye, and Nicol come over.

“Umm, Lady Catarina, I made a new sweet for today.” With a shy smile, Maria gave me one of my favorite handmade sweets.

"Hey, I'll borrow that stage for a little while," said Alan, who played the violin on a small stage in the venue. There is a beautiful song that makes your heart beat.

I really feel lucky to be able to celebrate like this.

The party was about to come to an end.

"You seem to be feeling better." Geordo said to me in a voice that only I could hear.

"...?" I couldn't understand what he meant, and I couldn't understand what he was saying, but Geordo said to me,

"I was worried because you seemed to be a little down when the party started."

"Did you notice ?!"

I tried to smile so that he wouldn't notice.

In the end, I couldn't shake off the memory of the dream I had in the morning, and the pain in my chest didn't go away. Still, I put on a smile because it was a party where everyone was celebrating.

I was so happy and joyful while doing so that I found myself really smiling.

"Yes, of course I'm your fiancée - I'd like to say that, but it seems everyone else noticed it too." Geordo said with a sly smile.

I also looked in that direction. Everyone smiled when they saw me looking at them.

They all noticed and were worried about me.

I said, "Excuse me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for worrying you." I said this and Geordo's eyes widened a little.

"Don't worry about it, it's okay. We did it on our own."

"But ……"

"And you would be worried if I or anyone else wasn't feeling well, wouldn't you ?"

"Of course!"

"That's why we worry about you as well. We're just returning the favour you do for us. And if you feel better after this party, we'll be very relieved and happy." He smiled as he said this. It was a very gentle smile.

"So don't worry about it, just smile and feel better."

"Thank you." I thanked him from the bottom of my heart.

I am very grateful to my mother, father, brothers , Acchan and everyone else from my previous life. I met so many wonderful people in this reincarnated world. I will give back what I received to everyone who was kind and important to me, even if I couldn't do so in my previous life.

I'm sure that my precious people in my previous life would say "That's good" too -.

#hamefura #my next life as a villainess #translation #light novel #alan stuart #katarina claes #geordo stuart #maria campbell #mary hunt #sophia ascart #nicol ascart #otome game no hametsu flag shika nai akuyaku reijou ni tensei shiteshimatta #bonus story

[hotheadedheroprimary]

Celebrate - In More Ways Than One

Another oneshot based on one of my dreams and one that took waaaaay longer to write than I would have liked but here we are I had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you enjoy!!

(Kirishima x Fem!Reader) ((and slight Bakugo x Reader))

As far as parties go, this one was going to be big. No one could have anticipated it being this lively but that's what happens when you make a lot of friends. In the beginning, anyone would have assumed that your graduation party would be segregated into each class of UA.

Nope!

Once the rivalry with class 1-B (and grievances with the other courses) had been diminished, there was no doubt that everyone would want to be a part of this together. It has been an arduous journey for you all but you've made it. You all made it. Now, everyone can enjoy the spoils of a well-deserved celebration. A big thanks has to go to Yaoyorozu and her family for lending her homestead for the afterparty. This should have been expected. Who else would have the space for this many people?

Nerves are becoming an undesirable companion for your poor self. The torrent of people is neither a problem nor the concept of mingling - that is all fine. No, the issue lies with you sticking out like a sore thumb. You assumed that there would be at least one other girl who would opt for trousers but they're all either in dresses or skirts. God knows you would have done the same but that sort of style has never been your thing aside from the compulsory uniform. It took trying on a full store's worth of fancy garments to realise that you best just wear what's comfortable. You're rocking a blazer jacket with matching smart trousers, the ensemble especially pops with the bright (f/c), laced camisole finishing the look. It’s a little snug in your opinion but a certain pink-haired friend of yours insisted that it shapes you perfectly. The blazer shall remain fixed on your shoulders, you think. Mina spent all of the previous day boosting your confidence and psyching you up like the queen she is but you can’t shake off those last remnants of worry. You're having a conversation with her when you notice Kirishima out of the corner of your eye and the skip of your heart isn’t something to ignore. Even you couldn't have predicted him looking as dashing as he does in that suit.

Mina leans over and whispers in your ear excitedly, "Now’s your chance! You gotta get over Bakugo, anyways."

Ah, yes. That whole situation. Over the years, you silently admired the explosive student and awkwardly pined for his attention. You had even attempted to make subtle advances on the guy but he just never took the bait. After so many missed shots, you eventually decided that it would be best to reserve your ammo lest you risk depleting your aching heart. It was only a matter of time before you ended up hanging out with his best friend more and, like some sick twisted fate, found yourself falling victim to those wretched butterflies again. If you had any doubts about having a type before, you don't now. Unwavering resolve, irrefutable strength, and a powerful dedication to becoming a hero? It doesn't seem to get much more attractive than that. 

"I dunno, Mina. 'You sure I'm not too... masculine in energy? I know Kirishima admires manly things but..."

Sighing, she just rolls her eyes and pushes you into him before darting off, giggling like a troublesome child. Cheeky bitch. You love the girl and understand that she's trying to help but her methods aren't always appreciated. Before you fall, Kirishima catches you and that jump of your stomach evolves into a stuttered sprinting when you gaze up at him shyly. Part of you wishes you had landed on the ground just to be saved from this embarrassment. Being met with the cold floor has never sounded more inviting. It's hard to tell in the lighting but it looks as though his cheeks are reddening as he's holding you. Dear God, you've made a fool of yourself, haven’t you? Scratch that. There’s only one person to blame in this and she’s run free from the scene like a coward. 

Kirishima eases you back up onto your feet and smiles, albeit a little teasingly. "What happened there, twinkle-toes? 'You okay?"

"Yeah, sorry,” laughing bashfully, you dust yourself off. “I must've just tripped on something."

Your attention darts around to get a clue onto Mina so you can send her a silent scream of aggravation for what she just did. However, it would appear that she has disappeared among the sea of students and you instead catch a glimpse of Bakugo, who has had his attention on you for a while now. When your eyes meet, he's quick to turn away, the expression on his face unreadable. That's happened a handful of times recently and you can't figure out why. Admittedly, you don't spend as much time together as you used to but that doesn't mean you've entirely withdrawn yourself from him. He is still a friend. Even with the unrequited crush in mind, you would never blank him. The last few months have been a different story but hitting the books has been everyone's priority in the lead-up to finals. 

A soft nudge to your side pulls you out of your contemplation and you are greeted with another one of those heart-melting smiles. "Good thing I was here to catch you, huh?"

You resist the urge to look away and giggle, "I guess it was pretty lucky."

Lucky your ass. A certain pink rascal will be paying dearly for this later.

"I love the outfit, by the way."

Thoughts of revenge slip away like a sinking ship and you slowly gawk down at yourself. It’s a lovely apparel, even you won’t deny that, but it hardly feels worth complimenting when one considers the array of frilly fabrics flaunting around your person. The flattering remark is meant in earnest and you try to keep that in mind, especially with him. He always means what he says, anyone knows that. As stated before: insecurity is an undesirable companion that lingers at your side, practically sewn to your hip. If only you could cut the tie and be rid of it. All you want to do is enjoy your graduation. Is that too much to ask?

You harbour enough strength to look back up sheepishly. "Really?"

"Of course!” His eyes widen with a confused smile. He can’t believe you wouldn’t think the same. “It really suits you!"

"Thanks." You manage to push past your nerves at least a little and grin. "Wanted to make sure I could dance, you know? S'not easy to bust out the full calibre of my moves in a skirt and heels." Oh yeah. You opted for flat shoes just so you wouldn’t risk stumbling over yourself like some schmuck. 

The two of you share a fond laugh and he holds a hand to the back of his neck. An unspoken tension writhes between you both when his gaze drops to the floor. Confidence is a fickle thing, fleeting away as fast as it had been regained. Those nerves prickle against your shoulders once more and you fear you may have sullied your image with the poor attempt at a joke. Taking compliments isn't exactly a strength of yours, so you're quick to deflect with silly responses.

"Well, seeing as you mentioned it, do you... wanna dance? I mean, I'm not very good but..."

Maybe you didn't come across as lame as you had initially thought. Luckily, at his time of asking, a particularly catchy tune is playing; one with a beat you are sure you can get into if you really want to. Might as well. Already making your way to the appointed dance floor, you gesture for him to follow. 

"Come on, then."

It takes a while but eventually, the two of you are dancing with no shame. At one point, you even slip off your blazer and unceremoniously throw it into the crowd, earning many cheers and calls of excitement from your peers. Any doubts about the mildly flashy top beneath your jacket have quickly faded, getting lost in the wildness of your beaming soul along with the music. There's that crazy energy he's fallen in love with. Watching you light up with such conviction is a sight that he relishes any time he is lucky enough to witness it. Whether it’s on the battlefield, during training sessions, or you passionately speaking about something you love, he lives for it. Amidst his fawning, everything around him blurs and soon vanishes. All of his focus is on you and how you manage to effortlessly succumb to having a good time. He tries his best to keep up but he would much rather admire you. Were it possible, he’d watch you for hours on end. The shine of your smile, the gleaming sparkle your eyes hold, how your hair bops side to side with every movement - the guy is unequivocally transfixed and hypnotised by the allure of your enjoyment.

Gradually, the fast pace siezes with a slow song and, unable to look at Kirishima, your eyes wander. Oh, this fucking girl. You can see Mina standing by the speaker, holding her thumbs up at you with a grin that would be contagious were you not writhing in loathing. She must think she's the hottest wing-woman on the block with these unwelcomed antics. Perhaps it’s high time you surrender to her shenanigans and let bygones be bygones. Besides, you can hardly pay much attention to her with your current circumstances. It’s time to face your fears and face the man beside you. When you turn to meet him, equally wondering how he feels about the situation, his hand is already outstretched towards you. As curious as you are, you won’t question how long he’s been waiting for you. Best not to test his patience either. It’s time to get your head in the game. Don’t mess this up.

No pressure. 

With a steadying breath, you oblige and take the offer, fingers gently landing in his palm. His clasp shut around yours and he takes a step forward. Given how resolute his bravery typically is, this moment would be considered comedic were you not just as terrified yourself. Now is the perfect opportunity for Mina to run in and push the two of you into each other. Thankfully, such a dreaded imagining of events doesn’t appear to come to fruition. Although, it’s as if she’s working some strange voodoo magic because you step closer and place a hand on his shoulder. This sudden daring threatens to recoil in fear of coming across brash but Kirishima’s hand on your hip stops that from happening. Those bright, red eyes shimmer with a determination you’ve only ever seen during your sparring sessions. The two of you share a shy smile before you allow yourself to rest your head on his chest. Content, you hum into the fabric of his tux, only hoping that the music is loud enough to drown it out.

Whilst swaying gently side to side in each other’s embrace, your pupils flick around, gazing over the beautiful twirls of elegant cloth that surround you. They’re gorgeous. Every one of them might as well be a princess suspended in iridescent clouding whilst you weep into the muddy ground like a peasant. With how glorious this longed-for moment is, you scold yourself for getting distracted by the heavy tug in your chest. Pulling away only slightly, your shoulders slump against the crux of your fragility. 

Kirishima is unfortunately very good at picking up on these things. "Something on your mind?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah… it’s just..." You contemplate throwing out some last-ditch excuse but decide against it and sigh. "It's gonna sound stupid but it just feels like this moment would look better if I was wearing a beautiful dress like all the other girls," laughing sadly, your gaze drops to your feet. "It'd probably be nicer for you, too."

A gentle pressure hugs your cheek and the warm hand guides your attention back to him. Eyes wide with worry, his brows turn up and his face is brought forward, foreheads almost touching. These actions alone draw out whatever breath you have left in your lungs and, with that soft stare of his, you forget how to breathe completely.

"You crazy or somethin'? I don't care about any of that. Sure, I bet you'd look amazing in a dress but this is you. It's about what you're comfortable in and I love that you can do that." The concern in his expression subsides, being replaced with a sheepish grin. "Besides, I reckon you're the most beautiful girl in this room."

The evidence is undeniable and, yet, your mind makes haste in excusing it for his kind nature. He’s likely just saying all of this to calm your anxiety. That isn’t Kirishima’s style but why else would he feed you such lovely words like this? Nagging, your inner voice piles lie upon lie to keep you from believing what’s right in front of you. You shake your head and prep your own voice for defiance but nothing comes out. By now, his forehead is pressed firm into yours and you pray that he can’t feel the flush of your suddenly fevered skin.

“Please, believe me,” he whispers and it’s as if the music aids his words, uplifting like a crescendo despite how quiet they are. “You’re stunning. Even if you don’t think it, I… I always have. I do.” His mouth clamps shut for a moment whilst he collects himself, negotiating his options, and then he speaks again, “You really are beautiful and I don’t know how else to say…”

He trails off with the piano’s cadence and this entire time you are starstruck. The raw emotion is palpable even in its softness. Kirishima edges ever closer to you, that shimmering grit blazing his crimson eyes like before. He’s usually strong with his words, having bellowed many motivational speeches for the benefit of his comrades but, at his core, he is a man of action. Hesitant breaths exchange with one another, blowing into one betwixt the little space between your lips. Your temptation to feel them pressed on yours urges you forward and is the clear sign that coerces him into making the jump. Violins sing, percussions crash, and then all fades into a multi-colour visage as you melt into each other. 

He took it. 

He took his chance and is soaring on cloud nine. 

In reality, the dream was much, much shorter but I just couldn't stop writing once I started. So many ideas kept coming to me. Speaking of...

BONUS:

Bakugo's eyes have been on you and his friend like a hawk for quite some time now. He's taken note of the awkward glances, your touch on Kirishma's shoulder when he makes you laugh, the way he smiles bashfully at you. This is hardly anything new. The two of you have been like this for the last couple of months now and it's almost enough to make him sick. Hell, you're even slow dancing with one another. 

"They're like a couple of love-sick puppies," he huffs to himself and leans back against the wall. "It's obvious they like each other. Just say something already."

"That's a little rich coming from you."

Of all the people to come and bug him, why did it have to be that dunceface? He's become more tolerable over the years but there's still a pinch of irritation whenever he has something dimwitted to say. The smug demeanour of Kaminari is almost enough to coax out a bark but, instead, there's a short moment of silence. 

Bakugo's glare narrows more so than before. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Come on! You mean to tell me you didn't know?" When that blazing scowl deepens, he continues, "Dude! (Y/n) had the biggest crush on you for, like, the first two years of U.A. I'm surprised our ever-observant Kacchan didn't pick up on it."

Kaminari is quick to make an escape when a threatening hand rises towards him. What does that sorry excuse for a spark plug know? He falls for any woman stupid enough to say hello to him. Bakugo's clenched fist slowly drops to his side and he goes back to watching you and the redhead. There's no way you had a crush on him. He would have noticed.

He would have acted on it. 

The majority of Class 1-A are good at picking up on when a fellow classmate is bewitched and hopelessly smitten: Midoriya and Uraraka are prime examples. It took those two idiots way too long to finally nip it in the bud and admit their feelings for one another. On the other hand, figuring out if Bakugo has ever become prey to such romantic infatuations remains a mystery to his peers. Eventually, everyone came to the assumption that he was too targeted on his goal of becoming the greatest hero to get distracted by such things. 

That couldn't be further from the truth. 

It started as a high level of respect, shifted into trust, maybe even adoration for a while, and then a strange sensation of euphoria when he'd see you. The whole "realising crush" period didn't hit him until you spent less time together. It dawned on him that he missed your company. How does that mushy saying go? Distance makes the heart grow fonder? Ah, whatever. Bad feelings weren't harboured. He had just put it down to you wanting to knuckle down for the third and final year of school. Then, about halfway through the year, you got closer to his friend. Kirishima has had it bad for you for a while now and it looked as though you'd fallen hard for him as well. A sharp disdain manifested when this turn of events materialised. Had you acted towards Bakugo the way you have been with Kirishima these last two months, he would have made no hesitation in asking you out. 

He's about to put it out of his mind, deciding it's not worth the trouble at this point, but those cogs start turning against his will. You did always put in the effort to make sure he was included, more than anyone else. Not to mention, your fingers used to fiddle with your hair a lot whenever you two hung out. Then there's taking into account the times he caught you and Mina whispering amongst each other, your face growing red when you'd catch his eye. A tightness burdens his chest as the memories start flooding. All of those little instances: the way you'd glance at him in moments of silence, how you'd always ask to be his study partner, the way your voice rose in pitch when he'd enter the room - it all comes crashing down on him like an ocean wave laced with shards of glass. How did he not see this sooner? Was he so insecure about his feelings not being reciprocated that he just subconsciously ignored you? At the very moment of realisation, his eyes re-focus, land on your figure once more and... you and Kirishima are kissing - a beautiful tragedy that burns a hole in his heart. Any opportunity he had of asking you out is long gone and out the window now. 

He lost it.

He lost his chance and is seething in a fiery inferno.

#bnha #mha #kirishima x reader #x reader #my hero academia #eijirou kirishima #eijirou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki #bakugo #bakugo x reader #but in an angst way #kirishima x reader x bakugo #these dreams are wild #great fun though

[thefirstknife]

Seeing some of the latest whining over on Twitter, I think I've realized part of the problem: the content creators who have made playing D2 their life think it's "too easy" and that "toxic casuals are ruining things" because they refuse to admit they're simply too skilled to find a huge challenge anymore. But instead of rebranding to something else and moving on to learn a new game where they'll face challenge and struggle they continue to insist that the game is bad foe catering to "the lowest common denominator". Some of them also seem kind of entitled? Lime the idea that any no-name players (aka people who aren't Big Names in the fandom) could possibly do amazing snd outplay them feels like they're being cheated out of what they're "owed" as their Top Player Bragging Rights? But not everybody who puts in the work to get good at the game engages with the fandom, either. It just feels a lot like some of them think "I put in the work to master it, so nobody else should be allowed to match me and also it needs to keep up with me because I made this game my life". Feels very weird and entitled to me. And I say this as a person who has played some games so much that the highest difficulty settings are a breeze! I just accept that I've mastered it and move on when I want challenge.

Oh yeah, the new elitist dickhead whining is live in the community and it's the same thing as always. Agreed with what you wrote! I think streamers just literally want things to only be "difficult" for them and impossible for everyone else so they can feel special. They can deny it all day long, but there is no logical reason to want FEWER people to play an exciting competition and for FEWER people to feel like they can complete it. Because if people feel like they can't, they won't bother. Why would I waste my time? I'm not getting paid to play the game.

Day 1 raid race is a community contest, meant for the community, aka all players. It's not "special contest for top players only," it's a contest for everyone. It's supposed to be something everyone tries out and does their best, as well as something that is reasonably achievable for more than a grand total of 12 players.

Over the years, Bungie has been hard at work turning raids into an activity that more people will want to play and finish. Including adjusting the way day 1 race is happening and when. They WANT more people to participate which is evident through lowering the amount of grind needed to be ready and moving the race to the weekend, and now extending it to 48 hours. This helps everyone; the community and the devs.

More below:

The moment the day 1 raid race is accessible, that means more people will attempt it and more people will realise that they ARE good enough to raid and complete the contest mode. When the raid race is locked to a power level grind that nobody outside of people playing the video game for a living can achieve, that drastically reduces the number of people who will enter the race. When the raid race is releasing in the middle of the week, nobody outside of streamers will be able to compete. Now, day 1 raid race is no longer limiting in ways that we, the players, can't control.

This means more people can attempt it and at that point, we're dealing with pure numbers. More people attempting means that more people will finish. So when streamers are whining about "numbers," they're whining about the simple hard cold unchangeable logic of math. More people than ever are playing, more people than ever are attempting, more people than ever were able to watch the whole race and figure that they have a chance, and then they had plenty of time to try. This resulted in more completions than ever. Very little to do with the raid being "easy." It wasn't. It was accessible.

There are probably incredibly good players out there who couldn't participate before because they didn't have time or weren't available off work or couldn't ruin their mental and physical health over a 24 hour video game contest. There are probably perfectly average players who can still complete the raid race if they have more time to practice.

And this bothers content creators, because it's telling them that they're not special. Some Joe Shmoe with a 6 year old PC and $5 headset might be incredibly good at Destiny, possibly even better than them, but he didn't have time to compete before. Now he does, because Bungie removed the limit that a player can't control and the content creators are fucking mad as hell because Joe Shmoe, 47, a dad of 3, can finish the contest mode.

They keep insisting this is not the reason they are mad; they're mad because.... uh.... Contest mode is supposed to be SUPER HARD and it's an EXCLUSIVE EVENT that happens TWICE A YEAR!!!! And like. Yeah? Joe Shmoe has the same feeling about it. Joe Shmoe also gets two days a year to participate in a community event. Again, content creators are slowly learning that they're not special and it's a hard hitting truth. Also if more people are playing the raid race, then they're not watching them. That's gotta hurt as well. It's at least 5 fewer subs.

I am so fucking done with their bullshit and their repeated attempts to demean everyone's accomplishments by yelling about the raid being easy and bad and whatever. They are sad people with a void in their hearts.

The raid was absolutely hard. More people than EVER attempted it and MANY haven't been able to complete it. The raid wasn't "easy" in the sense they mean it (they mean easy = bad), it was different. It required different skills and it had a different goal and a different fantasy to invoke in players. Every single one of those bitches used every known cheese and meta tactic to brute force every damage phase and every mechanic, to the point of many of them not figuring out an entire mechanic in the final encounter. They straight up did not understand a mechanic and then dare to say that it was easy. But yeah. They were grasping at every broken build possible and then whining about it being easy. Well I did it with 30 resilience. I am better.

They are absolutely entitled. They feel like they are owed everything in this game because they've been here since 2014 and that if the game is not catering to them, then it's objectively bad. Literally, as you said, they've mastered the game and they're bored of it. But hey, there's money in clickbait about negative stuff so they will keep being miserable playing something they obviously don't like anymore.

I'm so done with those assholes. The raid was an absolute BLAST for me. It was super fun, it was really difficult and it took a long time to get it done, but my team did it, even through a horrible bug that cheated us out of a clear 10 hours early. The raid is SUPER fun, it's an excellent new addition to the raid roster, super helpful for newer players and newer raiders. The mechanics are really smooth and simple, they don't require a lot of callouts, but still rely a LOT on coordination of the whole team. Incredible work threading the line between an incredibly fun raid that is also accessible to everybody. I'll be doing it a lot, it's a really chill experience that still gets your adrenaline going. Bungie did an amazing work with it and I absolutely love it.

I cannot FATHOM a mindset that people have where they want people to NOT be able to experience raids. The most bizarre thing in the world to me. Raids are PEAK content in the game that devs spend a lot of time making and that is currently not being played as much as they want, which is actually a problem resource wise. Since they take so much resources to create, but aren't being used, it's a shame.

This raid was absolutely made with that in mind. They want more people to play to raids. This raid is "easy" in the sense that it is accessible. And there's nothing those assholes hate more than accessibility, I guess. God forbid people who paid for the expansion get to play the expansion. That includes the day 1 contest mode race absolutely. It's for the whole community, not for 50 people with a twitch.tv account.

Every content creator whining about this is a bitch who does not care about the health of the game or the community. They want a game made for them, and only them. They think they own it and that it's good when only 3% of the players play raids. They want every regular player to suffer and leave, to not have fun and to not experience these amazing activities.

They want the game to die.

#destiny 2 #long post #ask #day 1 raid drama #i am so sick and tired of them. all of them. #at the end of the day: I bought the game and I want to play and complete every aspect of it #destiny is not a hardcore gaming experience #literally LEAVE and go play something else #idk what to tell you #at this point i have zero tolerance for their crap #'as a casual player you have strikes! day 1 is for me!' no. every player in the world can practice and get good enough for day 1 #every single one. you guys are just not letting anyone even make an attempt #the very definition of gatekeeping

[reuna]

ive been wracking my brain over something. knowing full well Israel is responsible for genocide. knowing full well its system is an apartheid. knowing full well the reasons that have justified both the 1940s English zionist occupation, the First Intifada and so on. knowing full well if Israel were to end, its problems would stop existing.

Why do I still feel bad by accepting violent protest and defense against a physical risk of violence and of ethnic cleansing as a legitimate mean of changing things? why does part of me, alongside "polite society", still dare criticise Palestinians that chose to side with paramiritary political parties and organizations to protect themselves from harm? why do I still entertain the possibility that everything would have been "fine" had not Hamas attacked or something, as if a peace built on injustice was still a peace and not a strongly enforced status quo, where people would technically still be dying under, as Gaza was reduced to an actual concentration camp ever since?

i have made my choice by standing with Palestine against what's essentially a criminal post-colonial organization disguised as a legitimate government. but even then. how would we work after the dissolution of Israel. how would we integrate

Wow, hi. I honestly didn't remember I enabled asks at some point, this is the first one ever. Thank you. I dunno if I'm able to give a good answer tho, I'm just one person who's following this from afar, feeling powerless. I am in no way an authority on any of this, I am not Palestinian, and I strongly recommend following Palestinian users here on tumblr for an insight from people who are directly affected by this.

But I have been thinking about the thought processes you describe, and the many people who seem to really believe, that if Hamas hadn't attacked on October 7., everything would be fine. And I think a lot of it (for the non-zionists who aren't reveling in the slaughter israel is doing) has to do with just... the fear of change.

The status quo is what we know. It might be horrible and deadly, but it's familiar. There's a sense of safety in knowing how things are, and I think it's a very human impulse to just resist change. After all, for all you know the change could make everything worse. And I think the fear of change is more powerful the more privilege we have. People who aren't in the oppressed group rarely even see the oppression others are dealing with every day, and bringing it out and talking about it, feels like "rocking the boat". Everything was just okay before, wasn't it? Why make such a big deal of it? I personally don't suffer, so let it go.

On the topic of Palestine, however, I think there is also the fact that before October, people had lulled themselves into an illusion of stability. Something like "the Palestinians have accepted their fate and so, we should let it go" (and this was never the case, mind you, israel and its allies have just been very efficient in keeping things from us). This is of course exactly what israel wants: That the Palestinians just accept their fate under israeli oppression and stop resisting. And that's why the attack was such a shock for them. Realising that no, the people they had oppressed and tortured and raped and kidnapped and stolen from still didn't just submit to them. They dare resist and remind the people in the West that they still exist, they haven't been beaten into submission.

And this is, of course, what it will always be like, until the oppression stops.

I, personally, feel like the only really proper solution would be one Palestinian state, in which Palestinians and (former) Israelis would live on equal terms. I also believe this is entirely possible, based on the things I've read and heard about the time before the zionist project, and the experiences of people in, for example, South Africa, where the white people believed they would be attacked if apartheid was abolished... and they weren't. And before anyone who reads this tells me I'm talking Hamas propaganda or some shit like that: No, these thoughts come from Ilan Pappe (israeli), several Palestinians themselves, anti-zionist israelis and Jews across the world, and historical records.

I sincerely do believe liberty and equality are possible and worth fighting for. It is painful, for all parts involved, in different ways, but it's the only way to go if we want real safety. I think this is true for every society here on earth.

#palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #israel is a terrorist state #israel is committing genocide #genocide #palestinian genocide #israeli apartheid #settler colonialism #ilan pappe #ask #one-state solution #sorry for the wall of text

[universaln0b0dy]

Bully twist au v.s reader (The secret friend)

《Summary》: Your secret friend is a very intresting person, but through them you had connections and you will be forever grateful.

《Note》: Includes the first meeting, the friends participating in some of the stories, oc form.

The past:

You really didn't remember how you met her. They were probably a vigilante and their moral code was a bit through the drain, but they were a powerful ally.

Unlike you, she remembered your first meeting quite well.

You roamed around the big hall, deciding that taking a break from the currently ongoing event was a good idea. You sighed, the Vdc hadn't went well last time and because this event was similar you were scared of everything going down the drain.

"Seriously Neige, if you get yourself in trouble again!" A voice scoffed. It belonged to a tall figure with brown-red hair. They were hovering over Neige, a student from last years event and enemy to Vil, or so you heard.

"Sorry Am-chan! I can't promise anything, no matter how hard you try to threaten me!" The ravenette giggles and the figure scoffed. Upon further inspection they looked like they had jumped out of a wild western.

"Well, I'd prefer to be in the shadows for now dwarf! Wich means no unnecessary trouble!" You sighed turning away, this didn't seem like an important exchange.

-

"Ne, Koebi-chan?" Floyd calls out and you run. You were so scared, his smile still haunting you. Out of breath you decide to take a sharp turn the the left into a slightly darker hallway.

You run into another person, causing you to almost stubble. Looking up at the green greyish eyes you recognise them as the person that had talked with Neige. You hear Floyd's voice and you look at the person, realising you only had one chance.

"Please hide me! I'll even treat you a coffee just please hide me!" You cry out and the person seems conflicted, before sighing and pulling you into a room.

"Okay, you should be safe here and now tell me just what is going on?" You feel hesitant at first as you didn't know the person in front of you, but their kind eyes told you that they could be trusted.

"He is one of my bullies." Is the only thing you can say before starting to cry. The person in front of you rubs over your head in a comforting manner.

"You should consider yourself lucky, I rarely see humans outrun an eel." The person smiles.

"I am Amanda Slim and you are?" The girl reaches her hand towards you and you hesitantly shake it. The brown haired girl nods, listening to your introduction.

"Is there a reason why they bully you?" Amanda asks, before clearing her throat upon seeing your shocked face. "You don't have to tell me-" you cut her off before she can continue.

"I am magic less." You admit, expecting Amanda to laugh at you like everyone else did once they found out. You look up to that she had furrowed her brows.

"That's no reason to bully someone. I have three magicless cousins, they also don't have it easy. I guess that's the problem in a world like Twisted Wonderland." Amanda sighs before looking at you.

"If you want you can meet them! They aren't the brightest of the bunch but they are very friendly and I feel bad about leaving you here!" You nod out of suprise, taking Amanda's hand.

Little did you know this would be a start of a great friendship.

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The friends involvation with the story:

In Floyd:like a Fisherman, she is the one that got you the potion, using her connections and unique magic to make sure you and Floyd would be alone.

In Vil: I wished you were a pretty boy she helped you with getting in contact with Neige. Arranging an accidental meet.

In Carter: The best masquerade she is the one behind the exposing Carter Vidio, along with the help of her cousins.

In Idia: Watch she arranges that a hacker would watch Idia and his activities.

(Made by @danika-redgrave124 ) in leona like a hunter, she is the one helping you lure Leona to Ramshackle, she also provides the necessary potion.

In Jade+Silver+jack: to you who only watched she is the driver!

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Oc form:

Name: Amanda Slim

Age: 18

Gender: female

Twisted from: Alemeda Slim (home on ranch)

Unique magic: The special song. She can use her magic only with an instrument, as her voice alone isn't powerful enough. It is kinda similar to the rat catcher, causing the people and animals that hear her do hypnotized dances. During that phase she can give a command per song and everytime the person hears something similar to that sound they follow the command.

Looks: Long red brownish hair, skin with a red undertone, greenish grey eyes, muscular build, tall (190 meters tall, that is probable 6 feet 2????)

Personality: Secretive, loud, flashy, openminded, stubborn, manipulative, calculative, obsessive.

Backstory: She is the daughter of a sheriff, he died the same goes for his brother. Because the mother of her cousins was an alcoholic she fought for custody of them. Amanda's mother was against that, even downing Amanda during a big fight. In order to get the money she needed in court, she started doing illegal business, especially deliveries and fraud.

The mother of her cousins gave up fighting for custody after finding out her children were magic less leaving them in Amanda's care. All four of them live a good life together now.

Relationships:

Neige: She gets hired as Neiges undercover bodyguard after he was almost poisoned. Amanda is secretive and has the ability to disappear out of the sudden wich was helpful for him. Together they are gossip girls.

Reader: You both became good friends after a while. She was the connection to the outside world you needed and you occasionally gave her inside infos on the collage. (Crowley should really stop making you do so many things!)

Here is a picture:

I struggled with her cause she didn't want to look muscular, so here is she without muscles.

(Also I treated you all a lil spoiler)

If you want to know more about her or even a love intrest for a oneshot, tell me!

#twisted wonderland #oc #Bully twist au v.s reader #Readers secret friend

[stvlti]

Snippet from my untitled Blue Beetle & Teen Titans rejects fic :)

Click. Snap. Click. Snap.

They're sat inside a Big Belly Burger, waiting for their order of fries. A female singer he doesn't recognise croons Spanglish over weirdly retro beats on the speakers. Eddie is fidgeting with the catch on his now-useless slider phone, out of nerves or boredom, he doesn't know.

The first thing they did once they got into town was to buy a mobile phone. It's strange, but there aren't many payphones around, and whatever happened to them while they were in the Bleed and subsequently in their fall back to Earth must have fried their cellphones. Luckily, he found one of those rundown stores selling spare electronics for cheap that accepts cash and doesn't ask questions. At least one thing hasn't changed.

Click. Snap. Click. Snap.

The phone they bought is a palm-sized thing with a wide touch-screen, one of those smart-phone models that only came out last year, and yet the store owner seemed almost happy to part with it. "It's ancient," he'd said in a comfortingly thick accent, "I was about to chuck it out with the garbage. I'd sell it to you for free, chiquito." Things only get stranger from there. It took less than a minute for Khaji to jail break the phone and recalibrate itself to the local network. They tried his family's numbers again, even tried the Titans Tower secure line, but no dice. What Jaime found on the internet was even less reassuring.

Click. Snap. Click. Snap.

"Hey, Eddie."

The fidgeting stops.

"Could you go grab us some drinks? I need a minute alone with the scarab."

"Sure...?" Eddie throws another glance at Jaime, not quite hiding his worry as he slides out of his seat.

[ You were vexed by his opening and shutting of his phone case. ]

"I didn't realise it was state the obvious hour."

Khaji Da does not respond. Jaime rubs his temple.

"Sorry, sorry. Yes, I'm stressed. Tell me you have some good news, at least."

[ You are still alive, as is Eddie Bloomberg. You have enough money to acquire sustenance for another week, during which I can help you find a job and — ]

"Khaji. I need to get home."

[ You are technically in your hometown. ]

"But it's not the El Paso I know. Right? Tell me I'm not crazy."

[ Jaime Reyes is correct. Based on our quick search of the government domains, social network platforms and news sites, the Reyes family never lived in El Paso. There is no record of your parents or extended family in the state registry. Your name does not exist in the class registers of your high school. Your sister— ]

"Also doesn't exist! I know! I got it the first time." Jaime looks over to the self-service machine. What is taking Eddie so long? "I asked you for good news, Khaji."

[ Actually, your sister exists. Milagro Reyes, age 18, enrolled in Edge Keys High School. According to her posts on Instagram, she was last seen at the Kord Centre Mall — ]

"Did you say eighteen? And where the heck is Edge Key?"

[ I have some more good news. While there is no record of your other family members in the state of Texas, a Reyes Auto Repair Shop was recently removed from the business registry in Edge Key, Greater Palmera City. ]

"What? We have to go to Edge Key!"

"What's Edge Key?" Eddie sets a tray down, almost spilling the two extra-large cups of soda balanced precariously on it. The fries look tiny in comparison.

"That's what I'm trying to find out. Khaji, can you — hold on, I'm syncing you to the phone so Eddie can see."

The phone lights up, and Jaime expects Khaji's words to crawl across the screen like text messages the way he's done the few times Jaime tried to sync the scarab to his old phone via blue-tooth. Instead, the phone starts talking in a lady computer voice.

"Your scarab was a chick this whole time?" Eddie exclaims, the half-chewed fry in his hand forgotten.

"What? No! I didn't even know it could speak like this."

"I simply utilised this phone's built-in text-to-speech system. It is not my problem that the manufacturers could only imagine AI voices as female."

"I think it just insulted every super-computer in the cape community..."

"Anyway, the coordinates?"

[ There is one last thing you should know before you go, Jaime Reyes. The Blue Beetle was last sighted in Palmera City six hours ago. ]

The boys pause and look at each other.

"Show me, Khaji."

And on the screen of the phone appears a crisp, 4K picture of a guy in a costume that looks exactly like him, mid-flight in the streets of a city he's never been to.

#jaime reyes #eddie bloomberg #teen titans #blue beetle #kid devil #I typed 3 chapters of this au for 3 hours straight and now my hand is fucked :') #I still have shit to prep for tomorrow but I'm ok. I'M OKAY #stvlti writes