#the only difference is i think with al i wrote it like he would've said it bc he has more access to that side of himself

[skunkes]

unsure how to word this but there is something about having ocs with unsavory events happening in their past where it's like. talking about it, even when asked, seems almost gratuitous and inappropriate. and i'd much rather describe it through the oc themself and/or draw Them saying it. which is like. fitting for the subject matter? like of course its weird to talk about somebody else's business...!

and falls back into humanizing em/exploratory writing and development where u consider the impact of words said/words unsaid/HOW those words are said etc etc

#because not all real persons would give u every detail of their trauma obviously #which makes sense but im an overexplainer but also it feels inappropriate to overexplain when it comes to dis #i hope that makes sense #talkys #i once described what went down with al as just directly as possible and it still felt weird. ykwim?? idk why. #well i do know why! i dont want it to seem gratuitous or like That Cheap Writing Element. fine line #same with talon so he'll just keep implying it thru text + dialogue which is how it should be ! #the only difference is i think with al i wrote it like he would've said it bc he has more access to that side of himself #and is aware of how it affected him #whereas characterwise talon absolutely would just speak in riddles about and around it #i don't even think he's conscious about the direct effects of it #(but i wouldnt know bc he hasn't made that known to me in my brain) #people respond differently to different things and all that #also im so sorry if half the shit ive said recently is so like. Well Duh. i havent made a new oc in a decade gimme a break LOL #also i realize the. irony? of me even vaguely talking about it in the way i did but 1. i think that's also realistic when you #dont want to do a whole deep dive on someone else's business and 2. people are becoming #curious about my oc(s) and im just thinking about well; significant events and how to handle not speaking about em #FOR them. <- weirdly #idk. they're real to me. #its just so much more interesting to leave it up to them! people can lie people can downplay

[ingravinoveritas]

u know michael has spoken out against people bashing/speculating about his relationship and anna multiple times right? even blocking some “fans” for doing so

Hello, Anon. I'm guessing this is in response to this Anon, which I answered recently.

I'd first like to clarify one point, which is that I don't consider what I wrote to be "bashing" Michael's relationship. I've noticed that people seem to characterize any commentary that isn't enthusiastic, over-the-top praise as "bashing," which in turn leaves no room for nuanced conversation, which is what I was trying to do with that post, by responding to a question that I felt I could answer.

Second, there are only two instances I am aware of involving Michael speaking out about or blocking people for talking about his relationship with AL. One occurred four years ago and sounds as if he was under tremendous pressure/had no other choice. The other took place three years ago, and what I think often gets overlooked is that this was during lockdown, when Michael was already not in the best frame of mind. It was a time I seem to keep seeing folks on Twitter refer to as "feral Michael" (such as the incident where he had an interaction with a fan over the bees in his house), but that I think is more accurately described as "unhinged."

The distinction between the two is that "feral Michael" is the Michael who was on the GO press tour making cheeky comments about Aziraphale and Crowley and brazenly flirting with David and basically being the world's biggest Ineffable Husbands shipper. "Unhinged" Michael was the side of him we saw during the pandemic, and the very difficult time we were all having. He was clearly, visibly depressed and struggling (it was especially noticeable during the second season of Staged), and it was frustrating to see everyone ignore that, and seemingly still ignoring it three years later.

That being said, aside from the above mentioned incidents, I'm having a difficult time recalling Michael ever speaking about his relationship with Anna, let alone defending it. He's talked about her during paid interviews, where the interviewer prompts him to do so (such as in the PR pieces that were published in the Australian media ahead of him appearing in Amadeus a few months ago, and this interview promoting LTTC at the end of 2021), but he has not and does not bring her up unprompted. (Again, in sharp contrast to how he constantly brings up David in multiple interviews without the interviewer even saying a word.)

There were also multiple opportunities for Michael to talk about AL publicly on social media over the past few years, and yet he's seemingly chosen not to do that. He didn't promote LTTC with her (and in fact if you look at their tweets promoting the film side-by-side, there is a stark difference). He didn't mention her or their appearance together in that one episode of Sandman, and he didn't at all promote Staged 3, which was released with almost no advanced notice in November of last year and has barely been talked about since.

I have to admit something, Anon: I am disappointed. You could have come in here and said you disagreed with me, and that would've been absolutely fine. I'm always open to hearing other opinions and people who don't agree with me, and we could have had a discussion and shared opinions in a constructive way. But when you come in here without any receipts and make comments that sound a lot like barely veiled threats, I know that your aim is to intimidate and shut me down, because you want me to stop talking.

I believe that Michael is welcome to cultivate his online space, and so are we all. My intention is to keep a respectful dialogue going because I don't believe shutting people down is the answer. I'd love for you to be a part of that, Anon...but if you don't happen to like what I am writing, it costs nothing at all just to block me and move on.

#anonymous #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #the fact that i even gotta respond to this #i can't even with this nonsense #i'd rather look like a 'bad' fan and talk about the reality of the situation #than look like a 'good' fan by ignoring it #and it also blows my mind that the stans can't see the sadness in Michael's eyes #and would rather pretend that everything is fine instead #anna lundberg #discourse

[snowdrrops]

YOU'RE MY HOME

feat ! haino/cytham includes ! fluff notes ! i wrote this while i was on the verge of falling asleep 🙏 forgive me if there are any typos/misspellings

The tavern was so crowded that nobody noticed General Mahamatra in a corner, downing shots of alcohol as if he was in a drinking contest.

His jackal headgear was placed on the table beside numerous glasses of empty glasses, his face tainted a little red.

Cyno hardly ever drank. The first reason for this would be the lack of time he had for extra activities outside of his job, and the second was that he dreaded the hangover he'd have to deal with the following morning.

Hence, you may inquire about the reason he was getting drunk without a care at that very moment.

“Haitham…” Cyno muttered darkly under his breath, slamming his sixth… or maybe seventh glass on the table.

“Sorry, sir? What was that?” the bartender asked, a little intimidated by the Cyno’s aura.

“I'll have another bottle, please.”

“The sheer audacity he has- barging into my office today and claiming that he received the post of General Mahamatra first! It must've been a plot to humiliate me,” Cyno had been rambling on for an hour nonstop. A few patrons were starting to cast concerned looks at him.

“I'll get him one day, and his soul will be weighed upon the scales of-”

“General Mahamatra!” 

A voice cut him off. 

“Speak of the devil,” Cyno loudly said, facing Haitham. The latter had a smirk smugly attached to his face and his arms were folded.

“Let's go home, Cyno.”

“Leave. Me. Be.” Cyno groaned, too weak to push himself off Haitham's back. This was a blow to his pride; never in his life would he imagine being piggybacked by the Grand Scribe.

“If I left you there, you would've been kicked out,” Haitham responded, “I doubt anyone would like to see the General Mahamatra sleeping outside a tavern.”

“Where are you taking…” Cyno’s voice trailed off, too drunk and exhausted to continue his sentence. All he could do was to press his cheek against the other man's back and listen to his rhythmic breathing.

“I told you, we are going home.”

That just didn't make sense! They didn't live together. Their definitions of ’home’ would be different. Cyno wanted to voice these thoughts, but his sleepiness overtook him and his world faded to black.

The whirling of a fan shook Cyno awake. 

The room he was in was dark, although he could see some light pouring out from beneath the curtains. A sense of panic rushed through him. If there was light outside, it meant he was late for work. 

A red duvet covered all the way up till his shoulders. Wait, he didn't own a red duvet…

He shot up, which he regretted immediately as his hangover punched him in the face. Cyno seethed as a headache overtook him.

Where was he? 

Okay, he needed to retrace his steps back to the previous night. He got drunk at a tavern, then… 

The deeper he dug, the worse the headache seemed to get. Could it be that someone kidnapped him? No, the kidnapper wouldn't let him lie in bed so peacefully. 

All his questions were answered when the bedroom doorknob twisted open to reveal Haitham. 

Cyno’s eyes became daggers as he glared at the man before him. He should have known that he was involved! How could he overlook this possibility?

“Oh, you're awake. Was starting to think that maybe you'd died of alcohol poisoning,” Haitham joked, but it was not very humourous to Cyno. It was only now that Cyno noticed the other man was holding a bowl of soup in his hands. 

Haitham walked further into the room and placed the bowl onto the bedside table before rolling up the curtains slowly, to let Cyno's eyes adjust to the light.

“How did I end up here?” 

He stopped abruptly, turning to face Cyno. “You got drunk so I took you home.”

“Why is it that I have no recollection of that happening?” Cyno questioned with suspicion laced in his tone, not quite trusting Haitham's words.

Haitham scoffed. “If you don't trust me, ask Kaveh. He saw us coming in.”

An eyewitness would be useful, also considering the strained relationship between the roommates, there was a low probability that Kaveh would lie to protect Haitham.

“Hangover soup,” Haitham gestured towards the bowl on the table before settling down on the bed opposite Cyno.

With a puzzled look at Haitham, Cyno took the bowl into his hands. The aroma of the contents wafted up from the bowl and he had to restrain himself from gulping it all down. 

“Don't be shy, I made it specifically for you,” was all he needed to hear from Haitham before finishing it all, his hunger satiated.

The grey haired man placed a box of tissues in front of Cyno (in case he needed to clean up), which the latter didn't notice at all.

“Cyno?” Haitham called out.

Cyno's gaze shot up to meet him.

“I deserve some payback for what you did last night.”

Cyno's eyes widened like saucers, his mouth forming an 'o'. Endless humiliating possibilities ran through his mind at the speed of light, picking out the worst possible thing he could do in Haitham's presence.

Did he start singing out of nowhere? His singing was nowhere near tolerable. Or maybe he said something that Haitham could use as blackmail against him? 

Well, whatever the case, it was definitely not good. It was best that Cyno readied himself for the consequences of his drunken actions.

“You kissed me.”

Cyno let out a sigh of relief before-

Wait.

Oh.

Oh.

He kissed Haitham.

Cyno's face burned a bright red and upon seeing the gigantic smirk plastered on Haitham's face, he knew that this was going exactly as Haitham planned. 

“I- I must've been really wasted, huh?” 

“Yes, dear.”

Dear?! Oh no, Cyno didn't expect this. He was not experienced in the field of romance, how was he supposed to go about this? 

No, he had to calm down. There was a logical way to deal with his predicament. Haitham did mention payback, didn't he? Maybe if Cyno could meet his demands, this matter would be solved in no time. This was it!

“What would you like me to do as payback?” Cyno asked, mentally preparing himself. He knew how far Haitham could go, nothing stopped this man.

Haitham seemed to be waiting for this question, as his eyes lit up. Placing his index finger on his chin, “Hm, let me think. Oh, I know,” his smirk only grew wider as he inched closer towards Cyno.

“How about a kiss?“

“...”

Cyno was beyond stunned. He could not– did not want to believe his own ears. Haitham, Grand Scribe of the Akademiya, was asking him for a kiss.

If you told Cyno that Sumpter beasts could fly, he might've believed you.

Unlike Cyno, Haitham was calmly and patiently awaiting an answer.

Get yourself together!

It was just one kiss. It would not hurt him. Cyno would go on living as per usual after this. He would forget the events that transpired on this day and never look back.

Why did he have to be the one to take me home, dammit! 

“Sure.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Get it over with quickly.”

An undetectable emotion flashed across Haitham's eyes but it was gone before Cyno could pin it down. 

Inching closer to Haitham, Cyno's fists clenched around the duvet and a surprised gasp left him when Haitham took his hands in his.

If it's just a kiss, why is my heart racing?

Just as their lips met, the memory from last night came back to him.

Haitham had plopped Cyno onto the bed, shifting him into a comfortable position and raising the duvet to his shoulders. 

Just as Haitham was about to leave, Cyno grabbed onto his arm and with the last of his strength, he pulled the other man into a kiss.

“You took me home."

links: directory

#haino #cytham #genshin impact #cyno #al haitham #sumeru #fluff #oneshot

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

Lavender-haze - Part 1.

AN: Just got around watching it again, and i realized it has been a hot minute since i wrote to our dearest Buck. So i guess here it is.

Masterlist

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

-One day, you're gonna have to open up, and understand that some people really do want to help you and that they can be trusted.

-I trust people. - he said somewhat annoyed.

-Then give me your phone. - which he does after a moment.

-You don't have ten phone numbers on this thing. - she grimaces -oh and you've been ignoring the texts from Sam. Look.. you've gotta nurture friendships. I am the only person you've called all week.. That is so sad. - she says as she closes the old flip phone and tosses is back at him. - You're alone. You're a hundred years old. You have no history, no family...

-Are you lashing out at me, Doc? Because that's really unprofessional, you know? I mean when did that start? Yelling at your clients? .... Oh the notebook. That's great.. - he sighs. - All right, give me a break, i'm trying, okay? This isn't.. This is new for me. I didn't have a moment to deal with anything, you know? I had a little calm in Wakanda. And other than that, i just went from one fight to another for 90 years.

-So, now that you've stopped fighting, what do you want?

He took a moment to think it through. To really think it through.

-Peace.

-That is utter bullshit. - said the psychologist.

-You're a terrible shrink.

-I was an excellent soldier, so i saw a lot of dead bodies, and i know how that can shut you down. And if you were alone, that is the quietest, most personal hell. And James it is very hard to escape... Look i know you have been through a lot, but you've got your mind back, you are being pardoned. I mean, these are good things.- she smiled at him for a moment - you're free.

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You have known Sarah since highschool, and you were friends ever since. Of course you met Sam a few times too, but you never really talked or interacted. To him you were just some girl with rich parents living in an estate on the rich side of town and nothing more. If it weren't for the long years you were friends with his sister through thick and thin he would've kept his opinion about you thinking they are some charity case you needed to keep up the good looks. But you were there, always. Your parents were shallow like that, but you never were. After they died, you donated all your inheritance to the poor, left your father's company in capable hands and built your own business of graphic design up from the ground, from nothing. You have proved everyone that you did not need your family name to make your own in a completely different field. Also you had your own, succesful food blog, which was followed by thousands of people. It was more of a hobby to you, you were a big foodie since you were al ittle girl, so it seemed fitting. So when he got home into Sarah's apartment, you were there sipping on your wine, while you helped the boys with their homework as Sarah cooked dinner. Sam took a moment to see this picture. You fit in their family well, and you did earn that place. He smiled, then the kids saw him and ran up to him.

-Uncle Saaaam. - as they started their handshakes and fistbumps with him, making you and Sarah smile.

-Well i think that is my cue to leave. - you said as you stood up.

-No (Y/N), please.. stay. - he said smiling. - perhaps you could help me convince her of not selling our parents boat..

-Well that sounds like a very family problem to me. - you said as you gulped down the last bits of your wine and put the glass in the washer, and kissed Sarah's face goodbye.

-You're family enough to help me convince my stubborn brother that we're gonna sink if we keep it, just like the ship will any minute now. - said Sarah smirking as she tossed the salad.

-I would be glad to settle this matter between you two, but i am afraid since you would let me help fix it up, and he probably would i would just get in the middle of your quarrels and i did not drink enough for that.

-Drink more then. - urged Sam grinning as Sarah filled another glass for you.

-Bloody Wilsons. - you said smirking into the new glass of wine.

After dinner, Sarah went to get the kids to bed, while you and Sam went out to smoke.

-How you've been? - he asked looking over the horizon.

-Good, busy.. There is always some new technology or style to get into a little more.. What about you? Saving the world, dating all the ladies.. Oh and i saw your speach at the Smithsonian, I didn't know the man but felt the ... weight of it all.

-Oh come on now, you as well? Take a number lady. - he joked.

-Oh dear lord no. I mean.. um.. you're like my brother. - you said with an awkward laugh as he made faces, and played hurt - not as i'd have time for that anyways. Forever single. - you raised your glass.

-Oh a pretty lady like you will never be forever single. Sooner or later you'll find some... - he stopped looking you up and down with his toothy grin - suit wearing busy guy, who'll fit right into that succesful life of yours.

-Geez man.. that sounds boring. - you laughed at him taking a moment of silence. - I do want to help you two with the ship though. Forget about the stupid banks. I mean it. Call me.

-We cannot possibly.. - he said

-No i mean if that helps it can be a christmas gift.. - you smiled at how stupid that sounded. - or just pay me back whenever.. you know i don't care about that. I care for yall..

-Well.. are you good with screwdrivers too? - he asked more like a joke.

-Oh i am, you would not believe. - you teased him.

-Great then help that way, and im sure Sarah will lighten up about it. We could all use your cheery personality these days. Not to mention the fooood.. oh god i missed your cooking as well..

Then it was set. In your free time you'll be helping around the dock, also spending more time with the only thing close to family you had left.

It was going well, you missed spending time with them. Sarah did lighten up about it and in the end they took your help with the condition of you cooking for them too. You rolled your eyes, but in the end you also turned it into a seafood month that concentrated on the not fancy but the heartwarming dishes. So of course you took the time to plate them nicely, take photos of it in various settings for your blog.

Sarah was running errands when you noticed Sam smiling at his phone.

-Date? - you walked up to him smiling handing him a beer.

-You would like that wouldn't you?

-It could be fun, yes. - you said laughing.

-No, it is an old.. um.. coworker i guess. He's been ignoring me for some time now, and i guess the doc came through.

-You seem to like him.. Tell me more about him. - you asked him sitting beside him.

-Well.. i mean.. i think you heard of him. Everybody did. The name is James Barnes. - he stopped with a chuckle as he sratched the back of his head. - But i assure you he is not like what the news made him out to be.

-Sam, - you gave him a look - you're really telling me that? I don't know which of us thought i thought of oyu as a charity case at first..

-Ouch, fair point. - he said nudging you with his shoulder. - So he's being pardoned with the condition of going to the psychologist in case.. you know he fell back. Which he won't, Shuri did a good job. And the doc's been trying to get him to open up, make friends and he's just.. he closed himself off. After the blip.. and losing Steve and all that..

-He needs friends, that he doesn't know or admit he needs. I get it. - you said.

-Or a girlfirend. - he said wriggling his eyebrows.

-Jesus Sam, sure, push your only friend in the arms of the workaholic sure it would help.. - you laughed shaking your head - but he might be a good addition to this little disfunctional family we have going on here.. Perhaps he would be a bigger help around the ship than me.. - you said honestly.

-And give up on your cooking?

-I would still come help you moron, im just saying it might benefit everyone if you invite him to stay.. at least for a few days or weeks. C'mon you know it.. I can see you miss him.

-Okay, okay i will, but you cannot make a move on him! - he pointed a finger at you.

-Cant promise that. - you joked as you both laughed.

You got closer with him too over the past week. The Wilsons were the support system you wished everyone would have in their life. You were sure, even without knowing him that it would do Bucky great too.

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Read Part 2 here.

#bucky barnes x yn #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader fluff #bucky fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #tfatws

[homunculusalphonse]

"But today I can finally close my eyes to the living nightmare, and lay down knowing that I won't wake again..."

// TRIGGER WARNINGS - discussions of racism and genocide, death and suicidal ideation.

I am in a complete FMA 03 mood these days, so here's another analysis because I'm very much emo over this anime. Goddammit.

Anyway, I really, really love the parallels between Scar and Alphonse in this adaptation. Two little brothers who lost everything - their older brothers specifically - because of alchemy. Al himself said he would most likely end up like Scar if anything happened to Ed, which is pretty much what happens in the end: Al is overcome with grief and sacrifices his own life for his brother.

But one thing I find very interesting is that Al's sin in this series is Wrath: "uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage and hatred". Over the course of the series, Al becomes visibily angrier, to the point of almost ripping the limbs off a child, and constantly fighting with Ed. Meanwhile, Scar is a character defined by his anger and grief, and also resentment towards his older brother.

Their anger, however, is directed at different things. Scar's anger is at the alchemists, the military, for using this power to kill and oppress innocent people (of color, may I emphasize). Al's anger is against himself, for not being able to feel or remember things, for letting himself be naive and ultimately leading his loved ones and friends to die /because/ of him. Though I suppose Scar might also loathe himself, given that he's rejected by his own people and claims he has betrayed God.

Despite all the differences, Scar and Alphonse are very... lonely characters. Only they know what they've gone through. Scar is berated for killing soldiers and state alchemists. He's constantly judged for his actions - "those who inflict pain cannot rest". And no one knows how Al feels either, and those who might (Barry the Chopper) manipulate him. Al has a severe existential crisis to the point of asking Scar, the man who would've killed his brother, if he's human at all. To make it worse, countless people die in front of Al - Scar, Martel, Sloth, Ed -, and he's unable to do anything.

Finally, Scar and Al end their own lives. In a way, I think they both wished to end their suffering. The title of this post was quoted from Scar's last moments (ep. 42). It differs a little from the subbed version, but to me, it's reasonable to associate the quote with Al's sacrifice as well. Al ended up in such a self-loathing state that he died not only to save Ed, but to die and never come back ("There are so many moments where I should've died. Time, after time, after time. I survived, and for what? Why do I deserve to live when so many others have died?").

The soundtrack that plays in both moments is epic, heroic. They're such misunderstood characters whose paths cross multiple times. They find allies in one another. They die for the greater good, and for their own peace, too.*

*this is not to romanticize suicide/self-sacrifice by the way, I wrote this based on what was shown to the audience. Fullmetal Alchemist (2003) is essentially a tragedy and does not romanticize any of its aspects. Scar's and Al's deaths were painful; but it's what they chose.

#captain's log #fullmetal alchemist #fma 03 #fma 03 spoilers #fma scar #alphonse elric #death tw #suicide mention tw #racism tw #genocide tw #meta #fma meta #long post

[darkscaleswriter]

HI omg may i just say;; i love ur pride cometh fic so much??? Your pacing is just incredible, i love the premise in general- and the characterisation is spot-on!! Do you have any floating ideas of expanding that universe? Would love to hear ur thoughts on what happens when Maes reveals himself to Roy, the Elrics, etc. (especially since he is *technically* the elrics' cousin like the rest of the homonculi)! -Comet Anon

ahhhhh thank you so much, im really glad you liked it!! tbh don't have anything concrete for that 'verse beyond "its a fix-it so nobody I care about dies, including nina" lmao, but im happy to toss out ideas!

I feel like maes reveals himself to roy and riza very casually haha. immediately post-story there's a scramble to get his family to safety and stuff, but after that he gets to sit down with his friends and let them freak out over him nearly dying. maes then gets the joy of informing them that actually he did kind of die (armstrong can attest!) but its ok since he got better :)

roy: you WHAT

riza: ...what do you mean you got better

maes: :3c i said what i said

at that point he gets serious and actually explains everything, including father's plans bc might as well at this point. gracia probably helps--she definitely knows about the homunculus thing at the very least, though I don't think maes would've told her all the details about father's plans since he didn't want her to worry about him any more than she already did.

its probably a rough few days at least while roy and riza digest this info and come to terms with the fact that maes has been lying to them about a pretty important aspect of his life. not entirely sure how this would resolve honestly. a lot of desperate conversations with gracia probably happen since she's the only other person they know who's had to deal with this revelation, but it helps that maes doesn't act any different than before. his personality and behavior stayed the same, its just that sometimes he uses shadow tendrils to grab pens out of reach and literally melts out of the void sometimes. you get used to it :)

(fun fact: the original ending had roy and riza coming to save maes instead of armstrong, which was a whole bundle of fun. but right after I wrote it I checked the timeline and realized that roy and riza were on the wrong side of the country to be the knights in shining armor, hence the reason armstrong shows up instead.)

I think it would also be immensely entertaining if the reveal to the elrics went more smoothly than the reveal to roy and riza. there's a bunch of shouting and stuff at first, naturally, but ed takes one look at how maes interacts with gracia and elicia (nothing less than utter adoration, as usual) and goes "well he's still the same hughes and at this point my life is already weird enough" and just. rolls with it. if maes also manages to let them know that nina's alive (bc in this 'verse he managed to smuggle nina out to greed's crew, who stabilized her bc they're all chimeras too), that definitely helps smooth things over too.

al probably adapts to it pretty quick as well. he'd be wary a little at first, but like ed, he realizes soon enough that maes is still the same guy, just with a little extra now. besides, al gets what it's like to feel like something other than human, even if their situations are pretty different. they can bond over having a weird relationship with normal human limits (like decapitation being fatal lmao).

anyway thanks for bearing with my rambling!! pride!hughes was really fun to write, and im really glad you liked the story ^.^

#darkscales answers stuff #darkscales attempts writing #pride hughes au #fullmetal alchemist #fma #comet anon

[spadotto-ottodespade]

Borghi's social network's case.

I'm gonna start saying that NOBODY in this world is perfect and we should follow our minds, we can divide the person from the actor and we do this.

We love his acting, we share different visions on topics.

Now, we did follow him on IG and Twitter, we still do this by our fanpage for his work. Some things he shares are just not on our way of thinking and who we are.

We're two women and some posts make us say "mmh, this isn't right." you can think what you want, we just want to make sure you know about it.

This isn't the first time I share some happenings, Ale and Giacomo are friends with some problematic italian rappers - being a white rapper doesn't mean you can say such things, right? They use racism, mysoginy and homopobia in their lyrics and the 'right' to say that Ghali, an Italian rapper, wears feminine purses so isn't credible as such, to be a rapper you should wear masculine clothes? (from Gue Pequeno - someone who went live masturbating on IG)

Emis Killa (a friend of G.) who wrote a song with all the topics above + transphobia with Jack La Furia.

We know that show business, record labels and management are a huge problem...this doesn't mean they should be able to share these products.

Below you can find some of his likes:

"2020 represents the major progressive year of the #feminism: they (women) admit that a movie directed by a woman it's bad, it seems nothing but it's a half miracle for crazy supporters of the ideology, they're healing, I'm so happy for them."

"Never go against directionerz. Never, not even for a mistake."

The joke they made from the radio: "Guys, don't worry HS is cured from homosexuality"

The joke from this morning about HS wanted to be a real satir to the close minded - medieval and dangerous thoughts that refer homosexuality to as an illness. I'm apologizing to the ones, we don't know each other, they have completely misundertood the sense of our words #treatpeoplewithkindess

(of course we did, and Borghi is a Gucci testimonial also. Shouldn't satirical words, again, help people through them not to laugh on bad and mean jokes?)

I just read a dude who wrote - scientific context - researchers [ricercator* (the author surely has mistaken to show inclusivity to show an agender word to include everyone) - ricercatori (male plural) ricercatrici (plural female)], new front of orthographic pornography. Being the plural female 'ricercatrici' it assumes unprecedented connotations, however always ridiculous.

(the original post is by a man, shared by Irene - Ale's current girlfriend and liked by him)

F - females B- basic I - italian I- internazional (basic international italian females)

Rightly most people, regarding the seduction, are determinated on mocking the M- males B- base E-etero B- bianchi (basic white het males) but totally forgetting the beauty of the FBII.

his gf shared story:

We spend too much time mocking males when they seduct bc they unfortunately are the only ones who statistically gift us emotions, being also the only ones who flirt with them (females). And we forget in fact of how much it's already a paradox the own existence of the females in this sadness theather of seduction in which they are part of. It becomes most likable a male who flirt by chat in the worst way possible, to the eternal female immobilism that teaches to a world in which never wants to be the main character.

I've read twenty indignates for the sign 《(menstrual pads) they can't be sold on saturday and sunday》 that a supermarket has exsposed on the shelves. Now, okay that you're brain at 20 it's Mantellini's brain and you can't read the drecrees.

Okay that, instead of thinking 《1 supermarket who doesn't understand the decrees at all that should apply (+a mocking)》, you run to a social network to write that you're 《dumbfounded by a right.》

Okay that languages that you don't get are infinite to not to talk about your missed biology hours, so you put in your bio that your pronouns are she/they (if you're 'they' you have to explain to me why you're bleeding every month: aren't you, my god what a patriarchy, mammal?)

(Ale openly said once that he would like to play a queer or trans character)

"It's all right, but I'm going to say it, silicon valley: these dudes in 20 years are going to realize you let them be ridiculous in public and they do a class action to leave you in underwear. I would've if someone would've if they let my 20tude be public."

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#asks #italian problems