#warm colors family supremacy
Julieta: How's having your own actual kids?
Félix: Horrible. I never knew something could cry so much. It never stops.
Julieta: Oh, well, the kid will grow out of it eventually, right?
Félix: Oh no, the kid's great. She hardly ever cries.
Julieta: But I thought-
Pepa, sobbing while holding Dolores: FÉLIX, I LOVE HER SO MUCH.
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caramella116 · a month ago
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No sleep just them. I can't... they are so cute
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brownskinblair · 10 months ago
Southern Belle
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All things from sweet tea, pearls, and hospitality, the southern belle is the ultimate signal of how I desire to live my life.
I grew up in South Alabama in the United States. Southern culture is different depending on where you are from. But the southern basics are the same across the board. We love Jesus first and foremost. We don’t play about our family. You better have some respect towards your elders and everyone. Manners above all. Serve others and show gratitude. Always look primed and polished. (I said southern belle not country or hood🥴). Y’all know I always point out the history of the different things I write about so...the history of the term Southern Belle hasn’t necessarily been something very appealing to most people. Southern Belle and Antebellum South stems from slavery, white supremacy, and is the main cause for today’s colorism. As you will be able to tell throughout this blog post, the point isn’t about race at all. But since being in the South, racism is deeply rooted here. I played violin at an old plantation and saw the names and prices of their old slaves. I’m not kidding. So I know the ugly roots down here. But just how I know the ugly, I can acknowledge the beauty that I wish would be acknowledged more. People aren’t kind, elegant, hospitable, or Christian for real anymore. So that’s another reason why I’m making this post. Okay now we got that out of the way let’s get to the table of contents 🥰
Table of Contents
Christian Values (this sets the stage for everything else)
Manners & Etiquette
Stereotypes that I like 😂
Examples in Media & other misc. info
Christian Values
Our Christian values come first and foremost and sets the stage for everything else. It sets the reasoning for why we do what we do, good or bad (sadly how people try to justify their homophobia or racism with our faith which is far from God 🥴).
“Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching.”Proverbs‬ ‭1:8‬ ‭NIV‬‬
“She gets up while it is still night; she provides food for her family and portions for her female servants.” Proverbs‬ ‭31:15‬ ‭NIV‬‬
“She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.” Proverbs‬ ‭31:27‬ ‭NIV‬‬
“Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.” Proverbs‬ ‭31:30‬ ‭NIV‬‬
“She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy.” Proverbs‬ ‭31:20‬ ‭NIV‬‬
“Anyone who does not provide for their relatives, and especially for their own household, has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever.” 1 Timothy‬ ‭5:8‬ ‭NIV‬‬
“Do not rebuke an older man harshly, but exhort him as if he were your father. Treat younger men as brothers, older women as mothers, and younger women as sisters, with absolute purity.” 1 Timothy‬ ‭5:1-2‬ ‭NIV‬‬
This is just a few of the whole Bible we take so seriously to shape how we choose to live our lives.
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Manners & Etiquette
I couldn’t think of a more important topic than manners in regards to southern living. I would say it stems from slavery again but I know this is a across the color line. We all have to respect our elders, never talk back, say ma’am and sir plus Mr. & Mrs. [last name], and for the high achievers we have to put some respect on the Dr. they worked so hard for.
Etiquette is so extensive and it’s different for southern belles, daughters of the South.
Southern guys have certain things as well but this isnt about them. (Just a few things for guys: always take your hat off during prayer, always walk on the street side of your child or woman in your life, always stand when a lady walks into a room and offer her your seat, always open the door for a lady, offer to carry her bags or anything she may need to be in assistance)
All Southern ladies know the following from a very young age:
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Some basic things we know is how to sit:
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We sit like this because it’s the most ladylike way to sit. If you have ever noticed that when you sit any other way, a lot of your thigh or other areas can be seen or breeze can be felt😂. I was in a counseling session and I was just sitting unladylike and she told me. I was so grateful that she told me because men wouldn’t tell you that they can see up your skirt...
Show Gratitude
It’s proper southern etiquette to send thank you notes to people after they have hosted you. You also try to send RSVP notes as soon as you can. When you are invited to an event you always bring a gift or homemade dish of some kind. This is especially important for when there are funerals, memorial services as well as weddings and the like. This leads to our next topic of hospitality especially hosting.
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Southern Hospitality, what we are best known for. Being hospitable is all in being a welcoming, charming, warm, loving spirit to everyone around you especially those who are in need. We, southern belles love hosting events but also being philanthropic. We love hosting philanthropy balls or brunches even auctions(I think y’all can hear that southern auction voice now if you know, you know) Being an amazing hostess involves so much. I’m pretty sure there are books on this alone. But what I can say is southern belles love being hostess. It’s the act of serving others that brings joy to our hearts. For most women, this just brings our feminine traits of being nurturing and caring out. Being a hostess is like being a feminine leader. This also is cultivated in our motherhood and how we choose to be housewives typically, historically. So just recap that hospitality is all about serving others especially the needy and also caring for everyone around us. We love to serve others especially the less fortunate because what if it was us? And God instructs us to be this way. If you know the faith, you know a lot of these traits align with how God wants us Christians to be. In regards to being modest, elegant, classy, refined, set apart, not looking like the world, caring for others, and serving others. Moreover, speaking of elegance let’s get into our next topic.
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Elegance is a way of life and state of mind. I wrote an article about cultivating an elegant mind but it all deleted. I never got back around to do that post but I want to. Anywho, elegance in this context is your charm as well as how you carry yourself. A key point here especially for us outspoken whiskey in a tea cup southern gals, we have to practice decorum. We have to know the importance of decorum. (All the extreme feminist who say this is outdated or whatever, this isn’t the post for you, keep scrolling because elegance and all these things will never go out of style, it’ll always make you stand out) So with that being said, a short little example of how I have practiced decorum was when I was kindly suggesting for some other people to shut up basically. But I asked them why were they being so rambunctious and disrespectful when they aren’t like that with the men authorities. When they first saw me step up to them they were saying I looked so classy and my makeup looked so beautiful. But once I said something they got defensive and even started mocking my calm and collected voice. They started threatening to fight me or whatever. But this young man, was defending me and commending me for being able to carry myself with such class and lead by example. It’s one thing to tell someone what to do when you aren’t doing it. But it’s another to just question someone on why they do what they do and also your daily actions show that you are an all around classy young lady. Elegance is a form of respect that you show towards others and yourself. See having decorum isn’t just for your own benefit but it’s also to once again serve and care for that other person. You are treating others how you will like to be treated. And like I said before elegance is a state of mind so I really need to write that blog post. However, the state of mind in this sense is that any room I walk into, I bring in a sense of peace and serenity. If that isn’t working then you address that issue in a way that is still calm and shows that you have great poise. This is so important for my girls who love to just snap off on people, fight and be not very pleasant thinking that gets their point across. It doesn’t. So do some self reflecting on what areas in your life can you grow in, in regards to how you communicate with others. How can you be more graceful, elegant and gracious to others in your tone of voice but also your word choice. See the down side to some southern belles is that we are still whiskey in a tea cup. We can and will burn you with just one little sip. Southern darlings don’t have to cuss to tear someone all the way down. We can just not invite them to a party we’re hosting or make a bad pie (the help 😂). But in correlation to communication, we can cut people with our words because we are blunt. We will tell you how it is. We will tell you to your face as well as gossip. That’s another thing gossip is such a small town thing to do but it isn’t very elegant nor classy. But regardless point is that the darlings are elegant. They know how to carry themselves with class and know how to put someone in their place if need be, with elegance, class even a charming smile. Don’t let out southern twang in our sweet voices fool you. Some southern women can be the meanest people you’ll ever met. I don’t think anyone should be mean but just get the point that people can look so precious. But actually when they are calling you precious they are talking down to you. Y’all may not know this southern stuff. But it’s crazy how we can say aww sweetheart and be the most shady. Anywho next topic goes along with what I was just saying...the stereotypes I like 😂
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thatravenpuffwitch · 5 months ago
UPDATED HPHL Character Profile — Adelia Selwyn
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This incredible portrait was drawn by the very talented @cursebreakerfarrier (tysm I wanna frame it)
Name: Adelia Liliane Selwyn
Nicknames: Addy, Lia, Delia (by Teddy)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birthday: November 14, 18xx
Blood status: Pureblood
Nationality: British-American
Languages: English, French, Latin
Place of birth: New York City, USA
Residence: London, England
MBTI Type: INTJ — The Architect
Alignment: Lawful Good
Strengths: Determined, intelligent, logical, creative, feisty, caring, resilient, confident
Weaknesses: Prideful, vain
Stressed: During end of year exams, when her father rants about Pureblood supremacy
Calm/Comforted: When hanging out with her friends by the black lake (human or mermaid)
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Face claim: Kid — Young Adult: Dakota Fanning / Older Adult: Naomi Watts
Height: 5ft 2in
Build: Petite, on the thinner side
Skin tone: Fair, clear complexion
Hair: Sandy blonde, usually styled up in a bun
Eyes: Sky blue
In their bag (what do they carry on them?): Her wand, pocket watch from Jackson, money and money pouch, lipstick, hair pins, ticket stub from the last play she saw
Wand: Walnut wood with a dragon heartstring core, 10 1/2” and slightly springy flexibility
Highly intelligent witches and wizards ought to be offered a walnut wand for trial first, because in nine cases out of ten, the two will find in each other their ideal mate. Walnut wands are often found in the hands of magical innovators and inventors; this is a handsome wood possessed of unusual versatility and adaptability. A note of caution, however: while some woods are difficult to dominate, and may resist the performance of spells that are foreign to their natures, the walnut wand will, once subjugated, perform any task its owner desires, provided that the user is of sufficient brilliance. This makes for a truly lethal weapon in the hands of a witch or wizard of no conscience, for the wand and the wizard may feed from each other in a particularly unhealthy manner.
Patronus form: Octopus
Animagus: Snow owl
Form: Herself holding a baby, they’re both covered in blood, bruises and inky black seaweed
Riddikulus: She has trouble getting rid of her boggart, but it would be her older brother Jasper wearing a gaudy, bright pink dress
What they smell like to others: Parchment, sea spray, warm apple cider, lilacs
What they smell: Leather, spent matches, honeysuckle, gingerbread
What they see in the Mirror of Erised:
As a child: Herself as Head Girl, accepting an award for achievements in Alchemy as her parents watch proudly
As an adult: Herself, surrounded by her siblings and closest friends, she’s happy and living her life to the fullest
Special abilities:
Elemental control over water
Abilty to communicate with Merpeople in their native tongue
Specialized/Favorite spells: Aguamenti, Episkey, Protego, Scorgify
Hogwarts house: Slytherin
Career: Alchemist, Potioneer, Professor
Age 11 — 18: Student
Age 18 — 23: Alchemist Apprentice to Nicolas Flamel
Age 23 — 35: Potioneer at St. Mungo’s Hospital — Research and Innovations Division
Age 35 — 50: Head Potioneer at St. Mungo’s Hospital
Age 50 — Retirement: Potions Master at Hogwarts
Classes (OWL/NEWT score):
Astronomy: E
Charms: O
Flying: P
Herbology: E
History of Magic: O
Potions: O
Transfiguration: O
Alchemy: O
Ancient Runes: E
Arithmancy: O
Clubs: Alchemy Club, Frog Choir
Quidditch: N/A
Prefect or Head Boy/Girl: Prefect and Head Girl
Favorite classes: Potions, Alchemy
Least favorite classes: Flying, DADA
Favorite professor: Aurora Sinclaire @slytherindisaster
Father: Reginald Selwyn
Mother: Clara Selwyn (née Bellerose)
Older Brother: Jasper Selwyn
Younger Sister: Cecily Selwyn
Pets: Belle (an amber colored female barn owl)
Love interest / Husband: Arthur ‘Teddy’ Ellison @cursebreakerfarrier
Lawrence Albert “Bertie” Selwyn-Ellison
Violet Mabel Selwyn-Ellison
Holly Sylvestra Selwyn-Ellison
Adelia is always open for new friends/interactions!
Gwen Archeron, Estrid Soelberg ; Jackson Knightly, Bat Varney @carewyncromwell ; Danny Gibson @catohphm ; Teddy Ellison, Montelimar Bloom, Galen Stagg, Benji Gerhardt @cursebreakerfarrier ; Tadhg Lynch, Niamah Kelly, Grant Kennedy @unfortunate-arrow ; Theo Abbott @smarti-at-smogwarts ; Lu Morrison @raes-place ; Siobhan Llewelyn, Bradford Pendleton, Oliver Gerard @kc-and-oc ; Gabriel Saphiea @slytherindisaster ; Roxie Haley, Charlotte Grant, Maura Devitt @weasleysandwheezes ; Roel Leeuwenhoek, Sid Honeycutt @fairywrenn ; Orla Atkinson, Victoria Montgomery @nightmaresart ; Carolyn Nyberg @lifeofkaze ; Ophelia Burke, Héloïse Perrault @the-al-chemist ; Cledwyn Ironwood, Marigold Sterling @that-scouse-wizard ; Leila Hellebore @whatwouldvalerydo ; Rionnach Dagworth @ellie-e-marcovitz
Rival: Cillian Lynch @unfortunate-arrow, Ophelia Burke (a frenemy)
Dormmates: Carolyn Nyberg, Marigold Sterling, Ophelia Burke, Maura Devitt, Leila Hellebore
Color: Maroon, emerald green, silver
Food: Cheese and wine
Flower: Lily
Drink: Coffee with 1 cube of sugar and a splash of milk, red wine
Season: Winter
Hobbies: Reading, singing, ice skating, fashion
The Blood Curse
The Selwyn Family
The Selwyn-Ellison Siblings
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pillow-anime-talk · a year ago
synopsis: Doppo can finally rest. Why? Ohh, of course thanks to you.
# tags: scenario; company!au; strangers/?; crush culture; love at first sight; adult!y/n; lil bit drama and angst; fluff; plot twist; we believe in female reader supremacy; sfw
includes: female reader ft. doppo kannonzaka {hypmic}
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It was nearly 9 p.m. and Doppo should have been home for three hours, but more and more papers appeared on his dark-wooden desk. The young man wanted to cry so badly, but he also knew that he couldn’t do it because he was very afraid of losing this silly job. So he nodded to another person who gave him their share of the documents, and then proceeded to further sort and fill them out.
He didn’t even notice the smooth hand that took one piece of paper from the top and picked it up so that making it easier to read the signs and tables written on it.
“Mhm... Mr. Aizawa? I think this section of the documents is your part of duties.”
The brown-haired man jumped up on his chair and only when he raised his head he notice a woman leaning against his desk; perhaps a few years younger than him, perhaps his age. The fact was, however, that she was slightly shorter than him, and at the same time really cute. Although the suit she was wearing in seemed to add sex appeal and domination rather than sweetness and color.
“Huh? Sorry, but who are you to remind me of what I should be doing?” The dark-haired, middle-aged man who had placed a pile of black and white papers on Doppo’s desk a second ago laughed under his breath as he put his hand on his hip. “I’m in a hurry to go home, and Mr. Kannonzaka will surely be happy to do everything on my behalf, right?”
“W-Well... I...” He started softly, but you waved your hand at him and he immediately stopped talking.
“Everyone in this company would love to come home to rest, eat something warm, to meet family or friends. You are no exception, Mr. Aizawa. I would also like to go out for a drink or watch my favorite series. But life isn’t fair and everyone must complete their duties to the end in order to be able to enjoy rest and time with loved ones. Of course, for all this to make sense, a person must do everything on their own, and not count on the help of others around. I think you are old enough to understand my words.” You smiled at him as you put the paper down, then folded your arms over your chest. “Please take these folders back to your desk and fill them up without the help of Mr. Kannonzaka, who should have finished his work a long time ago, but for some reason he still hasn’t done so... I wonder why?”
“Listen, you little la...”
“Better think about what you want to say, because you could lose your job faster than you think.” You started in a calm tone, at which the man laughed even louder than a few moments ago.
He walked three steps forward, coming face to face with you, then snorted straight at your forehead, making you close your eyes for a moment, breathing steadily and slowly.
“You think I’m afraid of the words of an ordinary worker like you? Who are you to speak to me in this tone, Missy?”
Your body moved forward and your finger landed on the chest of a much older man. You looked him in the eye for a moment, then you tilted your head. Doppo was watching your actions all the time, fearing for your person.
After all... The employees in this company weren’t the nicest. The boss too. But you...? You completely felt no fear, your face was devoid of all emotions except self-confidence. Your breathing was calm, and in addition, after a short while, your lips curved into a faint smile. It was interesting. 
As interesting as your next words.
“... I’m your new boss, Mr. Aizawa. From now on, this building and all yours jobs belong to me, and you can forget about a promotion and further work in the office. You are relegated to the position of a cleaner.” A strong smile was still on your pretty face, and everyone on the second floor choked on the air. Even Doppo felt a strange feeling in his heart that at first he couldn’t explain. “But please, finish filling the paperwork you left on Mr. Kannonzaka’s desk. And if I see again that someone isn’t doing their duties and outsourcing them to someone else, then you too can say goodbye to good references, raises and positions in this company. I can assure you that insubordination may end up with no further work for me or other companies. So back to job, everyone and have a great night.” You added by stepping away from the older guy and back to the Doppo’s desk, who was looking at you like at the eighth wonder of the world.
You smiled at the sight of it, winking at him, then rested your hip against his desk again, staring at his tired, but also incredibly handsome face.
“It took a long time, huh?” You asked softly, and he nodded uncertainly. He was about to say something and thank you for everything, but you continued. “I give you a paid vacation of two weeks. If you need anything, I’m always on the phone. Here.” You quickly handed him your white business card, and then corrected the jacket that would perfectly fit your body. “Go to home. Have a nice evening and see you in two weeks.”
As you walked towards your private office, Doppo slowly rubbed his both eyes, thinking that what had just happened was one, big but also beautiful imagination. However, when he was still able to see you walking, he immediately felt his cheeks turn the color of ripe tomatoes and his heart begins to beat again strangely, even dangerously fast.
Brunet might have been a workaholic and he might have had zero social life since childhood, but he was well aware that the positive feelings in his body weren’t just caused by vacation and an early (for him) return home, but by something much more serious.
And he couldn’t wait to go back to the company to see your slight smile again and a proud look that was accentuated with black eyeliner and long mascara.
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wolf-zer0 · a year ago
Ya want some WORLD-BUILDING????
Have some world-building!
*REMINDER* This is based on characters, not real people.  I’m not going to be writing any shipping/smut content, especially involving minors.  Please be respectful of content creators’ boundaries!
The Crystallos Empire (AKA the Antarctic Empire)
Largest the countries (takes up most of the southern half of the map) but agreed to stop expansion after a bloody battle with Valeriana 
Centered on a large snowy mountain in the middle of the tundra 
Mostly stays out of other countries’ business, but will step in as a last resort 
Has some of the most well-known citizens in the world because… they’re pure chaos 
Attack at your own peril 
Has vast deposits of ores and gemstones, and the metalwork from Crystallos (mainly weaponry, armor, and jewelry) is highly sought after 
The only known food export is potatoes.  Wonder why… 
Associated Colors: Royal blue, light blue, crimson, gold 
Aesthetic/Vibes: gothic vibes, white stone and large stain glass windows, not particularly opulent or extravagant but still impressively royal looking, think catholic cathedral but brighter and with less Jesus (can you tell I’m a recovering catholic yet?), spires shooting into the sky that’s visible even during a blizzard, cavernous halls full of sunlight and echoes, snow that can comfort and kill in equal measure
Notable Members:
Philza Minecraft:
Visible wings look like a harpy eagle
Probably the most powerful person in the world
Didn’t mean to start an empire it kinda just happened
Also didn’t mean to adopt kids but his Dadza alarm went off
Usually kind but will not hesitate to use violence when necessary
Is pig.  
With braid.  
At least 8 feet all
Extremely adept fighter, skilled in almost every form of combat.  
Not a people pig, prefers his potato farm to being a prince
Hella protective of his family but will not hesitate to bully when given the opportunity
Wilbur Soot: 
Muse who can influence people through song
Can’t totally control people (yet) but can subtly push them in a certain direction
The public face of the imperial family
Would rather insult than fight but can and will cut a bitch if he needs to
Because inspiration is fickle he’ll have some … strange episodes (see: the Sand Incident)
Tommy Innit: 
Chaos incarnate.
Is he human?  Is he not?  No one’s sure yet.  
But he’s a gremlin and a hellion and willing to throw down at any moment.  
Has a surprisingly caring side, but no one outside his immediate circle has ever really seen it.  
The Kingdom of Valeriana (aka Dream SMP)
Oldest of the countries 
Located in the middle of a massive forest at the center of the main continent 
Home of the Fae Courts
Ruled by a single king who is chosen by a tournament held every 100 years 
Known for causing chaos in other countries, but after an Incident with Crystallos they have kept their meddling to annoyances rather than outright declarations of war 
Considered the most magical of all the countries, and traditional enchantments almost all come from Valeriana 
Associated Colors: neon green (duh), bright yellow, forest green, light brown, blood red (more saturated than Crystallos), rose gold 
Aesthetic/Vibes: spooky art nouveau (idk what else to call it), lots of plants and nature but with an edge of danger, poison gardens and carnivorous plants, hedge mazes that lead everywhere and nowhere, laughter deep in the forest, deer with eyes just a hair too human, Alice in Wonderland on steroids 
Notable Members: 
Current king of the Fae
As long as he’s touching the ground, he knows where everything and everyone is
Can terraform
Unlimited in the boundaries of his kingdom
Much more limited outside of his realm
No one has ever seen what he really looks like, even before he took the throne
Since people outside the kingdom don’t know who he is, he’ll wander the outside world and challenge random people to fights
Never says what happens to the losers
Only one person has ever beaten him: Technoblade
He might have a lil obsession around Techno, but it’s fine.  
A little competition is healthy.
High Lord of the Summer Court
Dream’s right hand man
Likes fire a little too much probably
Human that Dream took a liking too and yoinked from the mortal world
Dream and Sapnap made him immortal but he hasn’t realized it yet.  
Changeling who started growing diamond-like scales across his body
Is vaguely allied with Dream simply because he’s Fae, but is more loyal to BBH
Like a lot of other Fae, likes to make challenges but he makes them less deadly.  Not totally safe, just less deadly.
Demon who was kicked out of hell because he was too nice
Found Skeppy in the Overworld and the rest is history
Cursed by the Demon King that the moment he says a swear word, the entire world would end, but can never tell anyone that he is cursed
The Merchant’s Guild
Not quite a country, more of a international power 
Oversees the largest and most important businesses in the world 
Makes sure that no laws are broken between different countries and everyone gets a fair shake 
Has a very large reach, so some members have dabbled in espionage for various groups 
From the outside it looks like the whole thing is kept together with duct tape and hope, but its actually pretty functional
The main members are just… a lot. 
More concerned with keeping things working than influencing other nations (although there are still jokes about it) 
The most valuable thing they trade in is information
They have a lot of fingers in a lot of pots, but are trusted with their information 
Associated Colors: dark blue, teal, deep yellow, burnt orange, copper
Aesthetic/Vibes: art deco babie, angles and lines, very modern and streamlined, sleek suits instead of armor or robes, whiskey in a crystal glass, wars won by words not weapons, knowing when someone’s lying without them saying a word
Notable Members:
Ram-man with a plan
Not that bad of a dude, but is in a position where he is constantly in possession of highly sensitive information and that does things to someone’s mental state
Drinks pretty regularly but not a full blown alcoholic
Trying his best
Can be a snarky asshole sometimes
Lucky duck.  literally.  
Duck man with an uncanny ability to absorb good luck from people (typically Fundy) and apply it to himself
No one knows when or why he joined the guild, but now he’s there
Pretty damn smart, but hides it behind humor
Trying his goddamn best but life (and Quackity) make it very difficult
Usually is stuck with the shit end of the stick when getting jobs/contracts/etc. 
Wilbur being his dad is an inside joke that’s gotten a life of its own.  
(No Fishfuckers Allowed!!!)
Badass sheep lady who captains a ship and commands her own armada
Schlatt’s sister
Also part of Storm’s Landing’s council and acts as the main liaison between them 
Do not fuck with her she will kick your ass.
Storm’s Landing
Port city that became a country after becoming a safe-haven for seafarers
Led by a council of important people, with the head of the council known as the Admiral 
Closest ties to Crystallos and the Merchant’s guild because: 
1) Clingy supremacy!!!!
2) it’s a good idea for a guild to have good ties with a large sea power
3) all the dads for Tubbo
Associated Colors: navy blue, scarlet, white, brass 
Aesthetic/Vibes: Nautical (obviously) with heavy “Age of Exploration” vibes, barnacles crusted on treasure chests, think tall ships and pirates and shit, respecting the ocean because holy shit she’s gonna smash your boat to pieces on a whim because she can, has an edge of darkness because when you go deep enough who knows what you’ll find down there (maybe mermaids???) 
Notable Members:
elected to Admiral after the previous Admiral went missing on a routine voyage 
(idk who it used to be, I just wanted to make him new at leading)
not 100% sure about the whole thing, but handling it pretty okay
still answers to “Captain” instead of “Admiral”.  
If Storm’s Landing had a queen, would be it unquestionably
Never gets robbed even though there’s a well known “underbelly” in town
Could probably end wars with her croissants
Has a significant history of empathic abilities in her family, so she can tell how people are feeling at all times
Owns a magic store in town that really only shows itself to people who need it.  
Having a bad mental health day?  
He’s got a warm blanket and a cup of your favorite warm beverage waiting.  
She’s got the perfect outfit and affirming words already prepared.  
Trying to find that specific book but can’t remember the title or plot, only vaguely know the color of the cover?  
They’ve got it.  
Not sure why he decided to move to a seaside city when he’s not chill with water, but now he’s here and he’s too anxious to leave
Known for teleporting around town randomly when nervous, and the people who find him are always willing to let a hand if he gets lost
This boi!  Has so many dads!  
Epitome of “Kindness does not equal weakness.”  
While a lot of people underestimate him, he’s not some fragile little flower
He hasn’t fully grown into his ability to speak to animals (he can only understand bees right now)
He’s just as much of a shit stirrer as Tommy.  
When they meet up, look out.  Something’s getting destroyed.
The Astral Academy
An independent university focused on advancing knowledge in the arcane arts and engineering 
Not a country, but has the political power of one due to their vast resources and building prowess 
People can’t enter unless they are invited or have been given entry as a student 
There are a bunch of potential doors scattered around the continent that could lead to the Academy, but no one is sure where the real entrance is 
Associated Colors: royal purple, lilac, sepia, sky blue, silver, bronze Aesthetic/Vibes: bright academia, massive libraries with bookshelves stuffed to bursting, workshop benches covered in scrap and prototypes, open air observatories, runes waiting to be translated, the crackling energy that comes from successful collaboration, falling down a research rabbit hole, bursting with pride after a project is a success
Notable Members: 
Jack Manifold
I don’t know much about these characters, so if you have any ideas please let me know!
Zero’s OC Land - The North Haven
Smallest and newest country 
Recently gained independence from under a cruel dictator (not schlatt lol)
Located in a pine forest at the base of a huge mountain range 
Has pretty good relations with the other countries, but outsiders don’t know much about them 
Main exports are wood carvings and leather goods 
Associated Colors: Maroon, dark brown, black, pewter 
Aesthetic/Vibes: medieval but with a modern twist, dark wood lit by a roaring fireplace, snow-covered woods without a living soul in sight, half timber houses and detailed wood carving, no outrageous ornamentation or extravagance 
Notable Members:
Lord of the North Haven
trying to keep his people safe and protected
one of the few remaining Spirits (higher in power than the Fae, but lower than angels)
Spirit of Justice
lost a hand in the war for North Haven’s independence
didn’t want to become the leader but does a pretty good job at it
Adopted 5 kids and is trying his best
Heir Apparent
24 year old human
can influence the world by speaking (not singing) but has to be careful about which words he uses
has a book full of phrases that have proven effects (a spellbook of sorts)
has a friendly rivalry with Wilbur
actually the oldest but abdicated because she feels she’s not the right person to lead a country
age unknown because she’s the last known [REDACTED] (it’ll be revealed, but I wanna build suspense)
has gyrfalcon wings and heightened senses
chronic insomniac
Official Librarian
20 years old
hybrid with an unknown entity
has black fingers with sharp claws
always wears gloves to hide them
can create portals to places he’s been or to people he knows (the second is much riskier, but not impossible)
knowledge sponge
wants to join the Astral Academy but is too nervous to apply
Older Twin
The “Sensible One”
17 years old
Has an uncanny sense of direction
Can’t get lost no matter what
Can manipulate magnetic fields
Younger Twin
The “Hot Headed One”
17 years old
can manipulate fire
idolizes his older siblings, particularly Freya
The Institute
Creeping around in the background
Up to bad things
Something’s going on in the world, but no one’s noticed yet
They will though… soon
Aesthetic/Vibes: minimalism (the worst kind of vibes imo), think laboratories or empty hospitals, harsh artificial lights and cold floors, labyrinths of monotonous hallways with no doors
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Words That Matter: “Nordic Knitting”
I am a knitter. I came to it as an adult and it is a small part of my identity. It’s not as big a part as being a librarian, but significant enough that I would say “I’m a knitter” as a full statement. I’m not really a fiber artist or anything special. I like to make socks and mitten --and right now a skirt that I’ve frogged* at least twice. 
Every knitter or crocheter has their favorite style for patterns and designs. My grandmother learned to crochet at home and at school (mostly for baby clothes and she had 6), so her styles fluctuate between lacey and functional --trimmings for hats and boots --on incredibly small hooks. My mother learned to crochet in school, so her style is solid colors in functional, homey designs --baby hats, blankets, etc --with small to medium sized hooks. I learned from Elizabeth Zimmerman as an adult, so my style leans toward Scandy** inspired patterns in the round on medium to large needles. I’m sort of a knitting island because my mom things the 2 needles is complicated --and watching her try to crochet with a single knitting needle is a delightful endeavor.
This isn’t really about those warm family moments, though. This is about two books I recently read that talked about eugenics: Wilkerson’s Caste: The Origins of Our Discontent and Miller’s Why Fish Don't Exist: A Story of Loss, Love, and the Hidden Order of Life. I think I can see the wheels in most people’s minds cranking away at trying to connect eugenics, these books, and knitting. 
Let me jump the punch line here: Nordic knits. 
Wilkerson discusses the use of term “Nordic” in the United States and its unsavory connotation. It is a connotation that does not quite reveal itself upon a cursory glance of the the titles that feature it. One might assume that it is a kitschy or cute way to say Northern European countries --and in Europe, that might be the case.
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The thing is, these books aren’t always published in Europe or necessarily with their continental and cultural context in mind (which is why many of them are only available in U.S. English). They are often published in the United States and either ignore or forget the context of that word’s history and use in our society. I’m not going to give a long-form discussion of eugenics here (Wilkerson does an excellent job of that in her book), but I will say that it is one of the lasting negative impacts on science that the USA has left on the world --and one we still don’t really own up to. 
Grade school kids learn about why what happened to Anne Frank was wrong, but they don’t learn about why the coerced births and adoptions of Lebensborn were wrong --or indeed how they are connected to the same root of white supremacy borne from the USA. I think this is due to the perception that creating more blonde-haired, blue-eyed children through human breeding is not seen as connected to or so dehumanizing as murdering people for being ethnically or otherwise different. What the grade school kids don’t learn is that this same concept of “strong stock” existed and exists in their home country here in America. The belief that “Nordic” stock is strong (even if not literally tied to the Northern European countries) and the stoked fear of the 2045 decline in white society are still living issues in our society. 
That word, in the United States has an undeniable stain connected to human breeding, eugenics, and white supremacy. 
If you want to see more about how people in the early parts of the 20th century thought, Miller’s book addresses the ever so slight changes from people like Agassiz (who viewed other races as non-humans) to Jordan (who leaned into, promoted, and is largely responsible for the popularity and spread of eugenics both in the U.S.  and its cross-pollination in Europe). People still use the term in the way that early eugenics adopters like Jordan did to refer to a certain look of people who are (in their view) above others in a hierarchy of qualities from everything to attractiveness to intelligence.
I don’t like seeing that word in my hobbies. I don’t like the bleeding over of hideous ideologies into the things that are meant to relax me. I applaud publishers and authors who have, as I have, thrown out that term and use alternative, more considerate, less hateful descriptors: general (Northern), location specific (Scandinavian, Norwegian), or technical terms (selbovotter / selbu mittens, fair isle, or two strand). 
Here are some titles that I recommend from most to least traditional for knitters who are drawn to the aforementioned style of knitting:
Selbuvotter (also available in English)
150 Scandinavian Motifs: The Knitter's Directory
Alterknit Stitch Dictionary: 200 Modern Knitting Motifs
*Frogging - rip out stitches; it’s a pun you “rip it, rip it” as a play on “ribbet.”
**Shout out to Scandy Sandy for increasing the popularity of the term “Scandy” in American/British television.
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thesundanceghost · 5 months ago
@elicash tagged me to do this and I’m finally home relaxing so lets do it
nicknames - never really had one stick, “Emma” is too easy to just say at once. Like sometimes my family will shorten it to Em, but very rarely, it’s just as easy to say the whole thing
zodiac - Taurus (and Leo moon/ Libra rising, according to costar, because no matter how many times I read that I will forget it instantly). I don’t really know anything about astrology but I do firmly believe that my sign is the best one
height - 5’3” and I hate it
last movie - Can’t remember if it was Macbeth 2015 or Butch & Sundance, I’m getting my days confused. I didn’t actually finish Macbeth tho the whole time I was just wishing I was reading the play :/ I’m biased against movie adaptations of Shakespeare I guess
last thing I googled - “Atlantic hurricane”
fave musician - you guys probably don’t know this but I would let Joan Osborne do literally whatever she wants to me. don’t know if I think Relish (1995) is the best album of all time but I do think its the sexiest.
song stuck in my head - Candy by the Blasting Company
other blogs - none that i still use
blogs following - I can’t remember how to check and I’m too lazy to try but I’ve been on this fucking site since 2012 and rarely unfollow people so lets just assume “too many”
amount of sleep - I am a firm believer of 7h sleep supremacy
lucky number - none
what I’m wearing - jeans and a bra (my normal lounge wear)
dream job - i hate jobs so much. But idk I’d love to do any editing work remotely, and also do some farm/fishing work, I personally enjoy manual labor
dream trip - Currently still dreaming about my still-theoretical road trip up the Atlantic coast. @benjhawkins has been giving me so many to-visit spots in Maine and I need to get there!!! As boring as it is most of my dream vacations are in the US, I think because it just seems like less stress for me, and when I dream about trips, that’s what I think about.
fave foods - Mango, and alfalfa sprouts. I made a jerk pork dish with grilled pineapple and a mango salsa and it was just so damn good. I also love a good stew or soup, like any kind honestly
play an instrument - Piano, although I haven’t done it seriously in years. Used to play viola and violin and I miss that. I can play guitar but like only simple chords
languages - English baby — can understand French and Spanish okay but I freeze up when I go to speak it.
fave songs - I know y’all are sick of hearing about it, but any song off of Relish. Literally got goosebumps listening to that album in the car yesterday. Also both Nina Simone and Jeff Buckley’s versions of Be My/Your Husband, that song really gets me.
random fact about me — I want to know more about taxidermy, not to like do it, I just think its cool and I know nothing about it
describe yourself by aesthetic things - uhhhhh idk linen? My dream closet is one that’s only made of linen. I mix a ton of silver and gold jewelry. My house is filled with tons of warm colors and southwestern/Mexican interior artwork and furniture. I am almost always in jeans unless its 100 degrees. My dream day is just fishing in a boat under the sun with a beer in my hand. I love fabric and mixing textures together is my favorite thing. I make myself overindulgent and overly complicated dinners where four things are cooking at once and I have six different timers set and red wine to drink. I don’t know if any of this counts as an aesthetic I’m just saying random shit……..
I have no idea who’s done this yet, but I’ll tag @satisfactuality @benjhawkins @benjaminagunn @cithaerons @starbuck @lupismaris and whoever else wants to do it!
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blondeblackwidow · a year ago
Could you write a fic about the Resistance meeting a Kenobi!reader who used to be Snokes old apprentice, and over time Poe begins to fall for her? I love your writing and if you do choose to write this request, the fluffier the better❤️
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M e t a n o i a ( Poe Dameron x Reader )
prompt:  Could you write a fic about the Resistance meeting a Kenobi!reader who used to be Snokes old apprentice, and over time Poe begins to fall for her? I love your writing and if you do choose to write this request, the fluffier the better❤️ +  I’m the anon that sent the Kenobi!reader ask in, I forgot to say that the reader wasn’t Snokes apprentice willingly and she was taken as a child.
a/n; holy fuck i feel like i just poured my soul into this. this was something i played with a while on my own and i can’t get over how proud of it i am. thank you for this request, anon! i would zone out for hours just writing, and that hasn’t happen since like eighth grade. title is a greek word for a journey of self discovery.
song: the archer - taylor swift
t/w: slight mentions of child abduction and manipulation, very minor though.
w/c: 3150 ( omg )
D’Qar was loud, and the air was thick as it hit your skin. The sun hidden behind clouds, it was still considerably warmer than the Supremacy. You stepped off the transport, black boots hitting the pavement, the rest of you covered by the oversized brown robe. 
You’d never seen Leia Organa before. But you knew her son, and the minute you saw her eyes, you knew who she was.
You lowered your hood. “General.” You breathed with a smile. She greeted you with a handshake, and the most comforting of smiles. She radiated a motherly energy you had never known, not in this life at least. 
“Welcome, I’m so happy you got here safely, and you took me up on my offer.” 
“It seems our families can never live without each other.” You responded, and Leia gestured you further into the base. 
“Let’s talk in my office, and I’ll see about getting you something with some color.” She guided you amongst crowds. Her office was small by most standards, but felt comfortable and homely. She took a seat and you followed suit.
The air was tense, full of unanswered questions. 
“He’s alright, doing well, all things considered.” You offered, and her shoulders seemed to relax.
“You didn’t have to..” She started, and you waved your hand.
“It’s nothing, I know you must hold your breath everyday when it comes to him.” You spoke softly, as if people were listening. “He talked about you a few times, it was always brief, but he did.” 
“Thank you.” Leia reached out and squeezed your hand. The door opened behind you two and you saw a man, standing in the doorway, holding a wad of clothing.
“Ma’am Pava sent me in here with these.” He held up what looked like a shirt and pants. “She said you asked if she had spare uniforms?” 
“Well yes because she’s always in her pajamas or her flight suit.” Leia reached her hand out and he gave them to her, sparing you a cautionary glance. “All of black squadron seems to operate that way.” 
He opened his mouth to object, but she kept talking. “This is Poe Dameron, one of my top commanders and pilots.”
“THE top pilot, ma’am.” He turned to fully look at you, and you introduced yourself.
“She and I have family history.” Leia answered before Poe could ask. He didn’t take his eyes off you though.
“Have I met you before?” You swallowed thickly, clamming up to find a lie. You remembered him as soon as he started talking. 
“The Resistance will not be intimidated by you.” He struggled out to breathe.
“We’ll see.” Kylo said from in front of you, not yet aware that you had entered the room. The man you now know as Poe starts to scream.
“Ren, you’re needed by the supreme leader.” Most of your face covered by a hood, you avoid the curious gaze from the chair in front of you both.
“It’s in a droid, a BB unit.” He barked on his way out. You take one glance at the man before you leave, hesitating.
“No, I don’t believe we have.” You forced a smile. “It’s been a pleasure though.” You turned your gaze back to Leia, who cleared her throat.
“You’re excused, Commander.” He took a breath to object, but it died on his tongue. He offered a small smile and excused himself.
“I was there, when Ren…” You trailed off, staring at the now closed door. “How am I supposed to….”
“He may look tough, but he’s got his mother’s heart.” She sighed, standing and collecting a few more things. “He’ll understand, probably more than most.”
“I hope so.” Leia smiled and gestured toward the door. 
The quarters she gave you were smaller than yours on the Supremacy, but far less daunting. Glossy black walls had been replaced with cracked stone, this whole base a work in progress.The uniforms were more relaxed, and people smiled as you walked past, though you couldn’t shake the feeling that they saw right through you. Cracked foundations were held together by hope, maybe here, you thought, you could start to heal what Snoke shattered. 
You were going to go out and explore. You grabbed an old brown satchel, and went to place your saber inside. It was silver with a gold band around the emitter, black striping down the sides bleeding into the solid black band around the hilt, gold circles breaking up the darkness. Kylo thought little of it, said it looked too much like a Kenobi’s lightsaber. For once in your life though, you were happy you had something to remind you of the light that coursed through your veins. It would need a new crystal, the old one corrupted by the dark side, but that was a question for Leia at a later time.
The walk to the airfield was peaceful, on the ship, all you had was recycled air. But there was something about the breeze and the smell of wildflowers and trees. And if you were honest, the smell of the engines burning fuel was better than the nothingness that you had become accustomed to. 
Your eyes quickly set sight on the obnoxious X Wing that sat front and center. Black with an orange stripe, while it was Hux’s responsibility to know the specs of the Resistance, you knew that it was the ship that always meant trouble. You walked up to it and ran a hand down the side. The side panels were rough against your hand, but you liked it here, the perfection of the First Order became suffocating after a while.
“Can I help you?” A voice behind you asked. You turned to see the man from earlier, Poe, you think his name was. 
“Oh no, I’ve just never seen an X Wing in person before.” You laughed. “They’re just so legendary in my mind.”
“You a pilot?” He asked, walking closer. His black hair was messy, and there was grease on his orange flight suit.
You shook your head. “Oh no, my grandpa flew A Wings during the Clone Wars but other than that we’re a pretty ground bound family.” 
“Was your grandpa a clone?” Poe asked, and you furrowed your brows. 
“Well because droids were used by the separatists and clones by the republic.” He laughed. “So unless your grandfather was a clone, that doesn’t work.” 
“There were civilians in the Republic.” You rolled your eyes. 
“I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders, you knew he didn’t buy it. But you were okay with it, it was something to talk about at another time. A reason to talk to him again.
“You have pilots in your family?” You asked, leaning against the warm metal of the body of the ship.
“Uh yeah, my mom.” He cleared his throat. “She flew A Wings.” He raised his finger to note the similarity. “But for the Rebels against the Empire.” 
“Sounds like a kickass woman.” You smiled. He shifted his weight and looked at his boots.
“Yeah, she was.” He smiled. You could sense the discomfort, and the loss. 
“So how long have you been with the Resistance?” 
“I’ve never met such a bold new recruit you know.” He laughed.
“Blame it on the family connection.” You laughed in return.
“What is the mysterious connection?” He asked, taking a step closer.
“Can’t give up all my secrets on the first day here.” You smirked. But how were you supposed to explain it all? Your father was a hidden bastard child from the days of Mandalore, your mother died before you could walk, you’re competition in training was the General’s son who was named after your grandfather who the General called to before Alderaan’s Doom – and that was just the surface level of it all.
“I’ll have to come bug you another time then.” You tried to hide the rising heat in your cheeks. 
“It’s a small base, you can come find me.” You smiled and pushed off the ship. “I’ll see you around.” 
“See you around, newbie.” You rolled your eyes, and kept walking.
You and Poe spent days on and off together, chatting, laughing, unknowingly being watched by Leia with a motherly smile. He radiated an energy unlike you had ever known, it was warm, and bright, and full of love. It was the light, the light that you were ordered to swear off for the rest of your days since you were a child. 
Leia felt like the mother you had never known. The both of you aching for something taken so long ago. You spent a lot of time with her, causing a lot of questions. 
Poe jumped to your defense everytime. Causing even more questions.
“Do you know where I can get a Kyber Crystal?” You piped up, reading in Leia’s private office while she worked.
“Why?” She just glanced up. You sighed.
“Mine won’t heal itself, no amount of meditation will ever make it change, not even to white. My blade still glows red.” You closed your book and turned to face her. A devilish grin grew on her face. “What?” 
“After Luke lost the temple, he gave his remaining crystals to someone he trusted for safekeeping against the rising order.” The grin grew more. 
“Where are they?”
“Yavin IV.” She smiled.
“Okay I’ll go to Yavin–”
“At Kes Dameron’s home.” Your jaw hit the floor. You felt like you had known Poe all your life, and maybe in another life you would have, but you really only knew him for a month or so. 
So now you had to ask to meet his dad, when you hadn’t even admitted to yourself you liked him. 
“I’m gonna have to ask him to go with me.” You breathed out, slightly nervous all of a sudden. 
“Relax, Poe needs to go home anyways, it’ll get Kes off my back.” You snorted. 
“And how do I approach that?” You started. Unaware of the door opening behind you. “Poe I need you to take me to your childhood home so I can get a crystal from your father because I secretly have a lightsaber and come from the lineage of a Jedi Master in the Old Republic, who trained both Vader and Luke?” You inhaled, unaware of how fast you were just talking. “I’m sure that’s a very easy question to ask.” 
“The answers’ yes, I just have a few questions first.” 
You thought you were gonna die right then and there.
The flight to Yavin wasn’t very long, but felt like years. The transport was small, Leia was unwilling to give up her large ships for the two of you. 
“So how long have you been a Jedi?” He asked, shifting the controls and turning to face you.
“I’m not a jedi.” You mumbled.
“Well you have a lightsaber. That’s a very jedi thing to have.” Of course in your oblivious confession, you didn’t include how you acquired the weapon.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” You got up from the copilots seat now that you were in Hyperspace, wanting to be anywhere but under his gaze. He grabbed your forearm to stop you, and your skin burned at the touch.
“I have met you before.” He whispered. “You were on that ship.” 
“I’m so sorry.” Your voice was broken full of shame. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“Why were you there?” His eyes were locked on yours.
“I was a child, my father was on the run after Mandalore’s downfall. They caught us after a few years.” You sighed. “My father was killed, but Snoke knew of my lineage, said that because my grandfather created Vader, I had a capacity for greatness.” You shifted your weight and sat back into the chair. “I didn’t know the difference, I was so young, with this weird energy flowing through me that I couldn’t control.” 
“It’s okay.” He relaxed his hand and brought it back to his lap, you tried to hide your disappointment at the lack of touch. “You’re safe now.”
“Thank you.” You whispered, and you both sat in safe, comfortable silence before the ship made its entrance to the Yavin system.
Yavin IV, you’d come to realize, was a lot like D’Qar, luscious green trees and warm summer breeze. The Dameron home was a black and white contrast to anything you had known. Poe, on the other hand, doesn’t welcome the energy, instead tenses, as if he is in fear of what lies ahead.
“I’ll do the talking, if you want?” You offer, and Poe shakes his head.
“It’s alright.” He sighs. “How do you tell someone that the ideals they spent their life fighting are growing stronger everyday?”
“You tell them that there’s hope.” You smile softly. “Hope is the only thing you have that they don’t.” The weight of your blood red lightsaber seams to double, and none of this seems doable.
He starts to walk toward the house and you are left with no choice but to follow. He opens the door to find an older man with the same tone of skin, and same curly hair, faded now to a silver, working on something at the table. 
“Hey dad.” You want to hide behind Poe’s shadow.
How do you tell someone that the ideals they spent their life fighting are standing in front of them in their dining room?
“Poe!” He exclaimed with a smile, and gave his son a large hug. “Leia warned me you were coming. Who’s this?” He asked, returning to the neutral position.
“Oh this is Captain…” He trailed, remembering he’d never learned your last name.
“Kenobi.” You smiled, your chest swelling with pride at the surname you discarded so long ago. Recognition and surprise flashed among both men’s faces.
“I would assume you’re here for the crystals.” He winked.
“How did you…”
“A feeling, I guess.” He shrugged and began to search through a container, and Poe just mouthed your surname back to you with shock and wonder. You waved your hand to dismiss him. “Poe can you run this down to the lady down the road, the one who always gave you sweets after Shara said no?” He gestured to the project he was working on, and Poe opened his mouth to protest. 
But just like with Leia, it died long before he could manage words. He scooped it up and gave you an apologetic glance before leaving.
“Can I see it?” was the first thing Kes asked after his son’s departure.
“Y-Yeah.” You stumbled and pulled out the saber from your bag, handing it to him. He placed a small brown bag on the table with a quiet clink, and began to smile. 
“It resembles Luke’s second saber..” He looked at you. “Made with pieces of Ben Kenobis.” You couldn’t help but return the smile.
“It’s the same style, according to old texts.” You said. “Not exactly the same I’m afraid.” 
“What’s the need for a new crystal?” He handed it back.
“I..” You hesitated. Poe forgives so easily, but Leia said that was his mother, not Kes. “I was taken in by Snoke when I was young, trained..” You swallowed, staring at the saber in your hands. “I want to make things right, I can’t do that with red blades, the crystal is too broken to heal, I need to start anew.” Kes’ shoulders relaxed and he leaned against the table.
“I am sorry.” 
“Had we done it right the first time, there never would have been a Snoke to corrupt your gift.” He smiled sadly, you reached for his hand and gave it a light squeeze.
“Had you done it the first time, I would have never met him.” You smiled. “And there will always be those who want destruction, but as long as there is more hope, then we’ll always have peace.” Tears welled up in your eyes, you were talking more to yourself, but he pulled you into a hug, and you cried, for the first time in years.
“I know a place where you can install that.” He said, releasing the hug, and you followed him to a large tree in the field. It hummed with energy. Not evil or good, not light or dark, just balanced force.
You sat on your knees in front, placing a crystal next to your saber, Kes walking away to give you a moment. You closed your eyes and pictured it all, the darkness, the mistakes, being swept away by light, and forgiveness. You opened them to reveal your reassembled saber, and the cracked crystal next to it. You decided to bury it with the tree, putting to rest your conflict, your guilt, and anger.
And Igniting your forgiveness, certainty, and compassion in a deep blue light. 
“A True Kenobi.” Kes said from afar, Poe just watching in awe as the sun set behind the mountains. You disabled the saber and wore it proudly on your belt.
“Thank you.” Was all you could manage, walking back toward the older of the two rebels.
“Don’t even worry about it.” He squeezed your shoulder, and walked back toward the house. 
“Bonfire?” Poe asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh.
The night fell rather quickly after the sun set, and the summer breeze gave a chill while you and Poe sat on a log and exchanged dumb jokes and he filled you in on all the need to know information. A silence fell over you soon enough and he just stared at you over his shoulder.
“Kenobi, huh?” He laughed. “My grandpa flew A-Wings.” He mocked
“You’re an ass.” You rolled your eyes.”He did!” You defended. 
“He was a kriffing Jedi that is the least interesting thing you could have said!” 
“Sorry my life story isn’t entertaining.” You punched his arm and he acted fake hurt.
“Oh it definitely is.” He poked. “They’ll write myths about you.”
“Hopefully about the good to come, not the bad that’s passed.” You half smiled. 
“I hope it’s all of it, more inspiring that way.” He locked eyes with yours.
“Me being a trained sith apprentice doesn’t scare you?” He shook his head. 
“No. Sith, Jedi, call it what you want but I just see a beautiful woman who is strong enough to know right from wrong.” He tucked a hair behind your ear. “And that means more than making things float.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips and your heart forgot how to keep a rhythm. 
You were sure Obi Wan was up there cursing about the Old Jedi Code and falling in love, or whatever. The best part was, you didn’t love Poe.
but you know you could, given time. 
And for once in your life you weren’t scared.
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lunaescribe · a year ago
A Christmas Carol 2019 ★★★★½
A Christmas Carol 2019 ★★★★½
Rewatched Dec 25, 2020
MariaSar’s review published on Letterboxd:
A RESTORATION OF THE BOOK’S SOCIAL JUSTICE This is not another adaption which seeks to be family friendly whimsy and sanguine lightness on harsh realities. When Dickens described a character in the 1840s who said “Then let them die and decrease the surplus population”, he was not summoning an over the top miserable monster from his imagination. Capitalism boomed in this period, poverty thrived and many did die in the streets in the age of industry as Monopolies and Robber Barons were born and the 1% as we still know it today struck their roots into the ground. And they did it on the back of many POC and lives of workers. Dickens work was attacking their success and exploitive practices in his story, while creating a story that could be emotionally related to by many readers.
Over the last nearly 200 years much of the book lost its bite to warm fuzzy film adaptions loosing the ghost story angle, as Dickens begins the book with, in their retelling. This adaptation returns the gothic to the story. This version is a viscous attack on capitalism and an updated version of how much our understanding of human psychology has grown in 200 years.
This version goes into Scrooge’s psyche like we’ve never seen before, and I will do my best to explain without giving spoilers. It builds on the underlying sprinkles of abuse Dickens’ writings hinted at, and crafts a version of the storys themes free of any societal censorship in the 1840s. It breaks down the mind of money obsession of the extreme capitalist and asks what turns a person to delve so deeply into that mindset.
Much like the original story this version allows sympathy for Scrooge however unlike nearly every other version it does not excuse his behavior in favor of sympathy. This version highlights the exploitive practices of business men in the 1840s and today, especially how it fell on women and POC of color. And POC indeed finally! A version showing a diverse London as it historically was! Astonishingly it is one of the first versions to include Ali Baba as a character even though he does feature in the book as a vivid piece of Scrooge’s childhood. This version finally confronts the white supremacy of past adaptions and men like Scrooge did and today still do commit.
The biggest change and update to the story is how it uses its women. It’s common knowledge Dickens was not particularly kind to women, most of the 19th century wasn’t, however this version is good enough to realistically and thematically build up the prominent women in the original story creating a more balanced and nuanced story. Mary Cratchit’s outburst in the book of loathing Scrooge even more than her husband is heavily built on and she finally get to be a person instead of just a device. The same can be said of Scrooge’s sister without going too much into spoiler territory. And almost every addition is paired with a common motif or occurrence to women in the 19th century, making them all fit smoothly into the narrative.
Lastly and most importantly is how this film handles the climax and Scrooge’s redemption. In most films Scrooge’s is so horrified by a future of dying alone it drives him to change. I won’t reveal the way they do it in this film but it is jaw dropping and the truest most informed and perfect example of character redemption I’ve ever seen. It shares focus on those who have been abused by Scrooge, not sweeping over their pain or anyone’s pain. It is the most sincere authentic portrayal of true remorse as opposed to selfish fear of consequences.
This is a version of a Christmas Carol that embodies the phrase “Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable”. This is a version that challenges what it means to seek redemption and feel remorse, and offers comfort to those who have been abused of how to forgive themselves and the ill that was done to them-and break their own cycle of abuse. It is strikingly brilliant artistically and acted, and if you can let go of what you think a Christmas Carol should be-it will offer you deep epiphany, hope, and potentially righteous anger. I beg you to watch it, it is now one of my most favorite pieces of media ever, and I believe destined to become an adult classic.
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heistmaster69 · a year ago
pariet lilium
pariet lilium
pariet lilium~by @heistmaster69​
4th Year Draco Malfoy x OC fic. 
~so uhh um I was maybe watching a video about dark academia while writing this and may have gotten a BIT carried away~
gif by @fairylightwishes​ all credit to them!
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Frankie and Cher sat in the back of Potions class while Snape droned on about the effects of crushed versus shaved Bicorn Horn on the end result of a Pepperup potion.
“-now you see that’s exactly what I was talking about. Muggle movie stars are much more attractive than boys at Hogwarts-”
“-Dicaprio, yes.” She whispered.
“Frankie that man is gorgeous-”
‘So fine-”
Cher let out a sigh, while Frankie continued. “All the boys from Dead Poets Society-”
“So it’s decided then-”
“Yes. I’m saving my virginity until I’m of age and Leonardo Dicaprio can come and take it fro-”
“Miss. Reed.” Snape deadpanned. “If you and your friends would be so kind as to stop squealing about muggle boys in my class-I would appreciate it. That will be five points from Slytherin.” 
Cher kicked Frankie under the table. 
“My bad, professor.” She murmured, putting her palm under her chin and turning back to her notes. 
Potions had to be her third favorite class, Frankie didn’t mind it at all, it’s just, she was a little distracted, recently. It seemed like her single-ness was beginning to get to her and she found herself daydreaming during class. She didn’t want to be as obsessed as she was, but Frankie couldn’t really help it. She wanted the movie-scene first kiss and the romance novel passion, as unattainable as it is, she craved it. 
But the thing is-Frankie never let herself daydream about people she knew. In reality, none of the people she’s liked would ever like her back, and it just hurt her because she knew that no one would ever have feelings for Frankie as she did for them. Every time she let her walls down she got hurt. 
A lot of the people Frankie has met have made sure she knows that she will never be as valuable, never as loved, as beautiful, as successful as others because she wasn’t as thin as others. Frankie loved herself. But her ‘friends’, her family? It seemed like they hated her for it...
Magic had always interested Frankie. Being a witch or wizard usually goes over the heads of purebloods, with the mere prospect of having the gift coming so naturally to all of them. Frankie’s isolated upbringing, rarely seeing her parents and being brought up by a strange yet kind tutor who instructed her in all sorts of topics, ranging from basic arithmetic to discovering Frankie’s magical abilities. Ms. Selwyn, around Frankie’s parents, and Kendra, during her tutoring sessions daily during childhood. 
These memories with Kendra have a warm haze to them, and whenever Frankie reminisced, a smile would find its way onto her face. We would stand together in the garden, during the golden sunsets, and she would say;
“Magic is an incredible gift, it is beautiful and infinitely important. We hold the power of the universe in our hands.” 
Young Frankie would stare wide-eyed, confused, and tug on the side of Kendra’s robe,
“Ms. Kendra, what’s the universe?” Frankie would ask.
“The universe is everything.”
“Everything? How much is that?” 
Kendra would smile so gently and kneel down beside Frankie, grasping her small hands and gesturing towards the sky alive with color.
“More than we could ever know.”
Kendra knew the power purebloods held with the Ministry, after all, the Selwyns and the Reeds were a part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. The Ministry was still hypnotized by the status and the blood purity that these upper-class families held and overlooked the small laws broken by the elite, so Kendra and Frankie would practice small magic in their free time-in secret. The Reeds would never want their precious-little-delicate-perfect-pureblood baby daughter learning anything but the proper protocol for stuffy dinners with the Prewetts, the Malfoys, the Greengrasses, the Bulstrodes, the Parkinsons, the Notts, the Flints, or any other sort of perfect families that they could put in their larger-than-life estate. 
Nevertheless, Kendra would take Frankie into the garden behind the mansion, near the rippling brook by a big oak tree. They would sit in the shade of the branches and Frankie would learn about everything her family didn’t want her to know. She learned about the inequality between purebloods, half-bloods, and muggleborns and as Kendra told her of the First Wizarding War, Frankie felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces. How could someone think they were any better than another human being due to their blood? Their lineage? How they treat those supposedly ‘less than’? This realization caused a rift to form between Frankie and her parents-the entirety of what being Sacred 28 pureblooded perfection was. 
She despised it.
Kendra warned her though, she spoke softly the words that shoved Frankie into a vault, locked her away, and threw away the key.
“I don’t know if this will ever change.”
Little Frankie blinked quickly, her wide eyes sore and puffy from tears. “Why?” She cried. 
“They will never relinquish the privilege that this supremacy gives them.” Kendra let out a deep sigh and placed a tender hand on Frankie’s shoulder. 
“I think you’re wrong, Miss Kendra.”
“I hope I am, Miss Frankie. I think you could make a difference.”
This upbringing of acceptance and wonder from Kendra instilled a unique view of magic in Frankie. She saw it as a privilege and took an interest in a side of magic that tended to be overlooked until necessary. Frankie liked to create spells and potions. Specifically, she had a fixation on wandless magic. It was crazy to her-she could create life from her hands. How so many of her friends and peers overlooked this, she understood but wished more people wouldn’t call people like her Loony Lovegood. 
Frankie hid a tattered mahogany-colored, pleather-bound journal in her pillowcase. This journal rarely let the safety of her room, only transferring annually between her estate and Hogwarts. It was never shown to a soul, and it contained her life’s work in what could barely be considered spell-creation. Notes and random scribbles littered the pages, but if it were ever to be lost, Frankie would lose everything she’s done since she was six years, four months, and thirteen days old and Kendra told her about spell-creation. She thinks she would cry.
“Oi Francesca-” A voice called.
“-you’re not allowed to call me that, Blaise.” Frankie chuckled as he jogged up to her, stopping to lean against the wall with a smirk.
“I don’t care, you’re Francesca to me. Anyway, Potions, what happened in poti-” Blaise looked over his shoulder and shouted to Theo. “Oi Theodore, get your arse over here!” Blaise had a thing for using people’s full name-even if it’s not really their name, (ie Daphnessa/Pansleigh.) Frankie rolled her eyes as Theo strolled, shoulders taut, up to Blaise
“Frankie, what happened in Potions? You love potions, you’re always talking about how Potions is a really cool way to learn about how magic affects the world-”
“-Potions is a super cool way to learn about how magic affects the world-” Blaise interjected, wrapping an arm around Theo’s broad shoulders.
 Theo turns to Blaise with a sarcastic stare at him. “Yeah, that.”
I want to have a stupid dumb kiss already. Which is stupid dumb and I don’t even care but I’m horny for love.
“Oh, yeah I-I didn’t sleep well last night.” Frankie choked out.
“It was kind of a relief, your constant enthusiasm about Snape’s class is alarming.” Theo snickered. Blaise snorted as he and Theo sauntered towards the Great Hall. Frankie let out a breath and followed soon after the two boys let for lunch to get to the common room.
Frankie’s boots tapped gently against the cold stone floor of the dungeons. Dust hung low in the air, illuminated by the amber glow of hanging torches that littered the walls. The dungeons are always shown as a dingy, disgusting place but Frankie found the common room comforting. She stilled in front of the entrance and spoke softly the password. 
“Labebantur anguis.” 
The wall dragged inwards with a low scraping sound, revealing her home. The estate is not a home, the estate is merely her stage, acting as the perfect daughter for an audience of haughty purebloods. This common room was perfect, smelling like pine and cotton and the perfect temperature. Green rugs and plush couches in front of a fireplace, tables and booths next to an espresso machine and a tea kettle. Arching windows and pillars showcasing the beauty under the Black Lake. This is home.
She stepped past the commons and walked up the winding stairs to the shared dormitories. Cher laid on Frankie’s bed with Daphne with parchment and quills set out on the emerald silk sheets.
“If you two spill ink on my bed one more time I’ll hex you in your sleep.” Frankie shrugged out of her robe and fell back onto Cher’s bed. The two girls giggled and returned to their subsequent conversations.
Cher was gorgeous. She radiated kindness and had an aura about her that made her seem impenetrable, yet she was humble. She had a crooked smile that never failed to bring one to Frankie’s face. Her eyes shone with emotion and were a deep brown that glimmered at all times. She was incredibly brilliant and the top of many of her classes. With the exception of Potions, Frankie held that spot proudly. 
Everyone says that perfect Hermione Granger, the “brightest witch of her age”, is the top of every class, but ever since she had to use her time to deal with the two rambunctious children that are her friends, she holds strong at about fourth. Frankie had to admit, she had a burning jealousy of Granger. She managed to befriend Potter in her first year, as well as make friends with many of the teachers, ace her classes, and save the entire school three times by now. Not to mention, she was also very pretty. This envy flared its deep green color whenever Frankie so much as heard the name Granger. 
“Earth to Reed?” Frankie snapped out of her covetous haze and met Daphne’s eyes. “Pansy’s bringing up lunch, get started on your essay, like, now.” 
Frankie tipped her head in agreement and reached into her bag to pick out her Astronomy notes. “Five sheets of parchment? Is Professor Sinistra trying to kill us?” 
“I think I might just use one sheet for every word: Sorry, I, Don’t, Want, To.” Cher counted on her fingers with a snort.
Daphne tugged at her bottom lip with her pinkie. “Maybe Frankie can use one of the spells from her secret journal to erase this essay from Sinistra’s mind.”
“That spell already exists, you toad.” Pansy swung the door open with several food items floating behind her, a slice of pumpkin bread levitating into Frankie’s waiting hands. “It’s called Obliviate, it has murderous side effects, and, next week it’s Reed’s turn to get the food.”
“Thank you Pans,” Cher cheered, mouth full of a danish pastry.
“Plus, the boys were bugging us to sit with them more often.” Pansy sat beside Frankie, parchment in hand. Daphne rolled her eyes.
“It’s one day a week, they’ll get over it eventually.”
“The students at Uagadou are so lucky. They have a good Astronomy program and they live in a cloud.” 
Cher scoffed. “They don’t live in a cloud, Pans, They live in a castle-that’s on a cloud. It’s very particular.”
“I want to live in a castle.”
“You idiot, you do.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you bloody mean?”
“Nothi-whatever-what are we doing for Hogsmeade tomorrow?”
Draco. Bloody. Malfoy. 
He walks around the school all high and mighty, like he owns the place, yet he acts like a right prat to many of its inhabitants. It’s like the boy was born with a stick up his arse. Yet, Frankie knew how he was raised, not that it’s an excuse. He doesn’t want to be the way he is, but he’s not some broken boy for her to fix. 
She’s had many conversations in the common room with Malfoy after nights of nightmares. She’s shared hugs that linger a second too long and strange glances during lectures. His stone grey eyes held an emotion behind them that she couldn’t understand. It made her uncomfortable, the strange buzz on her skin where his hand met. The fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach when they got too close. She didn’t like it. It made her feel like a creep.
She sees the way he looks at Cher. Frankie doesn’t compare to a golden, legs-for-days goddess with a waist the same circumference as Frankie’s thigh. Besides, a Malfoy should be with someone the same physical caliber as him. Frankie’s mother prayed to the ghost of Merlin that Frankie would blossom into a beautiful flower, but as her mother continuously reminded her, 
“You are a disgrace. Nothing but a weed in a garden of perfection.”
It’s not hard to believe. Many pureblood parents held a disdain for their children in private. Frankie was lucky to have someone like Kendra. Other teenagers didn’t have anyone. Frankie was lucky, not special. A mere weed, removable by a weak pull. A thorn on an otherwise perfect rose, fit to be plucked, ignored by onlookers.
Draco Malfoy was never written in the stars for someone like Frankie. 
Not that she liked him or anything. He was, as stated before, a right prat. A good looking one, but a prat nonetheless. They didn’t talk much, at all, instead seeking solace in the late hours of the night, a deep bond hidden from their friends. How could two people who were supposedly so perfect, be so broken?
pariet lilium.
chapter two
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keichanz · a year ago
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Kagome strolled into her bedroom as she dried off her hair, rubbing the towel over her head and absently humming a tuneless melody under her breath. It was late and she’d taken full advantage of her family being asleep by taking a nice long bath, soaking in the hot water until her fingers pruned, and then retreating back to her room in naught but a towel.  It was her favorite time of day, Kagome had to admit, because not only did she not have to worry about annoying little brothers pounding on the door demanding she hurry up, it was peaceful, quiet, and she was actually able to get some studying done without distractions.
Well, at least when her brain wasn’t determined on forcing her to relive the day’s rather...interesting events. Kagome’s face flamed for the nth time that night as she recalled the whole debacle with Kouga and a certain word he’d used which had prompted a very uncomfortable conversation with Inuyasha, which in turn made her remember how her traitorous body had reacted to a certain arrogant dog-boy doing...that to her.
“Stupid,” Kagome hissed, not quite sure if she was insulting Inuyasha or herself as a rush of heat swept through her body and gathered at the apex of her thighs, a pulsing, frustrating ache that had only worsened as the day wore on. Most of the time she’d been able to ignore it—until Inuyasha caught her eye and sent her suggestive smirks and heated looks and suddenly she was unable to look at him without feeling like she was going to spontaneously combust.  And if the arrogance that just rolled off of him in waves was any indication, he knew damn well what he was doing to her, and didn’t that annoy her even more, the prick!
Grumbling under her breath and idly wondering where the stupid hanyou’s odd behavior was even coming from – he’d never shown interest before, so why now? – Kagome let the towel drop to pool around her feet as she grabbed the shirt that lie on her bed. Shrugging it on and immediately feeling a little better as the soft cotton slid across her damp skin, Kagome was too distracted by her thoughts to hear the soft click of her bedroom door being closed.
Closing her eyes, Kagome allowed a soft, fond smile to curl the corners of her lips as she lifted the collar of the shirt to her nose and slowly inhaled. It smelled typically of cotton and fabric softener, not at all like the man that had previously worn it years ago, but all the same it helped to ease her mind and relax her tense muscles.
The button-down shirt was one of the few things Kagome still owned that had belonged to her father, and oftentimes when she was feeling stressed or a little sad, she’d put it on and would immediately feel better. She liked to imagine wearing it was like getting a hug from her dearly deceased father and just as they had when he was still alive, his embraces were like magic and they took all the bad feelings away.
Thanks, dad, Kagome mused fondly and started buttoning it up, her smile nostalgic, but warm as she mused aloud, “Funny how a dead person can provide more comfort than the actual living breathing man in my life. Then again, he’s the one that caused the bad feelings…stupid jerkface prick…”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, wench.”
Every muscle in Kagome’s body tensed as her fingers froze on the shirt and the color slowly drained from her face. Chocolate eyes went wide, her mouth parted on a near soundless gasp, and the wave of heat that swept through her traitorous body just from the sound of his voice had her knees trembling and the ache between her legs suddenly viciously intensifying.
The low growl that rent the room told her clearly her reaction did not go unnoticed. Kagome shuddered and withheld a whimper as dual emotions battled for supremacy in her mind: unadulterated, horrified embarrassment that urged her to use the sit command, and powerful, savage lust that threatened to erase all coherent thought completely.
“Turn around,” his voice came again, dark and husky and delicious, and Kagome’s fate was sealed.
Utterly helpless to the dark allure of his command, Kagome did as she was told, dropping her hands and slowly turning to face him. The instant her eyes connected with deep, burnished gold another wave of heat rolled through her body and her nipples tightened as she involuntarily stumbled back with a breathy gasp. Her hip bumped into the nightstand but she barely registered the miniscule flare of pain, the slick heat between her thighs and the heady desire ravaging her body thoroughly distracting her.
Her back hit the cool glass of the window and Kagome realized, as his eyes flashed and another hedonistic growl reverberated throughout the room, she was well and truly trapped.
She bit back another whimper and tried to swallow past the lump in her throat as Inuyasha finally pushed away from the door he was leaning against and leisurely strolled across the room toward her. His gait was lazy, relaxed, a complete contradiction to the way Kagome’s composure seemed to melt away with every step he took. Her breathing quickened, her heart raced in her chest, and by the time he finally stopped in front of her it was all she could do to not melt into a puddle of hot, wet, and wanting female flesh at his feet.
The steady growl thrumming through his chest rolled across her skin like a physical caress, skating up her arms, across her chest to tease the sensitive peaks of her breasts, and down across her belly before arrowing straight to her weeping center. Kagome couldn’t contain the whimper that time and squeezed her thighs together, though it did little good to stem the flow of liquid heat that slicked her thighs.
God, had she ever been more turned on her in life? And Inuyasha hadn’t even done anything besides be his infuriatingly arrogant self and oh god she liked it.
Shuddering as he lazily swept his hot gaze down her body, lingering on her breasts and between her legs, Kagome licked her lips and attempted to seize control of the situation before it got too out of hand.
Because even if her body clearly wanted it, she didn’t think her heart would be able to handle what came afterward.
“I-Inu—” she tried, but then he abruptly cut his eyes to hers and the rest of his name was lost in a breathless whisper. She exhaled sharply and could do nothing but gaze up at him, trembling, helpless, trapped in the amber gaze that burned hotter than the sun.
With eyes gone heavy-lidded and mouth parted to show a teasing flash of fang, Inuyasha lifted a hand, slipped his fingers inside the deep V of the half-way buttoned shirt, and rubbed the soft material between his fingers. He heard the way she held her breath but paid it no mind, silently studying the garment that hid her body from view while simultaneously admiring the smooth flesh already bared to him. The garment still covered her breasts but just barely, nipples hard and jutting against the fabric just shy of the edge.
The urgent need to see her, bared and beautiful and his, slammed into him hard and the growl that erupted from his throat was positively visceral. Kagome gasped and quavered before him in response, the dark spice of her scent suggesting it was a very positive reaction. Without further thought Inuyasha flicked his eyes to hers, slowly slid his finger down the V of the shirt to the first fastened button, and tugged meaningfully.
“Remove it,” he growled, catching the slight hitch in her breath, “or I’ll shred it.”
“No!” Kagome gasped a little breathlessly, eyes going wide as she raised a hand to clutch at the fabric instinctually, the thought of the only memento she had left of her father falling pray his claws a terrifying one.
“Then take. It. Off,” Inuyasha ordered her, lips peeling back just the slightest bit to display his fangs in a mild snarl of warning. Amber eyes narrowed and he curled his finger a little tighter against the fabric, his meaning very clear. Off now, or have it reduced to rags.
Kagome whimpered as indecision tore at her. Taking it off meant she would be completely nude in front of him, no barrier, no protection against the dark honey of his gaze as it took her in fully. But if she didn’t, she knew he would absolutely carry out his threat and rip it off of her without a second thought so Kagome supposed she really didn’t have much a choice, did she?
Save her father’s shirt and obey his wicked command to bare herself. Or: refuse, have her father’s shirt get destroyed, and be naked before him anyway.
Inuyasha growled sharply, his impatience clear as he once more tugged at the shirt, a reminder to act quickly. Closing her eyes, not without a fierce blush and a soft whimper, Kagome gave in, moving trembling fingers to the buttons and releasing them one by one.
Satisfied, Inuyasha’s growl lowered into a pleasing rumble of approval and he dropped his hand, greedily taking in every inch of smooth skin bared to his hungry gaze. When she released the last button but hesitated in shrugging out of the garment, Inuyasha’s patience abruptly expired and with a grunt he slipped his hands beneath the shirt and carelessly shoved it off to land in a forgotten heap at their feet.  
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thenxghtwemet · a year ago
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&&. cauldron above, ( jacqueline dubois ) was just spotted in the fae lands — word has it ( she ) is affiliated with ( the night court ). ( she ) is a ( 340 / appears 34 ) year old ( high fae ). it’s been said that ( she ) resembles ( àstrid bergès-frisbey ). ( she ) has been said to be ( practical & clever ) but also quite ( manipulative & selective ). ( she ) is currently serving as ( royal advisor to the night court ).
Basic Info
Name: Jacqueline Dubois
Pronunciation: Jac-eh-lin Do-bois
Occupation: Royal Advisor to the Night Court
Age: 340, Appears 34
Place of Origin: The Night Court
Physical Description
Height: 5″7
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Mixed
Gender: Cisgender Female
Build: Slender
Wings: Expansive black and purple wings
“Fortune favors the clever, and spares the beautiful,” remarked the late Duke of the Night Court, with his children sitting at the foot of his chair. The cold and calculating Duke passed a disparaging eye at his youngest born, for whom beauty quickly became her identifier. The third offspring of the Duke and Duchess of the Night Court, Jacqueline Dubois boasted great beauty at a young age. The luster of her black locks, the sheen of her pale skin, and the shimmer of her iridescent eyes made her mythic within the mountains. A girl for whom, many sonnets and songs were dedicated. Such beauty would make any family proud. Except, for her own. Beauty, as her father determined, was born by chance. Only the truly clever would thrive, and Jacqueline showed little promise. In a land where cold and calculated proved strength, his daughter’s appeal did little to secure a reputation. Instead, he focused his tutelage towards his other children, leaving Jacqueline to the care of the Duchess.
Under-looked and underestimated, the young fae quickly recognized the benefits of such a position. The clever pianist began to fuel her reputation as the fragile and beautiful high fae. Save for her childhood friend, Gabriel, most who came to know Jacqueline saw only her outward exterior. That was how she liked it. Usurpers, gossips, and social-climbers alike were quick to show their cards, determining Jacqueline as inconsequential. Once the young fae came of age, her father determined she be wed to advance the Night Court’s position within the realm. Despite her protests, Jacqueline followed in suit, traveling to different courts (at least, those that would welcome a high fae of the Night) to meet with prospective mates. Unknown to her father, she quietly amassed ‘friendships’ and ‘kinships’ that would provide eyes and ears into other courts. An undertaking of Jacqueline’s own mission; to prove herself worth of his praise, and of a place within Gabriel’s ranks.
To the surprise of Jacqueline, Gabriel’s ascent into High Lord granted her a most formidable title; his royal advisor. A public title that brought her father both pride, and shame. It was a triumph for the Dubois, but a correction of what he long determined; that his daughter would be nothing but a pawn in the great game. Jacqueline had, after all this time, proved herself a clever fae. Loyal to Gabriel and the protection of the Night Court, Jacqueline approaches her role with pragmatism and patience. The recent political allegiances are met with wariness from the advisor, for whom outside influence has always proved untrustworthy.
Additional Facts
True to the artistry of the Night Court, Jacqueline is a talented pianist and composer
Sibling to the Duke and/or Duchess of the Night Court
“Clever as the devil and twice as pretty.” An apt description of the advisor to the Night Court. From the outside looking in, Jacqueline’s persona is a stark contrast to the reputation of its court. The beautiful fae appears charming, delicate, and warm. But one need only look into her eyes, to see the cold and calculating nature within. Naturally manipulative, Jacqueline prides herself in catching the most poignant needs and desires of others, and using it to advance the Night Court’s place within the realm. Born and raised in the Mountains, she believes in the supremacy of her court, and believes others to be beneath their like. Despite her belief system, she maintains allies and comrades outside of her court. A purposeful move, to ensure knowledge of the ongoings within others. Despite her nature, Jacqueline is internally insecure and temperamental.
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herefortheartstayforthesexy · 9 months ago
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I pulled this from an article on that off duty female firefighters account of George Floyd’s murder and alarms went off immediately - so many things are made clear in how the cops responded to her here, a woman who’s more their peer and team mate than ANY ONE:
-They don’t believe her when she says she’s a firefighter [because she’s a woman, and someone will certainly jump in and posit that a white guy saying the same thing would get the same response from the cops but .....I really don’t think so, I think we’re kidding ourselves when we pretend that equality is our cultures norm and not segregation and actual genocide and systemic racism and obvious sexism, seen in our disregarding/discrediting/cheapening everything that is feminine, like fucking feelings😤. Those cops would have recognized themselves in another guy claiming his skill set and even if they wouldn’t have let him check George’s pulse while he was dying, they would have for SURE treated him with more respect and with the assumption that he’s telling the truth if he exhibits enough “friendly qualities” aka be white, be male, not be dressed in clothes that look ‘urban’ or homeless (because a homeless white guy is just a failure which is unamerican 🙄) qualities which are literally a result of *luck* [white, man] and superficiality+privilege [money to buy clothes that make others more comfortable]
-‘you would know better’ is a totally infantilizing tone to take with this professional woman, and ultimately she DID KNOW BETTER THAN THEM and had they let her do what she knew was right to do a person would still be alive [like, piece of shit Derek Whatever should be fucking WISHING he had listened to her in that fucking moment every day for the rest of his life, it should haunt him that he let his surrounding fucked up culture of white supremacy and male-coddling move him to murder a man over a $20 bill instead of listen to a woman, or listen to a child, or listen to someone crying, or listen to someone with no money - he should be the poster child of “yo, we white men NEED everyone else around us and we should start acting like it, NOW” that’s literally what “make space” means, because too many men need to move out of the fucking way, like “let the grown ups talk” “let them work”, “let them save lives” I am so sick of LETTING cops play action hero with real guns and imagined ‘enemies’ in their real neighbors bodies - they shouldn’t ever be working with a defense mindset, it should be “support the community”, their intentions and goals should be *sooooo feminine* and rooted in love and care and family projected onto their country at large, their home🏠=their home🌎
- If/then statements become instantly threatening when someone’s life is immediately at stake, it’s an aggressor and his buddies telling you to get out of their way, to shut the fuck up
-....”you’d know not to get involved” WHAT THE FUCK she is part of the team of emergency responders in our country and she SHOULD get involved when she sees something that she can take care of - like a man with a swollen face smashed into the ground and a blocked air pipe and weakened heart rate - that is exactly her fucking job and how she knows to do it [all stories of off-duty cops running around discharging their weapons and making arrests without wearing their uniforms - we’re supposed to be fine with that, but not when the other emergency peeps try to apply their experience?? In this case where there was no threat to anyone as George was HANDCUFFED AND LOSING CONSCIOUSNESS surrounded by three cops and a crowd upset to be watching them kill him. cops constantly demand all this respect in response to their abuse and demand that citizens suspend their logic and their fucking freedom to exist so cops can “do their jobs” and we can’t complain, we can’t protest their bad job, we can’t give them *any* attitude at any time while they harass us even if they aren’t dressed as such..... but none of these special rules apply to anyone else.... like, cops fail the golden rule from the outset 🤨
The fact that a murderer who used to make money as a cop [because to be clear, being a cop isn’t a personality trait, it signifies no goodness, no heroism, nothing more than a job, a job people do to get money, it’s not heroic to get a chunk of cash after “triaging a childs gun shot wounded leg” especially considering the violence that cause that child’s injury was propagated by the violent and militant policing of their community...so cops have literally set the stage perfectly for all their “acts of heroism”and bonus! They get bonuses/pay increases when the crimes rates are “really🤑bad” like HELLO!!!]
that these spineless men can actually rest on the defense of “it was the black mans fault that he was killed, it was the counterfeit bills callers fault, it was the crowds fault for making us nervous and being threatening to us and angry at the sight of a man being slowly murdered in front of them” - the crowd was mostly people of color, young kids, and this firefighter who made a point of staying behind because she was concerned for the safety of her black neighbors *while police were around*
😑I need fucking Queen amidala in the center of the senate saying “the people have spoken and we vote no confidence” fire all cops, tell them “we set up this new protective agency, you can apply but we cannot promise you’ll get this job, you’ll have to PROVE IT that you can even do it” because I’ve never seen men spoken to like that,
I constantly hear how women and bipoc “just need to find another job” when they are in a tough spot with bad treatment, harassment, low pay, hours, etc, (these are almost always service jobs that entertain/benefit wealthy people, like waiters, like strippers, like masseuses, like fast food workers, like cheerleaders, like maids, like nannies, the rich seem to be in this cycle of consuming without resistance for as long as they possibly can, then if/when anyone brings up how it’s kind of dangerous and there should be a better way they say “well fucking fine! Just shut it down, we didn’t even NEED it, this was a pointless job anyways so now it doesn’t exist” it’s a shitty breakup - it’s the other person responding to your valid criticism and willingness to work together to improve the relationship “well I didn’t even like you and you’re ugly so” 🙄Cool!
~Whyyyyy don’t wealthy/privileged people get called out for all their daily bridge burning??? [the answer is unfortunately because they were burning bridges with people no one cared about - like the workers of a Taco Bell, or the child of a black man murdered by cops, or a teenage girl raped by an executive who invited her to his office for “an interview” - no one tells all the many people involved in letting abuse continue not to burn bridges with their victims, with all of THOSE people, because our culture doesn’t respect them. hence #blm #metoo #transrights etc, the real theme is “we’re not white straight men” white supremacy needs to die a horrible painful, ugly, honorless, despicable death~
So the wealthy creates the job, labels it from the get go “not worthy of respect”, enjoys without consequences, abuses, pretends that it’s the fault of the worker for their pay and that they receive no respect [✨gaslighting✨]...... and when that worker decides that their dignity isn’t worth 8.25 an hour, the wealthy response is to either fire the easily replacable body whose Heath is clearly of no importance to them [if it was we’d have universal heathcare] or just erase that job entirely that serves as someone’s lifeline, their survival, because abusing vulnerable people bears no weight on their own wealthy existence, with all their options. bill gates doesn’t give a shit when a subway closes, but that subway was not only the job/livelihoods of a whole team of people who *hopefully* live nearby with their families [and not three different bus rides away in a more “diverse” neighborhood 🙄], that subway also fed the community when they wanted lunch/dinner or wanted a sandwich snack or something warm, and didn’t have the time or the ingredients or the know how or *bodily ability* to do it themselves. To so many nameless/non celebrity people, that closing is catastrophic and in some cases threatening to their life.
We dismiss little lives and simple lives so ruthlessly, a man could be perfectly happy heading a subway for 35 years if he was paid respectfully by his employer and treated respectfully by everyone [if We had a subway guy like that, we’d love him! We’d know his name and he’d know ours and our faves and our goals and we could ask how his three kids are without hanging our heads in shame knowing he makes no more than $30,000 a year as a manager which is NOT AT ALL ENOUGH for either him alone or his lovely family that he loves so much - and this hypothetical is annoying already because we shouldn’t pay people a certain amount *because they are good*, people should be paid an amount that allows them to access the things that help them and enrich them, make them happier, healthier, make *choices* that lead to goodness for sure - but we can’t fucking expect people living in poverty now to prove to us that they’ll use their money “appropriately” - it starts with us helping them up
We couldn’t let restaurants/grocery stores close during the pandemic, that alone proved that we need these people who just flip burgers and stack cans - and we need them to be well paid, and healthy and happy
it is always those vulnerable individuals responsibility to find a new employer, not for structures of power to end discriminatory practices and mistreatment [uwu, too hard, thanks for making this laziness in our leaders possible white supremacy! It’s going so great😒] I’d like for white male cops to feel that vulnerability FOR ONCE [even just in conversation, even in a hypothetical] and have to consider winning a new job, and winning it based on actual merit and skill, not the fact that their fellow white dude bosses feel most comfortable with them in the locker room 🙄
if the larger portion of the community that doesn’t subscribe to white supremacy has no confidence in the men and women whose jobs it is to protect them and ‘serve justice’ then we need to adjust, not throw more money at the privileged, brainwashed fuck ups and say “here’s more money to be less monstrous” I really don’t get why anyone is surprised these tiny, insignificant, performative measures don’t result in any positive change - because we’re not tackling the actual issues and unfortunately for dipshits, *racism/sexism/classism* is the entire issue that needs to be handled - the issue is simply that some humans don’t think another group of humans deserve their respect [and I don’t want to hear that that’s how the animal kingdom works because fuck that, we’re thinking and *feeling* humans and that places us on a higher plane of existence and potential - to not know that we’re better than *this* is so fucking offensive, and we can’t keep moving as slowly as white straight ass holes, everything is on fire]
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beautifulperson007 · 10 months ago
#ConnectionsOfCare #BeMajestic #HarryAndMeghanAndMore
While the world still turns, I want to pause and say that yet another lesson of faith, race, racism, class, colorism and exclusion has caused more people to pay attention. Yes there are other stories that are valuable and ignored, this saddens me and doesn’t have to be.
Most decent people like to know if something unkind or unfair is fixable, why isn’t it fixed? The story of Harry and Meghan began long before either one really knew. Like many people in crisis of faith, sometimes that first No is frightening and dangerous. The problems of fulfilling roles that are ill-fitted for joy is that it can sap folks’ hope.
Any person who said yes to a situation that continues to drain them can resonate with the idea and act of saying: I both want and need to do something different and differently. Last year many people (self included) suffered immensely through 2020 and experienced the death of something or someone/many someones and close connections..even the erasure of things we took for granted like chatting and hugging one another without trepidation.
For me, I need to see signs of winning happen to and for people dismissed because they are biracial (Black enough for some not Black enough for others) or the youngest or not following protocols of expectations just so other people get to approve of how two grown people live. I needed and need conversations that have ears with with warm hearts attached—to empathize with the feelings of Black Women without diluting the experience of Biracial women who may not fully understand or ever knew to desire how race and color impact perception, privilege and even feelings of isolation or feeling ill-fitted for their child and adult experiences. A person doesn’t choose their parents at birth. They live in the world they know until that world brings about a situation/s to have them reconsider, renounce or find renewal through new insight. Willingness can help the willing.
Meghan and I share the fact that we both were blessed to have a Black mother. The other things are unsimilar except the right and desire to have our sanity and call out toxicity in any form even amongst people who we thought or hoped cared for our safety and existence.
I will add that not only are there people who are racist and white who vibe hatred, there’s aloofness, extreme unkindness, hatred and the mimicking of white supremacy behavior by Black and Brown people which vibes clearly anti Blackness. Many have start out in the language of wokeness but despise interracial relationships, Black women and Black women who are considered visually ambiguous or easy to be festishized because of light complexion and associated with exoticism are either pressed to prove their Black or other ethnic value while remembering their white or higher honored ethnic identity (There’s a scale. It says things like: We’re the bi-product of two or more cultures and there’s a designation I must lift up as exceptional when I need to make a power move) - Acceptance, deception and rejection are some uncomfortable family members and mirror partners.
If I add trans women, that spins into yet another dismissive and chronicled hatefest (even as current as today on the Ebony Magazine fb page I read an article that I confess sounded totally made up to create an atmosphere of hate surrounding a woman who confessed she was born genetically male but in a dilemma that her husband of four years wanting children but not knowing she couldn’t bare children because she didn’t share her origin story — the kinds of vitriol there was frightening). On the flip side, a wonderful promotion of a Black person to host a show on BET becoming the first Trans non binary host, was a reminder that everyday people have find their way to one location on their hope road. There’s a long story of people in the LGBTQIA love circle who know the pain of harm and exclusion. I would be remiss to not mention their value. I do not speak for for this community but I hold them in respect as I learn more about God sized love for neighbors and strangers.
There’s so much we can do to make life better by remembering that people who are historically in danger and heartbreak and injustice—as applicable - they/we deserve the same joy especially if it only requires you and I to not be intentional harmful, ignorant and or dismissive.
Like Barbara Streisand’s song classic: People who need people are the luckiest people in the world.
That’s helpful to remember and act upon: The idea that people are valuable, and royal by design.
#GodsMasterpieces Humanity in many more ways than noted above are majestically connected.
- Alicia M Pitterson
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militantinremission · a year ago
Time 4 Real Talk
The World has responded to the 'New Age' Lynching of George Floyd. The man lived a simple Life, but in Death, he was celebrated on a scale that matched James Brown's Homegoing; possibly a testament to his wealth of Spirit. His Death was horrible, but his Legacy is already bearing fruit. All four Officers involved in his death have been charged, & a National Spotlight has been trained on American Police Tactics.
It's very interesting to see how the 'Powers that Be' go about the business of shifting a narrative. Group Organizers have 'The Masses' calling for Police Reform, but they are missing the point. Police Officers aren't 'The Problem', they're only following protocol. Some Officers are more aggressive than others, but Society has allowed an acceptable range of violence when it comes to Black America. It's cool that Whitefolk (& some POC) have learned the phrase 'Systemic Racism', but that is just a byproduct. The phrase they should become acquainted w/, is White Supremacy.
The System of White Supremacy, is the true Dragon that needs to be slayed. News Flash: America is not a Democracy- It's a Capitalist Republic. A Republic built on the blood & bones of Black/ Indigenous (Copper Toned Aborigines) People that depends on their continued disenfranchisement. White Privilege, can be viewed as a method of wealth distribution & social autonomy. Modern day Law Enforcement Officers were assembled to uphold the racist principles (State & Federal Laws) that keep Blackfolk in that space between Human Being & untamed Animal.
White Privilege doesn't guarantee Whitefolk an escape from adversity. The wealthy White Class, classically called WASPs (White Anglo- Saxon Protestants), wanted poor Whites to take solace in the fact that no matter how bad Life gets for them, they will always be above Blackfolk. A lot of programming went into making this a reality, & Americans either have selective memory, or incredibly short memory spans... Now we are not so naive that we are blind to the fact that Law Enforcement Agencies exist to protect Corporate Interests, while The Military exists to expand Corporate Interests.
What we are saying, is that while the multiple Ethnic Groups that make up America compete w/ each other for a higher spot on the Food Chain, they All agree that Black America belongs on The Bottom. Nothing is absolute, so we know that we have always had allies; i'm just pointing out that each Federally Mandated attack on Black America, since the Hayes- Tilden Compromise (aka 'The Great Betrayal') of 1876 has been sanctioned by the (collective) silence of White America. They for the most part, stuck their heads in the sand, when it regarded the plight of Black America.
Schools featured books like "Uncle Tom's Cabin" & "Huckleberry Finn", Theaters ran 'Minstrel Shows' for nearly 100Yrs- even the modern day clown can be traced to Minstrel (Black faced) performers that mocked emancipated Slaves that traveled the rails in tattered clothes (i.e. Hobos). All of these images allowed the typical American to have little to no compassion for Us before The Civil Rights Movement. Television Cameras were as instrumental in that 'Revolt', as Phone Cameras are in this current one. Back then, Southern Whites were the mean villains in The Story, just as Police Officers are today. Northerners gasped in astonishment @ the atrocities being done in plain sight.
Then a funny thing happened- attention to Black Oppression shifted to Northern Cities. The Black Codes were here as well. We were Redlined into industrial areas, far away from the white picket fences. Blackfolk took to the Streets, & Northern Whites weren't so supportive anymore. Blue Collar Workers felt that Black migration North was jeopardizing their job security. 1968 brought 'The Great Exodus'- White Democrats in Northern States, particularly in the current Rust Belt States fled en mass to the Republican Party.
Ronald Reagan read the tea leaves as well then, as Donald Trump does now, & acted on White America's 'collective vibe' of That's enough for Black America... [*Note: Joe Biden embodied this sentiment literally up to the point when he joined the Obama Ticket in 2008]. Reagan, like Trump, pushed a Conservative Agenda that starved the Middle Class & rewarded Corporate Elites. Donald Trump became a rock star during this time. Reagan blamed the Recession he caused on Black Welfare Cheats & 'Bleeding Heart Liberals'; Trump blames Barack Obama's policies. Joe Biden was a prominent player in Reagan Era Legislation. By his own admission, he had a hand in every Anti- Crime Law on the books since 1976. Each Law played a role in systematically destroying Black Families; together, they decimated a generation of Black Men.
The Conservative Agenda for Black America was pretty clear- 'No Soup for you!' They never hid their intent. Liberals on the other hand, preached a brand of Coalition Politics that required Black Votes, but advanced a non- Black 'Minority' Agenda. The focus was on: White Women, White LGBTQ..., People of Color, & Black Women- in that order. Black Men were targeted by the Liberal Party's 'Tough On Crime' Legislation. Mandatory Minimum Sentencing kept Black Men out of Society, & Felony Convictions ensured they would have a hard time getting back in. Middle Class Black Communities were hit as hard as White Communities, but White Families were able to weather the hardship as a Family Unit; Black Women were forced to assume the roles of Mother & Father, in the face of rising drug & gang activity .
Its pretty awesome to see so many people of different ethnicities & social backgrounds coming together to protest Racism in general, & Anti- Black Racism specifically. Black America has been oppressed by White Supremacy for 400Yrs & counting; We need more than justice, We need to be indemnified- made whole. It's a total insult for the American Gov't to tell Us 'No' to Reparations, after watching European Jews, & Japanese receive payment for far less than we endured. An even bigger insult, is this notion that ALL 'Afrikan Americans', & Native Americans should get a share of what is specifically owed to Us. American Descendants of (Chattal) Slavery (ADOS) are a specific group w/ a specific need. No one else shares Our experience in America.
This plays into the White Supremacist view that whatever we give to Black America, we can give to Everyone else. This is how Affirmative Action Programs for Black Americans became Diversity Initiatives for 'Minorities'. It's no surprise that the Immigration Act was passed the same Year that the Civil Rights Law went into effect. White Supremacy thrives on the misfortune of Black People. America has used immigration as a weapon for over 150Yrs to slow any progress in the Black/ ADOS Community. They have not been able to kill Us off, so they are perpetually watering down Our overall percentage of the population.
Immigrants are offered Grants & Services that are denied to Black America/ ADOS. Immigrant Enclaves in Cities & Suburbia are thriving, while Black Communities are starved of resources, leaving them vulnerable to 'gentrification'- modern day Homesteading. These same Immigrants set up Stores in Black Communities, where they are welcomed, but Blackfolk are critiqued when we enter these Immigrant Communities- much like the way we are, when we enter White areas.
The Black- Brown Alliance sounds heart warming, but honestly, most use this 'Alliance' to profit off Black Effort & Dollars. A lot of these people identified as 'White' on past Census rolls. 50Yrs ago, Black Men were the focus of that attention; today, it's Black Women. Divide & Conquer is a tried & true weapon of White Supremacy. Black America flounders because of the inner conflict instigated by this method over the Centuries. I'm aware that every group had to endure this assault, but Black America is the one target that Everyone else seems to agree on exploiting. There's no hiding from this.
While i'm happy to see multicultural crowds globally protesting anti- Black racism, I can't help but wonder how far will support go? If We judge by past acts, not far enough. Resources are necessary, & Society has a limit to how much it's willing to spend on Black Problems, before extending those same resources to Everyone else. Politicians talk about Equality, but never about Equity. To be honest, Black America only needs to be left alone. Our Story is one of perpetual 'Arrested Development'. Black Codes, Klan violence, Jim Crow, Redlining, Imminent Domain, & Benign Neglect created the current State of Black America. So called 'Empowerment or Opportunity Zones' are disingenuous @ best... I'm not sure what Society will do, but one thing is certain- as Black America goes, so will the Black Diaspora.
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fmdjoosung · a year ago
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【✧】━━━━ ♥ a p a r t m e n t    o n e    a e s t h e t i c ♥ ━━━━【✧】
sung lives in element’s dorms. he does. i swear. he also just Happens to have a vacation home that Happens to be rented by his beautiful boyfriend @fmddaisuke. and it just so happens he’s infiltrated the space with his sung-isms. mainly, that’s having the apartment be a mix of pink and black, as a mixture of their two styles, including in aki’s food and water bowls. when choosing styling, daisuke’s only wishes were that there be an open living space with a lot of windows, and some place that he could decompress. so, taking that into account, and what he knows of his bf’s minimalistic taste, he tried his best to mix modern style with homey comfort.
living spaces are less cluttered than his general style, more sleek, and instead livened up by some brighter colors, pillows, and family photos (and the slightly hidden overt love declarations in the reading nook). as the baseline of the apartment would have been more simple and white toned, the pair (mainly daisuke while sung sits back and watches with a drink in hand) have adjusted to fit their style and needs, such as changing lighting fixtures or repainting counters.
the main bedroom is split, pretty unevenly, between sung’s side and daisuke’s side. this is where their stark difference in style comes fully into play. daisuke’s side is minimal as can be, slim, black, modern, straight to the point, with maybe One sentimental object to keep him warm at night. the bed, though it doesn’t look like it from the screenshot, is a direct combination of their styles. the bedframe and sheets of the bed are black and grey, while sung has added decorative pillows, and sometimes a nice bed end blanket, for when they have company.
on his ‘side’, though, that’s where it gets... very sung. he wakes up to his bear-holding-a-clock alarm, and warms his toes on a heart themed soft rug. if he wanted to stay in bed, he could easily reach down to grab a book from the pile underneath his nightstand, but if not, he’d stand up to face his Wall. on it, there would mostly be photos and polaroids/pseudo polaroids of him and his family and friends. and, because he’s a stan, he Does have idol posters of his faves. in these screenshots, it’s knight and wish, and though he would cycle through different posters, there would always be one wish poster. he also has plentiful photos of himself and his element members, here represented by the photos on the far right. and to give it all structure, he’d string up fairy lights.
the fairy lights would continue, as he’d patter past his heart rug to a ridged pink rug, and his storage area. behind the fairy lights, short, see through, pink curtains line the wall. below them, a shelf, with a stuffed toy of one of sung’s favorite pokemon, jigglypuff. a candle, for The Good Smell, some more books, and a polaroid. below that sits a dresser under a desk, where some of his clothes go, as well as some of his stuffed animals. dude has a lot. there’s also a polaroid sitting on the desk, because it’s likely he has a lot of em, too. to the right of that is a semi-proper dresser, home to more book, and the fan items he wants to Show Off. unsurprisingly, it’s mainly wish. five of his wish albums, three wish lightsticks, a wish handfan, a wish photoreel, and a fuse calendar. i really needed to stress what a massive wish fan he is, but lbh, he’d also have byul albums up there too.
and against the wall, a massive unit used only for storage, holds more books, more stuffed animals, and more fan content. i only downloaded a few packs from one creator, so there isn’t much variety (here it’s twice, exo, shinee(duh gotta rep somehow), kard, a little suju, and a little winner) but let it be known he has albums from all yall bitches. he’d also like to display albums from his friends. from what i had, i went with a @durifmd album and a @fmdjoohwan album. also in the element album pile, peep the @fmdyujin photocard on top. yusung supremacy always. also a calendar with his face on it, bc i thought that was funny, but let’s be honest it’d probably be an ash calendar.
and that’s all for this part. hopefully the next part won’t have so many words. if you made it through all of this, bless you
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blondeblackwidow · 2 years ago
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surefire ( poe x ofc x kylo ) AO3
II. Kylo - read part one here
a/n: very internal monologue heavy on kylos end, but hey, he’s got things to internally monologue about. next chapter is our girl Amicea who I have “casted” as Emilia Clarke in her role of Daenerys from GOT, i’ve taken some inspiration from that roll, but i’m hoping not too much. I forgot too, this is pre TFA so kylo is pretty conflicted here as the dark side is new to him. Enjoy!
wc: 1228
tw: none, just kylo being kylo
tags: @treestarrrrrrrr​
II. Kylo
On board the Supremacy, Kylo feels unease. People scramble out of his path without him even sparing a glance. He thinks that this is what power feels like, he thinks that this is the way to restoring what came before and righting the wrongs he has faced. While he creates unease around him, this ship is the one place where he feels closest to what a home should be.
“Prepare my ship.” He orders to a nearby lower officer. He’s heard unsettling rumors about his bride to be, and he intends to settle them himself. On the way down to the planets surface, he thinks of his mother. His intended, Amie- No, Amer- no, Amicea, that’s it, reminds him so much of her, and it drives him up a wall, and opens the gaping canyon that is his conflict by at least ten feet every time she speaks.
But all this thinking does nothing to prepare him for the sight of her. She’s sitting in the lesser of the two throne rooms, on a beige stone bench, reading. Her attire has changed since he last saw her. She’s abandoned her white gown for a black one, draping across her sides. He almost thinks its poetic, how she's abandoned her light for the black. He almost thinks its funny, because he can tell the black dress doesn’t mean she’s convinced of the order, almost like how his mask can hide his own uncertainties. Just almost though. 
“Your Majesty.” He addressed her, he didn’t bow, and he could hear his mother's incessant nagging in the back of his mind. 
“Your excellency.” She stood, and set her book on the bench beside her. “I heard you were on your way down.” She smirked, she still looked at him with distrust, and Kylo realizes she is less of a fool than her advisers make her out to be. The last time he was here, he saw her with others, she was warm and welcoming. Her family sigil is a bright phoenix, and around her handmaidens and friends, they seemed to be wrapped in the bird’s fire. But to him, he felt like a shriveled flower in the winter, waiting for the sun to drape over him. He longed for something of substance, not just the empty that the Supreme Leader expected of him.
“I’ve heard unsettling rumors.” He began, he thought he saw her eyes roll but that could’ve been the light, or at least that’s what he was going to tell himself. “About a visit you received from a New Republic pilot.” 
“Ah yes, Commander Dameron.” He was taken aback by her honesty. She was hiding a smile, that same smile that bathed others in love, the smile he wished he knew. She began to walk to a small table with wine glasses. “He came to beg me not to marry you. Wine?” She offered. Kylo stumbled, he expected lies.
“No, thank you.” He was thankful for the mask in these moments. “Why is that?” He watched as she picked up her glass. 
“We’re old friends, and he’s loyal to the New Republic.” She shrugged and took a drink. There was more to that answer, but Kylo knew not to push, at least not for now. She sat back down at a table in the corner, and gestured for him to join her. He obliged and sat across from the young queen. “Is that all, Commander Ren?” 
“Yes.” He made eye contact with her. They were blue, like the calm seas of Chandrila, where he was born, no, he stopped himself, where Ben Solo was born. Ben Solo is dead. He reminded himself. “Do you have anything for me, Your Majesty?” 
“No, but if you’d like, you can join us for dinner tonight, it’ll be a private affair, just my closest advisers and you.” She leaned towards him in her chair. “It’ll be terribly boring but I’m willing to bet the foods better down here.” She joked, and a smile spread across her face. She was trying. 
“I will have to make sure I’m not needed on the Supremacy. But that sounds nice.” Ben smiled under his mask. She stood, and smoothed her skirt. He stood as well, he knew at the very least that was the respectful thing to do. 
“I’ll see you at dinner then, Commander.” She turned to make her exit.
“Majesty.” He bid goodbye, and he bowed his head ever so slightly. He thought she was all the way around and she hadn’t noticed. But she did. 
Kylo was shown to a set of rooms to make a private transmission to the Supreme Leader. He took his mask off, and laid it at his feet, and bent at the knee as the hologram came alive.
“What news do you bring?” The beast growled at him.
“She was contacted by the pilot, she didn’t seem to know he’s pledged himself to the Rebels.” Kylo said as fast as he could, like a beaten dog preparing for the lashing. 
Snoke paused. “What else, my apprentice?” 
“She’s invited me to stay for her private dinner.” His voice shook when he said it, he cleared his throat and held his breath. 
“Good..” The Supreme Leader croaked. “We need her to trust you. To follow you. Go to her measly dinner. We need you two wed.” 
“Yes Supreme Leader.” He bowed his head, sensing an end to the conversation, he began to place his helmet back on. 
“She must not know the truth about herself before she is yours.” With that, the Leader was gone, and Kylo let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He began to wander around the private rooms he had been given, they were covered in colorful art. His black robes created such a contrast and he felt like he didn’t belong in a place so full of light. He didn’t feel he belonged anywhere, but at least aboard the ships, he could blend in, and look the part of the menacing commander. He walked to the edge of the room, just before the balcony. He’s sweating, and he hasn’t stepped outside. It's still early autumn on Adrora, and the sun is still burning as hot as ever. He knew their summers were short, but the heat was enough for full planet’s cycle.
He turns into the bedroom, and there’s things folded on the bed. He picks them up with gloved hands and realizes what they are. Men’s clothes. Black still, but made of much lighter fabric, the matching trousers folded neatly under. He toys with the idea, and eventually decides to change. He picks up a handwritten note that falls from the stack.
While I understand the statement, I’m afraid you’re a bit overdressed. I’ll see you at dinner. - a
He runs his hand over the writing a few times, and folds the note, hiding it in the helmet he decides to leave behind tonight. He keeps his saber clipped to his belt, and heads for the door to the hall. He runs a hand through his black hair a few times, trying to keep it tamed. Kylo stares in the mirror. He feels like Ben Solo, and he should be discouraging it. 
But surrounded by so much color, he thinks maybe it’s not such a bad thing for right now. 
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“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴.” - Margaret Atwood, Moral Disorder and Other Stories
“𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘵. 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘪𝘵. 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵.” - Geraldine Page
“𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦...𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘐 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥.” - Veronica Roth, Allegiant
“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦.” - Daniel C.L
“𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.” -  L.R. Knost, Two Thousand Kisses a Day
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NAME: Molly Elizabeth Weasley née Prewett NICKNAMES: Mol, Mollywobbles (only by Arthur) AGE: Thirty-one BIRTHDAY: October 1st, 1949 GENDER: cis female PRONOUNS: she/her
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MOTHER: Iolanthe Prewett FATHER: Darius Prewett SIBLINGS: Fabian & Gideon Prewett SPOUSE: Arthur Weasley CHILDREN: William ‘Bill’ Weasley (9), Charles ‘Charlie’ Weasley (7), Percy Weasley (4), Fred & George Weasley (twins, 2), Unnamed sixth child.
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FACE CLAIM: Gugu Mbatha-Raw BUILD: Fairly short stature, average build. Currently seven months pregnant. HAIR: Short, tight ringlets. HAIR COLOR: Dark brown. EYE COLOR: Dark brown. SKIN COLOR: Brown. DOMINANT HAND: Right. ANOMALIES: Stretch marks on her stomach from her six pregnancies, particularly with the twins. Though she has healed some of these with magic, she prefers not to do so, she earned them, after all.  SCENT: Various cooking spices, rose scented soap, and honey. ACCENT: English. ALLERGIES: Lobster, though she’s never tried eating it and so isn’t aware. DISORDERS: None. FASHION: Dresses mainly in muggle clothing -- finds robes too formal and restrictive. Dresses for comfort rather than for style, often looking like she’s just thrown whatever she could find on before leaving the house, but somehow manages to pull this off. NERVOUS TICS: Talks too much, about anything that comes into her mind. Paces back and forth, can’t sit still. Frets over other people, to the point of becoming an annoyance. QUIRKS: Constantly muttering (and swearing) under her breath. Insists on everything being done a certain way. Checks the locks twice before going to bed. Can guess the exact time with surprising accuracy. 
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RESIDES: The Burrow BORN: St Mungo’s Hospital, London RAISED: Falmouth, West Country PETS: Grew up with a family owl, Uric. Currently has a family post owl, Errol.  CAREER: Former OB/GYN healer at St Mungo’s hospital, currently a stay at home mother, and homeschooling her children.  EXPERIENCE: E grade N.E.W.Ts in transfiguration and defence against the dark arts, O grade N.E.W.Ts in herbology, charms, and potions. Entered healer training program after graduating from Hogwarts, and chose to specialise in OB/GYN healing magic. Made her way through the ranks and eventually became head of the department before retiring after the birth of her second child, Charlie. Now works as a homemaker and homeschooling her children. EMPLOYER: Unemployed.
POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Neutral (Order sympathetic). BELIEFS: The Prewett children were always raised to be skeptical of the blood supremacy  MISDEMEANORS: None. Was once almost caught sneaking back into Hogwarts at 5:00am, but she managed to make it back to the dormitories and only had to face the wrath of the Fat Lady while Arthur was apprehended by the caretaker at the time. FELONIES: None. DRUGS: Marijuana, back in the day. Wouldn’t even touch the stuff now. SMOKES: Absolutely not. Thinks it’s a filthy habit and gets angry whenever Arthur even mentions it as part of his work. ALCOHOL: Occasionally, not as often as she did before she had children. DIET: Very good, and a variety of different cuisines. Molly has always loved to cook, she finds it comforting and loves the joy that her food can bring to the faces of those she loves. As a result, the Weasleys (and anybody else who comes to visit) are fed very well, a nice balanced diet, taking inspiration from a number of sources.
PHOBIAS: The deaths of her friends and family. HOBBIES: Cooking, baking, knitting, used to play Quidditch and though she hasn’t in years, would likely still be very good if she were to get on a broomstick and try it out. TRAITS: { + }: nurturing, compassionate, assertive { - }: stubborn, domineering, self-righteous
𝖋 𝖆 𝖛 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘
LOCATION: The Burrow SPORTS TEAM: Chudley Cannons GAME: Wizard Chess, though she has recently been introduced to a muggle game that Arthur learned about at work called Monopoly, and quite enjoys this, too.  MUSIC: Celestina Warbeck. MOVIES: Doesn’t watch them. FOOD: This lamb stew she learned how to make from her mother, it’s delicious and it reminds her of home. BEVERAGE: Camomile tea. COLOR: The lighter shades of orange.
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ALUMNI HOUSE: Gryffindor WAND (length, flexibility, wood, & core): 10″, English Oak, quite inflexible, unicorn hair core. AMORTENTIA: Cooking food, old wood, and her husband’s cologne. PATRONUS: Bear. BOGGART: The corpses of her family.
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MORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good These characters have a strong moral character. Truth, honor, and the welfare of others is all-important. They are convinced that order and laws are absolutely necessary to assure that goodness prevails. Lawful good beings will not want to lie or cheat anyone, good or evil. They will not stand for treachery and will not let obviously dishonorable people use their own honor against them, if they can help it. They will obey the laws and customs of the area that they are in, but will attempt to find legal loopholes to disobey a law which is clearly evil or unjust. MBTI: ESFJ-A MBTI ROLE: The Consul (Assertive) Consuls love to be of service, enjoying any role that allows them to participate in a meaningful way, so long as they know that they are valued and appreciated. This is especially apparent at home, and Consuls make loyal and devoted partners and parents. Consul personalities respect hierarchy, and do their best to position themselves with some authority, at home and at work, which allows them to keep things clear, stable and organised for everyone. ENNEAGRAM: Type Two ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Helper Twos are empathetic, sincere, and warm-hearted. They are friendly, generous, and self-sacrificing, but can also be sentimental, flattering, and people-pleasing. They are well-meaning and driven to be close to others, but can slip into doing things for others in order to be needed. They typically have problems with possessiveness and with acknowledging their own needs. At their Best: unselfish and altruistic, they have unconditional love for others. TEMPERAMENT: Choleric-Sanguine The Choleric-Sanguine combination is driven by two temperament needs. The primary need is to get results. The secondary need is to be accepted socially. Either need may dominate their behavior depending on the requirements of the situation. The Choleric and Sanguine natural tendencies combine to produce a result-oriented person who needs to be around people socially some of the time. This combination naturally likes being the leader and is often an executive. WESTERN ZODIAC: Libra People born under the sign of Libra are peaceful, fair, and they hate being alone. Partnership is very important for them, as their mirror and someone giving them the ability to be the mirror themselves. These individuals are fascinated by balance and symmetry, they are in a constant chase for justice and equality, realizing through life that the only thing that should be truly important to themselves in their own inner core of personality. This is someone ready to do nearly anything to avoid conflict, keeping the peace whenever possible CHINESE ZODIAC: Ox Oxen are the hard workers in the background, intelligent and reliable, but never demanding praise. Oxen are honest and earnest. They are low key and never look for praise or to be the center of attention. This often hides their talent, but they’ll gain recognition through their hard work. They will never surrender to fate and rarely think of choosing an alternative. This no doubt leads to a life of struggles. But no matter what, they will walk down the road they choose until the end. Despite this stubbornness, they think and react quickly. PRIMAL SIGN: Elephant Determined, romantic, and idealistic, those born under the sign of the Elephant are concerned with hard work, fairness, and intellectual pursuits. Like their animal namesake, members of this sign have strong bonds with family and close friends that overrides nearly every other concern. Generous, diplomatic, and (mostly) peaceful, Elephants guide their daily activities with a focus on the future as well as a work-hard / play-hard attitude. TAROT CARD: The Tower, The Chariot TV TROPES: Mama Bear Apron Matron Determinator Former Teen Rebel SONGS:  I Will, Mitski When the Day Met the Night, Panic! at the Disco Home, Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeroes Landslide, Fleetwood Mac All This and Heaven Too, Florence + The Machine Canyon Moon, Harry Styles
IDEOLOGIES: There’s no problem that can’t be solved over a home cooked meal. Not all acts of heroism are remarkable. All children are born with goodness inside them. It’s sometimes okay to put those you love over the greater good. Family is the most important thing.
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