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hikarry · 3 months

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I'm a big apologist of Aziraphale/Wilde for jealous Crowley reasons and I do wish there were more fanfics about the topic. Or even not about Wilde, just the men in the gentleman's club. Crowley was supposedly asleep at the time but he is clever, he would figure it out somehow (memorabilia Aziraphale keeps in the bookshop, for example) but I don't think he would really bring it up. He would be jealous in silence.

On the other hand, I'm also an apologist of Crowley/Da Vinci. It's not everyone that has a bloody sketch of the Mona Lisa with the message "For my friend, Antonio" or something along those lines (I think it was written in Italian? I can't remember anymore). And Crowley has kept it in pristine condition for centuries!

By now, everyone knows Leo was queer, yes? Fantastic.

Crowley is attracted to art like music and statues, but you know what else? Engineering! Because he used to be a Star-Maker, and what was Leo besides an amazing artist? An engineer! Do you really think Crowley wouldn't be attracted as hell by his inventions? Especially the flying machine?

Now, with the idea that they knew each other and probably spent a lot of time together in the workshop and drinking and what not...well, have you looked at Crowley? He's gorgeous! And artists are attracted to pretty things. My headcanon is that Leo painted Crowley at least once.

Now, a good story would be if the painting was lost in time and eventually found and it made a tour through the best museums and made a stop in London, eventually.

Aziraphale would be excited, Crowley would be curious, and they would go together.

When they arrive in front of the painting Crowley goes very still and Aziraphale gasps.

"But! But that's you!"

"Mhnn eh how would I know? Plenty of red heads back then in Italy, I assure you."

Aziraphale points at the picture.

"I would recognize that face anywhere, Crowley!"

"Aw, angel, would you? What a flatterer."

"That's not the point! This painting...this painting is gorgeous. But aren't you a bit too...au naturel?"

"Agh, eh, I mean. Plenty of semi nude paintings to go around from that era."

"Yes, but in that case the artist and the muse were quite close." Gasp. "Anthony J Crowley, you had a...a thing with Leonardo Da Vinci?! While I was in Spain?!"

"Ngk. I wouldn't call it a thing. More like...a tiny thing."

So yeah, while Crowley is jealous on the inside, Aziraphale (especially if they were already in a relationship) would be very obvious about it and very vocal. Even petty if we want to go down that route.

"Please, angel, you've been avoiding me for 2 days."

"I refused to be kissed with the same lips that kissed Da Vinci."

"Oh yeah? What about your 'friend' Oscar Wilde?!"

Aziraphale gasps and blushes.

"Why the hell would you bring Wilde into this conversation?!"

Crowley steps closer.

"I know exactly what you did with him back in the 1800s. And yet I never complained did I?"

"...since when?"

"The 40s."

"And you never told me you knew?!"

"Because I don't care! I mean, I do, it hurt a little. A lot. But I got over it. That was a century ago, Aziraphale. And I have you now, don't I? I won in the end."

Sorry, I easily get sidetracked. My point is: more Crowley/Da Vinci fanfic or even art are needed.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #david tennant #anthony j crowley #michael sheen

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hg-aneh · 6 months

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will you ever come back, or is this an indefinite hiatus/straight up dipping?

i don't know

all the i miss yous are making me want to come back but ik i would just be terrified and motionless as soon as i do

Vent-ish Rant downstairs

CW: Pedophilia, Antisemitism, Suicide, Ableism, Harassment, Bullying, all the important words except for murder basically

i want to fix things in private with the people who hurt me so things can be okay and I don't out them for being wieners

but i also want everyone to know who hurt me, yet I'm aware it's not the right choice to make. social media outrage barely leads to anything, specially where minors are concerned

hell,now that i think about it, considering the fact that they genuinely don't believe people older than them are allowed to have feelings, I don't even think talking would be the right move

it's scary, its fucking scary

fuck. the whole thing started with a person mocking the way i spoke about crowley telling me to stop babying him because i was a legal adult and shouldn't be speaking like that

i had just turned 18 and the person was only a year younger than me

like when it's gone to that point and shit is that fucked up, what can one person even do

i remember i laughed about it back then but truth be told, every single little thing I've been told and that I've listened to coming from the people who hurt me has fucking destroyed me as a person

I looked at my older Discord messages, from before this whole mess started. I was so fucking happy and shameless with my joy, now look at my sorry ass

i just.

it's crazy that i have to go around masking in social media of all places because there are people that take such offense to me being cringe that they legitimately turn into high school mean girls

it's crazy that there are people who claim I'm something i am not because they want to make me look bad in the eyes of their little circlejerking friend groups so they can feel like the hero of the story

it's crazy that empathy goes completely out of the window when an account is big, that people don't see human beings as human beings when they're behind a screen

"just log off lol" i am a lonely shut in motherfucker due to my autism (that, surprise surprise, hinders my ability to socialize), you do not understand what you're asking of me, specially while being in this country and at this point in time where I'm actively craving to kick the metaphorical bucket, at daily risk of doing so, and what basically is house arrest for my own safety and well being

(aka, avoiding to physically yeet myself into upcoming traffic or buying something to actually seal the deal)

thus far I've been accused of antisemitism, pedophilia, being too self-centered (which. bro, the reason why i talk about myself is because it's the one thing i can comment on without being scared of some random person coming to tell me "NuH uH" about it out of nowhere or worse, having their feelings hurt because I don't agree with them 100%), proshipper (which, to those people, the word implies wonderful labels such as "incest apologist" "pedophile" (again) "abuse endorser" among other things) ((sidenote, I'm on neither side on that particular discourse. my friends from both sides know this. I would elaborate on my stance if this wasn't already long enough, but it is, so I'm leaving it at an "I don't care, you do you, but please leave me out of it")), being... mean... because i blocked someone...? (this one is just. that's how the second wave of hate started btw. yeah, because i blocked someone. holy fuck), and there's probably a handful of other things I haven't seen yet. fuck it, there's probably someone out there calling me a zoophile because of my catboy au

My friends who I will not name because I don't want the high school mean girls crusade to get to them, have helped me stash out evidence for all of the accusations and bullying.

fuck, they were the ones who let me know about it on the first place, both actions for which i am eternally thankful for because it means I can defend myself properly should the occasion arise (dios no quiera)

I've already had to make a post on Xitter responding to the antisemitism and pedophilia claims, in which, for the latter, i had to reveal extremely personal information for the people who started this to give me respite if only for a while

and. ugh

What I'm trying to get at with all of this is. it's. coming back is scary. i want to but at the same time I don't think I can take this shit anymore

I wish I had people defending me like this when the harassment started because I'm a spineless little bitch who'd rather talk things out and at least be neutral with people than clap back and tell them to stop being stinky

but what's done is done and now i just gotta figure out how to fix my head before i do something stupid

this is not the full story obviously, I'm cutting off certain details as well as more personal depression stuff to not make this bible longer than it already is

fuck

TLDR: I need a hug, idk if I'm coming back, I probably will cuz I can't say no to people, and some teenagers are horrible

#aneh answers #aneh cries #sorry this is so desorganized and scattered #never been too good at writing #and to clarify #no im not outing the shitheads #i just feel like theres no way to fix things anymore #theyre far too... words #ngh

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fueledbysano · 2 years

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𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 sano manjiro

you were supposed to have a sleepover with your best friend, but end up right across the hall— in her brother's bedroom.

♱ pairing: mikey x fem!reader

♱ content/warnings: MATURE. high sexual tension, virginity loss, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, soft sex w mikey ♡

♱ a/n: a lil late but happy birthday to our short king, the loml, and our babyboy.

𓆩♡𓆪 for my favorite manjiro lovers, @manjiroscum @blueparadis @saturnandhope @munsonsins @domineer @dearmanjiro @tokrxv and all you mikey apologists and loyalists muah <3

At this point, you already know your way around the Sano household by heart. How could you not when your best friend, Emma is very welcoming with your visits. From casual after school hang outs to sleepovers, you can consider this house your second home from how often you came over.

But she's not the only person in the house who welcomes you oh so warmly. Emma has three fine brothers— all of whom are gang leaders and you just happen to catch the eye of the youngest one, Mikey.

He picked up a habit of slinging an arm over your shoulders in greeting everytime you come over, often because he liked the way you react to his touch; may it be a cute yelp, or a sweet smile.

Emma, however, shoo's and yells at him to “annoy his own friends” everytime Mikey interrupts your plans. This is something you've grown accustomed to and didn't mind at all, as you personally find Mikey cute. How could you not when you always see him so cozy and adorable?

The first time you saw him in a fit tank top and sweatpants had your insides churning and heart pulsating on the spot. He soon started to pick up on the time of your visits, and he'd discard the top altogether and purposely leave the door to his room open, leaving you the opportunity to take a glimpse of each other anytime.

And oh, that one night, you got more than just a glimpse.

Pouring yourself a glass of water in front of the fridge, you felt someone's warmth replace the cold. “Can't sleep?” Mikey's lips were just right behind your ear as he reached for a box of milk inside.

“Mm, no. Seems like I'm not alone.” You replied, emptying the glass. Just as you were about to place it on the sink, Mikey already had his free hand propped up on the fridge, practically encasing you in place.

“How could I? knowing you're just across the hall…” Air was almost immediately knocked out of his lungs when you mindlessly pressed your back against his chest, turning your gaze to him with innocence in the midst of your amorous encounter.

“Good night~” You bid charmingly before slipping out of his grasp then heading to bed. and with that, you had the boy grinning widely on his own and cursing under his breath, eyeing you one last time before disappearing into Emma's room altogether.

Your little moment with him never left your mind since then, and it seems as if it was the same case for him; given how much more he lingered during your visits, and making up every excuse possible to hang out with you.

“I'd really like some iced tea right now…” Emma casually spoke in the middle of the movie that was playing.

“I'll get it.” You immediately took the opportunity to walk across the kitchen to see Mikey in the living room. He had a piece of taiyaki in his mouth as he read some manga on the couch, his eyes noticeably shifting to yours once he acknowledged your presence.

You shot him a sly smile before walking to the kitchen and making your best friend's drink.

“I'll help you with that.” Mikey once more sneaked up from behind you, taking the glasses from the counter.

“It's two glasses, I can handle it.” You chuckled, subtly tilting your head. He chuckled in response. And as if you weren't already fluxing on the inside, what he does next surely merits a fragile whimper from your throat.

Delicately, Mikey links the tip of his nose and lips on the bare pivot of your neck, hovering them up to your ear. “Hmm, can you?”

“Mikey…” You mewled softly. “Shh…” He chuckled thickly. and it was your turn to be left at the kitchen— taking what just happened seconds ago.

“What're you watchin'?” Shortly, you followed Mikey who took the drinks up to the TV area.

“The Notebook.” Emma answers from the carpet.

“Classics. Nice. Here's your drink.” He replied, making himself comfortable on the couch where you soon followed.

“So beautiful…” Emma awed at the current scene playing before breathing in a big yawn.

You turn to look at Mikey just as he moves closer, crawling over from his side of the couch to get to you. “You having fun?”

“Oh, very much.” You state playfully.

Mikey grins at the response, satisfied by your daring answer. His eyes wandered from your face to the exposed skin on your shoulder, then down to the way the blanket hugged your figure perfectly. He gulped, mind running into a more sinful thought— those of which he'd rather not speak about when his sister is just sat on the carpet below.

It took everything in him not to touch you, not to feel her in his hands, and taste your skin again. It took everything in him to tear off your clothes and continue what you had in the kitchen.

His heavy breathing gave away the frustration along with a lecherous gaze which didn't go unnoticed by you.

While he thought of this, and so did you. You admired his angelic features, toned body, and the way his pale blonde hair framed his perfection of a figure. But your eyes just couldn't move on from his lips— the way they parted and occasionally tucked in between his teeth.

Your heart beat faster as you found your eyes wandering from each other's faces then to your bodies. It took everything in you to not reach and touch him, feel him— his body against yours.

Now is definitely not the time. Thank god, Emma had fallen into a comfortable slumber under the thick sheets and pillows on the carpet.

“Mikey…” You finally broke the silence with a soft murmur.

“Yes?” He answers sweetly, letting his body relax on the couch.

You bit your lip in response, quickly shifting your eyes to his chest as a silent permission.

“Awe, come here babygirl.” He whispered, opening his arms for you to situate in. and with that, you oblige with a smile, making yourself comfortable on his chest as the movie approached the end.

Mikey felt your thigh for a moment, loving how he is able to hold you so close uninterrupted. He turned to look at you, noticing you were fighting off sleep.

But it wasn't exactly the case. You wanted to stay awake and take in this moment with him.

“[ Y / N ]?” Mikey whispered. “Wanna go to bed?” And with that, you nodded in response, shifting your thighs on either side of his hips and holding onto his shoulders for support. “Fuck…” Mikey breathed out, supporting your back with his dtrong hands. “Don't drop me.” You blurt.

“Oh, I don't plan on letting you go.” He charmed, using his strength to get up from the couch, careful as to not wake Emma up.

Once out of the TV area, you desperately latched your lips onto Mikey's neck and shoulders, sending him into a rush to get you to his room.

“[ Y / N ],” You smiled weakly from how your name slipped from his lips, your hearts fluttering with every passing minute.

And soon enough, your back meets the door Mikey had just slammed shut, your lips finally able to devour each other after the long anticipation.

With a chuckle, Mikey props his thigh in between your legs, treating your clothed clit with attention as his kisses only grow more desperate. Your hips slot together with every rock and vulnerable moans from your mouths.

“You feel how hard you've made me?” He spoke in between grunts. You chuckled in response before tucking your hand into his boxers, gasping together once your hand made contact with his flaccid cock.

“Mmmh, dirty girl…” He breathed out, gasping once your thumb swirls over his flushed, dripping tip. He soon managed to set you on the bed whilst not breaking the kiss, handling the small of your back with such tenderness.

You felt his hands proceed south, hooking his fingers with your shorts before leveling his lips with your ear— “Wanna continue, pretty?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Okay, wait here.” He tends your cheek with a small kiss before bending over to his bedside table, reaching for a sealed pack of condoms. Not long after, Mikey was back above you with the corner of the square foil tucked in between his teeth, soon tearing it off.

Mikey's fingers subtly shook in anticipation, being it his first time having to use "the protection" which his brother urged him to get after giving "the talk". Mikey just never imagined he had to use it so soon, moreover with you.

You bit your lip, stroking your palm over his hand as he put the thin latex on. His response comes in the form of a sweet kiss, holding your hands together before yours are pinned to the sheets.

“I wanted this so much, I don't think I wanted anything else…” Mikey means it, truly. He couldn't lie, and all too much he thought about it. Even stuff like touching his knee with yours under the table during dinner, or sending him enticing looks everytime you pass by his room really drove him mad. He wanted you to squirm under him, moaning about his name. The thought alone always left his pants tight.

You're still blushing, now from the fact that he's grown so hard against your thigh. You press your lips back to him and the grunt he lets out really had your thighs clenching.

“ 's my first time. You sure about this?” He professed, cheeks flushing profoundly. “So as I.” You muttered, pressing a reassuring kiss on his lips. And with that, he smiles once more, easing his shirt off before heading straight for the exposed skin on your stomach.

He treats the surface with kisses, trailing down your hips all while he gently eases your shorts and panties off.

You giggled as his lips tickled your skin so he went for a rougher approach and experimentally bit your skin before soothingly licking over it. He gathered from your sigh of pleasure and small moan that you enjoyed it so he made some more before trailing his line of kisses through your inner thigh.

His thumb traced circles over your hip as he let out a shaky breath the closer he got to your pussy. Soon enough, he had you gasping his name when his lips latched onto your slit, tending it with craving kisses before lapping a slow stride in between your folds.

“Manjiro!” You gasped, almost clenching your thighs shut if it wasn't for his strong hands keeping them in place. He chuckled, now focusing his gaze back to you. You couldn't help but admire the way he looked down there, sweat glistening his skin, his hair growing untamed, and the black dragon tattoo peeking from his shoulder.

Mindlessly giving your clit one last kiss before returning to you. You always thought that Mikey was a tease, but you can't take it anymore and pulled his mouth back to yours. This time, it's slower, but the passions' always there, evident in the way that he holds you close to him, as though you could disappear at any moment.

You nodded as he parted from the kiss, telling him you were ready. "If it hurts, just tell me... okay?" Mikey looked so nervous himself, before you gave him another nod of certainty. He nodded his head back, pumping his length a few times before easing it into you slowly.

He pushed in gently, you gasped in a bit of pain which urged him to kiss you and made sure you were fine. “Oh fuck.” His swear aroused something in you, making you reach up to kiss him roughly.

Your hands roamed all over his bare back, digging in lightly and making him groan and push the kiss deeper.

“Faster.” You whispered against his lips, reassuring him with your eyes as he caught onto your request and he began to speed up. The pleasure began to build up and you smiled. Mikey noticed the change and gained more confidence in his actions, this time, treating your shoulders with kisses along every thrust.

By this point, you were already gasping and whimpering for air, stifling loud moans so as to not alert his siblings. However, the sounds of your sexes pounding together overpowered your moans, evidently growing harsher by the passing second.

He picked up his pace once more, his thrusts making you moan louder. The way he touched you, kissed you, the way his body seemed to perfectly move with yours turned you into a mess.

"Mikey." Your moan seemed to urge him as well as the way you called his name. He nuzzled his face down into your shoulder as he went harder, gripping into his locks from the intensity.

You quickly felt a knot of tension in your stomach, knowing that you were reaching your high.

Your hands instantly reached down to grab a hold of his biceps. You let out a strangled moan as you screamed his name and felt your high ripple throughout your whole body like a wave of pleasure.

You laid dazed for a little while as Mikey continued to thrust into you, chasing his own high. Your fingers found their way onto his back once more, this time, making his moans more frequent.

He called out your name before he bit down onto your shoulder, spilling all his load into the condom inside the warmth of your walls. He kissed over the marks he just left all over your neck before letting his body collapse on top of yours, stilling his cock inside of you as you caught your breaths.

“Was that okay?” He sounded out of breath. You kissed his neck and nodded in response. “Amazing.” You spoke without a doubt. You subconsciously squeeze your walls around his length as you shifted, earning a stifled gasp from the boy.

“God, you're so tight.” He let out a chuckle, which was soon cut into another gasp of pleasure when you repeated the action, this time on purpose.

“Please… you're gonna make me cum again…” He whimpered in a fragile croak. You pulled him in for a kiss before squeezing him in your walls once more, swallowing his moans as he orgasmed for the second time tonight.

You pulled away with a laugh, letting his length free before he discards of the condom.

“Now, come sleep here, sweetheart.” He propped his elbow up, patting the empty space beside him. You happily obliged, letting Mikey press his chest onto your back before encasing you into a sweet ambrace.

“Wait, what about Emma?” You as just as he covers your bodies with a blanket. “Mmm, tell her we had our own sleepover then.” He chuckled, stroking your hair then kissing you good night.

🔖: @tokyometronetwork

#tokyo revengers #manjiro sano #sano manjiro #mikey #mikey sano #mikey x reader #mikey x reader smut #manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #manjiro x reader smut

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outerbankspov · 10 months

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Omg what about baby daddy rafe. You guys aren’t together but you both still love each other. And your baby adores rafe and always look for him breaking your heart. Maybe he visits only on the weekends. Eventually you get back together..?

“Theo, my love” you softy whisper in your one year old daughter’s ear. “I want dada” she whimpers in your neck as her wet tears hit your hot skin. “I know honey, I do to. He will be here before you know it.” You try to reassure her but fails as she fusses around to be on the play mat. You let her down and she crawls around curious eyes as she calls out for her dad. Moral of the story… Rafe and you first fell in love in high school and been together 4 years after high school until you wasn’t. Things started to change and you both ended your relationship and it really broke you because you love him so much.

“Time for bed Theo” you wipe and tear from your face and give her the best smile. “Dada comin with?” She asks. You get down to her level and shake your head no. “Not right now baby.” She doesn’t reply, she just lifts her arms up and you pick her up and bring her to her bedroom. “Want mommy to read you a bedtime story huh?” You put her in her PJ’s and she giggles as a way to answer your question. You hum and laid down in the large comfortable rocking chair and laid her on your chest.

“Once upon a time a princess name... Theo" she gasps and points to her chest with a "me" You giggle with a nod. "A princess named Theo lived in her very own castle that was pink! very pink and-" You pause as you hear the door open from upstairs and picked Theo up before shushing her with a worried smile. "mama?" she says in her soft voice. making your way downstairs. "hello?" you say carefully. "y/n/n" you jump at the voice of your ex-boyfriend turned towards him. Theo's eyes were wide as she cries out. "DADA" she yells with her angry tears as she throws herself at him "Hey love bug" she sobs into his neck and he looks at her with an apologist's face. "Rafe" you wine. "I'm sorry baby-" they both look at one another and she apologizes. "so what are you doing here? I was about to put Theo to sleep"

"I'm sorry, I just really need to talk to you" you nod and you both Sit down and Theo is already dozing off. “What?” You say, slight regretting it after by the tone of your voice. “I- I Just wanna tell you that- I miss you y/n. So much. I miss us so so much.” He tells you simply. You smile and nod. “And I miss you too baby- Rafe but things are gonna have to change.” He nods in understanding and starts caressing theo’s cheek. “I know and it will. I just miss this. Our family and everything” you smile and pulls him gently into a kiss. “Now let’s get Theo into bed” you tell him.

He gets up and they both walk into Theo room and places her into bed without waking her. “I love you Rafe” you say. He looks at you and almost cries. “And I love you.”

- I hope you enjoy <3

#outer banks #obx #drew starkey #dad!rafe cameron #dad!rafe #drew starkey imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x smut #rafe cameron outer banks #i love this

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matan4il · 6 months

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To the Nonnie who sent me the four anti-Israel Twitter users with blue checks, with claims to being "journalists" or similar titles... You're very right. I looked into them, and they are Assad apologists. They're literally ignoring the murder of hundreds of thousands of people by Assad's regime, including countless Palestinians who were living in Syria, while supposedly being against genocide and for Palestinians.

I didn't see something about Andrew Tate, but I didn't dig too far back, and I do believe that women who can post the following would side with a man charged with rape and human trafficking:

IDK if they're being quoted here, on Tumblr? If they are, I haven't seen that. At least not since Oct 7.

I guess the bigger issue is that when people on Tumblr see a post meant to trigger righteous rage, they don't check the source. Especially if they think they already know who the side in the wrong is, based on popular Tumblr opinion. So people automatically reblog and help spread these hateful, antisemitic massacre apologists.

Then again, the whole world is reporting Hamas' numbers on how many people have died in Gaza, how many of them were civilians, how many kids... Don't get me wrong, many people died in Gaza, and when Hamas uses civilians as human shields, many of the victims would be civilians indeed, kids included. But:

Hamas is motivated to inflate the number of fatalities

Hamas is motivated to inflate the number of civilians killed

Hamas is motivated to inflate the number of kids killed

And of course Hamas doesn't allow into Gaza any organization that can verify its stated numbers. Hamas has a complete monopoly on access to the areas affected in Gaza, and therefore on the "truth" that you get from there

Hamas has not reported a single terrorists from among the victims, they're all reported together, as if they're all civilians

Over 10% of rockets fired from Gaza at Israel are known to fail, fall inside Gaza and kill Palestinians, but Hamas doesn't report how many of the fatalities were people killed by Palestinian rockets, they're all reported together as if they were all killed by Israel

Terror tunnels built by Hamas have been well documented (there are reportedly over 1,300 such tunnels in Gaza), some sink holes that killed Palestinians are clearly the result of Hamas deliberately building those tunnels under civilian residential areas, but Hamas won't report its culpability for those deaths

There's new footage emerging from Gaza, showing people who tried to evacuate from the north, and who had been slaughtered by Hamas. You can be sure that these fatalities aren't being reported by Hamas either, so the world will be led to believe that these people were killed by Israel, too

(I'm not sharing the footage, because... it's graphic. And just like the Israelis murdered by Hamas deserve their dignity, so do the Palestinians killed by Hamas, but here you can listen to a subtitled conversation, where a Gazan says Hamas is shooting people who are trying to evacuate)

While we're on the subject of Hamas and its lack of reliability, today Hamas used a humanitarian window provided by the IDF to attack. Please remember this when Israelis point out that Hamas has broken every ceasefire ever. Including the one that existed on Oct 6.

If respectable journalists were more vocal about questioning Hamas and the numbers it reports (not to mentions their breakdown), then maybe people online would be a bit more critical, too.

I hope you're taking care of yourself, and you're not drowning in the biased material of these hate driven people! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

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silly-disease · 1 month

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I'm honestly surprised that even a small part of gnf apologists are finally opening their fucking eyes but the ones who still turn a blind eye and act like its just drama of the week piss me the fuck off.

Because even if he meant literally anything he said in that stream and he really was just a wittle innocent baby who just didn't know🥺 it was a misunderstanding🥺 Have you SEEN Caiti's stream when she was talking about this?

Caiti can't find joy in doing content anymore. There's multiple times where the mere attempt at recalling those memories make her burst into tears. It was soul crushing to watch and see just how much his gross fucking actions have affected and damaged her life.

How is George the victim here? How is Caiti at fault here? And fuck it, even if she was, how does that make anything okay?? "You got drunk and therefore deserve having severe trauma." Hello???

https://www.twitch.tv/caitibugzz/v/2085999722?sr=a&t=4s

watch this. I don't care if you already agree with me if you haven't seen Caiti talking about what happened in her own words please do it now.

I can't fanthom the thought process of anyone who thinks George is innocent here because it doesn't matter if it was intentional or not (it clearly fucking was. she got molested. this is sexual assault. treat it like an actual crime that severely harms people instead of a buzzword.)

Because no matter how you try to spin it in favor of him it doesn't make up for the severe damage it has done to her. If you somehow still try to defend George Davidson's actions then I seriously want you to think about why because there's some insane self reflecting to be done here.

#georgenotfound #caitibugzz #caiti

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celestialholz · 8 months

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The Resurrectionist (or 'Crowley's dying briefly because character-building, and here's why')

I should start off by saying, friends, that I have written exactly zero books. (Bloody lot of fanfiction, but no actual novels). And I like coffee, but not particularly with oat milk. (The poison's metaphorical, not physical), but... well, you guys can keep both of 'em, because they're just not relevant to this conversation. I am also, as you may have already guessed, not Neil Gaiman. A chick can only speculate, but she does like to back it up with actual evidence.

No, I'm simply here to ask you a question.

What's the single worst thing Heaven could ever do to Aziraphale?

What would drive our angel so far from the clutches of Heaven that he would never, ever wish to return? What would set him unequivocally free from six millenia of assumed responsibility; what would make him realise that God can never change? What would strip everything away from him?

Because of course, this is what we have to do next series. This is Aziraphale's whole arc. If he doesn't try and change things and fail, he will always wonder. Always have a 'what if.' Will never be able to truly move on, will never be free from the eternal abuse cycle.

And so the severing has to be monumental, and everlasting. Then we get our happy ending. Storytelling, loves, done flawlessly. (Again, not a novelist... just a girl who's been writing for over half of her lifetime.)

And so, I ask again:

What's the single worst thing Heaven could ever do to Aziraphale?

And, well, it's a manifold question isn't it, with lots of potential ans - no I'm just kidding. Very simple question, very simple answer.

So congratulations to the very likely hundreds of you who have just said 'murder Crowley,' because a. you're very much correct and b. we've all just predicted the end of series three.

(... I mean, probably not the very end. But the emotional crux, definitely.)

And naturally, I'm not talking discorporation. I'm talking 'wiped from the universe altogether, leaving our angel eternally alone' kinda murder. The real shit. The good shit. Never mind any of this 'editing the Book of Life leading to an ineffable paradox' kinda bullshit - this is Heaven, the natural source point of holy water. One miracled Supersoaker and our demon's ancient history, friends.

Because y'see guys, severing Aziraphale's connection isn't the only problem we face in terms of narrative romance. We've also got Crowley, who has spent six millennia being in love with a guy who just takes, takes, takes... him for granted.

And this is NOT to say that Aziraphale gives him nothing back - he so very clearly does. (I am a consummate Aziraphale apologist, Crowley's just as much of a fool post-series two as our angel is, and Aziraphale needs this, as I've mentioned.) But... Crowley is his teacher. His moral guide. His protector. It mostly goes one way, and despite all of that and him being happy to be that guy for all this time... right when it matters most, Aziraphale (to Crowley, at least) has abandoned him. He's told him he isn't good enough.

(... Which is bollocks. That's not what Aziraphale's said at all, they're both as overprotective as each other and have a desperate, painful longing to keep one another safe in their own best way. But it sure fucking looks like it to CROWLEY, which is what matters.)

And so, we have two issues in achieving our happy-ever-after.

Sundering Aziraphale from Heaven forever;

Ensuring Crowley trusts him fully and knows completely that he is Aziraphale's only choice.

(And also by GOD do they need to have a proper conversation, but that one kinda goes without saying. It'll happen.) We have to even up this relationship; we have to make it absolute narrative equilibrium, and I am absolutely sure Neil knows this probably far better than I do.

... And so, how do we achieve both these things in one hit, whilst also telling a Second Coming story and holding a celestial war?

Well, we kill Crowley. Obviously. Not until episode five or six and after an emotional, romantic reunion of mutual understanding, but... we kill Crowley.

... And then Aziraphale brings him back. Yes, from complete death.

I would like at this juncture to remind you that miracles, apparently (and this is a thing we've just learned guys, almost like it's suddenly going to be relevant ongoing) are measured in Lazarii.

(Great thanks to the Aziraphale to my Crowley, @porgthespacepenguin, for these few screenshots I'm showing off here today. You'd never leave me, not even for my own good. <3)

Lazarii is very obviously named after Jesus' apparently greatest miracle, of raising Lazarus from the dead in the book of John. They managed to achieve twenty-five times the necessary amount of energy it takes to bring someone back from death... without actually fucking trying.

Let's take a look at the book of John a sec. Or more specifically, its eleventh chapter and twenty-fifth verse.

Jesus told her, "I am the resurrection and the life. The person who believes in me, even though he dies, will live."

My thanks to Neil once again for murdering me like Heaven's going to murder Crowley. Cold blood, point-blank.

'Who believes in me.' Huh. Only for the past six thousand years, Aziraphale dear...

Here's a little of what the internet has to say about the number 25 in numerology, by the way.

And may I also remind you at this stage that there is a pub in this series called The Resurrectionist, and only Aziraphale goes into it.

I mean sure, Crowley's booksitting and trying to make the ladies hilariously like him and Aziraphale fall in love in the same way he himself did, but the fact remains... one relevant pub name. One guy. (We all need a narrative excuse sometimes Neil, I get you.)

Considering all this, friends, let me ask you another question. This one's a little more wordy, that's on me.

What do you think would happen when a being capable of raising someone from the dead twelve and a half times over for the sake of his beloved's protection loses said beloved beyond all doubt?

... And this will be after he gains the ultimate celestial power-up, by the way. In case we'd forgotten that that alone is also about to boost Aziraphale to the fucking stratosphere, and finally put him on an equal footing with Crowley. (Who is clearly an ex-archangel, but not Lucifer, so Neil's since said.)

... And I think we know the answer, don't we? The kind of miracle that

(You can't see me, but I'm staring into the camera like I'm one of The Office main cast right now.)

This is the kind of power that fucks with reality - the kind of power that scares Heaven and Hell to absolute death, hence Metatron being in the DMs. And crucially, this miracle was boosted because of love. Because of a desire to keep the status quo, their 'own side'. You amplify both those conditions to the nth degree by destroying one of them? It's over, lads. Resurrection is the beginning.

Resurrection evens up a playing field. It destroys Aziraphale and renews him in one hit; it proves to Crowley once and for all that Aziraphale loves him exactly as he is.

... It's a no-brainer, pals.

And what do they do after this? Well, fuck up the celestial order, naturally. I have theories, the main one of them being that they're going to be God and Satan respectively and unite Heaven and Hell in eternal marriage, but... that's just a theory. A television theory.

The resurrection thing? Not so much.

... See, this is the thing, my friends. You don't need to have written a 16k essay to predict the future.

All you need is the ability to tell a story, an observant eye for that which is already present, and a simple question. (Followed by a mildly more complex one. It's a working allegory.)

... I'm just going to leave you with this one shot of Aziraphale picking up his own destiny. Because poetic cinema.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #and even a little bit of #good omens season 3 #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #the nice and accurate prophecies of celestialholz #good omens meta

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me becoming a gortash apologist apparently

i never thought i'd say this. i am thinking about Enver Gortash. i'm usually not one of his apologists but... i've had brain rot for my Durge lately, and i think a big moment of developing your Durge is how you react to meeting Gortash again, yeah? you may or may not be close with Karlach but the party and Durge especially have all faced similar trauma of betrayal and exploitation nonetheless (and so has Gortash), he's already been introduced vaguely at the end of Act 2 as a threat/main villain, he worships Bane, he has general edge lord vibes (remember that bit where I'm usually not a Gortash apologist djdjdjd); what i'm trying to spit out, is there's a lot to sway you against Gortash in that first meeting. and I'd argue even a little further, as someone that followed Orin's plans of betrayal against him in my first Tav run, (just because her audacity is so damn funny.)

But anyway. Meeting Gortash. Finding out you used to be close. Perhaps homoerotically, perhaps in a strange platonic manner, or some other third thing, but nonetheless, Durge is assumably the only person Gortash has ever truly liked. He just really goes out of his way with praise at meeting again, the use of the word favorite is notable, and if Gortash had anyone worth elevating, he would, right? That was how Ketheric got here, Orin wants more credibility for herself and the Bhaalists, and Gortash... just enslaves his parents in their old home/business. But he liked you. He's really so similar to Astarion (it's nothing, you're just the only person I've ever truly cared for); he's just already a touch too far gone in his power hungry search for security. He's already repeated the cycle, years and years ago with Karlach as the main example and just the inevitability of being Bane's Chosen. And yet - Durge comes marching through the door again with this band of misfits and his old lackey he wronged, and he's willing to make a true bargain.

And I know it's just in Gortash's character to scheme, but l think playing as reformed Durge makes Gortash's potential deal all the more devastating, since he will truly follow through on his word (or, at least he would.)

It's so funny to show up dating Astarion or Shadowheart, and imagine them teasing you later that night, saying they thought you'd have better taste. Or the bitterness of being with Karlach, knowing that you seemed to be in such deep kahoots. And so on. The point is not valuing that past relationship with Gortash. Focusing on the shiny and new.

And like whatever. Gortash isn't ever going to publicly present that his feelings are hurt but like... wouldn't they? Your past lover or at the very least, only close friend struts in, now thinking they're some big shot, so beyond everything you two had ever done... when you always lived in their shadow beforehand, frankly. Gortash adores how this flawless plan was majorly Durge's, critiques Orin's sloppy manner of filling your place, how Ketheric was just a means to an end. But he liked you. The person who helped him raid Mephistopheles' vault, in turn helping him spit not only in the arch devil's face, but his past captor, Raphael's too (since Raph lives chronically in the shadow of his father, imo.) The person who thought they could formulate and enact this whole plot, and the only one he was willing to follow, to be an equal with, now coming to tell him what everyone always does, inevitably.

A final fuck you, or some form of betrayal, the same thing that caused his mess all those years ago when sold off to that warlock.

It would have to hurt, and while it's funny to imagine my little gnome Durge dying inside and cackling to the party about sleeping with an enemy and technically being the enemy... a little obssessed at the angst you could perceive of Gortash somehow falling for any crazy Bhaalspawn, nonetheless Durge, who was never one for morals, coming back renewed and not to come get him or work things out... but to slay him or turn against him. I'd send the Steelwatchers after our asses too.

In conclusion, Gortash, probably:

sigh. my bias against greasy little guys could never truly make me hate you, enver gortash. look at you, the man that you are.

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smytherines · 2 months

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Not to get too serious about something that was super fun and we all enjoyed immensely, but I keep thinking about the Mega Bastards headcanon video because the thing is...

in A1P1 Agent Mega is already shown to be drinking alcohol at inappropriate times (i.e. trying to escape a Russian weapons facility with his boyfriend). We tend to focus on Curt's drinking post-banana because of course we do. It's a traumatic event (even if it's his fault, ugh agent Mega) and definitely accelerates his drinking to the degree that he can't do his job for four years.

BUT he clearly already has a drinking problem at the beginning of the show. Owen reacts to him drinking out of the flask like this is a thing Curt regularly does, a thing Owen is at least somewhat concerned about. Curt even (very defensively) teases Owen into taking a swig himself.

So thinking about what Actor Curt Mega believes about Agent Curt Mega, that he regularly used to have to seduce women despite having no interest in women, it just makes the Mega bastards lore (as much fun as I've had with that) incredibly fucking sad. Like most things with SAF, first it's a farce, then it's a tragedy.

Curt Mega even uses the term "masking" (which definitely shot me in the heart as an AuDHD person), and while I personally headcanon Agent Mega as ADHD, there are still plenty of things that ADHDers have to conceal about themselves. A gay neurodivergent man in the 1950s-1960s would have to conceal so much about themselves that it absolutely could lead to substance use as a way to deal with it. Substance use is a pretty serious problem for ADHD & autistic (and queer!!) people precisely because we live in a society that is not built for us, that is often actively hostile to us, and we have to find ways to survive that.

Maybe this is too personal but I'm a chronic oversharer- my dad had alcohol use disorder. It destroyed his life. He passed away several years ago, and one of the hardest parts of my getting diagnosed with ADHD & autism as an adult was having to really reckon with the fact that he wasn't drinking because he was a bad person or because he didn't love me- he was drinking because he was born in the 50s and things like ADHD & autism weren't as well-understood, and as someone who was certainly autistic and possibly ADHD (there's a heavy genetic component there) he had to hide so much of himself. All the time. He was masking 24 hours a day. And I think he coped with that incredible pressure and physical and emotional distress by drinking. That drinking often made him defensive and petty and irresponsible.

Anyways, the more I think about the Mega bastards lore, the more heartbreaking it becomes. Agent Curt Mega's job requires him to have sex he doesn't want to have with people he is not attracted to. His life, safety, reputation, freedom all depend on nobody knowing he is in love with a man.

Actor Curt Mega kinda nailed it when he used the term "masking." There is really no part of Agent Mega's life where he is allowed to be himself, except for **maybe** when he and Owen are alone together, so when Owen "dies" and Agent Mega loses that one tiny place where he gets to be his authentic self, his drinking just goes over the edge.

As an Owen Carvour apologist I sometimes feel like the narrative doesn't really punish Agent Mega for being kind of an asshole in A1P1, but I'm sort of reframing it after the headcanon video, because it does make me wonder how much of that asshole behavior stems from his persistent alcohol use, his defensiveness when people point out issues arising from his alcohol use (Owen, Cynthia criticising his job performance), and the general macho tough guy affect Agent Mega has adopted to just survive living as a neurodivergent gay man in the 1950s.

I know it was just a fun unofficial kickstarter goal (and I got to make like six tinlightenment promo posts out of it so thank you for the promo content, sir), but it has legitimately kinda forced me to extend empathy to Agent Mega in a way that I didn't really do before.

Goddamn, this show has l a y e r s

#tinlightenment #spies are forever #agent curt mega #owen carvour #curtwen #curt mega #mega bastards #ok to reblog

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