#<- if you truly belive within your heart

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love splatoon cosplaying unknown characters not a single soul will notice but in my heart....... in my heart i'm gonna play splatoon as my little blorbo

[amyyythestarry]

Oblivious hypocrisy?

This post is about supposed hypocrisy within Tsukasa. Theory.

To start off, let’s go over his general beliefs that have been shown throughout the manga since day one.

Tsukasa belives supernatural and humans should be whoever they want to be, they should be together if they desire to. And if that’s enough to end the world, then it’s a done deal.

I find it interesting, out of everything that interesting about Tsukasa, that he thinks people should get whatever they desire. Within reason, authenticity, and if they’re willing to pay the price. With those things, it really doesn’t matter what your wish is, or who you hurt to get it. He’ll forgive everything.

No.1: He wants people to have whatever wish they want, whatever desire they have.

This really plays into his part on Sakura’s team as well, as her assistant. She’s selfish for wanting to wipe out everyone, every living/existing being just so she could go ‘outside’ and be free. But that’s what she wants, and she’s sure she’s truthful about it, that she’s truly happy.

So in Tsukasa’s eyes, that’s ok.

No.2 is: That he believes wishes and desires and wants are endless.

A human, a supernatural, existing beings don’t stop wanting. They’re always going to want something, we are always going to have desires and wishes.

He’s known this ever since he was 4 years old, when he got trapped in the Red House. In the Red House, we can see that Kou got put through many trials of his wants projecting at him. And they didn’t stop until they got to Nene and he refused all of them.

They are even things he didn’t even realized he wanted.

That’s because they’re coming from the heart, where the authenticity lies.

Tsukasa has seen person from person walk into the house wanting their wishes to come true. He knows how this works. A wish for a price, no matter how many wishes there are, they’ll have to be payed for.

But there is no end it, no boundaries to what they can wish and what they can’t. As long as it comes from the heart, maybe even portrays in front of them like with Kou.

So, two clear beliefs. People should have whatever they want, beings don’t stop wishing.

Now let’s see how those two things are shown by Tsukasa himself. Let’s see if he fits his own expectations.

Tsukasa replies with a chapter long explanation on why and how his wish already got granted.

Kou asks Tsukasa what his wish is, why hasn’t his wishes been projected like his has. Tsukasa says he had no other wishes then what he’s already got granted, with the cost of sacrificing himself, and having to stay in the Red House.

He has no other wishes, supposedly. By his own words. He’s saying he’s never wanted anything more, he’s never even thought of anything more.

To Tsukasa, he really just hasn’t thought of anything more, what more could he possibly want.

Being in the Red House for so long, having to see people come to get a wish granted with their prices as well. He’s been busy peering into other people’s wants and desires. Almost noisily, as this has become his new interest, fixation. Wishes, wants, desires. Impulses, and inclinations too.

But he’s so busy with that, he can’t even think to peer into himself. Figure himself out.

You could think this was his only want, but then we see later that that’s incorrect.

Tsukasa says he knew how to get back home, he just didn’t go because he thought it was for the best. He mentions ‘holding back’, which just brings me back to the whole concept of that in TBHK, and Tsukasa’s obvious interest in it.

So I find it wondrous how he’s saying he himself stopped holding back at some point.

Stopped holding himself back from being with the people he loves most, with Amane and his parents. Now just acknowledging that he’s had the desire to go back. And he even invites the Red House Darkness ( Is that what we’re calling it? ) to come with him.

Though, despite him letting go of his swear of not wanting more, this isn’t reaching his expectations at all. This was, for all we now, one occurrence.

Supernaturals and humans should be however they want to be? Has he ever abstained that from himself?

He’s always wanting people like Mitsuba, Shijima, Sakura, Amane to embrace their aspirations, no matter how selfish or fantastical they may be. He’s always pestering about wishes, this and that, to whoever.

But, he’s never once thought about himself, has he? Just once? It seems so, cause currently ( In the chapter 110 ), here he goes again. Trying to make two wishes come true, Sakura and Amane’s both. At the same time.

And something I’ve also noticed about him is that, he may be truthful, but there are times where he isn’t willing to share. I can point out occasions, but I think this is implying more.

He can shy away from things, questions, topics. Involving his own feelings? Like his feelings about thunder?

He can get quiet, wide eyed, looking everywhere else?

Well, that’s ironic, giving he always wants to know the feelings of others.

Amane, grabbing his face, trying to see his expression, because I think to Tsukasa that’s a way to read people. Just through the face they’re making? Hmm..

With Sakura too, like shown in the other imagine above.

Mitsuba as well.

But.. Then he hides his face when it comes to some situations? I wonder.

That exes all of his beliefs/expectations out.

He doesn’t even make it close to meeting them.

Tsukasa’s all too selfless, and with his overbearing appeal to wishes, wants, desires, selfishness, aspirations, etc etc. It clouds his brain from focusing on nothing more than other’s.

And I’m always so confused when people call him selfish. They may be thinking of his twin. Their almost complete opposites, after all.

I feel like this shows a sort of oblivious hypocritical behavior. His behavior contrasts his beliefs and feelings.

I don’t think anyone would have took him for the hypocrite. Even though I don’t think he himself even has a clue.

[loa-lightt]

Hello, kind-hearted person. I am someone who takes great pleasure in reading about the Law of Assumption on Tumblr. English is not my native language, so I use translation when reading the texts here. I have a few questions. Here they are:

1) According to the law, is it possible for someone to fall in love with you without you falling in love with them first?

2) How can you use the Law of Assumption to get back to life during a period when you feel numb towards life and feel bad even if you get what you want? I feel like all my plans are left unfinished despite having tons of them.

3) Why doesn’t self-concept affect everyone the same way? For instance, according to the law, people behave towards you based on your self-concept, but while some people act according to it, others don’t (both in good and bad ways). This confuses me. According to the law, while we influence everyone with our words, reflecting this in 3D takes years...

I would be very happy if you could answer, beautiful soul 💖

Hello, I will try my best to answer as well as I can. :)

To answer your first question, absolutley. People can fall in love with you without you loving them regardless of the law, it just happens naturally in life. If that is what you wish to experience then feel after it. It is yours. The world is a response to the inner self.

Secondly, you can always go back within yourself. No states are lost to the inner man. You can not lose things inside of yourself, no thoughts or feelings or states are ever out of reach to you. If you are feeling poorly about life that is just simply a state. You do not have to entertain what you do not want. If you can imagine what life would be like when you are feeling down, why couldn't you feel after a state you wanted? There is no reason for you to feel stuck. That is just a thought but you are in control. So feel what you want to feel. It is all yours for the taking.

And to answer the third question, your inward state will affect everything in your life, including the people. No person is out of your control, its not like some people are reflecting your self concept but others arent. No, everyone is. Everything is. If you are still finding people who are not reacting to the 3D the way you would like them too, it has nothing to do with them, it is just showing you what you need to work on within yourself. For example, if I assumed i was beautiful and truly belived and entertained that state within myself, everyone would see me that way. It would just reflect naturally. The world is a response, it has no choice but to surrender.

[hetalia-club]

I've actually never seen or heard of Space Dandy, is it worth the watch? What is it even about?

Oh geeze... you just had to ask me that...

So Space Dandy is about a Dandy guy...in space. There is not a really over arching plot until teh very end and I cant tell you what it is because it will spoil it.

But basically it is about a bounty hunter in space. It was written by the same guy who made Cowboy Bebop and takes place within the same universe a few hundred years in the future. So if you're a big fan of space westerns & Romano's voice give it a watch. Or not You'll like it even if you dislike both of these things. It's the one anime I recommend to people IRL.

He is terrible at his job but also not really. He is on the run from the police for an unknown reason which always has a major tom and jerry like vibe.

It's a pretty light hearted show a lot of the time and doesn't take itself too seriously but it has some gut wrenching one off episodes that will make you bawl your eyes out. It will also have you laughing out loud alot. I don't know why more people don't talk abut it. I know when it was airing people picked apart every episode frame by frame looking for symbolism and hidden meanings.

Each episode is animated by a different team of animators so one episode will be stylized completely different than the one before it. It's truly a work of art. Don’t even get me started on the music! You might not belive me but just watch the first few episodes. Don't stop at the first one. You'll watch teh first one and be liek "tf am i watching?" You gotta stick with it.

Everything in it is 10/10. The music, the singing, the art, the colors, the animation, characters. You will not regret it! It was the first anime ever where it appeared on American TV first before it aired in Japan a few hours later. So technically the dub is the original format. I would strongly recommend the dub if you are English speaking. Because they have a lot of song and dance numbers and jokes that just translate better. Dandy is very blatantly supposed to be American so i think ghats why they did it.

...Great than you anon now I have to start the rewatch that I was trying to avoid because I don't want to fall in love with Dandy again my little heart cant take it! If you don't fall in love with him after episode 5 if not sooner I guarantee your money back!

[heruntoldfeelingss]

People in love, out in this world, are selfish. My love for you is nothing close to it. I'm here without any ulterior motives. I'm here to hold you as long as you want me to, I'm here to wish you good and love you from a distance as long as I can. And if we ever part ways, I'll leave you in the care of someone who truly deserves you. But until then, I'll be your shelter, your home as long as I can be. I'm not leaving you alone, I'm holding onto you and I'm praying to meet you on the other side and to be able enough to keep you safe and warm. I'll give you my all, my voice my words my presence my affection my happiness and all that I can gather from within me, I'll keep pouring it onto you , even if it leaves me hollow. I'll be at peace knowing my love could fill the empty spaces within you. If all this could grow even a few flowers on the barren land of your heart and make you believe in love again, it's a win for me. If my love could wipe your tears and make you smile even for a while, it's a win for me. I want to restore your belive in feelings like care , affection and love, even if it's not for me.

[sardonic-the-writer]

Think of the most innocent person on the Dsmp. Someone most probably trust and or have a good image of, and though maybe they're not entirely peaceful. They don't have many enemies, so most obviously don't consider them much of a threat. But... then imagine their s/o is running away from them and is trying to make people see and realize that this absolute ball of sunshine isn't what they seem to be. All the while trying to get away. Does anyone truly believe the s/o, or something else entirely?

This just screams Ghostbur.

I'm on board one hundred percent with the headcannon that Ghostbur was playing dumb throughout his entire existence just to manipulate everybody. It was so deliciously evil, so perfectly concealed that not even Dream himself figured it out.

So who's going to belive the incoherent ramblings of a disheveled adult, panting like a fearful dog while going on about how fucked up Ghostbur can be. Don't bother going to trusted members of the SMP either. Think Quackity's gonna help you? You should know by now that he dosent like liars. So get out of his office and stop wasting his time. I mean come on, Ghostbur? A creep? Quackity knows a scam when he sees one. The man does run a casino for XDs sake.

Philza will surely offer you shelter from the grayish blue menace that constantly looms over your mind and shoulder, right? But what do you mean Ghostbur caused that burn mark on your right hand! The poor guys doesn't even know how to strike a match, silly. Philza just sighs and flys away at your plea's, sorry that Ghostbur has to deal with these rumors being spread about him. Poor thing :(

Your best bet is with Tommy. Hope and pray that the traumatized, revived, and grumpy teen has a soft spot in his heart for you. Pray long and pray hard.

But to be fairly honest, there's a seventy to sixy five percent chance that Tommy will give you the benifit of the doubt. He of all people knows what it feels like to be manipulated and no one belive you, even if it is all in your head. (Which is most certainly not the case here what so ever.)

No matter how many pouty lips and offers of blue he gets from Ghosbur, it wont persuade the stony faced blonde to give away your cramped position in the chest behind him. Just try not to sneeze.

Let's say that Tommy dosent take pity on you though. Maybe he was having a particularly shitty day and you fell in the last thirty five percent of the spectrum. With a slammed door in your face and scowl burning into the back of your eyelids.

Ghostbur finds you within the mother fucking hour. His tear stained cheek ends up smooshed against your own as he asks in a scarily calm voice why you would ever DARE leave him. Don't you know that he'll fo anything it takes for you to be happy? To stay by his side??

Your furious screams of terror are casted upon blind eyes, their gazes skimming across your fate-decided figure like rocks skipping across a ponds surface.

After all, you should just have some blue :)

[mnxxlove]

Hi loving your page just wondering if I could get a Richard madden hurt comfort fic plz;)

TEMPORARY DAMAGED

Pairing: Richard Madden

Prompts:

14; Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2091

Summary: Reader had gone through a really bad experience a few months ago… Y/n last relationship was abusive, toxic and manipulative. Her old boyfriend Nate, dumped her, just after cheating on her leaving her completely shattered.

Before and after the breakup, Y/n has always one of her closest friends to her side. Richard has given her some many pieces of advice here and there but her blinded heart, always made her wrong.

Months after breaking up, Richard made himself a promise to keep an eye on her but within months passed the only thing he figured out was that his love towards Y/n wasn’t merely platonic. His feelings started blooming once she let him into her heart but he then got scared of hurting her. That was his biggest fear.

Warnings: fluffiness overload, protectiveness, lots of heart eyes, caring, a bit of angst (srry hehe)

author’s note; It’s been so long! Just felt like writing smth like this ‘cause I needed some comfort too tbh. Hope you guys enjoy it! [ This has been on my drafts for so many months now, sorry thoo ] 💚

Thanks for your request ⭐️

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The windows were wide open. Some fresh air came from the forest nearby giving him shivers that ran through his spine continuously. It was quite early in the morning and she was already trying to get her second cup of coffee of the day. Although the atmosphere felt peacefully relaxing, the cold shadows of the trees made Y/n’s wooden house to be somewhat freezing. She liked it but it also gave her an odd sensation of nostalgia she couldn’t comprehend quite too well.

The yellow lamp that was hanging from the ceiling was not turned on but a few white cinnamon candles were instead. There were some placed at the tea table that was behind her and there were also placed on the dark shelf that was above the piano, just where Y/n was currently playing. She was sitting on the black shiny chair in complete frustration. Her tired eyes scanned for the eleventh time in her notebook. She has been composing some songs lately, something which has been rather unusual for her even when that was basically her only job. Y/n thought it’d be impossible to write any songs or to compose any of them, but he has been encouraging her these past few days and she obviously needed to at least try…

She has not touched any of her instruments or written down any songs in the past six months. A lot has happened since Nate broke up with her. She’s not only received weird voicemails coming from him, telling her that they should go back together and that he supposedly changed for the better but even if they weren’t even together anymore, her mind was so used to his manipulative tongue that she was still pretending it was all her fault. She truly thought for a moment, that he was right and they should definitely go back together. Y/n wasn’t stupid, however, she believed that his manipulation made her belive she loved him. Y/n knew that the way he has treated her was not the best and that he could be quite too much of an arse. Nevertheless, he hasn’t always been like that with her. He could be sweet and kind. Even if that was a mask, she was too blinded to know it still.

She tries to convince herself to this day that even if she thinks that they should get back together it’s not worth it. Even after all the tears she’s cried and all the nightmares he’s put her through, Y/n was still somehow convinced to meet him a week ago. They met in a public place, while they drank a mug of hot chocolate. She was broken inside and out, but Y/n tried to not let him notice. She dressed herself with her favourite clothes and placed her hair in a way she knew it would suit her perfectly. She looked decent, too good for him. The fake smile that curved down Y/n lips seemed real, but deep down she knew that she was not going to be able to take it anymore.

Disenchanted, she kept playing the piano as she let her thoughts invade her heart once again. She remembered how anxious but happy she was that same day. Even the mere memory of the simple view of her own reflection standing in the mirror of her bathroom passed through her mind unconsciously, making her feel quite embarrassed of how pathetic she was feeling. She was ashamed of thinking she believed that she loved Nate. If she did he was never going to be worthy of her heart, or at least that’s what Richard has told her repeatedly… Suddenly her steady hands started shaking but y/n kept playing once the memory of Nate’s face fogged her with an abrupt emptiness. Her fingers slipped through the keys of her instrument vaguely well. Sadly, she couldn’t help but remember how she used to feel about all of this back then over and over again. It was suffocating. As if Nate was never going to leave her be. And now, even more knowing the fact that he’s promised to be a completely different person. Y/n knew it was a trap, but part of her wanted it to be true, which was bold and she knew it…

In a few minutes, her mind was clouded with thousands of thoughts. It wasn’t only the fact that she has been wondering about her ex, but her friend as well. Every single time Nate has hurt her in some way, she’s always had Richard no matter the circumstances. And even if she has tried to be for him too, it was impossible, and unfair. Exhaustion filled her body, leaving it tense. Y/n let out a deep sigh, her fingers still smoothly pressing some more than four keys of the piano at the same time. Her mind was being too loud at the moment, and even if she needed a break, Y/n knew that she was not going to stop, nevertheless, once a sudden whimper came out from her mouth, her eyes got shut down tightly, and both her hands pressed so many keys at the same time, forming a horrible yet unsettling sound that formed a outrageous echo all over the house. Y/n was breathless as if she had been holding her breath in for who knows how long. Still having her eyelids shut, she closed the piano slowly and placed both her elbows on top of the fall board. Her hands holding her heavy head in between them.

“Hey...” A soft yet familiar voice sounded from behind. Y/n shocked her head repeatedly, letting Richard know that it would be better not to approach.

Pursing his lips in concern, he looked at her and still walked towards her, both his hare hands trailing up to her shoulders. He was uncertain of his own actions. It didn’t matter what he did, because he’d still bleed for her.

What he felt for her was intense and pure and was completely afraid to mess it up but he cared for her too much to let her be on her own when he knows exactly when she’s asking for help.

“… The song isn’t going so bad. What 's wrong?” His soothing voice mixed with his hands caressing her shoulders over the thick wool jacket that she was wearing, felt quite comforting. She didn’t want him to take his firm yet soft hands off her. It was the only way she could feel present, not drifting through her past or getting herself lost in her worst memories. Richard supposed that she’s only gotten stressed out so he calmed down.

Not knowing what to say, Y/n raised her chin. Her head resting now on his chest. Her eyes stared at his own, and by doing this, he knew there was something else going on. Richard furrowed his eyebrows worried, one of hands traveled up to her face, staying right in between her neck and her jaw. His thumb made a few caresses on her chin which made her smile innocently. Richard’s blue stare was fixed on with tenderness. He really adored her and it killed him not knowing what was wrong. His hand traveled down again, placing on her shoulders one last time. Pursing his together he pressed his chin on her head and just sighed to himself before speaking.

“Is there anything you want us to talk about?” His deep response warned her. Y/n swallowed hard. She didn’t even know how he’s amazed her the fact that he’s realised how she really was.

Richard didn’t even stutter in asking her, though. He knew that something was off and was not not going to ignore it. He scanned her face, right before he decided to brush his hand off her body. Scoffing, he sat beside her.

“I just got tired of repeating this song over and over again.” She added,forcing a smile. But he wasn’t stupid, he knew her quite too well. Richard’s observant and he’s able to sense if something’s wrong with her easily. There was no way he was going to believe her, though. Sighing, he bowed his head aside.

“Are you sure nothing’s bothering you?” He continued, offering his hand for her to hold. Y/n placed her hand on his own an wrapped their fingers together.

“I just… I made something. And I have been deciding if it’s a good idea to tell you or not, cause, I don’t want you to get upset.” Y/n admitted, her face lowered.

She was ashamed. Part of her didn’t want to tell him about it, but it was the right thing to do. Her words resounded like a holy echo in his head as if his mind was an empty space. His palms started to get sweaty and he could not help but to move his left foot every once and then, anxiously.

“I doubt that. But hey, it 's okay. I won’t get upset with you, alright?” He smiled honestly, trying as best as he could to keep himself calmed.The least he wanted was to accidentally raise his voice and scare her. Richard was direct but still soft spoken, letting her trust him.

“I’ve received messages from Nate. And the other day, we decided to meet and have a chat. But I left before any of us started talking about getting or not getting back together... I know, I’ve told you so many times, that I didn’t want to get back with him, and that I didn’t love him. I was confused. I am in fact more than confused right now. He makes me feel insecure in my own head. He seemed completely different. Changed… But whenever he spoke, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the bad things he made me go through. So, right before he decided to ask me, I left.” She added, without keeping eye contact with Richard’s piercing blue eyes not even once. Y/n felt nakedly exposed whenever they’d have deep conversations or mere arguments. It made her feel small and vulnerable, but not in a bad way.

“...I don’t know what to do. I’m aware of what’s going on. I know he’s still right up here, inside my head. Messing up with my thoughts and my feelings which I definitely can’t stand anymore.” Y/n sighed, looking at him. She expected him to be concerned or to look at her with pity, however, on the other hand, he looked the exact opposite. He seemed proud of her but his eyes seemed off, sad.

“You’ve been in a toxic relationship for over three years. It was understandable, that you weren’t going to be a hundred percent sure of your feelings, at the end. I told you that it was going to be okay. You cried everyday, for over a week, telling me that it was going to be impossible. And that you weren’t going to be able to trust anyone, not even yourself. But here we are now. You trusted in yourself deeply. And you made the wisest of the decisions. And it is such an achievement! You shouldn’t feel bad for it. Really.”Richard admitted happily. She didn’t see his reaction though, she was looking down, playing with her hands uncomfortably.

“Hey…” He whispered, catching her attention. Richard took her chin delicately and moved it towards his direction, so she could look at him straight to his eyes.

They didn’t say anything but if their eyes were able to express everything they wanted to say, no one would be able to separate them, not even their hearts. It was easy to let her know that he loved her, but at the same time it was so damn hard to admit it, although she already knew he did.

She knew that he loved her to bits, but Y/n never crossed through her mind the mere thought of him loving her romantically. Bold of her to even see how bright his eyes shone when he sees her and how petite she makes him feel sometimes. There was nothing in the world he most desired for but for her to know what he truly felt for her.

She would someday… At least not until her heart heals, Richard would not make a single movement. He wants to be with her, but there’s no rush to tell her, and there’s no need to force a broken heart to love his own.

[cantbrowsewithoutaccount]

Wolf (2021) (opinion, kinda review)

Images are from imdb.com

I saw the trailer for this movie a few months ago and immediately thought "Well, somebody finally made a movie about species dysphoria.” Or more precisely, about people suffering from it; from this whole phenomenom that to many (including me) exists only in heated discussions on twitter and Tumblr, or in ethically questionable documentaries and reality TV shows.

When you look up this movie’s title on Tumblr, you find quite a few negative reviews from people that I assume had the same thought as I did when I first saw the trailer. Except they are not really reviews - they are angry emotions packed into words like “disgusting” and “worse than I thought”. I had to watch the movie to find out for myself. And after I did, I think the disgusted/offended view on this movie is unjustified.

This movie is not about species dysphoria.

Aside from it being my actual opinion after seeing the movie, it is also a direct quote from the director Nathalie Biancheri in one of her recent interviews:

But I also felt that in reality, like the themes that I kind of wanted to explore and the story that I wanted to tell, I didn't really want to do that, within a real world setting or necessarily have a sense of position towards species dysphoria or make a film about species dysphoria. So, that was quite clear to me early on. I have a background in journalism and documentary, so it was more like a light bulb, like a trigger and a jumping off point, but then I quite quickly departed and decided to just write my fiction narrative.

This movie is a fiction.

It is a story about a boy suffering from species dysphoria.

If you let yourself truly watch the movie and peek under its surface layer, it is a movie about finding out your identity, about one’s place in the world, and about trauma and healing and the world around you sometimes not getting you, and even hurting you in the process that is deemed neccessary (but is it really?) to help you.

It is most surely an art house piece, in my opinion. A movie you can so gladly enjoy in its boldness to embrace its unusual setting, but wouldn’t choose for a movie night with your date (especially if it’s a first date). Its thought provoking sets, costumes and ensamble of very capable actors bring forward many questions and ideas, and ideals - and I believe each viewer can catch a glimpse of something close to their heart in this movie. Be it the desire to be free, or the desire to belong.

The cast, mainly amazing George Mackay, who at this points embodies the highest standard for a truly physical performance, and Lily-Rose Depp, who brings Wildcat alive so well with her voice and body language, that it makes me mad that the reviews focus mostly on her physical feline-like features, introduces characters so full of potential, it is almost pitiful this concept wasn’t a mini series. The story is about Jacob - a boy who belives is a wolf. But there is also a girl who thinks she is a spider, and one who thinks she is a parrot, and a big man who desperately wishes to be recognized as a squirrel, to a point where he snaps off his nails, trying to will them to become claws so he could climb a tree. Wildcat and Rufus, who thinks himself a German Shepherd, both show signs (and speak) of major trauma that their condition might be rooted in. 

At this point, I am starting to see the basis for the outrage people may feel with this potrayal. I cannot speak for people actually suffering from this condition. All I can declare is that I see how this could be considered at the very least a harsh potrayal. 

But what I’ve gathered from this movie, is that it is a story about people suffering from species dysphoria. This movie didn’t strive to be educational or truthful about the condition. This movie strived to tell a story, and used a setting and elements of species dysphoria. Whether they did it well is up to anybody’s standards, but it does not make this movie an anti-species dysphoria propaganda - or disgusting. There are thousands of movies, low or high budget, tackling similiar (serious) issues. Sometimes gracefully, sometimes not. The best we can do is like a movie, the worst we can do is dislike it. It is just a movie.

The angry online mobs that want to burn this movie at a stake can be angry - it is everybody’s right to be angry. But perhaps we can use our energy on something more productive other than unjustly trashing an art house film. These are always hit or miss. For me - this movie was a hit. For others, it doesn’t have to be. 

Movies, theatre, art, writing - these are our entertainment and creativity outlets. It doesn’t always have to be true, it doesn’t always have to be like you imagined it. If people nowadays learned to cease this group call to “cancel” everything disagreeable, perhaps we could all discover some middle ground in this world, and learn by kindness rather than hate. Too often, public calls for “freedom” by restraining others. Maybe if one looks hard enough, they can find this theme in this movie as well.

Just to round up this ramble - Wolf definitely has its flaws. In story-telling, for example. The Zookeeper (portrayed by the amazing Paddy Considine) is a caricature of evil at times - to the extent where you wish his picture was shown on the wall next to his patients’, with a stock photo of a “human” to his right, because he clearly isn’t acting like one now. There are glimpses of the supporting characters’ stories that do not have the space or time to shine, but are intriguing enough to stick in your mind. This is most likely because the story wants to focus on Jacob, who is very much deserving of the spotlight in his own right.

A wolf who wishes not to be a wolf, his howl itching just under the surface layer of his skin when he is writhing in his bed,  scratching all over during full moon. At one point, Jacob comes face to face with a wolf trapped inside a cage.

“Caught by humans, and will be killed by humans,” says the Zookeeper.

But the young wolf looks into the eyes of his brother and howls. 

This movie is not for everybody and the mixed reviews are very much expected, but it explores bold themes and manages to perform them with amazing skill. It chose a controversial setting that worked with the themes of the movie.

7,5/10

[arthurflecksgirl]

Hey, how is your day going so far? I hope it's splendid! Can I request an Arthur x reader where the reader is recovering from self harm and he is proud of them? You can choose it to be sfw or nsfw. Thanks in advance! :)

Hey Anon, Thank you for your ask. I 'm okay and I hope you are doing well,too?! I am soooo sorry this took me so long but I finally sat down today and wrote your request. I was thinking about that request since you first send it to me. It was a beautiful one but also a tough one. Itˋs a sensitive subject and I was struggeling with how I wanted to write it. I was afraid to write it in a way you wouldnt approve so I am a bit nervous posting this and I hope with all my heart that you will like the result. This request was close to my heart but a bit of a struggle until I finally sat down. I am sending love to anyone. Especially everyone who had to go through this or still does go through it.

Words: 1900

Trigger warning: Mentions of self harm

Arthur nervously chewed on his pencil ,while the blank page of his journal was staring at him like it expected something good to happen. More than one good thing happened in his life recently and he absolutely hated how difficult it was for him to put his emotions into words. Words worthy of how he truly felt about not being alone anymore. He felt like the emotion of it was a seed he didnt knew how to water properly ,to make it the flower that was a written page in his diary. One he would like to show to you , randomly in the middle of the night. To proof how he felt inside. Blooming.

He always felt like he wasnˋt good with words but so much better with showing his feelings off in a different way. A movement of his body when you were slow dancing across the bedroom, a piece of music hummed into your ear while he was pulling you closer, the touch of his thumb brushing your cheek before he leaned in to kiss you. Body language was his way to express what was growing deep inside of him. A love so immessurable, he was becoming a new man. And you were his garden he wanted to spent the rest of his life in. He wanted to build a cabin right in the middle of the gardens heart and plant roses and violets. Once he figured out how to water them and which flowers demend more sunlight or which ones prefered the shadows. He wanted to learn every aspect of your soul. Flower by flower. Petal by petal. To let his roots grow towards yours. Arthur touched the artificial flowers on his desk. They reminded him of who he used to be. Unreal and far from what he desired to be. No sunlight could have touched him  enough to let him grow.

Until there was you. His garden. He finally became what he was supposed to be. A sunflower. The flower of joy and happiness. But also the flower of the man who once drank yellow painting to commit suicide by putting happiness inside himself. At least that was the rumor Arthur heard on tv when he watched a documentary about Vincent Van Gogh. And he was quiet fascinated by it. Somehow the though was relateable to him. In a very abstact, sad, beautiful way.

„Last week“ he wrote , trying to draw a sunflower but it just didnt turned out the way he intented to. „She  finally felt comfortable enough to wear a short sleeve in front of me. I guess that means she really does feel save around me. Ah, it means the world!“  Arthur smiled to himself when he drew a tiney heart and filled it in. His heart was so full of you. Just thinking about the way you took off your comfort sweater for the first time to show him the scars of the past ,created a feeling in his heart he couldnˋt name. 

It has been a while since you let him know about your struggles with self harm. And Arthur could tell that it wasnˋt an easy thing to do. He would always remember the moment he first saw your naked arms. The pattern of hurt on your fragile skin. This moment of vulnerability and strengh. He wanted to kiss it. Arthur wanted to kiss along every single scar to show you how beautiful you were to him and how much he belived in the power of a gentle lip kissing where it hurts the most. But he didnˋt. Arthur wasnˋt sure if it was the right moment yet. He didnt wanted to do anything wrong. So he just sat there, thinking about placing kisses all over, while he picked his own eyebrow with his fingers.

„One day“ he wrote underneath the heart „I will kiss  her scars and she will feel what I felt when she was taking care of me“. Arthur put the pencil down and took a deep drag of his cigarette. Smoke filled his lungs but he wished it was your breath instead.

A familiar noise interrupted his daydream as he put the remains of the cig in his pink ashtray. „Hey darling, Iˋm home“. Your voice made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. The way you called him darling was music in his ears. His favourite song he repeated in his head when he was at work or taking the bus. He sometimes hummed the words „Hey darling“ , as if it was a prayer. „Hey darling Iˋm home“. Home. That was never the word he would have used to  discribe the place he was living in. Never what he thought of when he felt the worn fabric of his couch underneath his naked skin or was lying in the bathtube, checking for how long he could handle to keep his head under water. This place with all itˋs heavyness wasnˋt home. But it transformed into a home eveytime you opened the door to wrap your arms around him. A genlte kiss upon his forehead. His noticlable frown  underneath your lips. Hey darling, Iˋm home. You are home, finally. We are. A home.

Arthur shifted his position ,so your lips immediately found their way to his forehead. „Forehead kisses“ he thought „Are her way to tell me how much she cares“. He closed his eyes for a moment. His dark lashes covering his piercing eyes like a curtain, to feel the moment with all itˋs gentleness. When Arthur opened his eyelids again he noticed something wrapped around your wrist. His heart stopped for a moment. The thought of you harming yorself again hit him so hard he forgot how to breathe. „Y/N…are you….okay? Oh my god…“ Arthurs index finger reached out for your wrist. He barely dared touching it. His tear filled eyes blurring his sight.

„Yeah, I am. How was your day, Arthur?“ you replied as you sat down on his lap to kiss the corner of his mouth. You noticed his lips trembling underneath your own. A tiney earthquake emerging from within. His day was okay while he was sittin on his desk thinking of all the beautiful things he could write to you. Until you came home with a hurt wrist. Now nothing remained okay. Seeing you hurt was worse than his own pain. Your wound was his wound. Arthur held your face between his hands, unable to responde with a kiss.

„Are you…. Are you hurt?“ he whispered, pointing at your bandage. He wanted to be here for you. Now more than ever. His mind was travelling back to the day you found him with a bleeding forehead after he hit his head against the wall. He recalled your hand resting on the spot that hurt so much and how it lead to the first forehead kiss he received in his life. Thatsˋs when he knew he wasnˋt all alone in this anymore. Thats when he knew that, yes there will be bad days , even together but he didnt had to face them on his own anymore. There was someone looking after him. Someone willing to ease the pain. To heal his wounds. Old or recent. He remembered how gently you held his hurting head, fingers brushing  back his hair to clean the wound. Heˋll never forget the first act of kindness and love from a loved one.

And now it was his turn to tell you itˋs going to be okay. His turn to take care of your wounds.

„No baby, Iˋm not hurt. Iˋve got a little suprise for you…“ Arthurˋs eyes glanced deeply into yours „A…. surprise? What do you mean?“

You lifted your arm smiling at him. Thats when he noticed your wrist wasnˋt bandaged but wrapped in some kinda foil. You slowly started to unwrap it, a big smile lingering on your face. „Darling, I hope you like it“.

Arthur couldnt belive his eyes. Were once was a scar six letters showed. Written on your wrist. Six letters so familar, he started sobbing.

„Oh Arthur….“ You touched his cheek „You like it?“

He covered his mouth with his right hand, mumbling.

„I thought about this  for a while now. Getting your name tattooed to cover my oldest scar“.

A single tear ran down his happy face „Thats…. Just…. Wow. I…. donˋt know what to say. Thatˋs my name. You got a tattoo of my name. „ Arthur couldnt stop staring at the letters. „Can I….touch it?“.

 You smiled „Not yet, itˋs still fresh and I need to put some cream on it.“

„Oh! Yeah…. Of course.“

Arthur tried to understand what was happpening right now. A minute ago he was afraid you hurt yourself again and now  he found himself looking at a tattoo that was his very own name. Part of you.

He felt your other hand touching his blushing cheek „I really wanted this to remind me of how beautiful things can happen after experiencing so much pain. There is this scar and itˋs still there but somehow it belongs to my past and it doesn´t define me. It never did. And now there is you. The light that came after the dark. The one who understands my scars and eases the pain by loving me for who I am. I love you, Arthur, I love you so much itˋs so demanding and beautiful and …..now youˋre always on my mind, in my heart and under my skin.“

Arthur gently lifted your hand, careful enough to not touch the tattoo. „I love you“ he whispered „Can I…. can I kiss your…“ goosebumps covered your skin as his upper lip found itˋs way to travel across your arm. Soft kisses, thoughtful and warm, scar after scar. You couldnt help but cry a little. Arthur froze „My god, Iˋm sorry I only wanted to…“

„Donˋt stop“ you whispered through the tears „Please….“

The light in Arthurs eyes came back when he realized it was happy tears running down your cheeks. Tears of relief and inner peace.

„Remember when you found me after….“

„I do, Arthur.“

„That was the first time I felt truly loved“ he breathed, while he continued kissing your skin.

„You found me at my worst. And loved me. Especially where it hurt the most“

You closed your eyes, concentrating on the softness of his lips. His presence was medicine. Calming and warm like a favourite sweater.

You remembered  very well. It was the day you knew that you would give the world to protect this man. The beautiful soul that Arthur was. You couldnt change his past but write his future. You and him together. Sitting in front of a blank page, where anything was possible.  Every yet unborn poem was demanding to be written. Every small moement of happiness. And when the pages get torn and some parts get blacked out, you would be here to put a sticker on it. Heart shaped. One thatˋs glowing in the dark. So when he openes his journal at night he couldnt see the scribbles and blacked out parts. Only the bandage that was love.

Just like the words written on your wrist.

Arthur.

 

„I wanna do the same for you“ he mumbled between the kisses „Loving you where it hurts the most…so...“ he lifted his face, looking at you „…where does it hurt?“

„Every inch untouched  by your loving hands“.

Only a heartbeat later Arthurs thumb gently brushed over your bottom lip as he whispered „Let me take care of that“.

[dumbas-writes]

I hate small talks... no I ain't here to say a hi only. Let us just forget about the existing world at three in the morning and deeply mesmerize in  each others word. Somewhere I heard, dark night shows your dark side. And dark side reflects the lightest shade of your spirit. It truly describes who is actually the person within the materialistic body.

Maybe we both would sit at the edge of my terrace and you'll explain what excites you. But the conversation start with the things which you hate the most, the reason behind your last break down and maybe the most embarrassing thing you witnessed. I promise there will be just us and the crescent moon witnessing our stupid conversation. Maybe three turns to four or moon invites early sun to visit us but I'm gonna hear all your stories.

Just the idea of two sane people sharing insane  things in deep makes my heart flatter like the conversation would never meet an end. I also belive in happy endings. So, we gonna end it with you sharing with me things that excites you,  things that make you fall in love or the very name of your first crush. And please with the first spark of sunrise, we will promise each other that we gonna forget all the things we confessed. Promise?

~k

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Screen+ Interview with Yano Shougo and Uchida Yuuma

“I was very, very happy to watch the continuation of ‘Given’ as a fan!”

Originally scheduled to come out in May, “Given the Movie” was finally released on August 22nd. Mafuyu, Ritsuka, Haruki and Akihiko can be seen on the big screen. The story of this work has its spotlight on Haruki and Akihiko, as well as on Akihiko and his roommate, Ugetsu. How will things go for Mafuyu and Ritsuka, who are in a band with Haruki and Akihiko? We have talked with the person in charge of Mafuyu’s voice, Yano Shougo, and the one in charge of Ritsuka’s, Uchida Yuuma, about the movie, which was a much awaited continuation of the TV series.

——“Given” was broadcasted back in 2019 as a TV anime. How were the reactions at the time?

Yano: I could feel that there were fans of the original work from all over the world. Fans from other countries said they liked my acting and my voice, which I was truly grateful for.

Uchida: When the casting was decided, I was told that the original work itself is very much loved, and when my participation was announced, many comments saying, “I’m looking forward to the broadcast” reached me. I keenly felt the high level of the expectations.

——During the time of the TV series, the fact that it was going to be “Noitamina’s first adaptation of a BL comic” became a hot topic. Did you have any particular feelings about this back when you were working on it?

Yano: I had next to no knowledge of Boys Love, so I tried reading the original work first of all, in order to see what kind of series it was. In doing so, I felt that the series really cherished a vibe that seemed to have been cut off from daily life. As I kept on reading, I found myself inserted into that world in a natural manner, as if I was actually there.

Uchida: I did not have much enthusiasm regarding the Boys Love part. If I had to say it, it was a series that depicted the machinations of people’s hearts in a sensible way, so I put an emphasis on pursuing this with care. What turns out to be the key point changes depending on each series, so I gave proper thought to what the most important part of this work was in that sense, and performed while hoping that I would be able to express it.

——What were your impressions when you heard that this work would be shown on the big screen?

Yano: I was overjoyed to be able to play Mafuyu again and very, very happy to watch the continuation of “Given” as a fan.

Uchida: During the phase of the TV anime series, I had heard that it would lead to a movie. That the things depicted in the original work were planned to be depicted in a movie too. For this part, I was always conscious on the inside that, on top of my performing for the TV anime, the story was going to be portrayed up to that far.

——What were you careful of and what did you keep in mind when playing Mafuyu and Ritsuka?

Yano: I was conscious of being a high school boy. Mafuyu has a complicated past where he lost someone who was important to him, so a gaping hole opened in his heart and he was in the dark, unable to take even one step forward. But when you see him talking to his friends and playing basket with a smile in his daily life at school, you find that he is a normal high schooler. As he absorbed himself completely in music, I thought he was a high school student living youth itself. 

Uchida: Ritsuka is not very good at expressing himself with anything other than a guitar, so I made sure to properly feel the difference in sense of closeness from when he talks to his bandmates and when he talks to Mafuyu. And also the sensation that “he’s in there”, as part of the series, so to say. There are quite a lot of scenes where the conversations overlap naturally. I aimed to carefully pursue the sensible aspects of those parts, as well as the mood of the exchanges and such.

——In this movie, there is a close-up on the romance between Haruki and Akihiko. From your point of view, how is the nature of their relationship?

Yano: Haruki-san is like a lubricating oil within the band, so I think there is a side of him that ends up pushing down his own feelings. Akihiko-san lives the way he wants to, so they mesh, but they are not in gear at all when it comes to their love lives, and I guess this comes with “understanding each other’s feelings” as adults. From the perspective of the viewers, I belive Haruki-san is in the most emotionally easy-to-relate position, but I think Akihiko-san’s existence only establishes itself because Haruki-san can strongly impact him. I think Akihiko-san is the only one for Haruki-san, and all the more, Haruki-san is the only one for Akihiko-san.

Uchida: They can rely on one another and probably respect each other in some aspects, but they are people who have a kindness that they do not put into words, as well as an unfairness that they purposefully do not speak about, so I have the impression that they “can’t say things straight”. They are still at an age where they just barely graduated from college, but they are grown-ups when compared to Ritsuka and Mafuyu, so looking from where I am now, I think this sense of distance in which they are unable to frankly express that they long for each other is “well, something that would happen”. As expected, we start worrying about all sorts of things as we get older.

——Please tell us the highlights of “Given the Movie”.

Yano: The presence of the person named Murata Ugetsu, whom Akihiko used to date and continues living with despite breaking up, is pretty big. He is a prodigy like Mafuyu and adores both music and Akihiko-san to death, but his music will be ruined if he keeps up like that, so he chooses to throw away Akihiko-san. Regardless, he is unable to throw him away, so they are stagnated in the same spot all along. I think that Ugetsu, who wants someone to understand his feelings and pain, is very similar to Mafuyu. There is a song that the band Given plays during the movie, and it is obvious that they want to deliver the song to somebody, but there is a part of it that I sang while putting my feelings towards Ugetsu in particular into it, so I think people can enjoy the movie even more by linking up with the song as they watch it.

Uchida: From the TV series, it carefully portrays the sense of distance between one person and another, as well as relationship values. Even if there is not that big a meaning in every single thing, there is nothing in vain, and the accumulation of this moves the hearts of those two. I think “Given” is a series that literally embodies the fact that the accumulation of small things transform into colossal feelings. If you watch from the TV series all the way to the movie, won’t you be able to enjoy it while sensing the developments of their feelings even better?

——Please give a message to the fans who have been waiting for the release all this time!

Yano: Thank you very much to everyone who eagerly waited for “Given the Movie”! The TV series was about a high school duo, but this tone is centered around the adult group that consists of Haruki, Akihiko and Ugetsu. I think the parts where they react to love will be, from start to finish, a time where your chests will tighten. I think there are aspects of it that anyone can feel a connection with, so please watch over them warmly.

Uchida: It would be great if everyone could watch the members of Given as they embrace all sorts of feelings and try to change little by little, as well as the beauty of their changing. There are also scenes in this work that cleanse your heart. By all means, go enjoy it in the big screen!

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, KYLIE! You’ve been accepted for the role of RICHARD III. Admin Rosey: My favorite thing is when a line from the character’s biography is highlighted -- especially that singular line because it was one of my favorite that demonstrated Ronan’s humanity, like you noted. Yes, he’s a terrible, awful human being but the nature of his corruption is something so centrally highlighted in the play -- and now in the way that you write him. Kylie, you have no idea how absolutely over-the-moon I am that you decided to apply, and for Richard III no less! Your writing is so refreshing in its cadence and beat, it perfectly accents Ronan and what he has to offer. Truly. Absolutely. Ecstatic. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | kylie

Age | 25

Preferred Pronouns | she/her

Activity Level | I would say I’m about a 5-6, I’m currently finishing up my schooling so I’m not taking as many course hours.

Timezone | MST

How did you find the rp? | i’ve been stalking for a while now, finally worked up the courage!

Current/Past RP Accounts | n/a

IN CHARACTER

Character | Richard III / Ronan Ivarsson

What drew you to this character? | When I first read Ronan’s bio I was reminded of a quote from Les MIserables, that I thought summed up my thoughts about him pretty well–”He was a charming young man, who was capable of being terrible.” I was really attracted to the dichotomy that exists within him–the difference between his public face, the face of the politician, and who he really is, the darkness of his true self. I liked that he seemed capable of moving between the two with ease–that he could placate a crowd of people with only his words and force of personality, and keep the fact that he is capable of doing terrible things for the sake of his own advancement hidden from the people he supposedly “serves”.

I was also really interested in this particular line--”It was not because his heart was made of stone, though, it was because he enjoyed, far too much, how the dilapidated organ seemed to squeeze merrily when they said his name.” I liked that there was a human element to him–that there’s an element of himself that he has a hard time controlling. That despite being cold and intimately familiar with his own darkest instincts, he has a heart that still beats wildly and craves the attention of other human beings, that at one time, for a brief fraction of a second, felt something akin to love for someone else.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

AND SEEM A SAINT, WHEN MOST I PLAY THE DEVIL

Ronan has no interest in being subservient to anyone, but he’s also aware of the fact that in order to make any kind of advancement within the Montague ranks, he’s going to have to play their game to a certain extent. I’m interested in how his two faces would work within the context of the Montagues–How long will he be able to play at being the loyal soldier before the enormity of his ambition starts to get in the way? Has he ever really been good at hiding his true nature? Being in the mob would be an interesting litmus test for how well his carefully crafted facades would stand up against real and intense scrutiny.

SINCE I CANNOT PROVE A LOVER

I’d love for Ronan to have to reckon with the fact that his heart isn’t made of stone, and that for a half second he believed that he could have actually been in love with someone else. What was it about Lucien that caught Ronan, whose heart is so firmly fixed on himself, off guard in that moment? There’s clearly something about him that Ronan can’t let go of–why is he so intent on keeping the man that could so easily destroy him so close to his chest? I’d love to explore the mutual destruction of their relationship further, because I feel like it’s the one area of his life where Ronan actually feels really vulnerable. It’s the thing in his life he has the least control over, no real contingency plan for–ever since their eyes locked across that room, he’s never been able to plan for Lucien’s role in his life.

THIS GLORIOUS SUN OF YORK

I’d like to see how Ronan would react if he faced some kind of concequences for his past actions–specifically the murders of his parents, which set him on his fated path. I think that Ronan only belives in real religion when it’s convienent for him, but the belief that he has been set on some kind of divine path since he was young is a fundemental part of his being–if an obstruction appeared on that path, would it shake his faith in both a religious sense, and his faith in himself? I’d love to explore the relationship–or lack thereof–he has with his family, how the way his parents views of him might have shaped how he views himself with regards to his disability, or how he might have strived to overcome their views of him. His name is the reason he is able to get his foot inside of so many doors, the reason he is able to dress his body in the finest fabrics, the reason he is able to walk his divine path–and yet he hated the two people who gave it to him. How does he feel about that legacy?

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Yes! Ronan lives his life in such a way that I think he’s prepared for that eventuality.

IN DEPTH

What is your favorite place in Verona?

The smile that Ronan gives at the question is a practiced one, designed exactly for moments such as this–a small quirk at the corner of his lips, just enough teeth. Enough to give the general idea of interest and a certain level of enthusiasm, and to hide the quick shaft of iritation that shoots up the curve of his spine and into his shoulderblades. The truth of the matter is he has no favorite place in Verona–places are just vessels for people and the actions that occur within them. He’s never understood sentimentality in a larger sense, but it seems particularly like a waste of time when it’s applied to something as inconcequential as a particular arrangement of bricks or wood. However, he can’t say that to a reporter–constituents wouldn’t take kindly to their councilman brushing off their beloved city as buidlings with arbitrary meanings assigned to them.

“That’s easy,” He says with a wave of his hand and a chuckle. “The Hotel Emilia, where I met my husband Lucien. How can I answer any other place than where I met the love of my life? That’s not to say I don’t enjoy other spots in the city as well–the library has a special place in my heart as well.”

What does your typical day look like?

“Can any day ever be considered typical in Verona?” He laughs and lifts his shoulders in an attempt at a shrug–it’s a painful motion, but he does the same thing he’s done since childhood when he didn’t want to give away his position at the top of the stairs–he bites down hard on his tongue to keep the sound from escaping.

“I’m usually up before my husband.” Because he sleeps in a bed in one of six apartments scattered throughout the city on any given night, because Ronan’s bones have never known comfort, even in sleep. “I like to check the news, make sure I know what’s going on in the city and around the world. Answer emails, texts, sometimes I get so wrapped up in things that I forget breakfast entirely.” Because you cannot make plans for battle without first knowing your enemy as intimately as you know yourself, because the best performance is a well informed one. “And then depending on the day I’m either off to my weekly physical therapy appointments or straight to work. I’m a bit boring I’m afraid–always a little too focused on my work for my own good.” Because he is born to do it, because he does it better than anyone else in this city, because there is no difference between divine will and the will of Ronan Ivarsson.

What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

His muscles tense for a fraction of a second as he processes the question–an imperceptible hesitation unless you knew to look for it. He makes a mental note to double check the publication this reporter claims that he works for, before leaning back in his chair and tapping his fingers idly against the arm of his chair. He doesn’t believe in mistakes, mistakes would imply wrong steps and Ronan Ivarsson does not make wrong steps–every decision he has ever made has been to serve his own purposes in the best way possible, and the fact that he is sititng in this office is proof that it has all been nessecary, that his actions have been ordained by a higher power. He resolutely does not look at the silver band on his finger, does not probe the uselessness and empty symbology of that particular object. “Any moment where my constituents have felt like I have not been representing their interests to the best of my ability could be considered a mistake, but I have to be honest with you–I see mistakes as starting points for learning, and making better decisions. All of the mistakes that I’ve made have helped me to become a better man, and a better leader for Verona.”

What has been the most difficult task asked of you?

Bending the knee to Damiano Montague, without question. A necessary evil, but evil all the same.

“Making the best possible decisions for the people of Verona. The trust of the people is the most important thing an official can have, and I want to do everything in my power to prove to them that they made the correct decision when they gave it to me. It’s not a responsibility I take lightly.”

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

It’s the first question all day that has considered a real modicum of thought, that has required Ronan to choose his next words with care. He leans foward so he is better able to clasp his hands together on top of his desk, even though the motion pulls at the muscles in his shoulders in a way that is uncomfortable. “So often in these kinds of conflicts there are no real winners, are there? My only thoughts are for the people of Verona, and my sincere hope that they do not suffer the concequences of a fight they have no stakes in.” Soon enough they will both bend the knee to me. Soon enough their blood will mix as it flows through the streets, as it slips between the spaces of my fingers.

Extras: If you have anything else you’d like to include (further headcanons, an inspo tag, a mock blog, etc), feel free to share it here! This is OPTIONAL.

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Existence (part 1)

A Guilty Gear Fanfiction

Sol trugged his way though desert of Neo New York. A long day of training with the Ky had passed again. One step closer to being able to truly fight that bastard, Asuka. It wasn't hard training, per se. He just wasn't used to using tatics and complex strategies in a fight.

'More like convoluted...When did the boy-scout become such a slave driver anyway?' The passing thought allowed for a small appreciative grunt. He would never admit it, but he feels lucky to have the first king's help. Too much has happened..IS HAPPENING in this point in his life and with the upcoming showdown Sol wanted to be sure to walk away victorious, even if it means "trying his best".

As he continued his way up a steep hill, lost in his thoughts, he heard a voice called out to him.

"Fre~derick!"

Sol looked up, stunned at the name and voice. Two hundred plus years later, and her smile still makes his heart skip a beat. Waving happily as she always did before all the bullshit. Bullshit that Auska, Aria, and himself had a hand in creating. Though, Aria was more of an victim than anything.

A victim of their weakness. Thier incapability to protect the one person who meant something to the both of them. Their personal ambitions choices, and acts repentance. Their centuries age feud, many times over. It was both a blessing and a curse to have her back in this savage life.

"Tsc! You're up and about." His voice held very minuscule bit of teasing. He was eased to see her up, though her appearance caused him a bit of paused. Shoulder length silver hair with a crimson under in placed of vibrant red. Skin a shade darker than usual. Eyes of sparkling emerald. She looked like a cross between the Aria of old and Jack-o of now.

"Well when you've been out of commission for as long as I have..."

"Yeah.. I get it. So You came to pick me up? Thought you would be trying to explore with Dizzy or one of your 'sisters'."

"I ..Did..but I came to meet you..To speak with you one on one...Like old times."

Sol noticed the uncertainty in her voice. The way she played with a left front lock of her hair, a nervous tick that Aria had and made both him and Auska swear not to mentioned it. Sol folded his arms and looked towards the setting sun silently, before giving the slightest invitation to join him. Aria smiled as she walked to his side. She took a moment to drink him in. He was so different compared to what he was all those years ago and yet so familiar.

"Two centuries been good to you. Still have that infamous deposition of yours though."

His skin was a bit tanner, hair much longer; body was stronger, taller, and bulkier than she recalled. The most striking thing was his eyes, the color of fine burbon, slightly draconian in nature; and strkingly cold on the surface. Aria knew better though he always had eyes like that, even as her stringly, lone wolf, genius with ocean green eyes. His eyes held so much hidden emotion and turmoil. A hunger to succeed, a need to find a place in the world. She poked his bicep with a curious appreciation.

"Where did my twig of a scientist go?"

"I ate him."

Aria gave a faux gasp and playfully looked away. "My, oh my..Is that to say my darling Frederick is gone and all that left is you, Sol?...Eh I can live with that."

Sol clicked his teeth but let a smirk grace his lips as he felt her lean on him. Aside from the primal instinctual urges (that he belive came from the human, gear and seed within him) from feeling her body upon his, her touch was calming, her voice melodic, it been such a long time since he felt this human.

"This feels so surreal, being here with you." She clenched fist feeling a strength and power she never had in the past, no trace of TP either.

"Hmm, I would say so. You haven't been you in so long."

"Its haven't been long...Not for me. The last thing I remember is sleeping. After that, everything played like vivd dreams and nightmares, but I know that's not the case...Those 'dreams' are memories..."

The pain in her voice killed the Sol many times over. He kept towards the setting sun,l ooking at her through his left peripheral. Her smile; contemptible yet gracious.

"I know so much about this world and its workings, yet this is the first time I ever breathed its air, felt its sun, stepped on its surface. It's disorienting."

"I would suppose so. It'll take a while, but you'll find your place."

"Do I deserve one?"

That caused the immoral flame to look directly at her, his eyes burning with anger. She glared back, fist clenched.

"The hell make you think you don't? Of course you do, just as much as anyone else."

"How can you be so sure!? After everything I've done, do you really believe that I deserve to be alive?"

"Aria, you aren't responsible for that damnit!"

"Bullshit!"

Sol was stunned at the force of her voice, the fire in her eyes, threating him to interrupt.

"DON'T YOU DARE PATRONIZE ME! You might think of me as innocent, but the fucking scenes in my head say different. I've orchestrated a fucking war that put this world and humanity to the brink. I killed kliff Underson; Yours and Ky's master. "

It was then that the tears fell freely, but she held her glare. " I tried to kill my...OUR daughter...OUR FAMILY in the baptism 13 event...I tried to kill YOU. God, I tried to kill you multiple times."

She couldn't stand to look at him anymore and turned her back towards him. "You especially suffered so much because of me."

"If you remember those events, you must remember that I KILLED YOU AT LEAST TWICE!"

"I was a threat to the world at the time..You had to do it."

"Tsch! Now who's being patronizing! Just so you know if I knew I wouldn't have kiiled you."

Aria looked over her shoulder at the gear, who glare turned a look of annoyance.

"You are just as much as a victim of as anyone else. You didn't sign up to be used by Asuka, by the Universal Will or any other asshole. You were violated..Your DNA... Your very soul and existence, used as tool by forces out of your control."

The reborn woman turned directly to him face full of rage and disgust "IT WAS STILL MY SOUL! MY EXISTENCE! THAT CAUSE THIS WORLD! NO MATTER BY WHO COMMAND..IT WAS STILL..Still.Aria Hale?..Justice?...Valentine?..Jack-o?..

Aria let out a broken laugh as she felt the anger subsided and a deep emptiness set in..."My god..I don't even know who I am...am I any of these names that I said..." She looked at Sol pleadingly. "Why did you save me?"

Sol growled harshly before grabbing her by the wrist, pulling her towards him..into a surprising gentle and familiar embraced. "Cause you're Aria, Damnit."

She tried to fight his grip, fruitlessly. Whether it was due to her emotional fatigue in opposition to his gear strength or how reminiscent it felt; as if they were back in their lab, she didn't know but she quickly gave in; trembling against his chest, unconsciously gripping his back for dear life.

"Who is Aria? There so much thoughts, emotions and memories about me..you..us... but I have not existed long enough to have any one them. So what make you so sure?"

"Other than curves of your body?"

The sound of her sucking her teeth, the feel of ger punching his back, followed by her distinct pout cause a smirk on Sol's face.

"Really? Must you always be insensitive, Frederick. 200 years..and you're still horrible at flirting."

"200 years and you're still easy to tease." Sol looked down at her before sighing deeply. " Still you're as much 'Aria Hale' as' Frederick Bulsara' is me. We have their souls and past. It's unfortunate, but we are what left of those two. Tasked with living in the world the three of them created through their own selfishness. The result of their sins."

Aria let out a cold chuckle but kept her hold. " So what do that make me..make us? A replacement, a place holder, inheritors of their guilt and sin?"

[casassin]

I was tagged by the wonderful @woollenpharaohs to list my 10 favorite ships. I still can't belive people actually know I exist on this site. Seriously. Thanks so much for tagging me!

Now this is gonna be quite hard because I just have way too many ships to function, but I'm gonna try anyway. The order won't actually mean anything really since I'm the kind of person to jump from ship to ship.

(this is actually my second try doing this since my computer crashed in the middle of doing this. Thanks a bunch computer)

1.Dean Winchester/Castiel-Supernatural

Do you wanna have your heart broken and ripped to shreds? Then buckle up because I have the right ship for you!

These two have ruined me. Just like the show this ship is of great emotional value to me and I love it dearly. At this point the show is basically the most painful slow burn fic in the disguise of a TV show and I honestly can't complain. Each hug is fuel for my soul and gets me through another day.

2. Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham-Hannibal

Tbh this ship actually shares the first place with Destiel because I discovered them both at the same time where I didn't feel great at all and they both helped me through really tough times.

When it comes to Hannigram I'll always remember that one post that said that Hannibal lives in his own wonderland amongst pigs, who'll never be able to understand him and his wonderland, until he stumbles upon Will who sees and understands.

And in the end we are all just searching for someone who understands us, aren't we?

Beautifully dark relationship that tugs on your heartstrings more than it should.

3. Alana Bloom/Margot Verger-Hannibal

What would the murder husbands be without their counterpart murder wives?

Two beautiful women that kill their abuser via drowning and leave him to be eaten by his giant pet moray eel. Who then get married and have a beautiful son together. Bryan Fuller I truly thank you for this gift, for those beautiful ladies brighten my shadowy days.

4. Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy-Supernatural

Even though I've always been a huge sucker for Sam/Gabriel, these two took me over by storm. They've had such great chemistry and I instantly fell in love with the idea of them being together since she's been first introduced. Such a shame the writers don't like their own characters to have an ounce of happiness. Hello denial thanks for showing me all those fix it fics.

5.Trevor Philips/Michael De Santa-GTA V

(not really a lot of gifs to use for that one)

Oh boy... Complete dumpster fire of a ship and guilty pleasure. I've actually shipshamed myself so long for this. But after playing the game multiple times, you just can't help but realize, that this ship sails itself.

Sometimes I wonder how I went from shipping girly anime looking guys to ship whatever these men are.

But this ship has some real emotional baggage and when you look behind the kinda disgusting surface, you see a relationship more flawed and real than most fanfiction offers. And oh man has this ship some really great fics!

6.Geralt of Rivia/Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy- The Witcher 3

I present to you: my current obsession

Even though my only knowledge of their relationship comes from the Blood and Wine DLC (because I've bought the books just now so I haven't read them) I still fell hard for this. Very hard.

A higher vampire killing his own blood brother, a bond much stronger than a human could ever imagine, to save his dudebro and thus becoming hated and hunted amongst his own kind for all eternity. This ship might be the definition of : there is no hetero explanation for this. You can't fool me CD Projekt Red. These two were clearly in love.

7. Mac/Dennis-iasip

What do I love more.

The meme that evolved from this scene or the ship?

Another one of those rough gems and my former obsession . With people so deeply flawed that it's more realistic than the most stuff you see on television these days. There is something about their dynamic that is so interesting to witness. Another one of those ships with some seriously great fanfics just like the one from the lovely person that tagged me.

8.Joseph Oda/Sebastian Castellanos-The Evil Within

Just by looking at this one can imagine that this is anything but a happy ship. Just take all the angst you can imagine and put it in a ship. There we go. Now you've got Joseb.

Another one of those games where you can't help but notice the chemistry and ask yourself if there was something more. I always revisit this one when I feel the urge to get some angst into my system.

9.Johnny Rayflo/Charles J. Chrishunds-Vassalord

My whole life was dedicated to this manga during my teenage years. Just looking at this gif still makes my heart swell in my chest. It's propably the reason why I have such a soft spot for vampires and I still have a special place for these two in my heart. Looks like I've got to reread this soon.

10. Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier-X-Men

I think we all have a special love for that one ship that introduced us to shipping and just fandoms in general. This one is mine.

I still have folders of crappy fanart of them, when I first tried drawing. And one of my first fics was also dedicated to them. I don't know if they either destroyed me or showed me the way into my safe space. And even if my obsession has slowly faded, I still consider this one of my most favorite ships.

That was a ride. My god

Even though I have a lot more I think I'm quite satisfied with how this turned out.

Like always I'm gonna tag (and bother) two of my favorite ladies @kira-hayashi and @natari-55

[the-blueish-trashcan]

What Happened? (W/TW)

(Trigger Warrnings: Blood, Mild Violence, Brief mention of a panic attack, Heavily implied animal death, and body horror. The worst of theese warnings can be skipped and there are signs before the TW and after)   Henry used to enjoy the trip to Joey's office. It used to mean small chat, laughter, and happiness. It used to be a nice break from the hectic schedule he had. It used to mean safety. Now, now it meant dread. All encompassing fear-fueled dread. Joey changed. He's not sure why or how, but Joey changed. What was once a dream fueled and brilliant man who always bore a smile. Now he was a cruel unwavering shell left behind from some unknown accident.     Sometimes he would attempt to be normal again. He would become affectionate again, and Henry would think the phase was over. He would think Joey was back, his Joey. He was always wrong. Henry had never had a panic attack in his life until recently. Now they were common. The stress, the screaming, the fear, and the strange rituals. He just wanted his partner back. His lover, not this monster.     Henry shook out his thoughts. He just needed to run theese frames by Joey so they could be finalized. That was it. No need to fear. So why, when he reached the door, did his heart drop like a stone? He reached his hand to the door and slowly pushed it open, not wanting to disturb the man inside.  ---((WARNING THIS IS WHERE THE TW COME INTO PLAY. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. PLEASE SKIP THIS PART IF NEEDED)---    Blood. Overwhelming his senses. Thick and coppery. It hung in the air; oppressing all other smells. He was practically gagging on it. Joey sat in the middle of the room on the outside of a pentagram. He was distracted and chanting something softly. He didn't even seem to notice Henry's entrance. Beside him lay- oh god. That was a knife. There was blood covering Joey's clothes and on the floor. Fur everywhere. Something lay towards the back of them room, it appeared to be an animal. A dead animal.     After a moment of soft chanting a puddle of ink began to bubble into the pentagram. Pulling itself out of the murk was a vaguely feline creature. Joey began to bounce on his knees, a wide smile pulling his thin lips taut. He looked manical. Insane. The creature opened it's gaping maw, ink dripping to the floor, and screamed.     It was low and echoed like a chorus. A painful, horrible sound. It began to take its claws and rip into the floorboards. It's body seemed to shift within itself. Sometimes it had three eyes, other times, the creature had two mouths. It grotesquely lurched it's head side to side. It never stopped it's cry. Henry felt sick to his stomach. He gripped his sides and began to shake. This couldn't be happening. Please God this can't be happening.   --(THE TW PART OF THIS STORY HAS ENDED. IT IS NOW SAFE TO READ FROM THIS POINT FORWARD. KEEP IN MIND THERE STILL IS SOME MILD VIOLENCE)--     As quickly as the thing ripped out of the floor, it sunk out, gargling and shifting the whole way. It seemed to be almost choking on the ink as it finally collapsed into the floor. Joey slammed his fist on the ground and cursed. Henry made a chocked noise and dropped his papers to the floor. Unsteady on his feet, holding the doorframe to stay upright, Henry stood in pure horror. What had Joey done? Joeseph whipped his head up, furious, until he saw who it was. His face turned soft and caring as he stood up and went to comfort the man.     "Oh Henry, I'm so sorry you had to see that. It's all over now alright," He comforted. "I can explain everything"     The taller man moved his hand to touch Henry's shoulder. Part of Henry wanted to lean into Joey, and forget anything happened. That was a very small part. As soon as Joey got close he smacked his hand away.      "Do NOT touch me. Ever again. Do you understand me Mr. Drew?" He couldn't understand why his voice was so steady.    When had Henry ever called him that? He couldn't remember a time when he had, besides teasing. He felt numb and angry. Joey wasn't going to get better. This was his last straw. He was leaving and no one, least of all Joey, could stop him.     "Please Henry let me explain! It will only take a moment-" Joey began, attempting again to touch Henry.       "If you touch me I will break your wrist Joeseph. I can't belive what- oh god." Henry lurched forward, dry heaving for a few moments.      He pulls himself upward and looks the man he once loved in the eye. Joey's  eyes were no longer that soft carmel, but rather a hard brown. No longer comforting was his gaze. Instead, it seemed like his stare was a death sentence. So Henry left. He went to his office and sat, and he began to write.     In front of him sat a letter. A letter that could make his dreams come true. So when he made his way to Joey's office an hour later he knew what he was going to do.     The office was now clean. No evidence of what had happened not long before. Even Joey had changed into new clothes. When Henry walked in and Joesph smiled, the look did not reach his eyes. The eyes Henry once thought he could get lost in. God he was stupid. Henry didn't say a word as he made his way across the room.     "Henry! I'm so glad your back! Now I can explain wha-"      "I quit" Henry interjected, and slammed the letter onto the desk.      "Find a new animator," he quipped "A new p-partner" He began to choke on his words, holding back tears as Joey stared in disbelief.     Could he take it back? Could he sit down and listen to what Joey had to say?  They had been together this lo-    Joey launched himself forward, interrupting Henry's thoughts. Joey grabbed his tie and yanked him forward. He began to mutter to him in a threatening tone.    "You will NOT leave me you understand? You CANNOT leave. I won't lEt yOU lEAvE mE!" His voice rose to a shout and seemed to distort.     Henry tried his best to pull away from Joey, but he could not his grip was too strong. Joey's eyes were becoming darker. Henry was openly crying now, he just wanted to leave why couldn't he leave?! Then the pain. The stinging of his cheek, Joey's raised hand, and the loosening of his tie. Joeseph looked from his hand to Henry, eyes now normal, in horror.     "Wait, wait no no NO! Henry no please! Please don't leave me! I'm sorry I didn't- please! Henry stop! Get away from the door Henry stop!!" Joey cried after him. His tone desperate. He sound like a child begging for his mother to not leave him. Please don't abandon him here.     His whole body shook as he collapsed to the ground. Henry couldn't leave! He hadn't meant to hurt him. Oh god he hurt him. He hurt the one man who truly loved him, or atleast the one man who once loved him. What had he done? For the sake of dreams, was it worth it? Were his dreams worth THIS?! He had to say yes. What else could he cling to?    Henry gathered the last of his things, tears burning in his eyes. For thoose who would have looked on his cheek lay a mark. A handprint. A teastmeant to goodbye. . . .      Henry sat on the couch of his Sister-in-law's house. Her godawful employers making her work at a time like this. He stared at the phone in front of him. Waiting, praying for a call that would tell him his niece was safe. That she was alive. Hoping to whatever god may listen, that there wasn't a bullet in her head.    He suddenly felt a stare at his back. He knew without turning it was an accusatory one. Damien, Natalie's older brother, blamed him. For his father's death, and now this. The worst part? He wasn't wrong in a sense.    "Yknow Damien," he said to the young man "I remember a while back you asked me why I didn't stay in that damn animation studio. Follow my dreams an' all that?"    He had caught the his attention. Henry gestured for him to sit down next to him.    "You sure you want to find out what happened?"

[ilovetowritebutwhohastime]

(1/2) Hello!🌹 First of all i'm really looking forward to your hogwarts au & I can't wait for it to start💕 Secondly I just really need to talk about this whole KM thing, bc omg. Like sure i'm a shipper of them but I haven't really belived that actually might be more than friends. But now with that clip of JM going straight to JK I feel so different towards it. Like it shows how special their bond r, platonic or not, & it made me think that they can be more than friends. JM doesn't even...-☘

(2/2)say hi just goes straight to JK while the others does what they (probably) r expected to do & that did something to my heart. Like i'm so soft for these two & that clip just made me even softer. If they truly r more than friends then I applaud them for managing to keep it under wraps like that's such a hard thing to do when you're so close 24/7 & a public person. And if they last forver then i'm so happy for them bc they truly deserve the world, this can't be easy for them. -☘

I am so glad you are looking forward to the Hogwarts AU! I am really looking forward to writing it. I have wanted to write one for awhile, but other things kept grabbing my attention. Now is the right time, apparently.

Listen, that gifset that @goldenjapan put together so well is, as usual, impeccable work. It also shows nothing more and nothing less than the truth. There is no denying that the others were talking to the camera, something that Jimin doesn’t generally hesitate to do, and there is no denying that he power walked right by to be in that room with Jungkook. The others were not in there. They came in later, and expressed sincere concern, but it was Jimin who was there the whole time and who was actually helping to move Jungkook’s leg so it wouldn’t get wet. Not only was he there, there was no surprise or protest from any of the other members. This tells me that this behavior is expected from Jimin and no one else. No matter how you want to address it--they’re closest friends, they’re dating, they’re in love--NO ONE should be denying that the relationship they have is unique within the group. If it was not unique, they all would have rushed into Jungkook’s room OR Jimin would have stopped to talk. 

Ultimately, this scene, especially now that we are getting it from the other angle, makes a lot of things really clear. People who dismissed it or said that another member was in the room the whole time after Burn the Stage are just flat out wrong. It was Jimin and Jimin only...and no one was surprised. 

I am with you in terms of being soft for this beautiful relationship on whatever level it exists on.