#also the people who hate her for “not fighting”

[queermania]

i am angry. and i'm upset and hurt and disappointed and reeling etc. and i have my own personal feelings about what people have or have not been advocating for over the last few months leading up to this but i'm not sure any of it matters right now and i'm not sure why everyone is so ready to turn on each other. it seems pretty obvious right now that the problem wasn't third party voters or even people who abstained. it wasn't harris's stance on palestine/israel (in either direction). it wasn't the cheney endorsement. it wasn't anything related to her policies one way or another or anything we've all been arguing about for months now. none of it even fucking mattered, based on the numbers.

it's not a secret that this country hates women and loves white supremacy. i'm not going to make it easier for them to get rid of me, or you. i refuse to hold a knife to the throats of the people who are ultimately on my side, just because we might disagree about how to accomplish something. i am going to link arms with you and we're going to move forward together. we're going to do our daily clicks for palestine. we're going to donate e-sims and to pcrf. we're going to donate to ukraine. and abortion funds. we're going to continue helping with the border crisis. and trying to unfuck the climate. and whatever else we need to. we're going to get organized and we're not going to wait until the next election cycle to do it. we are also going to make sure we sign up for healthcare and take care of ourselves.

there are a billion things we need to do (and feel free to add links and resources to this post if you want to pass them on) but i'm simply not going to waste my energy fighting with people who aren't trying to kill me when so many others want me dead.

[thepinkmarlinguy]

As much I hate to say it but though some of those people who didn’t vote were misogynistic and/or racist the is a also a good chunk of them that did not respond positively to the democrats “vote for us to save democracy” message and were not captured by Kamala who instead of building on her momentum to promise bold things instead pulled back as a generic “civility politics” democrat who adopted policies from Biden one of the presidents with the lowest approval ratings in history. This election was in part decided by those who didn’t vote yes but it was mostly decided by democratic advisors refusing to learn from their mistakes from 2016 and to use a losing strategy. Regardless of which you believe to be more at fault they both failed and this is our reality. Keep yourself and your loved ones safe. We must survive this and keep up the fight

The same number of people voted for Trump in 2020.

The same number of people voted for 3rd party candidates in 2020.

15 million people who showed up for Biden, didn’t show up for Harris.

This election was decided by the people who didn’t vote.

[itsonlyjoseph]

Make Me Hurt || Eddie Munson x Reader

synopsis: Y/N lives her life coping torment from Eddie Munson day in and day out, but after a certain encounter, everything changes

warnings: Bully!Eddie, angst,

word count: 4.5k

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The fluorescent over head lights bounced off the white linoleum and burned into your eyeballs. It was currently 8:30 am and the morning rush of Hawkins High School had already began.

People gathered in their cliques around the parking lot and in the halls. Cheerleaders, jocks, band geeks, honour roll student, slackers, stoner, all of them.

You were by yourself, obviously, as you trudged your way down the hall towards your locker. You hated this school for many reasons. The food, the facilities, the people. Actually, mainly just one person. Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson... were to begin...

He was a tall, dark, metalhead who hated everyone and everything and he made it known. Eddie wasn't popular by any means. He too was an outcast. Him and his friends dubbed satanists and cultists by everyone around them, and even though you too were an outcast, you were an even bigger loser than him. He made it known that you were dirt beneath his dirty white sneakers. Sure, he'd felt that way about everyone but for some unknown reason, it was personal with you. He made your entire high school career a living, breathing hellscape.

You didn't even know what you did to him to make him target you personally. You had barely ever spoken to him, aside from when you had to. Eddie wasn't the most approachable guy so people rarely went up to him unless they were looking to end the day with less teeth. He was happy get into his fair share of school yard fights.

You felt the atmosphere change as your ears perked up at the familiar sound of sneakers slapping the floor. You sighed out an already exhausted breath, just knowing that today would be no different than any other day.

Just as the footsteps got closer, you felt a large, rough hand grip your shoulder and swing you around. You came face to face with Eddie's broad chest, making you look up timidly to his his sneering face staring you down. He had a look of hatred that always sent a wave of anxiety and sadness through you.

What did I ever do to you?

"Hi." You squeaked out, meekly.

"I told you to keep your shit out of the Hellfire room." He seethed.

Ah, yes. The Hellfire room. An empty class room down in the west wing that Eddie and his friends occupied every day. No one knew what actually happened in there. Many people said they did their devil stuff in there. Once, someone even said they sacrificed a baby lamb in there. You didn't believe that one. Much.

"But I haven't been down there." You tried to defend yourself. Eddie didn't care. His fist came up and collided with the locker behind your head before he walked away.

You didn't know what stuff Eddie was talking about. You really hadn't been down there. At least not with any item to leave behind. Maybe he just wanted a reason to torment you.

Eddie wasn't the only person that tormented you. You also had to cop it from the jocks and cheerleaders. They called you names, kicked your bag across the room, tripped you, the usual nasty high school stuff.

It was different with Eddie. It didn't feel like the typically high school bullying. It felt worse. Angrier. Meaner.

The school day felt like it was dragging on, they way it did every day for you. Every day was the same. School. Eddie. Work. Repeat. It was draining. Your parents expected the most out of you and wouldn't settle for anything less.

Lunch was your favourite period because you could disappear for a while and be by yourself. You could take a breath. Typically, you sat in the library or behind the gym but considering the heavy rainfall today, you sat in the library.

The library was only ever littered with dorks and the quiet kids. They never spoke to you but you felt safe with them. It was almost impossible to find one of the popular kids in the library. Even less of a chance of seeing Eddie in here.

The rain pelted heavy against the windows as you found your usual spot under the staircase. You sat on an old beanbag and were surrounded my bookcases. You were pretty undetectable here. Opening your sack lunch and the book you were currently reading, you settled in. You were calm and happy, not a care in the world for the next 45 minutes. Or so you thought.

The library doors squeaked open after a few minutes but you paid no mind. Until you heard that all too familiar voice.

Your eyes widened, half in fear and half in exhaustion. You had never encounter Eddie in here but now this little slice of solitude was tainted.

From your place under the staircase, you had a perfectly hidden view of where Eddie was standing. He was being looked down at by Principal Higgins and it seemed like he was being reprimanded for something. For the first time in your whole life, Eddie looked almost… Scared? Beaten down? Nervous? Sad?

You couldn’t quite tell.

“Listen, Munson. I want you out of my school more than anyone but I have half a mind to keep you back again. Teach you a lesson on respect. You think people like you go far in life? You think your dad got very far?” You listened to Principle Higgins berate Eddie whilst he stood there and took it. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost feel bad for him.

“Keep in line or I’ll ruin what little chance you have at a future.” Principal Higgins threatened before taking a breath and stepping forward. “And don’t think I won’t enjoy it.”

He finally left after that last comment and Eddie stood still, a completely unreadable look on his hard face. Your place under the stairs hid you just enough to keep looking at him and analysing him.

You saw Eddie take a deep breath and rub his forehead with the back of his hand. Suddenly, your hiding spot was sorely revealed when the little foam balls in your bean bag shifted, making a rather loud sound.

Eddie turned his head slowly to the source of the noise, his face turning from unreadable to angry the moment he spotted you.

With wide eyes, you whipped your head back round to completely hide your body from view. You took a few deep breaths to calm your racing nerves.

In a few seconds, Eddie would most likely round the corner of the staircase and rip your book from your hands, screaming at you until you cried.

But he didn’t. Eddie didn’t round the corner to yell at you. Nothing.

You braved another look the where Eddie was standing and saw that he was gone. That was definitely odd. You’d accidentally heard Eddie getting in trouble and he didn’t do anything about it. He just left.

Maybe he was taking Principle Higgins words seriously and actually keeping himself in line. Maybe that meant no more bullying.

After a short while, the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. You’d packed up your items and stuffed them back into your bag, distracted. For once, your mind was elsewhere. You weren’t scared of walking around the school like you normally were.

Placing your Walkman over your ears and turning it on, the sound of Fleetwood Mac flowing through your ears, you walked out of the library humming along. Your mind of occupied with thoughts of what you’d do after work tonight, what pyjamas you’d wear to bed, what movie you’d watch along tonight.

You were blissfully unaware of the looming presence behind you.

Eddie had waiting for you outside the library to give you a piece of his mind for eavesdropping on him like that.

Just before you could turn down an empty hallway, you felt a rough hand come down harshly on the shoulder, yanking you back against a wall with a yelp.

Eddie ripped the Walkman from around your ears and out of your pocket and smashed it on the ground. You watched the little pieces of plastic spread out on the floor around your feet.

“Why are you always lurking somewhere, huh?” Eddie yelled in your face. “That was my business!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” You pleading, Eddie’s hands pressing your shoulders roughly into the wall and tears welling up in your eyes.

Eddie was pressing you into the wall so hard, your feet just barely scraped the ground.

“You shouldn’t have heard that!” He continued. The anger intensifying.

“I’m sorry!” You sobbed. You had tears streaming down your face as you looked up at Eddie with wide, unblinking eyes and for a moment all Eddie could see was his mother, terrified and pleading for his father not to hurt her. “Please don’t hurt me Eddie.”

Eddie’s hands loosened for just a moment. “I’m not my dad!” He shouted and stepped back, stomping off down the hall and leaving you all alone.

You fell to the floor in a crying heap and tried to catch your breath.

Sure, Eddie had been tormenting you for years. Saying all kinds of nasty things but never once had he gotten physical. Eddie pushing you against the wall didn’t necessarily hurt but you were scared that he wanted to hit you.

You also weren’t sure what he meant when he said he wasn’t his dad. You’d heard Principal Higgins talk about Eddie’s dad just before but you didn’t know the extent of it.

After you’d wiped your tears and calmed down, you gathered up the pieces of your smashed Walkman and shoved it back into the front of your bag.

You’d cycled to school that day and decided for the first time ever, you’d skip. Beat the rush and go home for a few hours before work tonight. You might even call in sick.

At home, your dad was sitting in the armchair in front of the TV when you’d walked through the door.

“Hey Button, what are you doing home so early?” Your dad wondered. He was a gentle man with a pot belly and kind eyes.

“Oh, I just wasn’t feeling too hot. I think I might be approaching my ladies days. I just wanted to relax a bit before work.” You lied. You never lied to your dad.

“Okay, baby. You feel better soon.”

“Thanks dad.”

In your room, you placed the pieces of Walkman on your desk, along with the equally broken tape. It was your favourite.

You’d spent 65 dollars of your hard earned money on that thing and another 8 dollars on the Fleetwood Mac tape.

Lying down on your bed, you snuggled into yourself and just stared at the wall. For some reason, you felt bad for Eddie Munson. Sure, you didn’t deserve the things he said to you but you didn’t have to be genius to see that he was troubled. He probably had a bad home life and was taking his anger out on others.

You shouldn’t feel bad but you did. It was your best and worst quality. You felt things too deeply. No matter how terrible someone seems to be, you can’t help but feel sorry for them and want to help them and protect them from whatever’s hurting them. You wished whatever pain was inside Eddie’s head, you could transfer over to you so he didn’t have to feel that way.

Your eyes began to get heavier and heavier and soon enough the next thing you know, it’s pitch black outside and a patch of drool coats your cheek. You’d fallen asleep. You felt a little better but considering the sky was dark, you’d missed work today.

You rolled over and looked at the bright red numbers on your alarm clock.

3:19 am.

You definitely missed work tonight. Oh well, you decided you’d just give them a call tomorrow and explain that you were sick. Surely, they’d understand. You were a good enough worker that they wouldn’t think you just bailed.

The next morning, your opens opened to the sound of your dad gently tapping on your door. Looking over at the clock, you saw that it was now 8:30 am.

“Hey sweetie. How are you feeling?” Your dad asked as he opened the door.

For a moment, you forgot. You forgot that Eddie wanted to hurt you. You forgot your broken Walkman and you forgot the look of hatred in his face.

“Uh.. I’m not sure. My stomach hurts still.” You wheezed out. You added a fake little cough for good measure.

“Alright, you rest up and I’ll call Principal Higgins. I might even stop by Scoops and get you a sundae.” Your dad smiled down at you. You smiled back up at him. He was so kind and he was such a good dad. It made your mind go back to Eddie’s dad. You wondered what he was like.

“Thanks dad.”

Your dad closed your bedroom door and you rolled back over to face the wall again.

You couldn’t feel Eddie’s hands on your shoulders anymore but you remember exactly what it was like.

“God, why does he hate me so much?” You mumbled quietly to yourself.

A day later, it was Saturday. You had never been more thankful for the weekend. You were working at the diner tonight, thankfully, and you had a few hours before your shift started.

Standing in front of your vanity, you brushed out your hair and applied your favourite blue eyeshadow lightly across your lids. Your typical shift went from 5pm up until 12:30am.

It was a long and tiresome shift but you appreciated the money and liked having something to do on your free days. You also had your fair share of loyal customers that you enjoyed seeing and speaking to.

Riding your bike to the diner probably wasn’t the safest considering you left after midnight, but you didn’t have another option. You didn’t own a car and you didn’t want to ask your dad to stay awake for you.

Pulling your uniform out of your wardrobe, you placed the pale yellow dress over your body and tided the frilly white apron around your waist.

Downstairs, your dad was already snoozing in the armchair as the 4 o’clock news played quietly in the background. Placing your keys and lipgloss into your purse, you made your way outside to your bike.

The diner was quiet, as usual. Only a few older guys here and there. Putting your belongings down in the back, you made your way out start your shift.

You noticed your favourite regular sat at the diner bar sipping his coffee quietly and reading the paper.

“Afternoon, Wayne.” You smiled at him.

He looked up and smiled brightly behind his moustache. “Hey there, sweet thing.”

Wayne was a regular for a long time and even though you’d only been working at the diner for a few months, the two of you chatted like old pals every time you saw each other. You talked about movies and music and occasionally talked about work and school but not often.

“Overnight, tonight?” You asked as you topped up his coffee.

“Same as every night. How’s school.”

“Schools whatever.” You mumbled.

“That still giving you a hard time?”

“Is the sky blue?”

Wayne mused.

“You know, if I’ve learnt anything in my time here on earth, boys pick on girls they like.”

You huffed outa breath as if to laugh.

“Nah, I doubt it.”

“Never know.”

“I guess but, this feels different. Just the way he looks at me.”

“Well, maybe there’s something else going on. Maybe he’s troubled or scared of his feelings.”

You looked up at Wayne and noticed he had a sympathetic look on his face.

“Okay love guru.” You laughed. “You hungry yet?”

Wayne smiled and looked over the menu once more before speaking.

“No, just the coffee tonight. I gotta pick up my nephew before I head to work. Lost his license again.” Wayne said as he finished off his coffee and stood.

“Uh, of course.” You replied. You’d heard vaguely about this mystery relative of his. I’ll you knew was that he got himself into trouble and they were each others only family.

Wayne dropped a five dollar bill on the counter and smiled before walking out. It was 4 dollars and 30 cents too much but Wayne had already left by the time you realised.

The rest of the shift was boring and uneventful, as usual and by the time 12:30am rolled around, you smelled like burnt coffee and bacon grease. No wonder you had little blackheads on your chin.

“Okay bye Al!” You called out to the line cook as you mounted your bike.

The weather was cooling off as the summer was coming to an end but it was still nice enough weather to not need a jacket after midnight. It was times this like when you wished you had friends to hang out with and go to parties with.

You took your usual route home but considering it was past midnight on a Saturday, the few dive bars around town were crowded with people. The bar that was on your way home was called The Hideout. It was a sketchy biker bar that housed the towns drunks and heavy metal enthusiasts.

Cycling past, you peered over and felt your stomach drop when you saw who was standing around a group of scary looking guys, all smoking.

It Eddie.

The very same Eddie that you had seen since he pushed you up against the wall.

Coming to a stop on your bike, you needed to catch your breath. You were on the other side of the street and it was dark so you figured it wouldn’t see you but he did. He looked right at you.

His face soften as if he was recognising you. He held an unreadable expression as he stubbed out his cigarette.

The exchange only lasted a moment before you turned back to the road and peddled on down the road and towards home.

For the next several days at school, you’d managed to avoid Eddie at all costs. You saw glimpses of the back of his head or his shoulder but managed to sneak away completely unseen by him.

Normally you hated it when he was mean to you because it hurt your feelings but now you were scared of him. You didn’t really know if he was capable of hurting you physically but you didn’t like to think about it.

You hid in the library or down in the lower levels and raced home afterwards.

You had another late shift on Wednesday after school so instead of going home you decided to take your uniform to school with you and just get your homework done during the quiet periods.

Wayne hadn’t arrived yet when you got there so you decided to brew a fresh pot of coffee for him.

The doorbell chimed just as the pot was finishing brewing. You turned around to greet who you assumed would be Wayne but your blood ran cold when you were met with Wayne… and Eddie.

What is he doing here, and why is he with Wayne? You thought to yourself

Before you realised, you let go of the coffee pot in your hand and it smashed on the floor, coffee spilling around your feet and staining your old white Keds.

“Oh, Y/N. You okay?” Wayne asked concerned.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” You stuttered out, quickly dropping to the ground to clean the mess you’d made. “It slipped.”

“Here, I’ll help clean it up.” Wayne said as he walked to you.

“No!” You exclaimed. “It’s okay, I got it.” You forced a smile.

It was obvious you were incredibly anxious right now, anyone could see it.

“Uh, okay. Well, Y/N, this is my nephew, Eddie.”

You slowly stood back up, still nervous to meet Eddie’s gaze. You didn’t want Wayne to suspect anything so you finally looked up.

Eddie held that same unreadable look on his face that he did on Saturday at the hideout. It was one you hadn’t seen before then. He usually looked so angry and full of hate but now he just looked… like nothing.

“Hi, there.” You mumbled.

Eddie didn’t say anything. He simply turned his lip up to give you an awkward smile.

“Two coffees to start?” You said to no one in particular.

“Yes please, thank you darlin’” Wayne mused back.

The two men sat down at the counter as you turned your back to brew a new fresh pot of coffee. Even though your back was turned, you could feel Eddie's eyes burning holes into the back of your head.

You placed the two cups of coffee down in front of Wayne and Eddie without looking up. You had never felt this on edge in his presence before.

Eddie watched you float around the diner from the corner of his eye, not listening to Wayne speaking, for most of the time he was there. He noticed that you seemed more carefree and happier here then you were at school but he could tell his presence made you anxious.

He hated it.

He didn't really know why he hated you so much. He couldn't place why he tormented you to the extent he did. Sure, he was an asshole to everyone he encountered at school, students and teachers alike, but there was something about you he didn't understand. Something that burned inside him so hot that he saw red every time he saw you. He just wanted to hurt you the way he hurt.

"Alright boy, let's go. I got work soon." You heard Wayne mumble, finishing off his coffee and standing.

You turned and faced the two men for the first time since placing Waynes eggs in front of him.

Eddie was already looking at you.

His usually hard face still held that unreadable expression on it.

"Goodnight, Y/N." Wayne smiled after dropping his money on the counter.

Normally, you would have smiled and waved and said goodbye but tonight you simply raised your hand as the two left. Your eyes lingered on Eddie for a moment longer and then he also left.

When the doorbell chimed, signalling that they were gone, you let out a deep breath you didn't realise you had been holding. Now that Eddie and Wayne were gone, no one else was in the diner. Normally this was the perfect opportunity to finish off some homework but your mind was completely busy elsewhere. Tonight was a lot to take in. First, you'd finally met Wayne nephew and it turned out to be Eddie. You didn't understand how Wayne and Eddie could be related. Wayne was so kind and Eddie was... Eddie.

Secondly, you had no idea what the neutral, unreadable look on Eddie's face meant. Would he continue to terrorise you at school, maybe worse this time? He now knew where you worked too, which wasn't ideal.

You biked home once again after your shift and collapsed on your bed, falling asleep in your uniform.

It had been an eventful few days to say the least.

It didn't help your fatigue that you were working another shift tomorrow night. Your worries for tomorrow washed away however. You knew it was Wayne's night off, meaning he didn't come in for dinner beforehand. You'd be able to relax without seeing either of them.

Waking up the next morning, you quickly showered and dressed yourself before shoving your uniform into your bag again.

You noticed Eddie wasn't around in the morning. You thought he was probably out doing a drug deal or just late but you noticed that he wasn't in the cafeteria at lunch other. Perhaps another detention. But he also wasn't in the library, which was odd.

Even though Eddie hated school and everyone in it, it wasn't typical for him to skip. Whatever the reason may be, you were thankful for the day of peace and calm.

By the time the day come to an end, you had almost completely forgotten about the whole situation. Almost.

Walking into the diner, tightening the apron around your waist, your stopped in your tracks, blood turning cold once again.

Eddie was back. He was alone this time. He sat stoically by himself at the counter with his arms folded close to his chest, head looking down.

You shuddered out a breath. You figured he was here to confront you and yell at you for playing nice with his uncle. If this was any other diner or restaurant, you'd make a co-worker go and serve him but you couldn't do that. The was no one else here. It was just you.

You took a deep breath and slowly walked over, bracing yourself for hell.

"Hi.' You muttered, but he didn't look up. "W-would you like another coffee, Eddie?"

Eddie took a moment before he looked up at you. He had a soft, calm expression on his face. You hadn't really noticed it before but when he wasn't seething with hatred, Eddie was handsome. Large brown eyes, round like a baby cow and a long eyelashes with a dusting of freckles across his nose.

You shook away the thought, waiting for him to respond.

"I'm sorry I hurt you at school last week." He deadpanned.

"I-wh- Sorry?" It caught you off guard.

"And I'm sorry I hurt you when you did nothing wrong."

You didn't say anything, just looked at Eddie like a deer in headlights. You never once expected to ever speak to him in a normal setting, let alone have him apologise to you.

"I don't expect you to forgive me, so I'll leave you alone." Eddie said as he stood up to leave but before he could turn around, he pulled something out of his pocket and placed it on the counter.

"This was mine, but, you know," He mumbled.

It was a Sony Walkman. Not the same model as the one you had but one just as good.

"I also got you this." He said quieter this time. "I don't know if this is your kind of music but,"

I also placed down an Iron Maiden tape next to it. You still hadn't moved. Your were still too in shock too.

Eddie spared on last look you before he walked out. Your eyes slowly dropped down to the counter and softly reached out to take the Walkman and tape into your hands. In theory, it was an incredible gift. Eddie gave you his Walkman and apologised for hurting you.

You were conflicted and you had no idea what to think.

All you knew was that you wanted to say thank you. You just had to find out were Eddie lived. You couldn't confront him at school. That could go badly.

You needed to hatch a plan and speak to Eddie. All you wanted was to know why he hated you so much. Or didn't?

You had no idea.

[not-so-plus-ultra]

Okay, maybe unpopular opinion time, but I started watching DanDaDan (ADORE it so far) and some of you are starting to become the meme of "that one friend who is too woke" about what happens in the first episode

TW for sexual assault + CW light DanDaDan spoilers if you haven't watched it yet. Its gonna be a bit ranty

First of all I wanna preface this with saying that, if Momo's scene with the aliens impacted you and / or you found it triggering, that's extremely valid. I am not claiming it isn't, specially for people who have any kind of sexual trauma. What I'm gonna say is not about that

What I mean is; I think we have gotten so used to a very big number of anime using sexual assault as a "funny" gag, having characters violate other characters' physical boundaries, or having a token perverted / incestuous / p*do character, all in the name of terrible "comedy" or fanservice, that we have started bracing up for any mention or showcase of sexual assault to be treated as a gag or as a "sexy" thing; specially when it comes to female characters, because sadly they're the victims of this 99% of the time. This, without going over the sexualization of characters in general, even when mundane things are happening

It's a sentiment I understand and share. I hate all of these tropes and "jokes" and it makes me really sad when a series I otherwise like has to include something like that. I actively criticize these kinds of things no matter how big a fan I am of a work in question

However, I think because of all this, we have forgotten that media can choose to use scenarios like that as an actual Bad thing to show. A bad and unfortunate thing that happens to a character that isn't used as comedy or as fanservice

I had heard about the sexual assault scene in DanDaDan prior to watching it, and I had decided I was gonna skip that scene, as I am someone who is both disgusted by these things and has trauma related to them. However while skipping quickly through the scene I thought it didn't look as bad as I was bracing for, so I decided it was something I could stomach. I was really surprised when I saw that the scene was strictly being handled as a bad thing happening to Momo, and that it also ultimately ended up with her escaping her assaulters before anything truly scarring happens

No jokes about the situation per se, no compromising shots other than the fact that she was in her underwear - and regarding that, the fact that she was built like a normal girl, her proportions and physical features weren't presented in any objectifying or exaggerated way, and through the whole scene she was fighting against it and being uncomfortable instead of submitting to the situation or being made to blush and get flustered about it like you can Disgracefully see in many other instances of other shows

DanDaDan is ultimately a horror / paranormal series. It's not as dark as others and it seems it doesn't pretend to be, but bad things are bound to happen. I think that, as long as you do it tastefully, almost any subject can be used for those bad things. Sexual stuff is sadly EXTREMELY misused in anime, and tbh in media in general, but I don't think it has to be a taboo thing to have your characters go through as long as youre not being weird about it

Furthermore, I think it's pretty clear that, at least the parts that have been adapted of this manga so far (I am not a manga reader btw, I have only seen the 5 anime episodes that are currently out, so if the manga later proves me defending it wrong, I'm sorry, and I'd like to hear it), are in part talking about bodily autonomy

Our mcs BOTH get assaulted, but nobody online ever pays attention to Okarun losing his genitals as him also having been assaulted simply because it's presented in a more unrealistic way. His initial motivation in the series is to retrieve his genitals, and even when he seems to have gotten them back the first time, something is still wrong (another part missing) and he can't just go about his life normally again as if nothing had happened, which I think is a clear metaphor of a victim's feelings after having been assaulted; and what is more, our first arc ends with the revelation that the ghost who did that to him seems to have done it to protect the place she's bound to, a tunnel, from men, for we get told that many girls have gotten sexually assaulted, killed and dismembered in it

About Okarun, I DO get that his situation is shown in a bit of a silly light because haha penis, but I am also afraid that people would have reacted a lot more if he was a girl losing his genitals instead even if it was painted in the same light. Both Momo and Okarun got out of the situation fighting, both of them were brave and as nonchalant as they could to their assaulters, but it's only Momo's situation which gets treated as the bad one. Both get terrible things done to them ! And both of them are being shown as bad things !

None of this means you personally can't be uncomfortable with any of the mentioned scene; after all, they're portraying something horrible that happens in real life. And again, I get that in Momo's case, although unrealistic elements are involved, the situation she's put in can look closer to a real life assault, and thus, it can be more triggering. But the fact is that the sexual assault of both characters is being used to showcase a terrible thing, it's not there just for a gag or for people to put their eyes on the characters' bodies, and I personally just think it's silly when I see people lump in the situations in DanDaDan with series like Undead Unluck, when the former is portraying assault as not only a genuinely bad situation but also as part of the many points I think the first act of the series makes about bodily autonomy, and the later uses it as a reocurring "funny" gag (I have seen people say it gets better later, but still, it's still used as a gag at some point)

This is brought to you by me seeing people on Twitter compare DanDaDan's assault scene to incestuous characters from other animes like Yuri from Spy x Family, Makoto from Saiki K., and Lance from Mashle. I am a big fan of two of those three series and let me tell you: those characters can fuck themselves, I don't find haha incest jokes funny or necessary in any piece of media

[yan-lorkai]

Imagine this: PLANTONIC! Lilia's daughter comes into the dorm beaten up, falling into his arms saying "I won Papa.", the falling unconscious in his arms. Not dead, but fainted from the pain and exhaustion defeating a group of people that outnumbered her. I think you'll like this idea

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: I did like this idea bcs I did something similar in middle school lmao. My parents weren't happy though, but what can I say? If someone is mean to you and no one helps, you take matters in your hands 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: platonic yandere content, implied murder

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Lilia is panicking. And when he isn't panicking, he is planning how to get back at those other students, for certainly they have done something to provoke you. He sends Sebek and Silver to investigate while he tends to you, bandaging any injury and using his magic to heal you, sitting beside your bed as he waits for you to wake up.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He's not too worried because he taught yourself and your brothers everything he knows about self-defense and where to attack to hurt the most - he's proud of that, by the way. Yet, despite that, he still hates that you had to fight, many things can help in a fight. He knows you're able to fend for yourself but he also hates it.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ From now on, you're leaving the dorm and being accompanied by Malleus, as nobody would approach you if he was near. Otherwise, Malleus would crush them with a snap of his fingers and he had Lilia's permission to do so.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Now, as you recover and your brothers dote on you, Lilia will have revenge on those who fought you and he'll make them pay for hurting you. Now, darling, if they suddenly dissappear, who knows, maybe they transfered to another school? Don't think too hard about it.

[gsirvitor]

The story of Hama isn't about a "native" woman breaking free of oppression, it's a cautionary tale that war can turn anyone into a monster.

Hama was not redeemable, full stop, she chose to hold onto her trauma, to not use it to better herself but to fester and become worse, to use her trauma as a justification for committing the same atrocious actions she was subjected to.

Hama wanted retribution alright, but retribution is not always a good thing, especially when you target those who had nothing to do with the injustice you suffered.

She targeted families, children, the elderly, anyone who shared an ethnicity with the soldiers who imprisoned her, and she's most likely been doing it for decades, well before Team Avatar showed up.

Who knows how many innocents she's killed in the name of her so called revenge, how many lives and families she's destroyed because she chose hate.

She never targeted Military installations, she never used her blood bending for good, she could've turned the tide of the war decades ago, but she chose petty revenge, and was intoxicated by how it made her feel like she held power.

She was a mirror of what Katara could have become if she allowed her hatred for the Fire Nation to consume her, a warning, that's her purpose narratively.

The reason ATLA is so good, is because it writes adult and realistic stories, with good messages, and isn't a vehicle for the catharsis of petty activists.

Also, Katara did connect to others of her tribe that were affected by the war, she did it throughout the entire length of the show, from the Southern Water Tribe to her family fighting on the front lines.

Every single person from the Water Tribe Katara meets understands her pain, they've all lost someone in this war, even then, she connects to many not in her Tribe, many from other tribes who she's inspired or made friends with.

She is not a character lacking connections, but she was a character, who if she didn't see what Hama became due to her hatred, may have taken the same path, as we saw in the episode where she confronts the man who killed her mother.

She could've easily killed him, it would've been very cathartic for her, but, revenge is not the story of ATLA, it's change, it's healing, and Hama plays as an amazing warning shot across the bow for Katara.

The same goes for Aang, he could slaughter Fire Nation soldiers, and he'd be justified, they killed his entire people, and his beloved mentor, but that is not the message the story wants to or should convey.

This has been my rant.

If we're so here to redeem Iroh on his past wrongdoings, then why is a clearly traumatized Native elder considered just pure evil.

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

All of the DoD should’ve somehow played a part in Scarlets downfall instead of just Glory, because honestly it’s hard to take her seriously as a villain whenshe has hatred for only one specific protagonist out of like a dozen, 10 if you only go off pov protags. Made even worse by both the fact that Glory actually wasn’t aiming for her anyhow but also that Glory isn’t an active character during Scarlets revenge arc, so it just comes off more comedic and a waste than anything.

if I were to write it, I’d still have her hate Glory the most, but also have enough hatred for the other DoD for them to at least get more than a group mention in her list of people she hates(that was very funny btw)

some spitball ideas for how each plays into her downfall(mainly just things of humiliation towards her due to her prevalent pride)

1:Maybe Clay ends up having more of an effect on the prisoners, sort of like Gill was before he got silenced, to the point where they all actively refuse to fight. Likely made even worse if Clay also makes Peril decide to no longer fight and essentially humiliate Scarlet in front of her entire kingdom

2:Have Starflight demand the release of Scarlets prisoners/fighters by the Nightwings, which Morrowseer agrees to do just to get Starflight to shut up(this ones not as good as the other but it felt wrong not to give Starflight SOMETHING y’know? if anyone has another idea it’d be cool to hear

3:for Tsunami maybe up til Gill she constantly beats up even Scarlets best guards, and constantly insults her while letting her opponent live after each fight, making Scarlet look a bit like a fool and her underlings weak and plant seeds of doubt of her rule in her kingdom(Obviously Tsunamis not this strong in canon considering she nearly got killed by a random skywing soldier without Clays help, but she could be made stronger in this hypothetical)

4:maybe Sunny makes multiple guards second guess their loyalty due to just her general kindness and the fact she’s apart of the prophecy, though this would be hard to see since she’s away from the others so maybe she’s the only one who doesn’t outright slight her, hence her being slightly amicable when they meet in The Brightest Night

Glory brutally scarring her would be the icing on this hate cake, and the thing Scarlet hates most due to her vanity as well as symbolizing to her just how weak she had felt and looked like because of The Dragonets

alternatively to all of this, just make Glory show up more in the first half of Arc 2 and acknowledge Scarlet as a threat to her and the others

I understand if people don’t like these btw

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[doublejango]

I am already seeing virtue signaling posts from people saying "I don't care what you believe or how you voted..."

That's great. I care. I care a lot. The outcome of this election effects me, but so much more than me. I care. It matters. And if it really doesn't matter to you? Good for you. If you are privileged enough, safe enough, and entitled enough to truly not care about how the election will impact other people... I can't even imagine what that must be like. Nice, I guess?

I spent most of last night and this morning crying.

I'm done with tears now, and have moved on to rage.

And you know what? I promise not to let it burn out. Because smiles and positivity may work for many of us, and I'm not going to lose mine either, I promise not to lose my queer joy--they can rip it from my cold dead hands, not to get too damn dramatic here--but I'm also not in the mood to start forgiving and smiling and welcoming Nazis into the bar.

So. I will hold onto anger. I've been tolerant and accepting long enough in life... and have learned something important about what causes the worst harm.

I have been gay bashed before. Violently. Blood. Broken bones. Lost teeth. And you know what the worst part of the recovery of all of that was, the part that did the most psychological and emotional damage? It wasn't the actual bashing itself. It wasn't even the memory of exactly what it felt like to have something swung full force into my face with extremely violent intent. It was the denial from my "friends" and family afterwards. The people who wanted to deny that it was a hate crime. The people who wanted me to shrug it off and not be upset about it. The people who loved to say oh well it wasn't that bad. You know what helped? Letting myself feel fury. Letting myself name the attack as hate. "It wasn't that bad," though, they said, asif it was their judgment to make--endless hours of dental procedures, pain, wounds that never fully healed, the trauma, the lost work, the new experience of vomiting blood with broken jaws and knocked out teeth. Because it wasn't that bad. And there was so much self-reproach, because I could have avoided it. I wasn't the intended target. He was swinging for a lesbian with me. When the attacker burst out of hiding he was swinging for the side of her head, her temple. I jumped in between them. Didn't think. It was an impulse. Protect the people you care about. So I took it to the face. And I grabbed him. I threw him, and fell doing it. I remember being on my knees in the mud. Seeing my teeth in the mud. Seeing my blood just. Everywhere. And knowing I needed to push back to my feet immediately because it might not be over.

We were lucky. It was over. He hadn't expected anyone to fight back. He ran.

But the people who claimed to love me didn't want to deal with the idea that it was a hate crime. They wanted it to be random and meaningless. That made their world a little safer, I guess. And their denial made my world colder. And my recovery lonelier. Harder. They put me down for "bringing it on myself." As if it would have been more virtuous to let this woman take that attack to her temple, as if I would have been more valid for standing by and watching it happen.

There are so many more stories I can tell you, but the lesson is almost invariably the same: the ugliest hurt is often the one caused by the people who just turn away when you identify what happened to you. The hurts that cut the deepest and last the longest often come from the people we thought we could trust, because they want you to just get over it, don't talk about it, admit it could have been worse, don't call it That.

The betrayal from people who are supposed to have your back? That deepens wounds, deepens trauma.

I won't be that person. I won't tell you to smile and turn the other cheek when someone shows you they hate you. Do whatever you need to do to survive--physically, emotionally, psychologically. Just don't give up, and don't let the cowards force you into feeling shame for not giving up and letting the world break you.

Never be ashamed to refuse to break.

Never let someone shame you for choosing strength. For drawing your line in the sand.

I wanted the "exciting" times of my life to be behind me. But they're not--so be it. I'm not going to tone myself down to be safer. I don't care about my own safety anymore. Any self-preservation drive broke a long time ago when it comes to homophobia. I promise to always be ready to fight. To be a queer menace to "polite" society. I promise to be out and loud and gay, to be a shield however I can for those who can't be out, who can't fight back, who can't even speak up because it wouldn't be safe for them to do so. They are valid, too. And I love them. And I will have their fucking backs. I promise to, in my real off-the-internet life, be someone who will always jump in and speak up if I see queer people being harassed or shamed--especially if they're young. I am older. I will fight for my baby gays. I will love them.

And I will never, never put anyone down for refusing to welcome Nazis into the bar. We don't look the other way and quietly tolerate them. Not here.

I may not be around much for the next few days. I need to handle my own shit. My own fury. My own grief. Because right now, there is so much grief.

But I won't be going anywhere.

I will fight to stay.

Whatever it takes.

I'm not giving up.

If I end up on my knees in the mud again, staring at my own blood and teeth, metaphorically or in fucking reality, so be it. I will get back up. And I will keep getting back up. I won't let go of the anger. The spite. And I definitely won't let go of my love for every queer person, the ones I know and the ones I don't, because that love is what will give me strength to get through this. Whatever comes next.

I may not have much sense of self-preservation. But goddamn, I will fight for you.

[inor-8]

Regarding Lily's top 20 Pokemon video:

Ok so I've already made a few posts about Lily's God awful video but man do i have a lot to say. So I'm gonna make a bigger post about it.

That being said all her favourites are valid. I have no hate for her favourite Pokemon as everyone is allowed their own opinions. And as I've said every Pokemon is someone's favourite.

I, however, have problem with her jabs at other Pokemon or people who like them.

So....

Number 20: Ampharos

Ok so her reasons for liking Ampharos aren't anything out of the ordinary. It's cute, it's powerful. I honestly love Ampharos too, I used it in Soulsilver and it's pretty strong and available early on.

However, she says she wishes it was as popular as Pikachu. To which I say, keep dreaming Lily. I'm sure it's just a joke though along with that one joke about choosing Chikorita. We all know Totodile is the best.

Number 19: Flygon

And she starts it off by saying that it's the only one that's a valid dragon type. No! No! No! Every other dragon is valid (Yes, Even Alolan Exeggutor)! I support and love Flygon but that doesn't mean it's the only one that's valid!

Then she goes a bit into it's design lores which I appreciate. (Flygon is based on an Antlion but also draws inspiration from dragonflies btw)

Now, my problem with this segment is that she shits on Salamance??? Like, sorry Flygon isn't as popular but how is it Salamance's fault?! Bro just want to fly that's all!

I don't understand this woman's problem. I think she wants her favourite to be everybody else's favourite too. And it isn't as if Flygon is some obscure or forgotten mon, it's actually a pretty beloved Pokemon in the community. People love the whole Trapinch line actually. But I guess she's salty about Flygon not getting a mega. Well a lot of us are but we don't go shitting on other mons and calling them edgy.

Well, I think that would be my thoughts for this segment. Praying for you to get a Mega in Z-A Flygon, you deserve it for being such a good boy.

Number 18: Salazzle

You're never beating the gooner allegations, Lily.

That being said there's nothing worth mentioning in this section. She just says everything she likes about it and mentions she doesn't like how the internet got wierd with it. But who are you kidding, look at her design. They knew exactly what they were doing.

Number 17: Heracross

Nothing to mention here. Valid as hell take, to be honest. I also love female Heracross' heart horn.

Number 16: Cacturne

Ok so the Cacturne section was pretty chill too. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except for her complains about Tim Burton which I have no comments on. I've never watched a Tim Burton movie.

Still I'm surprised how she missed the scarecrow motifs in it's design.

Number 15: Haunter

Ohhh looks like someone is salty about not getting a Gengar!

In this she pretty much complains about how gengar isn't valid and it's design is bad and stuff. We get it Lily nobody wanted to trade with you as a child. We wouldn't want to either. Next!

Number 14: Crawdaunt

Ok so this is where one of my major problems with her start. In this segment she starts shitting on gen 1 designs and saying how GameFreak took gen 1 designs and made them more elegant in gen 3 because they looked edgy.

Like noo? What the hell is your problem with gen 1 designs Lily? Why do you hate them? I think she likes shitting on them because she thinks it makes her sooo different and sooo cool.

A point which she proves by saying how unconventional she is for using Crawdaunt as her physical attacker instead of garchomp or gallade or the fire fighting starters. Ohhh you like using Crawdaunt? Never heard of that one before! You're so cool and different, Lily. Soooo not like other girls!

Number 13: Omastar

What happened, Lily? I thought you hated the edgy gen 1 designs? Yeah, it's okay when you do it but not others? Rules for thee, but not for me, huh?

Number 12: Nidoking

Nothing to note here honestly.

Number 11: Aegislash

And now she's getting salty that it got banned in gen 7 ou blaming it on some pety smogon admin. Like No Lillian not everyone is like you. There are people who take their job of maintaining balance and keeping the game fun seriously. I'm sure you would have done that if you were a smogon admin though.

And then she complains about shinies. Saying how black shinies like Charizard and Mega Gardevoir suck. Well fuck Lily what's your deal with people enjoying shinies.

Also hot take (not really), black shinies are cool as fuck. There's a reason they're so popular and no matter how overrated you think Charizard is, it still has the best shiny among gen 1 starters

Now I think I'll only be covering half in this post because you're only allowed to include ten images apparently.

[im2tired4usernames]

When you marry the live of your life and try to start a family but have complications and IUI is no longer a thing so you have to give up on that dream of children and remember according to who you voted for a marriage is only "husband wife with children" making your marriage void and a shame in the governments eyes you picked that for yourself

When your grandmother dies because she can't afford her blood thinner medicine because they've cut Medicare you did this

When your son gets diagnosed with type one diabetes and dies a slow agonizing death because you can't afford his insulin you did this

When your neighbor dies from an unknown illness because they can't afford doctor visits because Medicaid was cut you did this

When your diagnosed with cancer and you have to choose between your chemo or food, rent and utilities for your family you did this when you realize you can't even take work off because your dying you did this

When you realize your required to work 70 hours a week and overtime pay is a thing of the past you did this

When your neighbors are all rounded up and deported even though they came here legally and have all the paperwork to prove it "America is a country for Americans" right? When your 79 year old mother in law is deported will you hold your father in law's and wife's hands while they cry or will you tell them that too what do you tell the kids?

When your friends and coworkers have their marriages annulments what do you say to them? You know he's said he's not just coming for gay marriage but interracial marriage too in fact he's also said if you don't have biological children your marriage is void so?

When your daughters class mates are killing themselves because they're not seen as people because they're health care is void what do you tell her?

What do you say to the history books that you felt like certain people should not be allowed to live? That you felt like "gas prices" the cop out I've heard everyone say was more important then human lives?

When you finally learn what a tariff is and the taxes on every thing goes up by fifteen when it costs you thirty dollars more to buy that pair of shoes for work you did this to your self

When you find relgious freedom is not a thing and Christianity has taken control making it so you can't watch your favorite shows or movies you can't read those books anymore they've been deemed ungodly what do you say to everyone who doesn't have the same convictions? You think it's ok to drink beer on Sunday well the Christans in charge don't so. Your relgious freedom is forcing everyone regardless of their religion or lack of to learn it in school.

When you children come home from school, if they're lucky and you realize they haven't taught them much of all and your horrified your 14 son has no clue on state history remember you chose for them to uneducated

When your son n you fight because he wants to read a piece of fiction that the government deemed "to not have family values" remember when your child screams at his much he hates you you are the one who chose this

If the unthinkable happens and your child is shot in his classroom remember you chose this for your family.

When your wife is raped by her coworker and becomes pregnant then miscarriages and is put in prison for "murder" you did this

When four years are up and they've rewritten the constitution like they said they would changing the president terms and giving him complete power above the law, and made himself into a dictator remember when you can't vote anymore you did this.

What are you doin to say when history looks back on you because it will what do you say when the books paint you as an evil when they teach this in history when your grandkids go "wow grandad how could anyone vote for him didn't they listen didn't they hear all the warning signs why did someone chose hate and control why didn't someone stand up" what do you tell your grandkids that this is what you wanted that you were one of the nutters in their history books that chose violence and bigotry in exchange for your rights? You did this.

Do not be surprised when everyone else is dead that they come for you too.

To the men who voted for Donald Trump today:

When your girlfriend gets pregnant, and you’re not ready to become a father, and you’re forced into a position that cripples you emotionally, financially and irreversibly, remember: you did this.

When your sister’s pregnancy turns out to be ectopic, and she can’t get the life-saving medical care she needs and dies a completely pointless, preventable death, remember: you did this.

When your 12-year-old daughter is raped by her soccer coach — after he’s legally allowed to strip off her pants and peep at her genitals, because the existence of trans kids terrifies you — and she steals your shotgun and kills herself in your garage, remember, first and foremost: you did this.

Hundreds of thousands of people are going to die because of the decision you made today.

You did that.

[gottalovetumbler]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 5

𝓓𝓪𝔂 6

ᵛᵃˡᵉʳⁱᵃ/ʳᵒᵈᵒˡᶠᵒ/ᵃˡᵉʲᵃⁿᵈʳᵒ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Info: Fem!Reader, lots of cussing, glass shards cutting skin

I know it’s later than usual but i still have 40 mins till midnight so it’s not late!

——— 🤬🗯️🥛———

Shortly after the tall man left, you locked up for a second time and made your way to the cafeteria. To avoid the crowds and noise you typically get dinner an hour after it’s first served but hunger forced your hand. So here you are, standing at one of the entrances into the large room, just staring.

Majority of the faces that greeted you were somewhat familiar. Many you only saw in passing save for a few select. Glancing around you catch sight of Chase just as he catches sight of you. His eyes widen in shock before he waves you over to join him in line. Muttering quiet apologies to the grumbling soldiers you pass, you join him.

‘I must be dreaming, somebody pinch me.’

‘Haha very funny. I’m just grabbing something quick and going to be early.’

‘Stressful day?’

‘You could say that.’ A loud bang silences the muttering and chatter. Looking to your right you just catch a glimpse of someone flying through the air and landing on some chairs. There’s yelling and frantic movements as people try to break the fight apart.

All attempts are futile as the fight continues turning into a brawl. Cutlery and trays start flying across the room, smacking into walls and some get close to hitting people. The yelling finally quiets as a man is scuffed by a very pissed off Ghost while two other people are dragged away by Captain Price and Soap.

Whoever those people are, they must be apart of the loan soldier because you’ve never seen them before. They continue to bicker as they’re pulled closer to the exit. The room begins to go back to normal and you turn to chase to see if he knows the unnamed delinquents.

‘Do you have any idea who the hell they are? Seems like they really hate-‘

‘WATCH OUT!!’ A voice bellows. You turn just in time to feel glass shatter as it comes in contact with your face. One of the fuckers in the fight must have shitty aim. You’re unable to think much else as you kiss the disgusting linoleum, falling faster than anyone could catch you.

——— 🏥💊🩺 ———

An annoying beep brings you back to consciousness. Your not stupid like the people in movies, you know what the beeping is. You know you’re in some sort of hospital hooked up to a monitor. You also know you’re in a paper thin gown as you shift your legs under the blanket. The only thing you don’t know, who the quiet murmuring belongs to.

The beeping stays at the same pace, not giving any hints that you’re awake as you crack open your eyes a sliver. They feel dryer than a desert even though they’ve sat closed for who knows how long. There’s 5 people in the room, three are talking in the corner, one is sitting right next to you, and one is standing at the door.

‘You cannae just attack her lik' that! Aye git that ye don’ lik' eachother 'n' ur "sworn" enemies but dae it where thare won’t be collateral damage.’

A familiar voice scolds in the group of three as he waves his hand in your direction. Not wanting to talk to the Scot you close your eyes and continue to feign sleep.

‘𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕨𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥. 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕥 ℝ𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣.’

‘𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥! 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕝𝕥!’ The reply comes from the woman standing by the door, walking up to the trio like she wants another fight.

‘𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥! 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠-‘

‘Can you lot shut up for a damn second! You’re suffocating the room in tension. Can’t even act cordial for 10 minutes while the innocent girl YOU knocked out lays on a hospital bed 5 feet away.’

That voice, that one you don’t mind. Gaz is the one sitting by your bed. At least there’s one person in this room you can understand perfectly, though the ones in the corner with Soap aren’t too hard either. Would definitely be easier if you didn’t have a splitting headache ache but they’re somewhat understandable.

‘ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝔸𝕝𝕖, 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕂𝕪𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕨. 𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝟚 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕪𝕖𝕥. 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕥 𝕨𝕖’𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕥. 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥.’

The beeping gets faster as you process his words. Eyes practically creaking as you open them fully. The only words you fully heard made your heart plummet. Two fucking days?!?!? How fucking hard did that cup hit you. Your attempt at sitting up are pushed down, like you, by a warm hand.

‘Talk’ it easy luv. You’re pretty banged up, gotta take it slow.’

Furrowing your brows cause a wave of fire across your face. Reaching up, many long and small ridges greet your finger tips. Cuts. Lots of little cuts mark your skin interrupted only in the middle by a large bandage. The damn glass not only seemingly broke your nose, but also sliced up your face.

‘Ah ah, don’t touch your face,’ he lightly takes your wrist and lays it back on your lap. ‘If you let them heal properly they won’t scar.’

‘Wha-,’ your voice cracks painfully, bringing tears to your eyes. One of the guys from the corner, clean shaven, hands you a small cup with water. Taking a gulp, your throat feels 100% better and you try again.

‘What happened? I *cough* know I got hit with something but that’s all.’

‘𝕄𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕖. 𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕟 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦.’ The woman with short hair answers, purposefully cutting off the bearded man who tried to answer first.

‘𝕐𝕖𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕠, 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠,’ He gestures between himself and the shaven man, ‘𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕. 𝔼𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕒𝕕 ℝ𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥.’

‘𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕂𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕,’ He says to the bearded man before turning to you. ‘𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 ℕ𝕖𝕟𝕒. ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.’

Processing what he’s said a persistent beeping finally breaks through your ears. The pace quickening to the point that Gaz quickly glances at it and turns to look you over. Not seeing any obvious signs of declining health he fixes you with a questioning stare that’s answered as you glance at the new faces. Confusion is replaced by amusement as the door is pushed open by two nurses, called by Soap.

The five retreat to the back corner of the room allowing the professionals room to work. Mortification at being caught out you avoid looking at the group and instead focus on the nurses questions. Only when she deems it a false alarm do you risk a glance and are met by two amused and three shocked faces. (Gaz & Valeria and then Soap, Rudy, and Ale)

The resume theirs spots after the medical personnel retreat, leaving just the six of you in silence.

‘𝕊𝕠….. 𝕎𝕙𝕠’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕? 𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?’ And so it begins.

——— 🤬🗯️🥛🏥💊🩺———

Hope y’all enjoyed!!

Key:

𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕛𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕠

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒

ℝ𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕝𝕗𝕠

[1percychase]

Unpopular opinion: Nico's trauma is over rated

Okay so I'm not saying that it's not validated or anything, there's a reason it's over rated, but so many fans act like he's the only one and that no one else's trauma matters because Nico has it the worst. When did we start comparing literal trauma?? I think somebody we should look into more is honestly.. Percy. He's the main character and all, but it's almost like all the fans forgot how much he's gone through, which is CRAZY to me. Anyways I have a list cause I love making list and yeah.

1. Getting abused by his step dad, which made him feel worthless and like he didn't matter.

2. Everyone bullying him.

3. The only person who ever seemed to care about him, his mom, disappeared.

4. Getting punished bc of his father.

5. Getting accused of stealing something and getting sent on a quest at TWELVE.

6. His first friend at camp betrayed him, which gave him trust issues.

7. His best friend getting kidnapped.

8. Getting turned into a guinea pig, which actually gave him a phobia over.

9. Having suicidal thoughts while only being THIRTEEN.

10. Never thinking he is enough.

11. His other best friend being kidnapped.

12. Watching Bianica sacrifice herself after he tried to stop her.

13. Holding up the literal sky while also being injured.

14. Being blamed for Bianica's death (and believing it.)

15. Finding out Nico is a child of Hades and deciding to protect him against the Prophecy even if he hated him.

16. Annabeth mad at him bc Rachel likes him, even though he can't control that.

17. Getting lost and separated in the Labyrinth.

18. Watching Pan fade out of existence.

19. Watching Bekendorf explode on a boat.

20. Being the Demigod of the Prophecy.

21. Fighting a war on his birthday, the battle of Manhattan.

22. Watching so many people die in front of his eyes, knowing he couldn't save them.

23. Silena betraying him and the camp (I don't think she was a bad guy at the end but yea.)

24. Feeling guilty that Luke committed suicide and blaming himself when it isn't his fault (idk how true this one is but I've seen it so..)

25. Being kidnapped and all his memory taken away.

26. (This one is kinda a joke) Watching Octavian kill his pillow pet.. rip perry the panda pillow pet.

27. Being in another Prophecy of the seven.

28. Being afraid of drowning, while also being a child of Poseidian.

29. Falling into Tarturus with Annabeth.

30. Going completely psycho and mad.

31. Leaving Bob it Tarturus and feeling super guilty about it.

32. Making Gaia rise with a nosebleed.

33. Fighting in the battle of camp half blood.

34. Thinking Leo died.

35. Finally thinking he has a break and getting asked to help Apollo.

36. Becoming an older brother. (it's not like physical trauma but I'll explain it later)*

37. Jason's death.

38. Going on more quest to get college recommendation letters.

*okay so becoming an older brother was on this list because even if he was so happy to get a half sibling, he's been an only child for a long time and it's hard to accept new people in your life. Also older brother duties. Even if he was just leaving the house when she was a couple months old, I still put it on there bc many people can count it as one. Also I'm the oldest out of 6 kids growing up so I would count it lol*

And people still have the audacity to say percy was too much of a jerk in heroes of olympus, please. I would act the same way.

Anyways I actually have a list of a lot of different characters traumas cause I got bored one night so if you want to see the other list, tell me!!

[chaifootsteps]

oh that IG post made me see red. She has never done anything for anyone. She’s hurt so many people, funny how most of them were trans. She only creates for herself so she can “own haterz” she hates women who aren’t famous. She as never struggled for anything even as a woman, she always handed everything to her and everyone kept saying “yes” the ones who had to fight are the ones she hurt and tried to destroy like Tracy, Ashely, Erin, Ken and so many others. She has an army of parasocial fans as that would do anything for her and now Jeff bezos. Also fuck off this isn’t about you, you’re not gonna help anyone that isn’t you, how many employees were doing emergency commissions because they couldn’t afford rent? Did she donate? Did she boast their commissions? What the fuck did she do that helps women and queer people?

The only thing Viv's ever done for other women is try to actively tear them down. She's torn down other queer people, trans and nobinary people. She's left animators who had the misfortune of working for her in debt. She's not part of the solution, she's part of the problem.

[daddyd0nt]

Plenty of people voted for trump, curse them. Why are you immediately jumping to cursing people who couldn’t bring themselves to support Harris (I voted for her but she was a bad candidate) when people literally stood in line and cast their vote for trump. Under Harris people would be like they are under Biden, complacent and accepting of his evil and politically unmotivated because at least their guy won and they don’t want to admit they voted for a monster. Under trump people will actually be mad and mobilized like they were the last time he was president, giant protests and street graffiti and such every time the asshole sneezes (as it should be, give him no peace). Like as bad as trump is Harris was only marginally better of a choice. Trump is also a narcissist, it is easier to control/punish a narcissist through withholding praise and treating him like he’s an embarrassment that nobody respects, Harris was a ruthless career politician and also a cop who openly supports the failed war on drugs mongering for genocide and the prison industrial complex we might be better off with an idiot that everybody hates and wants to fight against that we would have settling for a different right wing nutjob because she has a vulva. If we learned anything from the Obama administration who couldn’t even make good on his promise to legalize weed in 8 years it’s that the president is more of a figure head anyway the state governments and such have the most power to affect the lives of citizens.

Every leftist that watched American woman after woman, girl after girl, die on the news from being refused their human right to healthcare … and didn’t vote, may Allah curse you a thousand times !

And for what? Palestine??? Like Republicans don’t have millions of innocent Arab’s blood on their hands from multiple oil-hungry wars spanning DECADES… for an openly Zionist fascist clown with open Israeli business partners and lobbyist cronies… you have betrayed yourself FOR NOTHING

[a-loose-collection-of-ants]

Ok. Shit.

I get the feeling I'm not gonna sleep tonight, and who knows, I might regret this tomorrow but I need to get some thoughts out.

I've tried to retain this idea that most people are inherently good. Some of this is the remnants of whatever religious faith I was brought up in, and some of it is just what I tell myself to stay sane. It's getting harder to think that way, but I am trying to hold on to it.

There's this image I keep replaying in my head. My dad and I were visiting family down south shortly after he had wrapped up his cancer treatment. We stopped by my aunt's house in South Carolina, and she told me with tears in her eyes about how she had started gardening again after my dad's diagnosis. There was a Trump flag flying from her roof.

On another visit to the same family members, we were visiting a college and walked by a gender neutral bathroom. My uncle made some off-color joke about it and then quickly moved on when nobody laughed. My sister (a sort of closeted trans woman) looked at me with an expression of both deep sadness, and whatever face you make when you watch a bird fly head-first into a window.

My point is, I know these people aren't filled with hatred and malice. It's not constructive to waste your energy hating them when their greatest sin is ignorance.

I barely remember the Obergerfell decision, but I remember being in middle school around the time it happened. Attitudes towards queer people weren't great, but they changed so rapidly that I barely noticed. Maybe the fact that this was when I realized I was queer gave me a false sense of security when it came to the "moral arc of the universe", or maybe it's the example I have to hold onto about how fast things can change.

It's easy for people to fall into patterns of hate when they lack exposure, and the media landscape right now is making easier to avoid that sort of exposure. The basis of the fight against extremism is education, and I think it has to also be compassion.

Don't get me wrong, I also have family that are more than likely not worth the effort ("they" control the weather and all that), but those aren't most people. Most people are exhausted by politics. They see the price of groceries and vote for the other guy regardless of who's name is on the ballot. Or they're like a classmate of mine, who didn't really like either candidate and was having trouble just voting for the "better" one.

If anything, I guess this is a reminder to myself to hold on to empathy despite everything. It's fine to feel angry. Hell, it's probably good if it gets you moving. But we cannot respond to dehumanization with more dehumanization.

I'm not really all that religious anymore, but I hold on to some things. One of them is this: All things, by virtue of being crafted by God's hands, have value. Or, as my dad said it "God don't make no shit". This goes for yourself, as well as everyone else. I can't let myself lose that right now.

I don't want to belabor my point too much, but I do want to say that I saw people saying things like "it's all over if trump wins". I'm not going to lie, it's bad and people are going to get hurt and die because of this. America was waiting for the results of it's biopsy and we found out it's cancer... but we're not dead yet. I don't have a specific action I can advocate for, but please, don't give up. Authoritarianism is a longstanding wound on this country and it festers in apathy.

Take a deep breath. Regardless of what happens, time moves forward and the sun will rise in the morning. I am going to go to work, make some dinner, and hopefully find some way to work volunteering into my schedule.

Recommended listening if you want to cry right now

[sammyluvr]

People don't talk abt academic rivals trope with Sam enough. There's nothing I need more than to debate this competitive petulant "umm actually" mf. He is such a quick learner and so kinddd (he tutors other students!). But with the reader? Also a competitive petulant mf? Absolute war. Teacher needs to stage an intervention every once in a while to ensure everyones safety. The students in the class are texting their parents to come and pick them up bc their scared. Teachers either trying to make both of them even more competitive or trying to play matchmaker. I acc hate the booktok thing where the guy pulls something like "hE liEs WhEn sHe AsKs HoW mUch hE got oN the tEst to lEt hEr Winn" NO. Sam is going to be so mean (lovingly in a I have such a bad crush on this person I need to be put down kinda way trust.) when he gets a better score than you. He also holds sm respect for the reader not only because Sam is abnormally (he took a gender studies class ur honor) chilvarious, but bc he isn't an asshole. God I need this so bad.

🛻- anon out

mean in a "I have such a bad crush on this person I need to be put down kinda way" I'M CACKLING LMAO THAT'S SO HIM HAHA i love this so much actuallyyyy ugh. sam who's kinda mean to you because he needs to feel good about himself but who can't actually be truly mean to you because he respects you too much. sam who is secretly in awe with the way that you think and problem solve and just act and look in general. and wants so badly to just have a civil conversation (that lasts for ten billion hours because you both have so much to say and you stimulate each other's brain and make the other think in new and interesting ways). but he can't because you have this established dynamic and he's too prideful to be the one to switch things up. and he also thinks you're hot when you get worked up about this shit. and cute also.

sam who gets pissy and annoyed as all hell when you do better than him on something, but wants to ask you about it and hear you explain it. sam who gets furious when you gloat but wants to be the one who tells you he's proud of you for doing so well. sam who gets caught staring and tells you there's something between your teeth to play it off and tease you.

sam who needs an external force to push the two of you together (because you're just a prideful and stubborn as he is), but sam who breaks first and kisses you passionately after fighting, but embarrassingly tripping and falling over you while trying to walk away all haughtily. sam who still argues and competes with you when you start dating, but now gets to kiss you for doing well on an exam and have those all-nighter conversations. sam who never stops telling you how smart you are and how sweet you are and how much he loves you and still calls you dumbass at least twice a day (remedies it will kisses to your knuckles)