#anyways this can obviously be both good and bad but i've heard 'they arent in your life anymore why do think abt them' a lot

[joleneghoul]

anyways the "something has to be physically constant and forever to matter" doesn't sit right with me because that has never been the case with literally anything in life! in the smallest sense to the largest things matter no matter how quick they pass us and through THAT maybe is a form of forever.

But I remember a passing compliment I got from a stranger just the same as one of the stories my late dad told me 100 times. Nobody's impact ceases to exist the second they are out of your sight or life.

[kael-writ]

I honestly think (some) Irish citizens' gatekeeping of the right of people descended from Irish immigrants to associate with our heritage is kinda fucked up.

I've thought about it a lot and like, I get hating Americans in particular. I hate being American. I think mocking Americans is a great activity I myself enjoy.

But like, there just is something fucked about the idea that people should assimilate when they immigrate, right? The degree to which Irish-Americans (that hated term!) assimilated into whiteness is actually a really bad thing. The forgetting of history and debasement of culture sucks. It's kinda a good thing for people to rediscover our roots, particularly connecting with anti-colonialism and learning Irish Gaelic.

Americans who arent Native Americans (also Latines generally, who tend to have some indigenous heritage) are all immigrants. With the exception of the descendants of slaves, these immigrants, particularly white people, are also colonizers, settlers.

Yet at the same time, people who came over from the famine (a genocide) in particular were desperate, they didnt necessarily wanna have to leave home, there's so many Irish immigrant songs and writing about not wanting to leave home, missing home, wanting to connect with "The Old Country". & while comparing it to Black American oppression is ridiculous, they did face hate.

Connecting with your heritage isnt about race. Whiteness is nothing. Irish people weren't even White at first because White Supremacy is made up bullshit. I dont think it's cool to wanna link your ethnicity as a white person to Irish roots you dont know shit about or whatever. And I will call out all day Irish-Americans and Irish-anyones who are racist, of which there are plenty on both and all sides of the oceans (Australia included ie).

But like, finding out who my great-(however far back it may or may not be) grandparents were, that's something, even if my ancestors were pricks. That tells me about my family, which tells me about myself.

I get hating the plastic patty shit. I hate it too. As an alcoholic I particularly hate Pattys Day being a drinking day. (eta Shit, I personally hate Catholicism. Fuck St Patrick).

Ive heard the same from Mexican-Americans about Cinco de Mayo. And btw heard the same about having their connection to their heritage dismissed from at least one friend.

idk how common this is to the second gen on immigrant experience in general but Ive certainly read lots from Asian people in particular about wanting to connect with a disconnected heritage, and how painful it is for Black folks to have had theirs stripped from them. Which is different for us with white privilege.

Also here worth noting being Irish is NOT about being White, many Black Americans and Black Irish citizens and in general people of color have Irish citizenship and/or Irish immigration heritage. Obviously for Black Americans that can have roots in slavery and that's fucked up and complex and not something I can tell you about.

Anyway, at the end of the day, talk shit (and better yet make jokes, lots to work with) all you want, a little shit talk is something I try to take in good humor, I dont wanna argue too much, I just wanted to put this out there.

I have a loud voice and I come from a family of obnoxious fucks, but I am sober and poor, and if I ever do get to go to Ireland I promise to do my best to not be tooo fucking obnoxious at the very least.

[https-sen]

Seasons.

originally was supposed to be "Wilted" but fuck it

second angst lessgo ;D middle pics are always the best (｡ì_í｡)

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Genre: Angst (with a really dumb plot twist (ノ-ㅅ-)ノ)

Pairings: Kōzume Kenma x gn!reader

!reminder [ALL genders (including males) are allowed to read my fics <3]

I DID NOT PROOF READ SO CRI

The petals of the cherry blossom trees around you sway slowly onto the pavement. The pavements now that are covered with wilting petals to start a new season that were once walked along with him. Him, being your "boyfriend", your "partner", your... "significant other". Frankly, he used to be actually. But you were now walking with someone else. Someone who might actually make your life better. Well lets cut the bullshit and move into the story that will most likely make no sense whatsoever.

.......

"14.08"

He should be here by now. It's been 2 hours. The park was beautiful as it was spring, your favourite season. You did'nt get why he was so against going on a date that day when //obviously// you were both dating and he hardly spends time with you. You managed to convince him to meet you there. You had a whole day planned; arcades, figure shopping and lunch. But he was still late. "I really cant stay for long, I'll text you later tho, babe.", you heard a familiar voice. Almost too familiar. (Mmm i love overrated drama scenes </3) "Kenma?", you stood infront of the dark-haired girl and your.. boyfriend..? If you can still call him that Holding hands and sharing an ice cream (🚗🍦👩🏼) at a bench. "So this.. this is why you couldnt spend time with me anymore?" You were livid. Livid the fact you were cheated on. "I-I kitten wai-" "Kitten?", the dark haired girl cut him off. "Yes, I'm his girlfriend.", you glared. "You've been two-timing me??", she got up pointing at him. "What? But he's been two-timing me tho??", both looking at him with cold eyes and bitter expressions equally wanting an explanation. "I.. uh.. well-", looking at the ground then the both of you being cut off by "Save it, motherfucker." and a slap from the girl before dragging you with her.

"Hey! Whats the big deal??"

"How long have you been dating... h i m..?", refusing to say his name like its a disease whilst letting go of your hand. "Not sure why I have to tell you but.. 3 years.", shrugging and looking at the grass. "Well, I've been dating him for 5 years. I dont think you knew though so I dont really blame you honestly.", she said fiddling with the ends of her skirt. "Huh? Arent you.. mad?", with furrowed brows when she laughed. "I kinda saw the signs so it felt good to slap him in the face. I mean, the pixie-dick had it coming right?", grinning at you when you laughed at her remark. "Actually, I'm G/N (Girl's/Name). Courtesy of the one who once belonged to 'he-who-shall-not-be-named' and a professional crackhead", giving a gentleman-like bow. "Well I, am Y/N (Your/Name) of the lowly ex who is now cursed as a stray cat who's eating his ice cream alone as he should.", taking her hand and curtsy-ing with an oh-so sarcastic smug expression. "I think this is gonna be one fucking interesting, if you can call it, 'friendship' dont you think", she implied with air quotes. Laughing, the flowers of spring wilts to express that a new season is starting. One filled with interesting discoveries to be made with your new friend.

.......

Maybe. Maybe life isnt so bad after all.

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[decodamalion]

Crossover Part 2

This idea was given to me by @bamboozled-boi. I hope you like this! Its only the start of something Spicy!

Characters from: Malion Series on Wattpad and Extraordinary

Characters: Cal, Taylor, Varitran, Kaylum and Anthony

This is in no way a part of the canon to either story. I wouldn't know where the logic would begin to connect these 2 universes seamlessly.

This is a very slow paced story because it's out of the point of view of someone who can live until he's 700 years old so just a warning!

Crossover: Infectious Magic Part 2

Cal's face fell into a frown. He looked at Taylor who shook her head.

"Don't you dare." She whispered to him.

"What else am I supposed to do? These people arent going to do anything to Earth. They don't have the means to get back like we do. We could just-"

"I'll have to stop you there, Cal." I growled, "You seem to be painfully unaware that I can hear better than those with your short, round ears. If it is a fight you wish to persue, I will fight to the death to defend those I care for." I glared at him, one of my shaking purple hands hovering over my medallion and swirling with deep violet and crimson magic. These Earthians would become corpses if they tried their hand in combat with me. I would make sure of that. To my surprise, his gaze softened. I furrowed my brows, confused.

"Oh... oh god, what was I thinking...?" Cal mumbled. Taylor turned to him and glared at him.

"Damn right 'What was I thinking'. They're sentient. They have relationships and family and feelings! They're like us but weirder!" Taylor started to glow, a certain unbridled fury in her gaze as she stared at Cal.

"He didn't mean that. He can get impatient quickly." She growled. I returned to my civil posture, keeping my hand wavering over my medallion.

"If you lie, I will not hesitate." I hissed.

"You're not like Lindsay, right? You can't read minds..." Cal mocked. I narrowed my eyes.

"I may not be able to read your thoughts, but you would certainly fear me if you read mine and knew how many lives I've taken." I growled.

"Oh..." Taylor started, surprised, "Oh." The determination in fer voice made Cal's eyes meet hers. They exchanged a nod.

"You yell at us that killing innocent people is not worth our cause, yet here you are openly admitting to have slaughtered tens of people." Taylor said, her eyes and fists beginning to glow a bright crimson.

"You would be surprised if you heard how many thoudands of horrid people no longer exist on Gaia, Taylor." I muttered. My skin took on a similar hue as Taylor's fists as a shield was cast around my body when I muttered the Osrocan word. She glared at me and threw a punch to the center of my chest. I was thrown back into the guards behind me, who caught me and allowed a swift recovery.

"The more you keep this up, the more I distrust you!" I growled as she threw punch after punch at my shield.

"Cal!" She yelled as bright silver clouds formed swirls in the sky as Cal's eyes went completely orange. As a bright orange bolt of lightning shot down and avoided Taylor completely, it broke through my barrier and obliterated one side of my torso. I let out a shriek and frantically whispered my healing word as I pushed my hand into the shredded mess that had become my lower abdomen. Taylor's fist pounded against my face. When she paused, I gasped and whispered a return. My mangled self appeared in the Braakshen ruins. The plaza was how The Huntress and I had left it not long ago. I spent far too long healing my wounds and being drained of power and energy. I wholly underestimated them...

When my energy had returned and I realised that the plague had made its way to my elbows, I returned to the castle, the cuts and wounds given to me by the Eartheans still raw, I lugged myself into the throne room and bowed before the Queen.

"Queen Malion..."

"Vari... What happened to you?" She asked, rushing off of the elevated throne and cradeling my face in one of her gloved hands.

"I failed you, my Queen. There are 2 beings from Earth that have come searching for Endoran Amethysts. They made an attempt on my life in order to retrieve what I would become. As a result..." I explained, revealing the increased and increasing height of the plague.

She pressed her forehead against mine and stood, extending a hand out to help me to my feet. I allowed a chuckle when she looked up at me, obviously forgetting how much taller than her I was. She was a bit shorter than shoulder height by a few centimeters. She gently took the few braids I had made on my way to Ramir. She ran her fingers from top to bottom only starting when my hair had faded from black to white. I didn't want to cut the black away... it was too much of a reminder to let go of.

"Nervous?"

"Too much so..." I admitted, "I thought they might relieve our efforts to find the cure. Head Scout Laidon figured they might have. It does not surprise me that his young soul did not think ahead." I muttered. The Queen gave me a scolding glare.

"Don't critizise him for something he can't help. You're nearly 300 anyway. Don't make such a fuss."

"I'm 252 years old, My Lady. I'm not 'nearly 300'. Far from it." I chuckled. She gave a smile then retreated back to the throne.

"Have you come up with a plan to deal with these people?" She asked. I nodded.

"It's taken me a few hours to recuperate after that attack. Long enough to come up with something decent." I muttered, "I should get going. I will be bringing Laidon with me. His staff holds immense power. He may be able to help me. Bringing one of the Gods is probably a bad idea. I wouldn't want to pull them away from their research." I explained. The Queen nodded.

"He's in the Barracks. He said he would be training. You'll be most likely to find Leutenant Martin with him too. His speed could come in handy." She suggested and I responded with a nod before using my return word to appear next to Kaylum as he struck a leather-bound training stand.

"Wah! Ugh - I mean- Good evening, Commander Hue." Kaylum said with a haphazard Orsocan greeting. I noticed Anthony's chuckle as he gave me a nod. I returned it and turned to face Kaylum, who had collected his staff and donned his helm after sweeping dark curls from his sweat misted face.

"Commander, What's the plan? I got your message." He said after giving Anthony a... specific glance I couldn't place the emotion of.

"Sir Martin, you and I will head to Ramir. They're probably heading for Karmaro right now. We'll take the portal there. Kaylum. How strong are you? Can you wraith with both of us?" I asked. He grinned and looped an arm around my legs, just below my ass and did the same with Anthony, carrying us in each arm. He managed to keep both of us up, despite my squirming and... admittedly terrified, high-pitched protesting. Both Anthony and Kaylum suppressed fits of laughter as I cleared my throat, having just been placed back onto the ground.

"Good.... please give me a warning next time you do that, Head Scout Laidon." I muttered, feeling my embarrassed redness fade to it's normal charamel colour as I turned away to collect myself.

"Please, when I do that, could you wrap your arms around Anthony's back and my waist when I sling you both over my shoulders? It just helps with the weight." I nodded and returned to the Castle. I had to prepare. I needed the shards with me.

I entered my quarters and locked the door behind me. I knew it was dangerous to have these on my person, but I needed some way to get ahead. I headed to the bookshelf and took out a book with a bland leather cover. The Secerets of Sorcery was its title. It was ironic... but it worked. I opened the book and found six shards. Two small red ones that looked nearly identical, two golden shards of similar size, both jagged and raw, one royal blue triangular shard that was speckled with sky blue and a perfectly cut black gem of similar size to the blue one. All of which were small. All of which had spots in my medallion. I opened the locket and placed them each in the openings one by one. When I closed the locket, I felt the heat from the new power through the gold and when I put it on, everything went black.

Part 3 coming soon

Something to make you feel better, @bamboozled-boi?