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iturbide · 1 year ago

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Sorry you don't mind me asking a few 5, 9, 11, 18, and 23 from the video game ask.

Thank you.

I don't mind at all! 💖

Game(s) coming out that you’re looking forward to

You know at one point in time I would have said Final Fantasy XVI, but everything I've heard for months about it has been a never-ending trash fire so now I'm mostly looking forward to it to see how bad it is.

I'm kind of interested in the new Prince of Persia game that they just announced, though? That could be interesting -- it's the first Prince of Persia they've put out in more than a decade at this point, since the Sands of Time Remake has been mired in development hell, and while I'm forever bitter they didn't continue the story from 2008, this one looks very stylish and could be worth looking into.

Also: Hades II.

A game you played completely blind with no prior knowledge of and enjoyed/loved

For recent games, I might actually have to go with God of War 2018 and God of War: Ragnarok again for this one, because it's very hard to go into games blind anymore. It used to be the norm, but spoilers are everywhere at this point: I knew the time travel twist of Awakening years before I played it, and the same is true of Breath of the Wild since I was so late to the party there. But God of War isn't a franchise I followed, so I knew nothing about the 2018 installment before I picked it up, and was blown away by what they did with it -- then I started Ragnarok on Release Day and blazed through it as fast as I could. I had no idea what was coming, and it was a glorious experience.

For older games, though...I'm going to say Assassin's Creed III, in part because of the tutorial chapters and how that reveal five hours in that you've been playing as a Templar sets up the core ethos of the game so well: that the Assassins and the Templars aren't as different as they claim to be. No heroes, only flawed and complicated human beings doing what they feel is right to try and make a better world, and how they don't always succeed despite their best intentions.

Do you prefer ‘blank slate’ main characters you make yourself or otherwise project onto, or characters with a set personality and backstory?

I think it really depends on the game. Some stories really benefit from having a character with a set personality and backstory because it informs how they interact within the setting: Kratos with his history in Greece and his war against the pantheon is ideally suited for the story of God of War 2018, because those experiences guide how he interacts with his son -- and growing out of that mold, learning to be more open with Atreus and be better than the man he used to be is part of the game's emotional core. That wouldn't work with a blank slate character, because they won't necessarily have that baggage to work through that makes the story so impactful.

By contrast, there are games where a blank slate protagonist is a great choice. Games with dialogue options are a great place to explore this because they let the player project themselves or their vision of the character into the world better than set scenes would otherwise allow. My understanding is that Dragon Age does this well, but I haven't played that one, so I have to fall back on Elder Scrolls and my boy The Worst Dragonborn who keeps forgetting about the main questline because he'd rather read every book in the Whiterun Library and get suckered into helping every little old lady that needs to cross the street rather than. Y'know. Figure out what the deal is with the dragons. Very fun having so many options for what to do and who to join, lots of great character-building potential.

A game location you really like

There are so many places in games that I really love. Honestly one of my oldest favorites is probably the first Assassin's Creed, specifically Jerusalem: the golden glow of that city, especially compared to the cold and dreary grey of Acre, was just glorious, and I loved the view of the Dome of the Rock.

Honorable mention to basically all of Wind Waker, though. I love the sailing in that game, the water has so much character in that game (the stormy seas, the way you'll rise and fall with the waves, the texture changes between little white wave caps and still dappled waters). I've never had as much fun sailing in another game, and I was hooked on the Assassin's Creed: Black Flag sea shanties -- sailing in that game was just a chore that the shanties made more bearable.

A “Wow” moment of awe

All of Journey? So much of journey. That sand slide passage, silhouetted against the setting sun against a sea of shining gold...and the ascendance at the end, too, from the top of the mountain up above the clouds (something that's even more glorious with a companion).

Also: end of Okami, with Issun spreading his paintings and restoring mankind's belief in the gods to give Ammy the power to defeat Yami. I have my issues with the ending of Okami and the sudden tonal shift from Japanese folklore to high-tech aliens, but that particular scene hits perfectly even now. I inevitably tear up at that part.

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wantoncanton · 2 years ago

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0-44, please m(_ _)m

0: Height

5'6"

1: Virgin?

2: Shoe size

3: Do you smoke?

Yes

4: Do you drink?

Yes

5: Do you take drugs?

Not anymore. But if I was offered a psychedelic, I wouldn't object.

6: Age you get mistaken for

Early twenties

7: Have tattoos?

Nope

8: Want any tattoos?

Nope

9: Got any piercings?

Nope

10: Want any piercings?

Nope

11: Best friend?

My buddy back in NYC

12: Relationship status

Single

13: Biggest turn ons

Long hair

14: Biggest turn offs

People who don't like animals and nature

15: Favorite movie

Tree of Life

16: I’ll love you if

I think love just takes time. I've fallen in love with women who have vastly different views and interests than me. When you truly love someone and they love you back. Both of you start looking past each other's faults and differences. Hopefully it works out.

17: Someone you miss

My dead friend

18: Most traumatic experience

I get loaded guns pointed at me for a living

19: A fact about your personality

I put on many different faces depending on who I interact with

20: What I hate most about myself

I'm too much of a workaholic

21: What I love most about myself

I get along with a lot of people. Maybe I'm too nice but I feel like it's just better to try to be on good terms with whoever you meet. Especially if you think you'll see the person again.

22: What I want to be when I get older

Park Ranger

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

Me and my sister have very different views but I still care for her and try to help her with her anxiety issues since I got over mine.

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

I should call them more often but otherwise good

25: My idea of a perfect date

Watching some artsy fartsy movie and then being out in nature

26: My biggest pet peeves

People who approach because they're into Kpop or anime

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

She's got long dark hair and so far I know we have similar interests

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

This short guy who tried to kill my friend. Dude straight up looks possessed

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

He was a belligerent drunk and I had to defuse a situation

30: What I hate the most about work/school

Lazy coworkers

31: What your last text message says

"BLYAT"

32: What words upset me the most

The term "West Taiwan." There's a reason why Taiwan still refers to itself as the "Republic of China"

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

Iunno. "It's on the house"

34: What I find attractive in women

How graceful they can be

35: What I find attractive in men

MUSCLES

36: Where I would like to live

In the forest

37: One of my insecurities

Maybe I'm too nice to people

38: My childhood career choice

Film director

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

Chocolate

40: Who wish I could be

Nobody else. I'm just happy to be me.

41: Where I want to be right now

Japan or Switzerland. Japan because I'm a weeb. Switzerland because I like the nature they have there and I really want to try out their gun ranges. I really like Sig Sauer.

42: The last thing I ate

Burger with fries

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

This girl I have a crush on but I ain't telling

44: A random fact about anything

Shiba Inus were an endangered breed after the war. Most Shibas now are descendants of 3 bloodlines.

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blowout1981 · 4 years ago

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Same anon who asked that question, now that I think about it, they don't really mess with kids tbh. If a kid fucks with Laddie or them, they'll just scare them pretty bad and might even throw the kids' weight around. But if they do decide to eat a kiddie (which i lowkey kinda doubt but you never know with them) they might kill a 15 or 16 year old. Dwayne gives me major parental vibes, and Marko is about 16 or 17, so I dont really think the Boys would INTENTIONALLY eat a preteen or younger.

Christ I already typed up a long-ass response to this and for whatever reason tumblr deleted it and didn’t post .... man. Sorry if I seem annoyed I promise I am not at you, just at the fact I have to type everything up again 😔

Anyways!!! Yeah, I totally agree with this interpretation tbh. I think they mainly mess with kids, like scare them away, in order to keep up their reputation and instill fear in them early on. In the movie, they only ever go after adults. And also, their victims aren’t exactly great people either?

There’s the security guard/cop who has banned them from the boardwalk and also... acab lol. Then there are the surf n#zis. With a name like that, they certainly can’t be good people lol, like they were definitely credited as that for a reason. Reason being, to make it clear that they aren’t exactly sympathetic people. They seem to strike first at the carousel, while the boys don’t really do anything back. The most that is done to have provoked them is David looking to be flirting with a girl. So the boys weren’t the instigators there really. There are two examples of the boys going after them. The first is that couple in the car, who are explicitly seen as being the ones who stole the comics from the Frog’s shop and also were present at the carousel if memory serves right. I don’t think the boys care about shoplifting , they definitely do plenty themselves, and I don’t think they are vigilantes. I just find it interesting that Joel Schumacher explicitly shows all the victims of the boys not being great people. The second instance is the bonfire scene of course, and there appears to be surf n#zis present there that were at the carousel as well. Given what is shown, I wouldn’t say these characters deserve to DIE, but it’s interesting. I mean, actually, if the surf “n#zis” are credited as such for a deeper reason than just an edgy name, then yeah, they probably, sort of , definitely do.

Back to your actual ask though and less of my unnecessary rambling.... none of their victims are kids or preteens. They left the Frogs plenty alone and didn’t seem to give any indication of wanted to hurt them until they went and killed Marko. So it could definitely be argued that the boys were more than justified in retaliating. Maybe I’m a little too much of a vampire apologist lol... Also, I agree that Dwayne absolutely gives off parental vibes. He definitely has a soft spot for Laddie and possibly kids in general. There’s also that insanely brief tiny scene in the background where Paul and Dwayne are helping Laddie up onto a platform in the cave.

So maybe this implies that the boys all feel similarly?

#as for the ages... I personally view the boys as older (18-23?)#I view them as the actors ages (kiefer was the youngest haha - I think he was 20 during filming)#billy and brooke were 23-25 and alex was 21-22 #but the ages are never stated and the characters are immortal so it’s really up to interpretation!#the lost boys #ask #anonymous

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milshelbsrequests · 3 years ago

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Request : Could you (if you don’t mind) do a fic where the reader is a Shelby Sister (closest to Thomas) and is gay. I don’t mind whether it is a coming out fic or one where she has a crush on the same lady Tommy is getting close to. (And in the end that lady chooses the reader)

prompt : none

Warnings : swearing, smoking, mentions of homophobia

Authors note : Y/N and Tommy would be around 22 (Tommy turning 23) in this, Ada 16, John 18, Arthur 26 etc etc

if you like my work and want to read more regular updates, here’s the link to my chapters of “child’s play”, a peaky blinders Shelby!sister Fanfiction on my main

Fate had tossed Y/N right smack into the middle of the Shelby family…. Technically the middle, at least. She was older than Ada and Finn and John, but younger than Thomas and Arthur. It was an even number of children, but technically her and her brother John shared the roll of middle child. But she was about four years older than him, which made her closest in age to Tommy, as there was barely twelve months separating the pair. Ten, to be exact. While Thomas was born in January, Y/N was born in November. They were what was called catholic twins (or Irish twins, Dutch twins, Scottish twins… there was many words for it). Two siblings born less than twelve months of one another, and Thomas and Y/N Shelby were born ten months from one another both in the year 1890; which made them the same age for five months.

What a chaotic bunch that they were. Always enforcing mayhem all across the city and never behaving themselves. Y/N, was the most misfit of them all as it seemed most days, because she stuck out like a sore thumb no matter how hard she tried otherwise. She was always…. different, and her family always assumed she would grow out of it by the time she was a teenager. But no, when she was a teenager Y/N had come to terms with what exactly was wrong with her. Although she viewed it as natural, the entire law and world insisted it wasn’t.

When she was fifteen years old, she had befriended a girl her own age by the name of Nancy McClougden. Even today, Y/N’s heart fluttered at the recollection of the girl who she hadn’t seen in years. You see, the problem began when Y/N realized that if she were a boy, she would be all over Nancy and be trying to woo her to the best of her abilities, and the problem escalated when Y/N realized that she didn’t want to have to be a boy to kiss Nancy. That she would kiss Nancy any day, if she would ask her to. By then, it was clear to the eldest Shelby girl what she was, and it was clear to her that no one could ever know.

And with being so close (in both age and relationships) with her brother, Thomas, that proved to be difficult as growing up the two came in a pair and were inseparable. Not to mention the fact he was a nosy bastard who always had his hand in other people’s business when he shouldn’t have.

One night, later in the evening, when everyone was in the garrison celebrating the new year of 1913, a situation occurred and was one that Y/N personally believed wouldn’t ever happen. Moments after everyone had shouted ‘happy new years’ as the clock struck twelve AM on the first of January with the year now 1913, the party had truly began. Loud talking and drinking that was accompanied by what was almost even louder music that played on a gramophone someone brought in. Y/N found herself seated at the crowded bar line with a woman roughly around her own age that had introduced herself as Isla, and of course, Y/N wasn’t just talking but she was rather blatantly flirting with the red haired woman who giggled along to the Shelby woman’s words and played along. It was going well, to say the least. That was, up until Y/N gave a small jolt of surprise as an arm fell around her shoulder. “Hello, Thomas.” She greeted her brother, a slight roll of her eyes coming his way as she took a sip of her drink.

“Why, Y/N, aren’t you going to introduce me to this pretty lady?” Her brother urged to set him up with another young lady that probably, just like most, wouldn’t last long. She would be around for a few weeks at best, because it was safe to say every Shelby man had, in lack of better terms, commitment issues.

Smiling with tight lips up at her barely elder brother, Y/N glanced back to the woman sitting in front of her. “Tom, this is Isla. Isla, this is my brother, Thomas.” She briefly introduced the two in order not to simply brush her brother off and seem catty over nothing. “But all you get is an introduction, Tommy. Her and I were having a private conversation that doesn’t need dropping in on.”

Isla laughed slightly at that, her round and rouged cheeks turned up at the apples as she smiled. It caused Y/N’s heart to soar and flutter as if she was a little schoolgirl again. She had come to discover that unless serious, Isla was capable at making everything lighthearted in a positive way. It was a relief, in y/n’s opinion to be truthful as it was a rare thing to see in Small Heath.

Barely nodding his head, Tommy casually gestured for the current bartender to fetch him a drink before speaking again. Y/N sighed, knowing there was no getting rid of him now, as he would be stealing away yet another girl who was just out of her grasp. “Ah, well, what is it you were speaking about?”

“Didn’t I just say that—“

“Horses.” Isla interrupted, not on purpose, but her and Y/N began to speak in union and the Shelby girl gave up her words rather easily. As soon as the word horses was spoken, she could see her brother’s ears perk up. There definitely was no getting rid of him now. “Y/N here was telling me about horses…. Or I suppose I more so asked about them. I understand that you work with horses, Mr. Shelby.”

“I shovel shit at the stables located in my uncle’s scrapyard, if that’s what you refer to.” He joked, and Isla had giggled at him which caused Y/N’s eyes to roll to heavily she was sure that they would stay jammed in the back of her skull. “Now… what is a lady like yourself doing in a place like Small Heath, in a pub like this one, and asking about horses on New Year’s Day?”

“Nothing special, truly…. I suppose I thought celebrating the New Years in a new environment would be the best way to start off the new year. I’m here with my sister, you see…. But I lost track of her awhile ago, I’m sure I’ll mean her again sooner or later.” Her reply was rather simple. “Besides, if I didn’t have the need for adventure, I wouldn’t have met Y/N tonight.”

The Shelby girl smiled at this, pleased with the fact that she made so far a good impression with the lady. But soon Tommy smirked as he looked over Isla. “And where might you be from, Isla?”

“Balsall Heath. Not far from here.”

He gave her that charming Shelby smirk, and offered her his hand, and it was in that moment Y/N had realized her brother may have won this battle. “Well, Isla from Balsall Heath, how would you like a drink? On me, of course.”

As the night passes on, Y/N had watched as her brother flirted and attempted to woo over Isla. The only thing she could do is sit and pout at the bar. When Isla had been dancing and laughing with her brother for what Y/N counted as the third time, it wasn’t long before the young woman’s little sister approached her; the sixteen year old linking arms with the elder of the pair, and leaning into whisper. “Think you could get me a drink? Aunt Polly has be watching me like a bleeding hawk all evening, and I think it’s only fair that I get at least one hard drink. It is new years after all, Y/N/N.”

“No, you don’t need a drink.” Y/N dismissed her and her wanting of alcohol. “You’re not drinking tonight. Don’t you remember how you got at Christmas after a few drinks? We’re not having that replay.” She reminded her younger sister, who was to her junior about only four or five years. “Besides, I saw John slip you a few glasses of champagne anyhow. You’ve had your share.” She added with a grin, and Ada simply groaned in annoyance before watching her blue eyes sister’s gaze drift back to the woman their brother was dancing and evidently flirting with smoothly yet obviously. The bloody Shelby charm was a blessing yet a curse depending on what side you fell on.

Ada’s dark eyebrows creased at this, and she looked back towards her elder sister. “Is something the matter? You’re sitting here pouting and gazing longingly at that lady Tom’s with. He steal your friend away from you or somethin’?” Naturally Ada assumed they were friends as they arrived together and hadn’t parted until Tommy swooped in.

Y/N grumbled at that, taking a sip of her drink. “Something like that, I s’pose….” She mumbled in reply, every word coming out of her laced with bitterness of the situation. But what was Y/N meant to do? She couldn’t exactly have told her brother to piss off because she was smitten over Isla. She could only imagine his reaction. Tommy would blink at her dumbly for a few moments before disowning her ass right then and there. Y/N would rather have allowed him to steal Isla from her for the night than have that happen.

Half an hour after everyone left the tiny New Years party at the Garrison pub, hanging around the extra half hour in order to regain their own acknowledgement of the real world; Y/N found herself walking home with her brother that night, both hanging onto each other for dear life as they tried to find their way back home in one piece while drunk at one in the morning. This wasn’t new to the pair, but also was one of the most traumatic things they do together every so often. Isla had left with her sister around ten minutes before them, meaning neither Shelby was victorious of bringing her somewheres alone; but with how drunk everyone had gotten, it was for the best.

Trying to support one another’s weight while venturing home, tripping over one another and nearly yelling at each other while speaking. One must remember that this was 1913…. And Thomas Shelby wasn’t currently the Thomas Shelby that was the fierce leader of the notorious Birmingham street gang. The peaky blinders were formed, but during these early days, to most people they were just a bunch of school boys trying to be men and out dick whoever they came across. “Oi, get offa me fucking toes, ya fucking wanker.” Y/N hissed at her partner in crime when he trampled her feet whilst trying to walk.

“Fucking walk straight, and maybe we won’t run into each other.” He simply said. “I swear, the only thing you’re good for is introducing me to ladies…. Though, that Isla tonight seemed rather stuck up. Took a few free drinks and a few dances, and then went straight back to chatting with you before her sister came and collected her to go home.”

“Here’s an idea, brother, maybe she wasn’t in to you.” Y/N laughed, soon noticing they stumbled upon number six of watery lane, where both of the siblings were relieved to find one of them still had house keys on them so that they wouldn’t have to wake everyone up by banging on the door. Y/N would have felt most sorry for poor little Finn, as the five year only always got cranky when woken up loudly. “Can’t always steal every woman from me, can ya? I’m gonna win some every once in a while, you know.”

“Eh? The fuck do you mean?” Tommy turned his nose up to her absurd words, and Y/N blinked through her drunkenness and caught her own mistake.

“What do I mean by what?” Y/N naturally played dumb on it, soon shushing her brother loudly as he stumbled inside the house and crashed into the hallway table; making a loud thud noise. “Be quiet, for fucks sake, if we wake Finn Polly is going to have our asses!” She hissed at him.

Rubbing his shin where he had roughly bashed it against the table, Tommy momentarily grumbled beneath his breath before glancing back at his barely younger sister. “I know what you said. So what the fuck do you mean by it?” Tommy re-asked. “You a homosexual now or something?” He nearly laughed at that, finding his own words and joke absolutely hilarious in this moment of drunkenness.

“A homosexual? Of course not, Thomas. Don’t be absurd now.” She was quick to brush away his words. “But if you’re flirting with a woman, like fuck I’ll be her friend because as soon as you forget about them, that would make it far too awkward to have a friendship.” She lied easily through her teeth.

“‘M just saying, Y/N.” He shrugged at his sister. “If you were, I’m just gonna remind you that that shit is illegal. Be careful.”

And that was the last of that for the night, as both weren’t in the right minds to discuss such things. Y/N had gone up to her room not long afterwards, and her brother passed out on their aunt’s sofa. The only remaining siblings living in watery lane had been Finn, Ada, Y/N and Thomas. Even though Thomas was on the verge of moving away, but Y/N always stayed to assist with her two youngest siblings in order that Polly didn’t have the burden of them. The next morning hit Y/N’s head felt like a bloody train had crashed into it in the middle of the night and she felt like her entire body had been as well. This is why she only tended to get drunk on special occasions such as the New Years; she hated the aftermath of being so intoxicated. But at least she wasn’t the type to be bent over a toilet spewing up her guts all day.

After forcing herself out of bed, Y/N ventured downstairs into the oddly quiet home where there surprisingly wasn’t much talking other than a slight mutter coming in from the kitchen; where she could pin the voices to belong to her aunt and two elder brothers. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the chatting seemed to stop as she entered the kitchen. “G’morning, family.” She greeted before going straight to the cupboard where she knew her aunt kept teas and such, hoping that would help take away her booming headache.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Polly seemed to drawl her words whilst greeting her eldest niece, and her eyes shifted to her eldest nephews momentarily. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a fuckin’ log.” Y/N replied, grabbing the still hot kettle in order to make her tea. “A log that got hit by two trains, because let me tell you, Aunt Pol, I have never felt worst in my entire life. This is the exact reason why I tend to be the sober one.”

“Well are you sober enough to answer a question?” Arthur had asked bluntly, and Polly could be heard hissing at him to shut up and be nice.

Turning back around to face the small portion of her family while sipping on her heavily sugared tea, Y/N’s dark eyebrow raised and she was soon to give a shrug of her shoulders. “I suppose so. It’s only a hangover, after all. I’m sure I’ve had worst, and if not I’m sure there’s worst to come.” Y/N said lightheartedly, as her hangovers always would hurt like a bitch but never lasted more than a few hours.

Then, out of nowhere before anyone else could utter a word, her eldest brother spoke again. “Are you a fucking homosexual?” This caused Y/N to snort into her drink out of surprise, and have a bit of it go up into her nose; causing her to sputter and cough.

“Arthur Shelby!” Their aunt hissed at him, and he simply held her hands up in defence for a brief moment.

Once Y/N had stopped sputtering and coughing over her tea that had just burnt her nostrils due to the fact she inhaled some, she quickly wiped her face with a dish towel before looking at her eldest brother in astonishment. “Pardon me?”

“You heard the question just fine based on that reaction.” Arthur gave a small roll of his eyes. “Tommy said—“

Immediately, she was set off like a firecracker; just like the ones that had been set off for the new years last night. “Tommy fucking said, eh?!” She hollered. “Tommy fucking said what exactly?!”

“Tommy said that when the pair of you two came stumbling home last you, you were yapping about something along the lines of not being eager to introduce every woman you meet to him because you’d like to win her over once in awhile.” Polly added in. “So, Y/N, it’s a yes or no answer. Which is it?”

Y/N scoffed defensively. “Oh yes, because if I was homosexual, I would just be jumping at the bit to say so and get my arse disowned and arrested.”

This time, Tommy’s eyebrow raised. “Who said shit about disowning?”

“How the fuck else is it supposed to go?! Are you fucking dense in the head, brother?” Y/N asked rhetorically with a snap in her voice. This was not how she wanted her hungover morning to be spent. There was a sacred time during a hangover where the said person was left alone and in peace, and so far Y/N was experiencing no peace of the sort. “If someone likes the same gender, it is frowned upon. Might not be something they can necessarily change about themselves and it’s still frowned upon. Do you know why? Because it’s fucking unnatural. It’s always been unnatural and the moment I were to say, yes I like women more then men, then I would be fucked.”

Throwing his hands up in exasperation, Arthur spoke, “Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N, we don’t give a fuck what gender you like!” He spoke with irritation seeping from his gruff voice. “It was just a bleedin’ question out of curiosity!”

When she noticed Arthur’s irritation over the simple fact she was making a scene about it, as well as Polly’s growing smirk that she attempted to hide with her blue and white tea cup as she took a sip of the drink, plus Tommy’s unbothered stature as he leaned against the back cabinet whilst smoking a partially smoked cigarette, Y/N’s mouth snapped shut as she was just left blinking at the three family members. “Repeat that?” She asked.

“Look, is it unnatural? Sure it is. Aint exactly the most common thing in the world… You could get in real shit for it.” Tommy spoke up, shrugging his shoulders. “But you’re of fucking sister, Y/N. You were our sister yesterday, the day before that. Last month. Last year. You’re out fucking sister, and that isn’t about to change because of somethin’ like this. Ya hear me?”

Y/N ran up to her brother and hugged him incredibly tight at that. Probably in a tighter embrace than she had ever put someone in before. Tommy could only chuckle a bit and hug her back. “So that all it took, eh?” Y/N asked the room while pulling away from her elder brother, standing beside him with his arm over her shoulders, wiping tears from her eyes before they even had the chance to fall. “Just one slip of words while I was drunk?”

Polly gave an amused sigh of laughter before going back to reading the newsprint she had in front of her. “Oh no, dear, we’ve been suspecting things ever since Nancy McClougden.”

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pndnj · 3 years ago

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Cathartic- Yellow Metal Lyrics

Heres where I am with the lyrics, I referenced @25Goldenn on twitter for some of it that I couldn’t comprehend.

*music*

0:23

Dark matter, like painted splatters, they fit better, the old saying, the way it goes, better the devil you do then you don’t know. I hit pedals and switch levers, my heart metal, I can't settle, im part trouble, they are not subtle. I fuck good so fuck cuddles, burst bubbles the thrist levels at new heights, i down doubles, and got baked til I felt high, my face puzzled, felt muddled, far strung and your floors woodent, the thought might but the fit wouldn’t. A fortnight

0:46 - 1:00

And I thought right, it’s all bark and no bite, I’m Tony Stark still embarking on a dream, took a bit of time to take darkness from the team. Seen what I saw. Heartless on the sleeve. Tried to burn my wings, so I put them in a piece on my chest , at peace no rest.

1:00-1:15

Flipped this on it’s head. Rip the script up now, flip it don’t pretend, slipping shit again, Fakers all around me, I’ve been living in pretense. Fake friends won’t make amends. There’s no need, these mean comments control the scenes. Attentionseekers, the spine is weakened

1:15-1:24

This family needs, what a family needs, and the planet bleeds, the damaged trees. It’s never leaving til we ascend so fuck the fence, and until they stop killing colour it’s fuck the feds.

1:22 - 1:44

You must be off it, I mean it, you know you ain’t never get with the judging and I used to dread growing my beard too long, never felt I belonged, but it's really long like a minute I ain’t looking to no mans for the limits, They’re feeling timid, I’m telling them who they mimic, why they don't look like a clinic …. Why they don't get no women, Still, we’re just fucking girls, Lost in the wrong world, Jurassic, now to this vermin

1:41- 1: 50

Kicking the game I’m serving, these losers are never learning, my fire is forever burning, adding it to my fuel, seems like I’m always focused on never becoming you, These locals that rob us feeling … was for a reason.

1:52-2:02

I’m seeing my new beginnings, watch out this loser’s winning, and no water is too deep to swim in Like I’m about to see a killing, I’m all the way that and living, flawless and feeling lawless, the prison now to the gimmicks, my vision is set to something,

2:03-:2:20

I’m watching you bitches plummet, no matches here for my cunning, you rappers are feeling done in, switching your genre, running and Running your jaw, stunting, pulling at straws, something I think you’re a poor effort, deaf and tone deaf and I ain’t treat you separate. Living, I’m in my element, riding it like a … never lose me to fentanyl, scared when I take a benadryl. Keeping it green in general

2:20- 2:46

Think that you remain irrelevant. Look at yourself with reverence, hoping to always elevate. Celibate of these thoughts, killing themselves with sedatives. In comparison to eminem, you’re feeling feminine. Impolitically correct, still dropping on my dick. And I never gave a fuck about what they say abt my shit, I’ve been moving things in my mind like it’s this mountain dew Memories have made me wonder if one day I’m after you. What’s the purpose that you do, is what you're hoping that they learn, i’d like to say i’m done but it’s getting up on my nerves

2:46 -2:55

I’m looking at my life, saying what do I deserve. It’s hard to say I know when I’m walking through the dirt. Talking while you’re nothing I can see for what it’s worth. I’m tired of feeling hurt and I’ve tried enough but nothing works.

2:55-3:40

I’m racking up excuses while I’m slacking off on work. Chit chatting is the usual, talking to this clerk, i beg you don’t include me. I might write it on my shirt so everytime they see me, the oldest know to swerve. SWERVE Life is potent, bits of fucked shit… till they took notice weren’t no hocus pocus, it was hard work that got me heard so i put in the graph like google maps but the whole earth

… around my door mat, taking over like the drones, rolling dirt up in miles like the water, and exploding like Annas hematoma. Don't need to see a slammer to know that I don't want to go man

I’m a showman. I’m just focused on the drama… like i’ve got my own insurance, show myself the pain, like i boxed it in the frame, if we’re about to talk greatness im great, the way you have to say my name like beyonce

“Say my name”

4:00-4:46

Just a bum with a cigarette, sun coming up, all my thoughts on the internet. Feeling deep, I’m just bored with the silhouette single sec, get fucked up for the thrill of it . killer streak playing Pacman. Like I came from the Philippines vanilla bean still a thing for the thrill of scene,

Theres a beam, UFO, Leave it well alone I aint moving, stood still on the peloton, telephone and its always on the dial tone, it's been a while since i’ve smiled at a milestone, seen a big pile in my mind stone, me against the world on my Jack Jones, Like I’m John Jones, With pictures in the condo, far from John Doe, in the ___, like I'm Johnny Bravo, got pravado, with a small dick sitting in golados, feeling far gone, cuz that last hit was the good shit, was that stay lit

4:48-5:02

You can never take my shit come and get me. On the top floor, cloud 9, fading, never bailing, felt amazing, inhaling, til my lungs two guns blazing. Overcome all the stunts that I pulled. A suit of just skin and then wool

5:02- 5:17

This life doesn’t give you no armour, a lot of myself can harm ya. I swear on what’s good, that I’m here till they take me. I pray that I’m wrinkled, at least over 80, and start moving like a ruler, ?damaged? Like a computer going fast, bars from the jeweler, bring the songs to the beach in hopes of finding tuna

5:18-5:36

…

5:36- 6:16

Grab a bat, lose my rag. Couple things got me mad, a couple people got me wrong and now I’m changing up the swag. Coming in and stealing it, I might take the whole bag. Feeling undefeated, I’m a beast with a reason, and imma lead the whole pack. Fearless like I’m Caesar, I’m just waiting for a chance to fill it up with diesel, and all I've been achieving is clocking miles in its region, moving like a legion.

Promise that I made to myself an allegiance. Do you still believe I’m a fool for ever leaving, staring at the ceiling, can never put a cap on achieving. I’m just here for the rap, then I’m leaving.

I’ve had about enough of being my own enemy, it’s time I grew up, a long way from 17. Always went against the grain, struggles in my life. Got some things to say when I stand up on a mike.

6:16-6:32

I ain’t dropping this for fame, I need this time, like therapy, it’s just to keep me sane. The truth is on my medicine, can’t put that on your plate.

Speeding into everything, bout time I fixed the brakes. Don’t say I can’t communicate , you know I conversate with you in several different ways. And I know you know it’s references, looking at your face.

6:33- 6:53

Can’t justify mistakes, like every man that made them, seems I ain't the one to blame. Lying to myself, only had so much to gain, so now I’m switching up the plate, see if that affects the place, im at on most days

I ain’t going with the usual so they looking at me strange. Confused, I can feel it all, I’m here to make a change. It’s cold at 3am outside, I’m walking with the dog, thanking god that you don’t talk at all, my mind is switching off

6:54-7:12

Driving down to find myself, cuz I’ve been getting lost, lived this selfless life and found I can give a toss. Lessons that I’ve learned I’ve tried teaching to myself. What I’ve learnt from certain people is that they’re better than myself.

So I surround myself with real ones, and you feel the plastic melt. Like burning toy soldiers that used to go up on the shelf. Recycle the ideas, conveying on the belt

7:14-7:29

.. circus, always hurting the way we felt? Embarrassed that we dreamt of bigger things and letting go of notions till we feel them in cement

Tired of only hoping, we feel broken men. Cuz the gravity is weight and has kept us to the ground, see the only people speaking with favors in their mouths

7:46-7:58

Got killer rhymes… no fillers, like godzilla, eating clouds cuz my smokes thicker, throat licker, my dope sicker, bringing people their hope like im the pope slicker, i hope you’re getting the point cuz i walk quicker

I thought my city was shit bcs I want bigger like my zipper couldn’t zip up fed up with the…my love is fickle.. Residual age has a primitive face

I see demise for your limited ways, Left it to simmer, simmer away…a fake glimmer in the haze

8:09-8:11

Feeling trapped this industry is a cage

8:34-8:50

Nobody’s speaking the truth, I’m offended by the State. Look at the state of the news, I’ve decided the argument, reciting my views, while they’ve been sat in their chairs, I’m feeling pressure to choose.

Standing here as one man, how can I do half when you’re half the person I am. If it wasn’t in your life, you didn’t choose it. It’s the funny thing about music. It’s the pain and beauty of it.

8:52-9:11

Don’t give a fuck what my suit is, it looks good so I wear it, better than the shoot that People’s wearing, changing the whole narrative for these basics and scarcity

Been facing the racists from back when i were a kiddie .born up in in 93’. been living in Bradford City..kicked me out of the schools, they had a problem with me hitting the kids that would call me p*** still sitting in the classroom chilling, and i'm angry now that I’m older I see they treat us different

9:12-9:25

got me thinking I’m the problem cuz they never dealt with those issues.

20 years later I’m still in the same boat, tryna treat me like my grandpa, say I came up off the boat. Came to tell you what I stand for, man I think you’re shit, a joke. How can I be civil, when they got me by the throat

9:25-9:35

Pushing my feelings down, you ain’t got it like them

‘Boy your skin is so light’, ok motherfucker take my name up on a flight. Try to convince immigration that your bloodline’s half white.

9:35-9:45

I don’t know how that’s acceptable, when life is more susceptible to perception, be the death of them. I’ve been looking at the sky saying where’s that day of reckoning, you had your prophets right when they say that you would speak to them.

9:45-9:55

I need justice in this life and I trust that it’s my fight, cuz when I’m writing it feels right to have them focused on the facts again. Focused on the rap again, hoping for the change, gunna put this on the map again

9:55-10:16

Writing in all caps again, the pain, it goes through me so I write the letter. All the shit that could have brought me but made me better.

I’m at home with a pain in my soul , yeh rap… cuz you know I was too real to contest it, my time was invested. Now I look at the industry, I see it infested, looking like kids who would write on nesquik.

10:17-10:29

My name ain’t on the list unless they label it ethnic.

I ain’t never gave a fuck about these jokers and jesters. Ain’t no answers for these things, so just save us the questions, man allowed of violence, cuz my silence is deafening, your opinion stinks, somebody get him a breath mint.

10:30- 10:42

Start to understand why they think that I’m threatening, I move in certain ways, couldn’t slow me with ketamine Now they all wanna hear me, got a table at letterman. Direction changed, like I changed up the lettering. Don’t believe the age ,bcs I move like a veteran.

10:42 - 10:47

Raised on the benefit for whose benefit, they’ll never learn shit, man, if the shoe fits.

…no words coming out when you open your mouth

And to be honest, it’s insulting, offensive to my wounds that have been salting. Tryna ask me questions that they know I never answer. I’d rather sit online and reply to the fan art

11:00-11:06

Fuck a sports car, coming through when i rapped

tell you what I like, farm life and the tractor

11:06- 11:17

Fake life, 'sup online, suck a fat one. You don’t wanna buy into that, none of that son. Sitting in the garden 98’ in the Datsun, seen some hot summers but I still remember that sun.

*music*

11:51- 12:34

I make millions off of my pain, cause I know a few millions still living that way

Dealing with the hurt, they should know cause they don’t deserve it, it hit deep cause i hit the nerve. Only way that the sheep learn if the street firm, in my ways I don’t wanna change, everything just stay the same

Who you tryna convince you understand, cant maintain, let the lights dim some, get the Chow Mein, flex, get the tape, right up at night

Why these men be nice to my face, be nice, i ain’t tryna be a gangsta ruins my vibe

Rather be low-key and on my phone. Never need the trophy or the show piece

Never show peace in a North Face fleece. Show kids this like i wrote my flip

Cause the sign might fit till the start i’m sick

12:37-13:05

Now you see where I come from, the world don’t. Only achievement in this life is the Jordans. Committing petty crimes out of boredom, we can’t afford them. So I stole it, need a rolex

Go make sense, get yourself a job, It’s a poor man’s game tryna sit and pray to god, he ain’t sorting out your problems, gotta sort them out yourself

Used to tell us fables, now I’m writing them myself, Cause we raw like animals we all just need some help

Cathartic, I’m an artist, trying to put my heart in

Felt double crossed like Leo in Departed

13:05- 13:27

For the knowledge i’m not charging see I got it all free

But my hunger kept me starving like i’m feening for the feed

I just Need a reason to see me bleeding for my creed. Trick you with the words like I keep em up my sleeve. Picking where I fit, I see me sitting with the queen

I ain’t doing it unless you’re used to saying please

Let me flow a bit, before I sting 'em with the bees, They tryna kill us with disease

(Music)

13:34- 14:12

Why does it feel like they had the same notebook and the same four looks

Like the rain won't touch on their face, so sus when they lie don’t trust not a minor

Please no fuss, I just move through the game like must

Something in the way i adjust till i stick, Free falling like the ship, free fall till i bust

Remember 21 brother gave no fucks. Trying to project when they give them looks

In the projects, in the objects us

In my own way, never gave me love, shoulda never started this, broken hearted kid

Dried up the feeling till I stole the lid

Don’t wanna relish in the fame but I can’t resist

14:46-14:58

I like the way we feel, I like the way, I like the way

Ain’t no mistake, i am a being

I ain’t tryna be a leader, been selling out since Jesus

All my rhymes are for the readers, between the lines, like Father time, I fuck Mother Nature

14:58-15:40

That’s what they get, the connotations. Tell 'em I lived a life, and then I lived a life of adjacent? like its…. and played it patient.

Alone on my own spaceship, always tryna find greatness, still defying lines, but I’m fighting in my prime.

Shining light like Kylo while imma kill it all the time. Aging like I’m wine

Asian in my face, but still my race you can’t define. Focused on defiance, imma fight it while it’s life.

Started something sick and on my mind is what’s next, just became a dad so now I’m taking all the cheques. Better know I’m staying and paying like it’s debt. Imma get it done, if it’s taking all my breath, sweat, and down I ain’t messing around til I’m the best

Speaking in full sentences, shoulda thought about a strategy before you went at the stratosphere about this… rings around Saturn, this ain’t a battle, I’m sat, I’m here

15:40-16:22

Catch me doing magic, hired and sounding tragic I think you could use practice and until that you get the blacklist and pull like a … actress? Fooling them like a catfish, schooling like a legend, happy to be the reference, fusing like iridescence, leaving them all guessing, leaking out of my brain like a pipe I aint fixing, shining like a star you can see it from a distance

Aint many of me around p*** I’m just different Certain stages to this level aint here because fame is to the devil fuck a label, imma do this from the ghetto, clean up like Im Dettol

I’m the man to put a bet on, sight smart like a weapon, this is my kind of setting, i write the world I’m sat in, while these others live on hype, i see them fight in how they type, the fruit is ripe for the taking, i think i might

16:22-16:57

Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here

16:58- 17:47

Eccentric things are mentioned like a kid stuck in detention tryna escape im just spitting what is written on the next page, spitting image of my dad in his young days

Born sinner when i’m livid i say fucks sake

Don’t worry i’m too cunning with no plumbing, the waterworks, i sung something that resonates, i thought it first like giving birth to the parrot perch

They see me do it and they know it works

Don’t know what’s worse: the way that you live your life or the way that you write a verse

You’ll be nervous, you don’t deserve it we’ll scratch the surface ill leave a crater, lift the dirt up to find the hurting

Can’t know for certain nothing is guaranteed, tryna be a better person than the world deserves to see cuz i see a lot of sharks still swimming in the sea

Cease and arrest what’s the reason.. And these the kinda kids we bringing up next

Distorted reality, all they needed was family, too hard to face, to see what the damage is

17:47

*i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, no, i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, *

18:04-18:38

Sometimes they ask the questions too deep to form a sentence, to disform, is this the norm, is this the sentence i feel defenseless i played the setlist, and all my sweat blood and tears, forgot to mention feeling lost, going off into different sections i feel like love wrecked it

If it’s not a drug why am i waiting for the next fix, affected, i cant believe that you left this

I guess I leave for the best wish, moving on like im fine for the lectures

We see it all from spectrums, cuz if we’re falling down we can fall down together

Staircase to heaven, mirror down the middle like 11, resentment on one side it won’t settle

18:38- 19:14

Mind fried but taking sense, they aint got a sense of themselves in the rich ends

Need to spell it out for them.. Made for them so witness

I know you feel afflicted but you always love it with me while im laughing at you, ya think you’re laughing with me

I try to (i love you) but im grown so they don’t fit me, my body thrown from the new to this old city so Im sick of sitting on my own, feeling so shitty, i’ve been on roads where its cold and the snow hitting

Its okay to be yourself, sit and talking to myself

I’ve been walking for the longest, just need a little rest, know i ain’t the strongest, I can feel it in my chest, talking about my feelings and of me, they get the best

19:14-19:59

They aint leaving, seeing breathing in my breath

Till death do us part is just seeded in my heart, like a work of art

Never winning,im just scared

Cant begin from the start, do i play a part in the rhythm of the night

I guess i’m onto something cuz the dark is feeling right

Every cloud got a lining, put my own miles in, like moralis, figured that they’re jealous, that they could just never tell us to change because the weather never made me question whether or not i’m not that level

Got rid of all the bullshit sitting in my way, most of them are full of shit i see it every day

I do hearing the same things that i do, maybe that shits hitting like haiku

How much do you pay for them to hype you

Recycle your flaws but they aint like new, leaving and conceded and full of diesel like engines that need a cleaning, the ending will be revealing. Even though we ain’t raising the facts, now we been facing.

20:01-20:52

The cactus with spikes, needing spaces. Different faces, the same story. A full body like straight body direct to your system.

Could never tell 'em we missed’ em. Not even with the thoughts, we gift them. Cuz they just take advantage, guess we are caught in a system.

My soul pouring out details of borrowed time, had enough of a fill, this is for sorrow time. I’m seeing visions of Heaven, I seen the severed line, between the gospel they speak and when theyre telling lies.

Remember telling a friend of mine, you’d sent of mine, identified like a 3rd eye. Got a habit of knowing now where the dirt lies. So benign. I ain’t sober after 9, so I fuck their minds. Why you flipping out, see another

Try to rep it from the city, fuck a chiller crew, repping for the nittys, trying to keep us down, raised on the social, don’t want to let us out of the system. Me, I insist we assist them, me alone putting shifts til I lift them

20:53-21:12

I know it’s hard, that’s why I like it, I’m fit to fight it, I’m from the North, I’m backing Tyson, it’s been decided, don’t see no light. They needing guiding, just redefining, realizing, I’m realigning, in full finance, they stay silenced.

Can’t be louder, I’m juiced up with no powder. I fix shit like a slick spanner. Gone green like Bruce Banner. So free Gaza on my banner

21:12-21:51

The real McCoy, I ain’t nothing to toy with, signifying peace like a Japanese Koi Fish. How did this happen, we’re moving backwards in our timeline, killing us with cyanide, Right up for the freedom 'til we transform like Ironhide

This is bout my feelings, the way that I move affects the fate that I’m sealing. Can’t say nothing, with that something being on the page, kept inside the pen like the bars that have been kept caged. See I always had a plan, since I was young, we had nothing man

Now it’s been a few years since I ain’t seen the fam, on foreign lands. Bout to climb Everest in the avalanche. Right into the riddles as soon as you were born. Never asking the question cuz it’s the norm. See I’m in a questionin’ session

21:52-22:03

Like the manner got a method to teaching a lesson, listen to MF Doom, he taught me like Ra’s Al Ghul. Felt like living in Gotham, the people were rotten. Still we play cartoons so it’s never forgotten.

22:03-22:15

Chilling at the top but we came from the bottom. Writing and jottin for them life by, spotting the difference

*Dreams, was growing out of me, sun promising that tomorrow it will rise, time playing games with my mind, I swear it will pass us by

Train goes on the tracks, smoke, I’m tired to hide my thoughts, so blinded in flames, Don’t know where we’re going, I have no way of knowing, only see what’s in my head

Can’t we wait a minute, so we can savour this, It’s on my brain again, these days, It on my brain again these days”

23:10-23:46

They’re hating on Palestine ways, The oh no Palace playing Prince on the Steinway, Sending out mind waves, stop them like crimewaves, Freedom fighter, Yellow Metal is my name

Like vipers, I see the sly ones, the snake that’s called Biden, none of them abiding what they might put in writing

We should be used to it by now, say whatever for the vote and then just choose another route, say they’d never kill another unless that brother’s skin is brown

I’m just telling you the facts, if you can’t take it, the truth naked, to bare bones and my thoughts lately, spitting politics.. Done ain’t it, Shit just gets me vexed, and now I’m sitting that I think of it

23:45-23:59

Feeling on the brink of it, whatever it is, Figure out some shit at least it feels that way

talk about my feelings and I don’t feel so strange, finding solace, that’s a promise, in Metropolis but being honest, can’t write a sonnet, without some pain

24:00-24:40

Can’t fade away, away so we can savour this, been on my brain again these days

Can't find a way to be so you can savour this, been on my brain these days

Singing the song for another, singing a song for another

#zayn #yellowmetal #cathartic #feel free to correct me pls #cathartic lyrics

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oldfamiliarsword · 4 years ago

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In episode 22, at the very beginning of Mikage’s flashback, he rebuffs one of the male students for calling him “Nemuro-kyōju,” stating that they are both the same age. Later in the episode, after the flashback, Tokiko passes Mikage in the hallway and recognizes him, telling Akio that “he hasn’t aged a bit since then.” Akio’s response? “So long as they stay in these gardens called schools, people will never become adults.”

In episode 23, an adult woman comes to Mikage’s office and announces that he has a visitor. We learn from their conversation that he has “dismissed” her, and she takes a moment to let out her frustrations: “You haven’t changed at all. You’re the same as when we first met. ‘Be my secretary,’ you suddenly asked. Well, it doesn't matter now. I can let my hair down now that I'm free of your yoke. When you looked at me, I always wondered how I appeared to you. … You really are a special person. Maybe one of the chosen. But the one I fell in love with isn't a boy younger than me, like you.” The woman even uses the word 坊や (bōya) as an insult.

At every turn, the other characters in Revolutionary Girl Utena make it very apparent that Mikage is not an adult. Even those who aren’t in the know like Tokiko and Akio see him as a minor. For instance, the two college professors in episode 14 don’t find anything amiss with “the great charismatic high-school sponsor of the Mikage seminar.” They call him “the genius high-school student.” We are not told Mikage’s exact age, but I think it’s safe to assume he’s no older than Kanae (18). Anthy herself is only 14, which means that she has stayed the same age for quite some time. Even if you don’t hold with the interpretation that Akio and Anthy have “been around for centuries” (I don’t), it’s no secret that those chosen by the system have a tendency to remain unchanged.

During Mikage’s duel with Utena, the chorus sings: “Asking for time. Never resting. Living on, a hollow form.” I find this to be an apt description of Mikage’s pitiful existence while stuck at Ohtori. Women like Tokiko and his secretary have moved on. They remark that he is a boy refusing to grow up, and they have neither the time nor the patience to wait for him to catch up.

You can view Mikage however you want, but it’s time to stop calling him an adult. It is absolutely integral to the narrative that he parallel Utena. Neither he nor she will ever “grab hold of eternity” by clinging to false memories. Even if eternity exists, their memories would never survive the dulling effects of its passage. It’s just not possible. The only thing the system can give them is a brief respite. The moment they have outlived their usefulness, their “imagined puppetry” will cease, and they will graduate Ohtori.

#revolutionary girl utena #shoujo kakumei utena #mikage souji

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collecting-stories · 4 years ago

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Shane - ep. 12 - Georgia

Summary: Shane hassles you in the diner and you let slip to Daryl that you want to date him.

A/N: Can’t believe we’re moving this far into it.

Georgia Masterlist | The Walking Dead Masterlist

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You almost audibly groaned when Shane walked into the diner on Monday night. Daryl has been gone all weekend and you were quickly realizing that driving yourself around just wasn’t the same. You weren’t too proud to admit that you missed him, more than someone should miss an ‘in between’ friend as Tara had called him.

“You know, in between a friend and a boyfriend.” She had explained after coining the term.

“I get it.”

You were sure your mom was happy, as happy as she could be with you, because you’d been essentially only at the diner and at home all weekend. You’d even been on time for church on Sunday morning, an occurrence that was lacking lately. It wasn’t only Daryl’s absence that had you falling back into that place so close to the daughter that your mother wanted. The one who was perfect enough to fix all the problems she had. Deanna had told your mom, just like Aiden said she would. She’d called her on Friday morning to tell her that she’d noticed you driving with Daryl in his truck.

“When was this?” Your mother had asked, holding her hand up for you to stop as you were preparing to walk out the door for school.

“I’m gonna be late.” You stressed.

She put her hand over the receiver and looked you dead in the eye, “move out that door and I swear to god you will not go out again for a week. School be damned.”

You waited, stood there anxiously by the front door as she cast you glancing and nodded her head and ‘mmhmm’d’ at the appropriate places. Your dad was supposed to be coming home soon from the halfway house he was living in and you’d thought maybe she was talking to him but then she hung up and turned to face you.

“You wanna tell me why Deanna just called me and told me she saw you with Daryl Dixon.”

“Cause he was fixing my car. I told you that, remember?” You knew you said it in that way that suggested she was dumb for asking so you weren’t surprised when she smacked you across the face. It didn’t take the sting away though and you flinched away from her when she kept on.

“You’ve done some truly stupid things before but this really tops it, you know that! Running around town like some whore!”

And you could’ve said something else, at least that was the inner monologue you gave yourself afterward, when you were sitting in class with Maggie, swearing that you fell in the bathtub during your shower. You could’ve said something else, maybe, but you didn’t.

“You would know! Why isn’t dad back yet? Cause he’s not better or cause you’re still fucking your boss!”

Tara told you after school that she had wait the weekend, until she was back from her mom’s house, before you could stay. So you put yourself on best behaviour mode, faking it through a bruised jaw and other, worse injuries, that no one could see. You rolled in late to class with a slip that said you had tripped in the shower and you continued that lie until the last bell rang and you were driving to 7-11 to meet Tara, to stay far away from your mom.

“Monday,” she promised. “I’m back from my mom’s Monday night, you can come over then.”

“She told me ‘as long as you’re under my roof you won’t be anywhere near Daryl’. Good then, watch me get out from under your roof. She acts like it hasn’t happened before.” You replied, whispering as you stood in the back of the soda aisle, far away from Jacqui’s eavesdropping. The last thing you needed was her telling everyone what you said.

“Does Daryl know?” Tara asked, playing dumb.

“No.” You replied, “and I’m not gonna tell him. If he does like me he doesn’t need to think I’m messed up.”

“You’re not messed up, your mom is a dick.”

“Look, I can fake it for a weekend, church, no friends, work. It’ll be fine.” You promised, “and on Monday night, your house.”

“If you need it sooner, I could talk to my dad.” Tara offered. He’d let you stay plenty of times in the past.

“No, Monday’s fine.”

You survived the weekend the exact way you said you would. You faked the nice girl you had strived to be in middle school and for the first three years of high school. You didn’t talk back, you were quiet, nice, you went to work and to church and it was like some kind of wonderful transformation that your mother probably attributed to herself. She’d scared you straight out of your rebellious crush on Daryl and back to the girl she wanted you to be.

But Sunday came and you were counting down the hours. Just another day and you’d be at Tara’s. Hopefully a few more hours and Daryl would be back. Tonight, thankfully, your mom had left church, changed and gone to work, which left you at the diner, closing it out with Lori when Shane walked in.

“I know you got a thing for that Dixon boy but I think you should reevaluate your eyes.” Lori commented, coming up next to you. “Shane Walsh is mighty fine.”

“First, Daryl’s older than you,” you pointed out. He was 23, same as Rick, and Lori was 21, a little closer in age to you. “Second, you forget your pregnant?”

“A girl can’t look?” She shrugged, walking away as you pretended to gag.

Shane seemed oblivious to the interaction as he came up and sat at the counter. You hadn’t seen him since the party, though both Glenn and Maggie had and they claimed he had asked how you were. You weren’t surprised, Shane always did fashion himself as something of a ‘knight in shining armour’ you could only imagine the size of his ego knowing he had effectively ‘saved’ you from Aiden.

“Hey Shane, what can I get you?” You asked, pad and pen ready, as if you thought he was actually going to order and he didn’t just come here with some ulterior motive like Aiden.

“You, back?” Shane asked, grinning at you.

You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath and trying not to say anything too awful. The last thing you felt like dealing with today was Shane. “Hilarious. Order or move Shane.”

“I’m not joking.” He replied, leaning further across the counter.

Over his shoulder Lori was shooting you a look that you were sure could translate into ‘jump on that offer’. You groaned, folding the notepad back up and slipping it into your apron. “Listen, Shane, I appreciate you standing up for me at the party and I’m sorry Aiden was a dick, I really didn’t want to be there with him-“

“Then why were you?”

“None of your business.” You snapped.

“He trashed my house-“

“You both trashed your house! Don’t bitch at me because you got in a fight I didn’t ask you to get involved in.” You said, cutting him off.

“So first it’s thanks so much and then it’s I don’t need you?”

“Yeah Shane,” you continued, “I was trying to be fucking nice to you but you’re being a dick. I’m sorry I don’t have feelings for you anymore but I can’t change that.”

“You don’t mean that.” He said, keeping his voice low. He stood up and followed you down the counter as you tried to get back to work. As you lifted the gate on the counter he grabbed the other side, stopping you from going any further. “You got your head mixed up with that loser Dixon.”

Your jaw tensed as you glared at him, “watch your mouth.” You let go of the gate, shoving passed him to get to your waiting tables.

The resulting noise of the gate felt like it left an echo when Shane let go as well, turning and grabbing your arm. “Just talk to me, please!”

“I said no!” You snapped, pulling your arm away, “leave me alone Shane, I said no. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“Shane,” Otis’ voice caught both your attentions and you looked behind the counter to the window that offered a limited view of the kitchen. Otis was standing there, dish on the ledge, staring down Shane Walsh like he could fire bullets with his eyes. You’d known Otis your whole life and there wasn’t a person alive that ever had a bad word to say about him. He was a sweetheart, burly on the outside but teddy soft on the inside. He’d watched you hold your own with Shane in the past, and with Aiden. He watched you flirt with Daryl and told you more than a few times that you had that boy wrapped around your finger whether you thought so or not. And he watched Shane put his hand on you, “Think you should leave.”

“We were just talking.” Shane replied, looking back at you like there was any chance in the world that you would defend him.

“Yeah, and now you’re done.” Otis said.

No further conversation was had. Shane nodded and left, Lori shooting him a sympathetic smile as he passed by her. You wanted to tell her to have at him, you could do without him hanging around. It was good Daryl was away for the weekend cause you were itching to go to his house as you stood outside the diner with Lori while she locked up.

“You really over Shane?” She asked, as if she gave two shits about your life.

“Why?”

“Just wondering. He seems pretty passionate about you.”

“Passionate? Try aggressive.” You countered. He’d always been that way and you thought maybe there had been a time when you substituted who he was for who you wanted him to be but you liked to think you were a little smarter this time around.

“What about Dixon?”

“Why are you asking me all these questions Lor?” You asked. You wanted nothing more than to get in your car and go home.

“Just wondering, I get bored at the apartment, only one there to talk to is Rick and he’s on nights this week.” She replied. He was around whenever she had doctor’s appointments or if she needed something for the baby. She was more than positive that when the little Grimes was born he would be the best dad in King County but he seemingly less interested in being the best fiancé.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, answering her question finally, “Daryl and I aren’t dating though so it doesn’t matter.”

“Think he’s waiting til you turn 18.” She asked.

“No, just don’t think he’s interested in dating me is all.”

You’d given Daryl a lot of thought since you’d started spending time with him. There were times you thought maybe he liked you. Moments when it seemed plausible that there was something but it always felt like it was right before. This build up between the two of you with nothing to show for it in the end.

“You have dated before right?”

“Obviously.” You replied, hand on the door of your car. If she would just get in and pull away , you could too.

“Just checking.” She laughed, finally granting your wish and getting in the car.

You peeled out after her, driving away from your street and pulling into the parking lot of the Shop’n’Bag. You parked as close as you could for a late night, your Jeep illuminated by the overhead light. The grocery store was practically dead at 10p as you grabbed a basket and walked around aimlessly. Hungry was not the way to shop but your mom was being a bitch and refusing to buy you groceries, going so far as to label the items in the refrigerator that she deemed hers.

The freezer aisle, flickering from one of the ceiling lights, seemed to be your lucky spot. It wrapped the wall in the far left, two large cases running almost from wall to wall in the middle and a familiar frame leaning over one of them, cart full of other quick meals and beer beside him.

“Hey stranger.” You greeted, stepping up next to him and leaning against the case.

Daryl straightened, the faintest of smiles coming and going as he looked over at you, “ya ain’t stalking me are ya?”

“No, I just finished at the diner, I’m starving.”

“Ya know they make food there.” He replied, tossing a pack of steaks in the cart and moving along, you falling into step next to him.

“I wasn’t hungry while I was there.” When he stopped again you pulled the three packs of stovetop mac and cheese out of your otherwise empty basket and dropped them in his cart before leaving your basket under the case.

“I ain’t buying yer food.” He said, glancing over his shoulder at you. His eyes landed on the barely visible bruise that was still on your cheek, Tara’s words clear as day in his mind. “What happened?” He asked, hand brushing his own jaw in the same place.

“Fell in the shower.”

“Least it ain’t those cats this time.” He replied.

“When did you get back?” You asked, following him down the aisle.

“Like ten minutes ago, however long I been in here.” He said, pausing to throw something in his cart, “why?”

You shrugged, “it was boring this weekend, I missed you.”

“Musta been real boring then.” He joked, turning his face away so you couldn’t see his cheeks going red. “Ya ain’t start any fights this weekend?”

“It wasn’t my fault,” you stressed. “Deanna called my mom though, told her she saw us driving in your truck.”

“Told ya that ya shouldn’t be hanging around me.” Daryl replied, leaning against the handle of the cart. He watched you look through jars of red gravy until you found the one you wanted, sticking it in the cart. “I ain’t buying your food,” he repeated.

“I’ll pay for it,” you insisted, gripping the other end of the cart and smiling at him. “So, how was hunting?”

“A’ight. Got a deer in the bed a my truck.”

You stuck your tongue out in disgust, “Glad my jeep’s fixed then.” You walked with Daryl through the rest of the store until he finally decided he was finished grocery shopping and turned his cart toward the check out, only one lane open this time of the night. When you tried to put the divider down between your order and his, Daryl put it back. “Thought you weren’t paying for me?”

“Ain’t a lot a stuff.” He shrugged, “bag it yerself though.”

“What a gentleman.” You laughed; scooting passed him so you could start bagging the groceries as the guy at the checkout put them through.

Tara had told you enough times already that you should invite Daryl to your birthday, or just tell him that you like him and want to date him. You’d thought about both options plenty, positive that they were the only things on your mind these days. But actually, mentioning those things to him were a whole other story.

“So, I turn 18 soon.” You mentioned as you walked out to your jeep with him. His truck was parked a few spaces down, blue tarp over the bed highlighted by a parking light. “Tara and Maggie are having a party for me.”

“Ys sure that’s a good idea?” He joked, putting your groceries in the back for you.

“Stop! No one’s ever gonna let me live that down.” You groaned.

“Ya gonna invite me to yer party then?”

You perked up a little, smiling, “well, yeah. And I was thinking too, you know, I’ll be 18.” You repeated at the end.

“I heard ya.”

“I’ll be legal.” You clarified, as if he couldn’t catch on without you spelling it out for him.

Daryl sighed, running a hand through his hair and looking at you a little more tired than before. “This ain’t a good idea, ya know,” he said, waving his hand between the two of you, “I ain’t got a lot going on right in my life. Ya shouldn’t be dragged into that.”

“I’m not being dragged into anything,” you replied, “I really like you, I think I’ve been pretty obvious about it and if not then I’m telling you now. I like you and I’ll be 18 and I think-”

He stopped you by holding his hand up, “it ain’t gonna happen.”

“Daryl-”

“I gotta get home,” he cut you off, stepping away from your car, “goodnight.”

“Yeah, goodnight.” You sighed, watching him walk away to his car.

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yiliy · 4 years ago

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Trying to figure out Thrawn's age

(It's a long post so if you just want my conclusions read the bullet points)

Timothy Zahn never gives us Thrawn's age specifically, and I think that's on purpose to leave himself enough wiggle room to insert another novel as necessary.

But there are some clues to make a rough guess.

We don't even know if Chiss mature the same as humans do but from the remarks in Chaos Rising it seems to me they do. If not exactly the same, then at least very close.

When Che'ri insist she's not a child

Thalias’s first reflex was to point out that ten years old was well within the definition of childhood.

That sounds very much the way humans would think about a 10-year-old.

When Vurawn is still in school, before he joins the military academy he is referred by Thurfian as a boy.

If the boy lived up to even half of his potential, he would be a worthy addition to the Mitth family.

Anything below 18 would be considered a boy.

When Thrawn is on his way to the Academy for the first time he meets 13-year-old Al’iastov. From her point of view

A full year ahead of the usual schedule, her life was over.

At age thirteen.

“Are you all right?”

Al’iastov stopped short, rubbing away the tears that had kept her from seeing the other person’s approach. A young man in a black uniform stood facing her a few steps away.

And then, to Al’iastov’s surprise, Thrawn got down on one knee in front of her, putting his face a little lower than hers. Grown-ups almost never did that.

She sees him as young, not a boy, but a grown-up. That could still be 18 from a perspective of a 13-year-old.

So it's possible it's not much different than for us, high school roughly from 14-18 depending on the country, and then higher education, in this case a military academy.

It's unlikely Mitth family would get Vurawn much before he would be able to attend an academy as they wanted their family in the newly formed Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet as soon as possible. He was probably close to graduating school.

How long does Chiss military academy take? At least 4 years:

In nearly four years at Taharim Academy, Senior Cadet Irizi’ar’alani had built up a spotless record.

Since Ziara is a senior cadet it seems she is close to graduating so the academy takes 4-5 years. More likely 4.

So rough guesses:

Student Vurawn was between 14 and 18 when Ba'kif spotted him and Thurfian recruited him as merit adoptive for the Mitth. Probably 17.

Cadet Thrawn was 18-19 when he met 13-year-old Al'iastov on his way to Taharim Academy on Naporar.

Ar'alani is 2-3 years older than Thrawn.

Senior Cadet Thrawn was around 22-23 when he graduated the Taharim Academy.

Those are clues from Memories chapters. As for the rest there's only one big clue:

It had been two decades since Thalias had had to even read a military timetable, let alone follow one.

I don't know if this is rounded number or if it has been exactly two decades, but she was 13 when she last flew a military ship so she's around 33 now. Thrawn is at least 5 years older than her so he's over 38.

Thalias is around 33 when she joins Springhawk as Che-ri's caretaker.

Che'ri is 9 and three quarters.

Senior Captain Thrawn is 38, or slightly older, when they join his Springhawk.

Che'ri is still not 10 when she and Thrawn fly off and meet General Anakin.

At the beginning of Thrawn: Alliances Padme asks Anakin tiredly if Clone Wars will ever end. Anakin muses that it has already taken longer than he expected. Clone Wars lasted 3 years and Anakin was 19-22 during. Episode II - Attack of the Clones takes place 22 BBY.

So when 9-year-old Che'ri and 38-year-old Thrawn meet Anakin he's 20-22.

Thrawn novel when Thrawn meets Eli Vanto officially is listed as taking place "between 13 and 11 BBY - 2 BBY."

Eli is close to graduating from Imperial Academy, so again, a rough guess is that he's about 22 and it seems to take 10 years after Thrawn met Anakin so Thrawn is around 50.

Thrawn: Treason takes place a few weeks following the events of Thrawn: Alliances.

"Exiled" Thrawn is around 50 when he meets 22-year-old Eli Vanto.

Grand Admiral Thrawn is around 60.

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There, I tried. If you spot any mistakes or have any more insight, please add it to the post.

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slimjim420 · 3 years ago

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More about Moss because I’m very bored

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PERSONAL INFO Name: Moss Nickname: Moe Age: 23??? Height: 5′8 Weight: 128 lbs Religion: Personal set of beleifs including Omnism Gender: Nonbinary Pronouns: They/Them Birthday: May 18 Star Sign: Taurus Hair Colour: White Eye Colour: Baby blue Skin Tone: Very pale DEMONS Demons Pacted with: - William - Mammon - Sylvia - Nita - Layla - Noah - Leviathan - Beelzebub - Indigo - Asmodeus - Rogan - Satan - Lucifer - Pidge - Lyle - Belphegor

Nicknames for the Boys Lucifer: Lucy Mammon: Mammie Leviathan: Pretty boy or Levs Satan: None Asmodeus: Azie or Love Beelzebub: Bubzie Belphegor: Belphs Diavolo: Dia Barbatos: Barbra Simeon: None Luke: None Solomon: None

PERSONALITY Background: They have a very long complicated past so if somebody wants me to share that I will. Why were they chosen for the program: Pure chance. Hobbies: Art, Singing, Tarot readings Likes: Art, Music, Sweet foods, Anime, Jars, Bells, Incense, Candles, Frogs, Pigs Dislikes: Loud noises, Crowded areas, Anything orange, Math

RELATIONSHIPS Biological Mother: Moss no longer talks to their bio mother after beeing emotionally abused as a child. Biological Father: Moss likes their bio father much more than their bio mother but they don’t talk to him either since he took their bio Mother’s side. Adoptive parents: Moss was taken in from a young age by a powerful witch Madame Luna and her wife Jackie. Moss adores the both of them and misses madame Luna a lot. Siblings: Lucy: Lucy is technically Moss’s dead sister in a way. They act like they hate eachother but they really care for eachother very much Lyle: Lyle is a demon that Madame Luna made a pact with and raised since he was young. Moss views Lyle as a smart older brother and Lyle views Moss as a crazy younger sibling. Pets: Sadie is Moss’s childhood friend who is also a shapeshifter and often takes the form of a dog so I suppose Sadie could be considered Moss’s pet. Sexuality: Pansexual Brother They Like the Most: Moss adores their boyfriend Asmodeus the most. (Much to Leviathan’s dissapointment) Why: Moss used to really struggle with thinking that they weren’t good enough for Asmo and he would leave them one day. Asmo helped them see how wonderful they truly are and they adore him for that.

GENERAL Favourite Food: Anything sweet Least Favourite: Anything spicy Favourite School Topic: Spells, Curses & Hexes, Potions, Devildom History Least Favourite: Sacrificial Teachings, Mathematics, Sports Introvert/Extrovert/Ambivert: Moss is normally a major introvert. It takes them a little while to actually open up to people. Favourite Movie Genre: Horror Least Favourite: Romance Favourite Animals: Frogs, Opossums, & Pigs Least Favourite: Tarsiers (Idk how anybody could like those awful things) Favourite Music Genre: They listen to a bunch of different types of music [the spotify playlist I made for them] Least Favourite: Country Do they Like Sweets: YES Do they Like Spicy Food: NO Do they Like School: No. Pet Peeves: When people chew with their mouth open, when people talk with their mouth full, people who interupt you when you’re speaking, people who speak over you

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victory-red · 4 years ago

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why tōya being the oldest todoroki sibling makes no (or very little) sense.

Warning: Manga spoilers. Long post ahead - big paragraphs, lots of reading, and at least one (1) rabbit trail.

So I know this is old news, but I’ve been meaning to make a post about it for a little while now. I know a lot of people already headcanoned that Tōya was the oldest Todoroki sibling even before it was officially confirmed, but it just never really made sense to me, particularly in regard to Enji’s timeline. And then, after Chapter 291 came out, it made even less sense.

(A couple of quick disclaimers, before I continue: I’m not trying to pass anything off as fact. My conclusions are simply opinions based on observations I’ve made. I’ll also note that there are definitely gaps in what information we do officially have, so there is still a chance that what seems to me like a fairly significant plothole will eventually be explained.)

I’ll start with Enji - more specifically, his current confirmed age in relation to Fuyumi’s, who is the oldest Todoroki sibling whose age we do officially know. As of the current manga arc, Enji is 46 years old, and Fuyumi is 23. Since Enji’s birthday is in early August and Fuyumi’s in early December, that means that Enji was a little over 23 years old when he and Rei had Fuyumi.

From what we know of Enji’s history and personality, that seems like a reasonable age for him to have started having kids. He said in Ch. 165 that he became Number Two at age 20, at which point he immediately realized that he wasn’t ever going to be able to surpass All Might on his own. He said that it was because of this realization that he passed the torch (no pun intended) to Shōto. But, Shōto wouldn’t be born until a decade later. So, it makes sense to me that this would be the point that Enji decided it would be best to instead try having a child that could surpass All Might. In other words, it makes sense that this would be the catalyst that led to Shōto’s birth.

The most recent information we got regarding Enji and Rei’s relationship in Ch. 291 seems to be just a bit conflicting with how Shōto had described things back in Ch. 31 - unlike Shōto’s account, Ch. 291 sort of implied that Enji did care for Rei to some capacity, at least early in their marriage. (How he’s been portrayed in flashbacks recently is actually very conflicting with flashbacks from earlier chapters, and even with his entire personality in earlier chapters. But I won’t get into that - we’ll just make the assumption that Shōto’s story was biased, because it probably was.)

Since he essentially bought Rei’s family off, it only makes sense that he would have to grow to care for her over a period of time - you know, maybe like a year or two. I’m not sure how long the entire Quirk Marriage process took, but factoring in the 9 or so months Rei had to carry Fuyumi before she was born, it makes sense that after Enji’s realization upon attaining the Number Two title, the entire process of creating the plan of having hyper-powerful children, finding a suitable partner, buying her family off, marrying her, and having their first child would take anywhere between two to three years. That would mean that he was 20 when the process started, 22 when Rei got pregnant, and 23 when Fuyumi was born. Boom.

(Frankly, even that timeframe seems a bit compressed to me, but since Enji’s and Fuyumi’s ages are both canonically set in stone, I have no choice but to work with it.)

Tōya canonically being older than Fuyumi begins to screw a lot with the timeline - especially taking into consideration what the implied age gap between them is. I unfortunately can’t find where (or if) this is explicitly stated in the manga, but the wiki says that most Quirks develop around the age of 4. Now, it’s entirely possible that Tōya was born with his Quirk, but given Rei’s constitution, I highly suspect that there would have been severe complications with both her pregnancy and Tōya’s birth. It also makes sense that if he had developed his Quirk at an exceptionally young age, there would have been some note made of it. But since neither of those things are mentioned to have happened, we’ll just assume he was between 3 and 4½ years old when his Quirk manifested.

I don’t know how long afterward it took for Enji and Rei to decide to have another baby, but I can’t imagine that the decision took any longer than several months. I’ll be conservative and say that they decided no longer than a few months after Tōya’s Quirk developed, because remember - Enji literally, canonically cannot be any older than 23 when Fuyumi was born. Jumping 9 months forward from that time, Tōya would most likely have been between 4 and 5 years old when Fuyumi was born.

Now I will note that in the top panel, Tōya looks to me to be between 4 and 6 years old, which was presented as being before Fuyumi’s birth. But in the lower one, where he’s crawling over to look at baby Fuyumi (or at least I think that’s what’s happening? It’s a bit dark to tell for certain), he looks a lot younger - in fact, he doesn’t even look to have the white streak in his hair yet. But given how it’s explained that Enji and Rei even came to the decision to have Fuyumi at all, it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense contextually. But, I’ll let it be and just assume that the manga didn’t present those panels chronologically. It could also be the zoomed-out view that makes Tōya seem smaller. Either way, I’m overanalyzing, and that’s sort of off-topic, anyway.

Okay, I think that’s all the setup I need to finally get to the meat of my argument, which I will start with this: If Tōya is anywhere between 4 and 5 years older than Fuyumi, that means that Enji was anywhere between 18 and 19 years old when Tōya was born.

In any other situation, that might make sense, but here’s the thing: it’s already been established, or at least very heavily implied, that Enji didn’t even consider the possibility of having children to surpass All Might until he attained his Number Two status, which as I’ve already mentioned happened when he was 20. Even if Tōya was only 3 years older than Fuyumi, which doesn’t make much sense because he would then have had to develop his Quirk at age 2 or younger, that still would mean that he was conceived before Enji even became Number Two.

If that doesn’t make sense to you, think of it this way: If Enji was between 18 and 20 years old when Tōya was born, that would mean that Tōya would have been conceived when Enji was 17 at the youngest - still a student, unless he graduated early. Regardless, that also implies he would have had to create his elaborate plan to beat All Might, as well as find and marry Rei, before he even graduated secondary school. Given what information we have from canon, that just does not make any semblance of sense.

As compelling that argument alone may or may not be, there are others to support it as well. Let’s consider what that implies for the age gaps between Tōya and the other Todoroki siblings. If he’s 3-5 years older than Fuyumi, that means he’s roughly 7-9 years older than Natsuo and 10-12 years older than Shōto. That would mean, if Shōto were between 5 and 6 years old in the following panels, Tōya would be anywhere between 15 and 18 years old. Fuyumi would be between 10 and 13, and Natsuo would be between 8 and 11.

While I understand that Tōya inherited Rei’s slight constitution, puberty usually begins for boys around 12 or 13 years old (although to my understanding it often starts later in Asian boys), so Tōya would likely have already begun to go through his growth spurt by this age. Even assuming that Natsuo had started going through his own growth spurt, Tōya still has 7-9 years on him - so the chances that Natsuo had this much height and mass on him are pretty slim. I might be able to buy Tōya being 15 years old in those panels, but I find even that a bit of a stretch.

And finally, let’s talk about how old Tōya was when he “died.”

Assuming that the second panel is the most recent (halfway decent) photo the Todorokis have of Tōya before his “death,” I’m inclined to agree with the people who have pointed out that his clothes resembled a junior high school uniform, similar to what Midoriya and Bakugō were seen wearing in the story’s earliest chapters and episodes. Junior high school in Japan is attended by students between the ages of 12 and 15, roughly - so it’s safe to assume that Tōya was no older than 15 years old when he “died.” However, I will note that given how Horikoshi draws most of the 15-year-old male characters in the story, he does look younger than that to me. I am keeping in mind that Tōya was mentioned to have had a slight build - even as Dabi, he still does - so there is the possibility that my conclusions there aren’t accurate.

If Tōya was 12 when he “died,” Shōto would probably not have any memories of him at all - at the time of his “death,” he would have been anywhere between 2 years old and a newborn. It’s implied in the manga and the anime that Tōya disappeared sometime after Rei burned Shōto’s face, which undoubtedly happened after Enji had begun to train him - so, likely well after he had turned 5. In the somewhat unlikely event that his face was burned while he was still 5 years old, Tōya would have been between 15 and 18 years old, as mentioned above. If it had happened when Shōto was 7, he would have been between 17 and 20, and so on. Going with the junior high school uniform theory, which honestly seems rather plausible, he essentially cannot have “died” after age 15 - so, more than likely, he would have been gone before Shōto even began his training. Obviously, this is disproven by the soccer panel in Ch. 39.

Honestly, I don’t know how else to say it - no matter how I angle it, it just does not make sense to me, canonically, that Tōya is the eldest Todoroki sibling. There’s a lot of information stacked up against it, and though I’ve mulled over it for a bit now, I can’t actually think of a scenario in which it actually is a logical conclusion.

TL;DR: Tōya being the oldest Todoroki doesn’t make sense in light of information we have regarding Enji’s timeline as well as previous images we’ve seen in the manga and anime.

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ericmicael · 4 years ago

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Crazy Theory of the Day: Frozen Timeline - New

This post is an update of an old post of mine, at that time I still didn't have access to "Frozen 2: Dangerous Secrets - The Story of Iduna and Agnarr". Now that I have the books in hand I am writing this one with the updated information.

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Why the name “Crazy Theory of the Day”: is it because I don't trust what I wrote? Why is it a big fanfic disguised as a theory? No. To explain the reason I will return to “Dangerous Secrets”, in the book Iduna calls the spirits of fire and wind by the names Bruni and Gale, this decades before Olaf names them. Does this mean that Olaf and Iduna have the same creativity for names? That the names of the spirits have always been these and that they spoke to Olaf? So do you mean that the full name of the fire salamander is Bruni Sally or Sally Bruni and Olaf only chose one of the two for the spirit? None of the alternatives, why Bruni and Gale have the same names decades before "Frozen 2" is called Disney, is it easier to identify and market with the same name instead of inventing another name or just calling them spirits. The reason I call this post “Crazy Theory of the Day” is that regardless of how much evidence I gather, how many odds I calculated at the end of the day, Disney can ignore everything in the franchise and give its own version of facts and this is going to be canonical. I think it is crazy to theorize and research about a product that has this risk. Remembering that "Frozen 2" itself is an example of this.

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SOURCES: Frozen 1, The Art of Frozen 1, Frozen Fever, Frozen 2: Forest of Shadows, Frozen 2, The Art of Frozen 2, Frozen 2: The Deluxe Junior Novelization e Frozen 2: Dangerous Secrets - The Story of Iduna and Agnarr.

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BM - before the mist

AM - after the mist

Central period of the franchise's chronology: the appearance of mist. It happens 34 years before "Frozen 2" then "34 a.m.".

The first "a.m." corresponds to the canonical period taking into account 34 years of life of the mist in F2, the second "a.m." corresponds to the period of time created in “Dangerous Secrets” that changes the age of the mist.

When there is only one "a.m." both media agree or there is no second opinion.

There are no two "a.m." in the events from "Frozen 1" because the book does not specify how much time has passed, so the book can continue with its time period and the next 3 "a.m." be:

· 29 a.m.

· 30 a.m.

· 32 a.m.

Or follow the number 34 and be equal to the canonical by changing the ages of Anna and Elsa adding 2 years for the women making them 20 and 23 respectively in F1, 21 and 24 in FF, 23 and 26 in F2.

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?? b.m. - Time that lived Aren

?? b.m. - Ice Age

?? b.m. - Runeard arrives in Arendelle

?? b.m. - Runeard marries Princess Rita who accepts the marriage out of obligation

14 b.m. - Birth of Agnarr

12 b.m. - Birth of Iduna

9 b.m. - Queen Rita leaves Arendelle

7 b.m. - Death of the parents and all of Iduna's relatives and destruction of their tribe. Year she moved to the Yelana tribe.

Year 0 - Mist creation

4 a.m. - Agnarr reads "The Little Mermaid"

?? a.m. - Wedding of Agnarr and Iduna - 5 a.m.

10 a.m. - Birth of Elsa - 8 a.m.

13 a.m. - Birth of Anna - 11 a.m.

18 a.m. - Accident with magic. Separation of Anna and Elsa - 16 a.m.

28 a.m. - Death of Agnarr and Iduna - 26 a.m.

31 a.m. - Frozen 1

32 a.m. - Frozen Fever

34 a.m. - Frozen 2

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EXACT YEAR THAT HAPPENS FROZEN

That is the million dollar question. So far there is no proof of the exact year that the films take place, but there are some clues to stipulate:

1. THE BOOK OF ART: in the art book of “Frozen 1” there is a page that says that the film was made to happen in the 1840s without specifying the year and it could be in any period between 1841 and 1850 or from 1840 and 1849/50 depending on your view of the debate of when a decade begins and ends.

2. FROZEN FEVER: in the short there is a moment where an animated map is shown, it is not a real map, it is just something that serves to show the trajectory of a snowball accidentally shot by Elsa de Arendelle to the South Islands crushing Hans against a lot of horse stools. On the map there are roman numbers that are translated 1840.

3. FROZEN 2 - THE MAP: in the Enchanted Forest the sisters Anna and Elsa find their parents' shipwreck and find the map they used to make the voyage 6 years before F2 and at the top of the map there are roman numbers that are translated are 1840.

4. FROZEN 2 - THE BOOK: the second film shows a flashback of when Agnarr and Iduna were young and he was reading a book and it was “The Little Mermaid”, that book was released in 1837. Agnarr was 18 at the time.

BONUS - ANOTHER ART BOOK: again cites the 1840s as something relevant besides including that the ship may have been built in the 1830s. I do not believe that the main ship of Arendelle that had the task of taking the King and Queen for the wedding of a princess (the ship was prepared for this and only on the voyage did they say the real route) was more than ten years old.

So there are all these possibilities about the year that Frozen happens that converge in just one statement the history of the franchise takes place in the 1840s. This without taking into account the change in the time of "Dangerous Secrets".

Recalling that I am not taking into consideration months although I thought about including it, but I thought it would overcomplicate the theories even more that it would not basically change any year.

I still think it's stupid to consider a map as a calendar, but here are the theories taking into account all topics:

· FROZEN FEVER: creation of the mist (1808), birth of Elsa and Anna (1818 - 1821), death of Agnarr and Iduna (1836), Frozen 1 (1839), Frozen Fever (1840) and Frozen 2 (1842).

· FROZEN 2 – MAP: creation of the mist (1812), birth of Elsa and Anna (1822 - 1825), death of Agnarr and Iduna (1840), Frozen 1 (1843), Frozen Fever (1844) and Frozen 2 (1846).

· FROZEN 2 – BOOK: creation of the mist (1833), birth of Elsa and Anna (1843 - 1846), death of Agnarr and Iduna (1861), Frozen 1 (1864), Frozen Fever (1865) and Frozen 2 (1867).

My theories that "Frozen 1" takes place in the exact year of the release of the Snow Queen. There are two topics because there is this doubt about the official launch of the story. The most correct is 1844, including the exact date of Elsa's birth in December, but in the "Frozen 1" art book, Disney uses the year 1845 as the book's release date.

· THE SNOW QUEEN 1844: creation of the mist (1813), birth of Elsa and Anna (1823 - 1826), death of Agnarr and Iduna (1841), Frozen 1 (1844), Frozen Fever (1845) and Frozen 2 (1847).

· THE SNOW QUEEN 1845: creation of the mist (1814), birth of Elsa and Anna (1824 - 1827), death of Agnarr and Iduna (1842), Frozen 1 (1845), Frozen Fever (1846) and Frozen 2 (1848).

As I do not believe that it is possible for Jennifer Lee to refer to the time that Elsa was born when she listed “Frozen 1” in the 1840s, as the art book puts 1845 as the “Snow Queen” release date, and as I said before map is not calendar in my opinion the most official chronological list of Frozen is:

???? – Time that lived Aren (there is no specific tip of the year that happens, but Kamilla Benko revealed in an interview that she was inspired by the Vikings Eric the Red and Leif Ericson who lived between the years 900 and 1000. Aren probably lived close to those decades)

???? – Ice Age

17?? - Runeard arrives in Arendelle

17?? - Runeard marries Princess Rita who accepts the marriage out of obligation

1800 - Birth of Agnarr

1802 - Birth of Iduna

1805 - Queen Rita leaves Arendelle

1807 - Death of the parents and all of Iduna's relatives and destruction of their tribe. Year she moved to the Yelana tribe.

1814 - Mist creation

1818 - Agnarr reads "The Little Mermaid"

1821 - Wedding of Agnarr and Iduna

1824 - Birth of Elsa

1827 - Birth of Anna

1832 - Accident with magic. Separation of Anna and Elsa

1842 - Death of Agnarr and Iduna

1845 - Frozen 1

1846 - Frozen Fever

1848 - Frozen 2

Anna and Elsa's age: there is a stupid doubt that I see some people having on this topic. If Elsa is 21 and Anna is 18 in "Frozen 1" which happens in the middle of the year, does that mean that Elsa is actually 4 years older than Anna and would be 22 at the end of that year? No, it is customary to say the age already taking into account the years that the person would complete that year when we refer to people from the past. Stupid doubt solved.

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I always found it interesting how Frozen likes number 3:

· 3 years pass from the birth of Elsa to the birth of Anna

· 3 years passes between the death of Iduna and Agnarr and the beginning of Frozen 1

· 3 years is the age difference between Kristoff and Anna

· 3 years go from Frozen 1 to Frozen 2

I was surprised when I found out that the age difference between Agnarr and Iduna is 2 years and not 3. How old is Honeymaren, will it be 22 or 26? I always saw her as older than Ryder and the boy younger than Kristoff.

#frozen #frozen fever #frozen 2 #artbook #forest of shadows #dangerous secrets #1840's #disney #the little mermaid #cronology

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automatismoateo · 4 years ago

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Why I left my religion and how it changed my life via /r/atheism

Submitted April 23, 2021 at 09:01AM by Iamnameless_ (Via reddit https://ift.tt/3gzpZxk) Why I left my religion and how it changed my life

I have tried for years to put what I went through into words or to make sense of it, but no matter how hard I try I can never paint a full picture of how awful It felt to be born a girl in a Muslim household.

This is for the many little girls out there who feel what I’ve felt. Who spend their nights crying and feeling lonely, scared and trapped. This is a success story and I hope that it will bring hope to you.

Before I begin, i would like to state that there is a difference between Islam and the culture around it. The problem isn’t Islam nor is it the religion itself. It is the toxic culture that has been built around it by muslims and the hidden truths that women are too scared to reveal.

I grew up in a Muslim household in a western country. My parents were extremely religious - to the point where it was extreme.

My father abused my mother my entire life and in return she took out it out on us. Now of course, not all Muslim men are abusive, although it is easy to get away with and not exactly frowned upon. My father was never involved in our lives, he didn’t know our birthdays or anything about us really. My mother had the obligation to take care of us, she would spend all day cooking and cleaning and dealing with the abuse. She became numb, empty and trapped. Consequently, she became even more religious, trying to convince herself that her sacrifices and her pains were going to be rewarded by god. She became so afraid of my father punishing her for our behaviour that she also became toxically controlling.

I could go on for days and write shocking and horrifying things, but I need to protect myself and I’m also not ready to reveal everything I went through because to be quite honest, I find it humiliating and it makes me cringe (even anonymously).

My parents always told us stories about how woman that didn’t obey the rules of Islam were killed. They would go in specific detail and give us examples and names. We grew up in fear and we were taught that girls basically had no rights, they had to do everything their parents said until they got married and then their husband would tell them what to do. My brother was free as bird. He could do anything he wanted.

My mother would make me clean the house and do the dishes while my brother just sat there playing video games. Whenever I would ask why I had to do it and not him, she would answer “because you’re a girl”. I must’ve heard that sentence a billion times and each time she repeated it, I hated her even more.

When I was about 6 years old, my mother came to pick me up from school and as we were leaving my biggest fear at the time occurred — a boy in my class said goodbye to me. My mother became furious. She told me that I was never allowed to be friends with boys and looked at me with such disgust as If I had done something awful. She told me that in our religion and culture, girls are not allowed to be friends with boys. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I developed terrible anxiety from that behaviour. Every time that my mother would pick me up from school, my palms would become sweaty, my heart would race and all I would feel is fear. It seems to ridiculous and almost funny to write, but at the time it was a genuinely scary thing.

When I was about 8, we went to a park with some family. I layed down in the grass and my mother came to me and grabbed me by the arm violently and told me that girls aren’t allowed to “lie down” infront of men (who I was related to). Again, it was confusing but she had this way of speaking to me and looking at me that made me fear her and do everything she said.

When I was 11, my breasts started to develop very rapidly. All of the sudden, I was becoming a woman. I was forbidden from wearing shirts that didn’t cover up my entire upper body. It felt unfair and wrong. I didn’t understand why my body (that I didn’t chose) was causing so much uproar. I wanted to play, to be free, to wear comfortable clothing. I didn’t even understand sex, I was a child, yet sex (or the fear of it) was the premise of my life. It was who I was, it was everything I did. My parents based my entire existence on sex.

We had a family friend who had a daughter my age. She was born with one of her Fallopian tubes twisted and as she got older the pain was so awful that she would scream in anguish. The girls mother refused the simple surgery that could stop her pain because the doctor had to enter through her vagina and cut her hymen to do the procedure. I overheard my mother saying that she shouldn’t get the surgery because what if one day she gets married and her husband doubts her virginity. It absolutely shattered my heart and changed my view on Islam forever.

Around that age, I got my first period. I was absolutely terrified to tell my mother about it. It was only after the second time that it happened that I had the guts to tell her. She was extremely uncomfortable and didn’t look at me. She didn’t explain what was happening and she made me feel dirty and disgusting. After that, things got worse and worse.

I went to high school and suddenly it all hit me in the face. I understood my entire life. I understood that I had been taught none sense and lies. I understood that I had been mentally abused. I understood that i was going nowhere with the life I had. I became angry, heavily depressed and suicidal.

I wasn’t allowed to have a social life and I wasn’t allowed to wear tight or “revealing” clothes. I had to be home after school on the dot. Literally, my mom would wait at the door for me and if I was even a minute late she would scream at me as I walked in. Like genuinely yell at me for being 5 minutes late and accuse me of being with boys and doing bad things and lying. It was traumatizing, since I was always telling the truth (at least then). Every single day, I would hop off the bus and run home. And then I would fight with my mother over non existant boys and cry all night long- and repeat. This went on pretty much my entire adolescence and I lost my fucking mind. I can’t even begin to explain the pain. I just didn’t want to live. School kept me going, I had good grades, greats friends and I just loved it. But I had an awful secret and I never said a word about it. Every night I would get on my knees and pray to a god that I didn’t believe in and that I hated, that I would die. I just couldn’t imagine getting out of my situation.

I looked up things online a couple of times, wondering if I was the only one going through this and I was shocked to see that it was common. When I was 16, I tried to kill myself. I woke up one morning and I felt absolutely nothing it was like I was already dead. I couldn’t handle it anymore, I was alone. Nobody could see, nobody could tell and this was my life forever. I ended up at the hospital and lived but I couldn’t care less. I told the nurses that I didn’t want to see my family and I was taken to a psych ward where I stayed for a few days. I felt peace for the first time in my life. I was all alone but I was free (ironically I was locked up in a hospital room). When they asked me why I did it I couldn’t get the words out so I was very vague. My mother and brother came to visit me and although they were crying, the first thing she said to me was “how could you do this to us and to your father” and that this was haram and that I needed to pray to god and everything would be ok. I tried telling her that I couldn’t live like this anymore but I was too afraid to say that I fucking hated god and that I felt more oppressed than a dog. So when the doctors asked me if I felt better and if I wanted to leave I said yes and I guess they just assumed I was a stupid teenage girl. I went back home and things were a little different for a few days but then and it got bad again.

That’s when my entire life changed. I tried dying and it didn’t work. So now I had nothing to lose, it was either die or die trying. I became rebellious, started talking back, starting talking to boys, starting hanging out with friends after school and lying about it and wearing clothes and changing them after leaving the house. I realized that whether I did or I didn’t, I was going to get yelled at and since I was a “girl” I couldn’t be trusted, so I decided to make it worth something. I wasn’t scared of my parents anymore because I realized that they were just people- like me. And that they were sad and miserable so I made it my goal to not end up like that. I decided I was going to leave home at 18.

After my suicide attempt, I had to see a social worker once a week. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. I never told her what was going on at home specifically because I was embarrassed, scared and in-denial. But I opened up to her in small ways and spoke about the way my mother treated me in general and it opened up my eyes little by little. I realized that I was never the problem. I realized that I was a child. I realized that parents can be bad and wrong. I realized that my home life was abnormal and toxic. I realized that my mother was a victim, that she was an abused woman trying to cope by “protecting” her children and feeling important. I realized that my father was weak. That he was a coward all along and that he needed to feel strong by asserting his dominance. But most importantly, I realized that I was so much more than I was taught I was - I was smart, I was strong and I was a person not just an object for men’s pleasure.

At 18, my mother began to suspect my secret life. She came into my room and told me that girls who do bad things in Islam get killed. And for the first time, I wasn’t scared. I could see how weak she felt and how scared she was. And so one day I went to school, I took the bus back home and a few stops before my house, I thought to myself “oh wow I can’t do it anymore”. So I got off and I went to a friends house and I didn’t go home that night. My parents called, texted, found me on all social media, contacted my friends, sent out threatening texts... A part of me was absolutely terrified that they would find me and do something bad. But the other part of me couldn’t get enough of the freedom and the air. I went to school the next day and told a counsellor and the police everything. I didn’t want to get my parents in trouble, in fact I felt really terrible and selfish. I told the cops that I didn’t get any real threats and that I didn’t want to file a report or anything, but that I just wanted this on record in case anything ever happened to me.

At first, they would send me abusive terrible texts everyday. About how I’m terrible, disgusting, selfish, that god hates me, that I will burn in hell, that I’ve ruined their lives and their honour. And then afterwards they would beg me to come home and tell me they love me. But then they would text me that I’m weak, that I couldn’t handle gods words, that I was a sinner. And then that they loved me and just wanted me back and that we could go back to normal. And then again, I’m ungrateful, I’m dumb, i gave into tentations, I’m a whore.

I didn’t see my parents for a year. They contacted me non stop, begging me to come visit so that the rest of our family wouldn’t notice I left home. They stopped inviting people over so that they wouldn’t ask questions. They told me that if I’m seen with a boy or wearing revealing clothes their lives would be over and they begged me to not do so for them.

I spent the entire year healing my wounds, my trauma and working on myself. I moved into a studio apartment and worked part time while being a full time student. I got a student loan that allowed me to live, i didn’t have much but I had never ever in my entire life felt so happy. I felt like I was on top of the world, I could do anything and be anything. (I had an incredible support system during this period and I was followed by a specialist. I got help and opened up to people. It was difficult, a process and alot of hard work. Without all that I don’t think this would’ve been a success story).

At 19, I met my parents in a cafe out of guilt. I felt sorry for them but I just didn’t feel love. They told me that they accept who I am but the only thing they ask is that I come back into their lives and that I hide this part of my life to the family and friends and that I visit every now and then so that nobody suspects anything. Obviously, growing up in the culture I knew how bad things would be for them and I understood. I saw them a couple of times here and then but I never felt like myself when I was there. I guess I did it for them and because I just felt awful that I had to ruin their lives to make mine better. But as I said, it was death or this. It just was never who I was meant to be.

Today I am happy and so grateful for everything I have and everything I went through. I would never ever change my past or my childhood because it made me into somebody I love and it took a long time to get here. I learned that pain can be worth something and it can be beautiful once it’s overcome. More importantly, I learned that as a girl I am strong and resilient. That I can handle so much more than I thought and that I can achieve anything or even more than what a man can.

I’m fortunate, privileged and lucky. My story could’ve taken several tragic turns. Im lucky that I live in a western country, that I have this possibility of freedom. I’m lucky to be educated and surrounded by wonderful people.

My story isn’t meant to anger people of Muslim faith. In fact, I hope that my story and the many many others that I know are out there will open up a discussion in the Muslim community. Instead of shaming and using scare tactics to control our daughters, we should be teaching them with love, trust and truth. I wouldn’t have left Islam if my parents taught me religion instead of toxic culture. But more importantly, I hope that this might show some girl out there that she definitely isn’t alone and that she’ll make it through.

I know it can be difficult for non-Muslim people to understand how all this is possible or to understand the gravity of it, how common it is and how painful it is. But just imagine all your rights being stripped away from you because you were born a girl. Kind of like being in quarantine for 18 years! It’s funny, I hear all my friends complain about quarantine and not being able to go out or be free and I just laugh to myself and think Imagine that, plus the mental abuse, plus the oppression—because that’s how it felt. Every single day.

How is it acceptable for my father to abuse my mother but not for me to wear a tank top?

How is it okay for my brother to drop out of college but I’m not allowed to stay at the library past a certain hour?

Why is my 40 years old uncle engaged to a 17 year old girl, but I can’t date a man that I meet who loves me and treats me with respect?

Why does a 10 year old boy have more rights than a 30 year old mother?

#reddit

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mikes-on-prometheus · 4 years ago

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Found Family - Ch 1: Arrival

This started with a simple little prompt by @lizluvscupcakes, then we started talking and suddenly this was a whole, established AU? IDK??

Premise: Virgil’s homelife isn’t the best. The day after he turns 15 he packs his bags and runs away to live with the only family who actually cares; his older brother Roman who lives with his best friends Patton and Logan. Virgil is quickly pulled into their little family. He’s never been happier.

Warnings: abuse mention, Virgil is sad and in a bad place but it gets better, running awa, mentioned abuse

Relationships: brotherly Prinxiety, platonic LAMP

Wordcount: about 2k

Masterpost

Ao3

[You’re here!] Chapter two Chapter three Chapter four Chapter five Chapter six

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It was dark and cold and wet and Virgil shivered, cursing his parents for birthing him in the middle of december.

It was the 20th of december, barely a day after his fifteenth birthday and he just could not stand it anymore. He had to get out of his parents’ house, had to get away.

So he’d packed a suitcase. Stuffing it to the brim with his things, as much as he could take, packed up his school supplies and books, took all the money he’d managed to save up over the last few years and left. He had only taken the key to his locker at school and left behind the one to the house.

That had been a couple of hours ago. He didn’t want to spend any money so he’d decided to walk to the other end of town but about halfway there it had begun to rain. Just a drizzle at first, it quickly turned into a right downpour and he regretted everything.

Regret quickly morphed into relief when his destination finally came into view. A house, two stories high with a small front lawn and neatly painted fence with a small lamp illuminating the doorway and the house number 23.

He hurried, almost running with how much energy this hope gave him. The lights were on, meaning someone had to be home, maybe even the person he’d come to see and ask for help.

When he knocked, his hope was dampened a little. The man who opened the door was too short to be Roman. He also, unlike Roman, wore big, round glasses.

“Uh- hello?” the man said, looking at him with a bit of confusion.

“Hi. Is- is Roman home?”

“No, sorry. He should be home soon though, if you wanna wait?”

“How soon?”

“Oh about 20 minutes I think. Why don’t you come on in and wait for him, huh? You’re soaked.”

Virgil gave the man a wary glare before an ice cold raindrop found its way under his hoodie and down his back. “Okay. Thanks.”

The man smiled and stepped aside to let him in.

He entered the house, stopping on the doormat to avoid dripping all over the hardwood floor.

“I’m Patton Foster, nice to meet you. Let me get you some towels.”

“Virgil. And thanks.”

“Virgil? Roman’s brother Virgil?”

Virgil looked up at him and nodded.

“Okay. Do you want me to call Ro so he knows you’re here and hurries home?”

“No, thank you. You said he’s gonna be home soon anyways right?”

“Yeah, he got off work a bit ago. You just wait here for a second while I get you some towels and maybe a change of clothes?”

He sniffled a little and nodded.

Patton smiled and went upstairs to the bathroom to grab towels and entered Roman’s room to pilfer a pair of sweatpants and one of Roman’s hoodies.

“Here, kiddo. The bathroom’s down this hall to the left, you can just leave your clothes in the sink and I’ll throw them in the wash and dry them.”

Virgil hesitantly grabbed the bundle of cloth Patton handed him and scurried off to the bathroom.

Five minutes later he was bundled up in a blanket, curled up on one end of the couch while Patton was in the kitchen, making tea to warm the shivering teen up.

There was an uncomfortable, heavy silence between them. Patton didn’t want to push and Virgil didn’t want to bother the man.

They only spoke when Virgil thanked Patton for the tea and Patton assured him that it was no trouble at all. And that was how they sat for a quarter hour until the door opened and shut a few moments after. There was shuffling in the hallway as Roman assumedly took off his shoes.

“Pattycake! I’m home!”

“Welcome home! We’ve got a visitor!”

There was a short pause before Roman’s footsteps grew closer.

“Who?” he asked but judging from the noise he was making he was already just about to enter the living room and Patton didn’t bother answering him.

Roman entered the living room and stopped short. Virgil peeked up at him and shuffled under his blanket burrito until he could wave at him.

“Hi Roro.”

“Virgil?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you doing here? Why are you here?”

He shrunk in on himself, pulling the blanket closer.

“I- uh. I can leave if you want me to, I’m sorry.”

“No, no no no, that’s not it, Vee! I’m just surprised, is all.”

“Oh. Okay. I ran away.”

“You ran away? What happened?”

“I’ll give you three guesses.”

Roman sighed, seemingly deflating as he crossed the room to kneel down in front of his little brother. Was it just him or was he still the same height as half a year ago?

“What are you gonna do now? Where are you gonna go?”

Virgil looked down at his lap and shrugged.

“Dunno. I’d hoped to stay with you for a bit, I can pay rent, I’ve got a job! And I’ll do the chores!”

“No, Vee, it’s okay. You don’t have to pay rent. Of course you can stay! You know I’ll always help you. You’ll have to stay in my room but we’ll figure it out, I promise.”

He sniffled and raised his hands towards Roman in a familiar show of grabby hands and Roman smiled as he wrapped his arms around him.

“It’s okay that I’m letting Virgil stay, right?” Roman asked belatedly, looking at Patton.

“Well you still have to ask Logan, kiddo. But I don’t mind. You’re brothers, it’s natural for you to want to help him.”

“Thanks Pat.”

As they waited for Logan to get home Virgil wormed his way into Roman’s lap, snuggling down into his chest. Roman honestly wasn’t surprised by this, Virgil was pretty much always touch starved when they saw each other which, unfortunately, wasn’t as often as Roman wanted since Virgil was kept on a very short leash by their mother and brother Remus.

They pretty much only got to see each other when Virgil was out with their father which became less and less frequent over time.

Roman's biggest regret in life was not being able to take his brother along when he'd moved out at age 18 but Virgil had only been nine then, there had been no way for Roman to take him without endangering both of them.

But now he was here, safe in his arms, small as ever and Roman vowed to himself that he would never let anything happen to Virgil again.

Virgil went rigid when the door opened once again and Roman's arms instinctually tightened around him, pulling him impossibly closer as he heard Logan come home.

"Hello Patton, Roman, I'm home." he greeted his roommates, stopping short when he noticed the vaguely human shaped lump of blankets in Roman's lap.

"This is Virgil. My brother. He's staying with us now." Roman introduced the lump which shifted until a face peeked out at him. Virgil waved.

"Ah. I see. Hello Virgil, it's a pleasure to meet you. Roman has told us about you."

"Hi" Virgil said before returning to his previous position.

“I will get changed now but I propose we talk about this to make sure we are all on the same page with Virgil moving in with us.” Logan declared after another beat of silence. He didn’t wait for any of his roommates to answer him before he trudged up the stairs towards his room.

A while later he returned in more casual clothes and settled down on the couch.

“Alright. Roman, you have told us a few things about Virgil, including that he just turned 15. How are we going to support a 15 year old living with us? Are we financially stable to pay for his wants and needs? What happens when your parents come looking for him? How is he to get to school from here? We’re outside of the school district your parents’ house is in.”

“Uhm… I can pay for stuff, I’ve got a job and I can get to school by bus, work as well.” Virgil chimed in, already having thought about those points at length. “And- uh. The only person who would care if I suddenly went missing is Ro. And maybe Dad but he’s not been well so nobody’s gonna come looking for me.”

Logan seemed a little uncomfortable at the thought of the boy not being missed by anyone but his older brother. Patton looked equally disturbed and sad about the admission.

“That may be as it is but we should still get a lawyer to advise us on this in the off chance someone does come looking for you. There is no chance a court would let us keep you should we be caught technically having kidnapped you since that is how cases like this often end up going.”

“O-Okay. But lawyers are expensive aren’t they? I don’t know if I have enough money for that.”

“No, none of that. I did say we for a reason. You are a minor and we know about Roman’s complicated relationship with his family and from what he has told us, your relationship with them is even more complicated. We will help you. Don’t worry. Money is not an issue here.”

Patton smiled, reaching out to lay a hand on what he assumed to be Virgil’s shoulder. “He’s right, kiddo. We’re lucky enough to all have jobs that pay well enough to let us put some aside for savings. Having you won’t make a big change. We’ll be okay.”

Virgil just blinked up at him for a moment, eyes impossibly large and looking a little wet and glassy. “Thanks.” he managed to choke out without letting his tears spill over. Then he took in a large breath and buried his face back in Roman’s shoulder where it was warm and soft and comfortable and familiar and he didn’t need to keep looking at these strangers who were willing to help him and spend money on him just because they were friends with his brother.

These people were grown ass men and way too kind for their own good and Virgil promised to protect them with all he had.

But first, he was going to keep hiding his face in his brother’s shoulder and maybe take a little nap. As a treat. Not even Logan and Patton’s chatter bothered him as he fell asleep.

Roman kept himself out of the conversation as he felt Virgil gradually relax against him, wanting to let him sleep. The kid just seemed so tired and whatever had prompted him to run away had probably drained him even more.

“I’ll bring him up to bed, guys.” he whispered once he was sure Virgil was asleep. He somehow managed to get up without dropping his precious cargo, graciously accepting Patton’s offer in opening the door and pulling back his covers so he could tuck Virgil in.

Once Virgil was tucked in properly and Patton had left Roman sat down on the edge of the bed, watching over Virgil for a bit. He was tiny, always having been small for his age but the way he’d immediately curled up under the blankets made him look even smaller, younger and more vulnerable. Roman could barely convince himself to leave the room to rejoin the others in the living room. After a few minutes he got up, leaned over to press a kiss to Virgil’s forehead and left after tucking the blanket closer around him.

When Roman went to bed a few hours later, Virgil was still asleep, pressed against the wall, unconsciously leaving room for Roman to slip in under the covers with him.

Roman had just settled down somewhat when Virgil stirred. He froze, afraid of waking the teen but his worry was unnecessary since all Virgil did was curl up to him and place his head on Roman’s shoulder.

With his little brother’s warm weight at his side, Roman fell asleep faster and easier than he had in months.

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