#be the change you want to see in the world etc etc

[gildedwildwood]

I read through some of the articles and I actually find this momentously relieving.

My first thought when the election results came out was “… wow… that’s a lot of people who buy into this. Who want me dead. Who want my friends dead. Etc etc etc.”

But it’s nice to have a reminder that most of them are just… human people who have been duped one way or another into thinking that this man is going to save them.

It’s nice to see that for so many of the people who wrote articles, the thing that snapped them out of it was that the MAGA stuff bumped up against their love for family members or friends who would be affected.

I’m gonna let this give me some hope that more people will take a look around themselves and go “oh shit” and back out.

The people we surround ourselves with and the information we consume can really change our perspective on the world. A lot of these people were vulnerable and got pulled into a sphere that told them to look at the world one way.

It gives me hope that some people can find their way out of it. It means other people can too. It means that a lot of people aren’t actually full of hatred- they’re just caught up in the flow of it.

Which sucks. But… small light in the dark. A bit of hope for humanity in a time where I’m desperately clinging to anything I can.

I wish these people a fruitful life of unlearning and educating themselves and others. I hope they pull more people out of the darkness.

It won’t solve everything but… every little bit helps, and I dunno about you but I’d rather have more people who “used to be pro-maga” than people who are “actively pro-maga”. Can’t change the past but can improve for the future and all that jazz.

This is an interesting thing. Looks like testimonies of people who left the MAGA movement- how they got into it and why.

Leaving a cult is really hard, so I really respect the people who are speaking from this place.

[uuchii]

"In a world filled with men, he's a gentleman." ♡ - headcannons

Pairings: bf! Choi seung-hyun x reader

Warnings: none just fluff, hehe

︴note: hi <3, this is my first fic on this acc! I'm excited to post here on tumblr, I got inspired by so many writers out there! My writting might be a bit off, so please bear with me 😓 ,, anyway I hope you enjoy ♡.

Choi seung-hyun never was interested on dating or be in a relationship, he felt like it wasn't the right time to be one, considering his heavy schedules. But all that changes once he met you.

He instantly fell inlove once you two made eye contact. And after that he just couldn't help but think about you.

And of course you two ended up together.

- he probably did the first move! He might've asked you out but gosh he was nervous. He made sure on your first date he was being a gentleman. Like holding your hands, opening the door for you, paying everything, he made sure if your enjoying it so far. He would constantly check up on you, making sure your okay or feel comfortable. He wants to see you smile throughout the day. He would pull small jokes here and there, asking how's your day, he would talk about how passionate he was for music and art, and he would listen to your chat. He wouldn't get tire of listening to your voice at all. honestly he just wanted it to be perfect for you.

- your his passenger princess! Whenever your on a car with him, he would always put a hand on your thigh, would constantly rub his thumb against your skin in circles, caressing your thigh gently, as he talks to you AUGHH. He would glance at you every now and then, soft music fills the silence on the car as he drives.

- every night is always a cuddle session with him. Bed? Yes. couch? Absolutely! He likes being close to you, his hands wrapping around your waist, as he peppers your neck small pecks and kisses while he whispers sweet nothings to your ear. "I missed you today, jagi. Can we stay like this?" Honestly he would pull you back whenever you try to stand up.

- you always cook for him, breakfast, lunch and dinner. And he would always appreciate every bite because you made it. Every mornings, he would walk up behind you will you cook, wrapping his hand around your waist, as he watches you cook. "It smells good, can I help you with anything?" You would tell him to set up the table and he would. He would also make coffee for the both of you.

Everytime he has to go away for practice, recording, photoshoots, filming or whatnot. You would always pack him lunch, and he loves it when you do. He felt appreciated whenever you do, and it always makes his day, especially when you leave small notes. He always knows that how much you spend time making this just for him, and he is grateful about it.

On dinner, after you two eat, he would help you clean the table off and clean the dishes, it's a way of showing appreciation for the food your making hehe. Knowing he can't cook, he'd help you out instead.

- If you ask him to teach you how to paint, he would definitely, he feels giddy knowing you want to know about his intrests. Brings you to his studio, shows you how and tell you tips and tricks, like how to blend the colors, how to mix them and etc. He's always there. And whenever you show your paintings and your works to him, he couldn't help but feel proud. Even though if it looks bad or good, he would praise you about it. "Aein, this looks amazing, you learned so fast."

- this man brings you to his studio and would make you listen to his unreleased songs. He would ask if they sound okay, he just wants to know your opinions... that's all.. "Hey, jagi. Listen to this for me." "What do you think?" "It sounds okay." "Just okay? Are you sure?" "Yes baby, why?" "Alright I'm gonna do some changes wait-"

- whenever you feel down, he's always right there with you. He would ask if your doing alright, following you around the house like a puppy, he just wanted to make sure. "Hey baby, is everything okay? You look upset.." he would try his best to cheer you up, giving you cuddles, hugs, small kisses here and there.

[enhani-ki]

idk if you're open to it but i feel like you'd give a good representation of writing ni-ki anyway! can you make a story of him falling in love with a male reader? like its just hits him out of the blue and baam ... he likes *a* guy .. crazy stuff!

love all your works to the fullest!! 💕

double take - male!reader x ni-ki

warnings: a little suggestive, cursing, etc.

the sun was just starting to set. it casted long shadows over your small town as you made your way towards the gathering at ni-ki's house.

his dad had invited your family over, just like old times. the whole neighborhood was going wild because after all, it wasn't every day that nishimura riki, the kid who used to play hide and seek with you, racing you to the vending machine, and played video games with you until your thumbs ached, just came back after years of living in Korea.

you had heard bits and pieces about his life through your parents, but you never really reached out.

what would you even say? "bro, remember when we used to dance together?" you doubted he had time for nostalgia, not when he had debuted as an idol, traveling the world, and living the dream he always wanted.

still, his dad's invitation left you no choice. and part of you was a little bit… curious.

he was taller, way waaay taller. you knew you had grown too, but next to him? you weren't sure if it was enough to count.

his once soft cute features had sharpened. he's got more defined jawline now and his nose got even more pointy, and despite everything, he still looked easygoing, laughing shyly as family friends and neighbors showered him with compliments.

does he even recognize you?

his eyes met yours and you looked away, not really sure why.

"hey, y/n!" he called out with his now deep voice, lifting his hand to dap you up just like old times.

ni-ki clasped your hand and pulled you into a firm hug. and he's so strong now too.

"hey," laughed awkwardly. "i guess you're ni-ki now?"

"you know i'm just riki." he smiled, scratching the back of his neck again.

you felt a little relieved, maybe he hadn't changed too much.

the two of you stepped aside and started catching up. a little strange at first but the conversation picked up quickly as you both tried to bring up old memories and filling all the years you had missed.

and at some point, he sighed resting his head on your shoulder without warning.

"i'm so tired from the flight," he murmured.

your body tensed.

you felt relieved again knowing he's still comfortable with you but you also felt nervous

because he probably didn't notice… but you like guys now.

i mean, you always did.

and to ni-ki's defense, he was just always like this too, he became comfortable with physical touch especially with guys after years of being surrounded by his group members.

the next day, you were walking through the neighborhood talking about some dumb story from middle school when, out of nowhere, his arm draped over your shoulders.

ni-ki was smiling, listening to you while looking ahead. "man, i miss this place," he said, completely oblivious to how stiff you had just gone.

"y-yeah," you replied, forcing yourself to act normal.

and it made sense that he wouldn't think twice about casually leaning on you or wrapping his arms around your shoulders,

or pulling you close during a game.

"let's see how good you are." ni-ki said, dribbling the ball between his legs, smirking smugly before passing you the ball, like he know he's about to win.

he was on you again, guarding so close. his body pressed against yours, chest to back, arms spreading wide as he tried to block your movements that you could feel the heat radiating off of him, the way his breath came fast and uneven... just like yours.

and your heart was already racing from running around, now it feels like it's going to burst out for a completely different reason.

it's okay, focus. just play.

you tried to step back but ni-ki was right there and he was just so fucking big. his hands kept trying to swipe at the ball.

you moved fast because you were too distracted, and-

foul.

you had practically shoved into him, and he stumbled slightly, blinking at you in surprise.

"whew," ni-ki said and laughed, still panting. "you play dirty like that?"

"sh-shut up," you muttered, reaching for the ball again to distract yourself.

and then in a desperate attempt to shake off whatever this was, you threw it at the hoop with way too much force that the ball smacked against backboard so hard it ricocheted off and bounced into the grass.

"…bro."

"i'm sorry! you're just... too close."

he walked towards you and patted your head. "my bad, sorry."

later, you had just stepped out of the shower. the steam were still clinging to your skin as you ran a towel through your damp hair. the only thing covering you was the towel wrapped loosely around your waist, while water droplets sliding down your chest.

you weren't expecting company.

which is why you froze the moment you saw ni-ki in on your bed, strumming nonsense on your guitar.

both of you just stared at each other with wide eyes. the silence was probably thick enough to choke on.

and ni-ki? he should've been used to this, right? because after all he lives with six guys, sharing dorms, and seeing shirtless bodies all the time.

this shouldn't feel different.

his eyes flicked down just a quick second before he turning his head to the side.

you gripped your towel tighter, "what the hell are you doing in my room?"

"i-" he swallowed, still refusing to look at you. "i was waiting for you."

"In my bed?"

ni-ki groaned, rolling onto his stomach, wishing he could just disappear into the mattress. "we were supposed to go spy on the date, remember?"

his sister's going on a date tonight and he convinced you to go with him because he needs "something" he could find so he can use it against her later.

such a little brother.

but yeah, you did agree to that.

you sighed, running a hand through your damp hair. "you could've knocked."

"i thought you were done..."

your fingers curled around the edge of your towel with your heart still beating a little too fast.

and ni-ki, while still half-buried in your bed, exhaled a breath and peeked at you from the corner of his eye then quickly, he shut his eyes and groaned into your pillow.

"put some clothes on."

"yea- yeah," you muttered, already turning away. "good idea."

"…you're killing me here."

it was late, way past midnight, and he was lying on your bedroom floor, staring at the ceiling.

you were on your bed, already half-asleep, but still mumbling about how he could've just gone home instead of insisting on staying over.

he said it was easier this way, he said he didn't feel like walking.

but he just doesn't want to leave.

you rolled onto your side, your arm dangled off the bed, and your hand peeked over the edge, right in front of his eyes.

he swallowed before reaching out. he let his fingertips ghost over the back of your hand, touching and tracing the lines of your skin.

then your hand twitched.

and ni-ki can't help but intertwine his fingers with yours.

you stirred awake, mumbling groggily. "that's not a ghost, right?"

ni-ki let out a breathy chuckle. "it's me, dumbass."

your heart ached at his touch, biting your lip as you curled your fingers tighter around his.

"...come up here."

next day, you stood next to him. ni-ki didn't know but he was staring, reaally staring because he was.

your head barely reached his shoulder as you walk together, he also had to slow his steps just so you wouldn't fall behind. and when you stretched to reach something high, it was instinct for him to reach over and grab it for you.

it made him smile.

he didn't even realize he was smiling until you turned to him, brow raised.

"what?" you asked, giving him a weird look.

"no- nothing."

and you weren't convinced. "no, seriously, why are you looking at me like that?"

he shrugged, tilting his head slightly. "just… you're kinda small, huh?"

you blinked at him. "no, i'm not?"

ni-ki chuckled before leaning close to your face, "yeah, i bet you are."

he said it like he was challenging you or something.

your jaw dropped, stopping in your tracks as he continued walking. "what the hell?"

you glared at his back before quickly catching up, grabbing his arm and pulling it over your shoulders, forcing him closer.

ni-ki stiffened for a second. his heart were stuttering, but he gave in easily too, pressing a quick kiss to your head, before resting his head on top of yours.

"don't react."

a/n: thank you so much for showing love! it keeps me going.

also this is my first time writing ni-ki and male!reader pairing, so glad this was requested! ><

i know i should've leaned more towards him falling for the reader but i also feel like it wouldn't really be a big surprise to him because it's you/him, the reader.

i actually wanted to make them strangers instead of already knowing each other then i also saw a video (the video attached below) where ni-ki was singing the song double take by dhruv during live and omg i just got so inspired by it lol!

hope you like it! <3

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taglist 𖤘: @dolliewon @ziiao

[1111wishesxx]

“Belive you deserve it and the universe will serve it”

Hi angels. If you’re reading this right now then you’re probably feeling lost or stuck somewhere in your manifesting/shifting process. That’s okay!! That’s why I’m here. To set you straight and help you get your dream reality you deserve. If you have seen my posts I’m sure you’ve read on my blog before that believing in yourself is crucial to shifting- but what do you do when you don’t feel confident? Before I write anything else I want to say that it’s totally okay and normal to not believe in yourself. It’s okay, you’re human. It happens. (Also, don’t forget that you can still manifest anything even without full self confidence.)

Okay now it’s time for a refresh on the facts of loa: your subconscious/inner world creates your reality/outer world. So if your thoughts are majorly negative and based on doubts (about manifestations, your abilities, the fear that you’re doing something wrong, etc.) your subconscious will make it a reality. Basically this means if you tell yourself it’s super hard to shift then it will be. Instead tell yourself it’s easy to get what you want and manifesting/shifting is effortless. Another example of this is if you continually affirm that you are a billionaire, your subconscious will hear it and eventually it has to conform into your physical reality. Remember that your subconscious is always listening. Whatever you tell yourself/think consciously forms your subconscious.

So what do you do when it feels impossible? My advice is to remind yourself who is the creator of your reality. It’s YOU! Remember manifesting is supposed to be fun. Don’t be hard on yourself. If you catch yourself slipping into doubt just remind yourself that you’re on the right track. Try to affirm when you feel doubt. I say “everything is falling into place perfectly.” and keep in mind that your manifestations are always “working” even if you don’t see it yet. If you belive you have it in your inner world. Another thing you can do is script that you have the confidence and the abilities.

The bottom line is don’t be so hard on yourself. Instead be kind to yourself and patiently trust that everything you want will materialize

Another tip is to change your mindset on your desires. You don’t want your desires; your desires want you. Take everything you want off that pedestal and put yourself on there. YOU are the prize and you deserve all of your desires. You can get whatever you want. Belive you deserve it and the universe will serve it.

Glossary:

4d/inner world/dr: these are all terms for your subconscious mind, your thoughts and desires. Your true reality where you have everything you’ve scripted.

3d/outer world: your physical reality

*this isn’t a term but I want to say that shifting and manifesting are the same thing they are inner changeable*

[captain-kit-adventuress]

No, mutual aid and general strikes are not the only shot left at staving those things off, but I don't have the bandwidth right now to spell out why.

We need an entire roster of solutions, of which mutual aid and general strikes can be a valuable part, because this is a multi-faceted problem, and honestly, if you're going to talk about leftist solutions to avoid violence, this is stuff you should know and already be involved with, or should at least be curious about researching in greater detail.

We are definitely not at the point yet where we need to be having the conversation about "it's this or violence!" I'm going to give the benefit of the doubt and assume no one here is advocating for accelerationism, because the Glorious Revolution is also not going to solve our problems, at least, not as currently portrayed.

Please know different ways of advocating for yourselves than just relying on neighbours and and strangers, and withholding labour. There is no point in going zero to sixty and missing out on all of the potential solutions in between.

One major, crucial step I haven't been seeing is calls for volunteers to help in building robust networks of support (even for mutual aid and/or striking), many of which already exist, and which a lot of leftists new to this sort of activism don't seem interested in doing. Ignoring that (beyond donating money, I mean) only sets up whatever mutual aid and general strike activity you have planned to fail. Mutual aid isn't going to get very far if there's no supply reserve (food, toilet paper, clean water, etc.) or solid network for distribution. And general strikes may actually be more dangerous now because it's looking like it will be very easy to get fired and you won't be able to rely on things like the NLRB and the EEOC and the DOL in general to back you up, which is when that mutual aid you haven't planned for becomes even more important so people aren't starving and homeless in the meantime.

A lot of the "solutions" I've seen proposed rely on normal channels to support them, but if you're going to go outside of the system, you have to first figure out how to do that without tanking the movement. Do you have a plan for if you can't use USPS, or UPS, or FedEx, or anyone else, for example, if normal package distribution channels fail (like if you need to send food or supplies to people who don't live close by)? And that's just one facet of providing larger-scale mutual aid. Do you have major networks in various cities to help support getting aid to the people who need it in rural areas, of which there are still an overwhelming amount in the US? Do you know how best to use a small amount of resources to make a big impact even if it's just in your local area, other than just having a plan in your head that's never been tested in the real world? Have you tried it when things are still accessible now or are you going to rely on making it up as you go along when push comes to shove, which puts a lot of the most vulnerable people you'll need to help in danger?

You don't start planning for this stuff when things are already bad, you get it in place as much as possible before then. I'm willing to bet that if anyone who wants to get involved mutual aid (like food banks as one existing example) or the labour movement would look beyond a simple internet search or their social media bubble, which trends toward echo chambers even under ideal conditions, they'll find that these resources already exist, or are at least being planned for, and they're perfectly happy for people to help but may need it in ways that don't seem obvious. That way, when push comes to shove, mutual aid and labour are already a well-oiled machine which can scale up--and the time for planning that is now, not the moment it's desperately needed--rather than getting off the ground in the first place.

Look for the helpers. Don't despair and assume that there's nothing between "things are bad and need to change" and "we're on the point of violence because things went bad so quickly." There need to be lots of points of entry to slowing this down, first.

votes don't influence policy, and now there's no way for anyone but 1% of the wealthiest to leverage buying power.

the only power anyone has left is withholding labor.

to do this we will absolutely require alternative sources of water and food.

if, as is so much more likely, everything falls apart, we will still need water and food.

Mutual Aid + General Strike are literally our only shot to stave off mass mayhem and aimless violence.

[theambitiouswoman]

This was an ask but we’re keeping her anon so I summarized the question for us here:

Ask: You finally ended a five year on and off situationship, realizing he never intended to take you seriously. Now, he’s spreading false narratives about you to his friends, family, and social media, making it seem like you were disloyal. People are even stalking your page and one of his past flings showed up at your job. He values status and public image, and you’re worried he’s trying to ruin your name before you’ve built your career as an actress.

Response:

First of all, you did not waste your early 20s—you learned, you grew and now you’re reclaiming your time. And that shift you felt was your power coming back to you. Your twenties are about discovering yourself. Dating is to discover yourself. Did you probably overstay your welcome in this scenario, yeah, sure. But who hasn’t done that? Especially when you are brand new to the dating world.

As frustrating as it is, people like him thrive on control and when they lose it, they scramble to rewrite the story. Let him. The people who matter will see the truth in time and anyone who blindly believes him isn’t worth your energy. The best revenge is glowing up, thriving, and letting your success speak louder than his pettiness. He’s obviously projecting his own issues on to you and knows it will get to you. So the best thing to do is not to react. Seriously this guy seems so insecure, selfish, entitled, oblivious and dramatic. You must have a heart of gold to had stuck by him for so long.

As far as the other people go, let them think what they want. If they change their perception of you and treat you differently then they obviously weren’t as good a friend as you thought. The best way to handle drama, again, is to pretend it isn’t happening and staying focused on yourself.

Since you’re stepping into the public eye, it’s smart to move carefully. Keep records of anything shady (messages, threats, etc.) just in case. And if the stalking or harassment escalates, don’t hesitate to block, report and protect your peace. Your focus should be on your journey, not his tired attempts to stay relevant in your life. Honestly the best thing you can do is to not give this energy. I know it’s hard but just focus on your reality because the more you think about it and stress it. The more it will continue.

At the end of the day, you don’t owe guilt, loyalty, or energy to someone who never valued you. Let him play his games while you walk away with grace and straight into the amazing future that’s waiting for you.

[mary-laib]

More ideas from my Alastor backstory fic that I've been talking about writing for a year but haven't found time to outside of small snippets and an outline:

• I've already talked about this a little bit but: Alastor directly or indirectly causes the deaths of everyone he loves. Those that survive are forever changed for the worse (becoming a cult leader, becoming a serial killer in his footsteps, etc.)

• He spends his adolescence complaining about how his parents and older sister try to shield him from the world until he has to shield his younger sister and realizes why (it's already too late)

• He loves his mother, but ironically she is the reason that he's not very close with his siblings up until she dies. And when he becomes close with his younger sisters, it's only out of necessity.

• His sisters depend on him and he needs to keep it that way. He actively discourages them from dating and entering the workforce. He feels he needs to protect them from the "suffering" of worklife and marriage, but deep down, he needs to be needed and he knows that once they don't need him, they'll leave him. He's the one that really depends on them.

• He becomes a serial killer long before he ever means to. His crimes of passion build up until he decides to not just get revenge for the people he loves and for himself, but for strangers too. He won't acknowledge his old murders as part of his killing spree.

• He believes that men who rape and kill and abuse are diseased and that there is no cure to their affliction. And what do you do to a dog with rabies? You shoot it out back.

• He adopts 3 children, who each represent different people in his life/things that effected him in life.

• His eldest, the one who convinces him to adopt them in the first place, is kind of a mix of multiple people. She's a reminder of his youngest sister, who he loses just before she shows up. She's a reminder of his ideology, the way she is sick like his sister who died when he was young and whose death caused their father to become sick of the mind. The way that her sickness was caused by a sick man who took advantage of her as a child. And she is the ghost of his eldest sister who was strong for him and for herself but in the end wasn't strong enough to save herself.

• His middle child is the representation of himself. Just like him, he wants to see the worst of the world without a shield to hide behind. Just like him, he was beat by his birth father and wants revenge, not only for himself, but for his adoptive sisters who have also been hurt.

• His youngest is a representation of his youngest sister and how he sees and treats her. Despite the fact that she died because she involved herself in crime, he only seems to see her as some pure, child-like being that could do no wrong. His relationship with his youngest daughter is just a remolded version of that toxic purist vision of them.

• He dies alone.

[whitehairandtraumatized-bracket]

White Hair and Trauma Preliminary 4: My Hero Academia

Dabi had 4 submissions while Shigaraki had 2

trauma and propaganda under the cut! (there really is a lot this time.)

Trauma!

Shigaraki: “Well where to start. His superpower is making anything he touches with all five fingers crumble into dust. His dad was abusive and he accidentally killed his whole family as a little kid when his powers activated all of a sudden. He gets taken in by a nasty villain and gets groomed into becoming a supervillain. They give him the hands of his family members to wear on his body. And later in the manga theres even more. Everything in the world happens to this guy. He goes full white hair after unlocking even more of his quirk and it looks cool as hell in the manga.”

"Killed his family, got taken in by a villain who basically raised him as a weapon. Hair turned white from trauma and sorta medical experimentation"

Dabi/Touya: “Ok so his dad wanted to be the best hero ever, but also was a terrible person who abused his wife and son. That son, Toya, would survive his powers going balistic...but he would be heavily wounded to the point of having his flayed flesh falling from his body. He survived...and would be his father's biggest nightmare. He dyed his hair black until specifically the moment where he could reveal himself to his father and crush him emotionally...and just a bit physically.”

“Had an abusive father that put too much pressure on him, and his hair turned white due to extreme stress”

“I wish i could loredump but my hc are really fucking canon divergent so i'll wrap it up: his dad wanted a super strong heir with a better version of his fire powers to become Hero #1 and when lil Touya actually got there he abandoned him, had other children that he ignored him for etc. Then Touya goes to practice in the woods and accidentally burns like 10 km² of land and almost kills himself in the process. Basically enters a coma and wakes up years later in a secret hospital, escapes that too and sees that his family "moved on" from him, joins a gang and seeks vengeance (spoiler: bro fails and is hospitalized and dies(?) idk i hate endings so idc lol)”

“Once, there was a boy who wanted his father to love him.

Enji had loved Touya, at the beginning. He’d spent time with him, cared about him; that’s why it had hurt so much, once all of that was taken. For at the end of the day, to Endeavor, Touya was not a son but a weapon; and when found to be a “defective” one,  Touya was put aside and forgotten. There was only one reason that the father had had his children, after all, and with each new child Touya felt further replaced, further pushed away. I can only show him the world of heroes, Enji had said; he hadn’t even tried to be a dad. So instead of trying, he told Touya to let go.

Touya couldn’t let go; his father wouldn’t look at him, only spent time with the youngest brother instead. Making him into the weapon that Touya was begging to be— no one had looked at him, so he couldn’t see. He still can’t see. He had figured out why he had been created, and determined to fulfill a goal no child should strive for, Touya attempted to prove himself worthy of being born.

And one day, Touya didn’t come home; he didn’t die, but he found his end on a mountain wreathed in flames. And a villain found him before he was truly lost, and three years in a coma on, Touya woke up. And what was the first thing he did, then? He ran home— once there, he found his own shrine, he found Shouto being trained, he found that he had been forgotten.

If you ask Dabi, he’ll tell you that that was when Touya really died. But Dabi is the king of lies— and to no one does he lie more, than to himself. No, Touya died sometime in the six years between then and now— sometime in the silence that we know nothing about— he took a life, he lost his mind, he changed his name. 

Either way, Touya is dead, and Dabi lives; but there is a chance, I think, for something to give.”

Propaganda!

Dabi/Touya: 

The man hid the fact he had white hair until the most extra moment to reveal it. Seriously.

1) White hair is revealed dramatically, 2) depressed bi cunt, 3) Daddy issues and imo top older sibling representation, 4) Blue Fire (best fucking fantasy element)

He has such an interesting character arc and! When his identity was revealed in the manga, he trended over US election results in 2020 ajdhdj he was trending at 1 for days 

Shigaraki: He had such a good arc and was like the hero of villains 

[paiigemahoney]

Hen in 8x07

[seefasters]

man its been a week and i still can't believe the one ship that owned my life at the age of 13 became canon because some tumblrinas went insane in neil gaiman's inbox for like 2 years

[platinum-roulette]

My hand slipped

[seventh-sojourn]

Happy birthday to the beautiful heavenly princess:

Peter John Sinfield (1947-2024)

The picture is entitled “Considering Ingredients”

“Peter, as some of you will know has two cookery books waiting to follow upon the er, heels of his 2nd solo album "Thread To Heaven" – which will escape sometime in 2008.” [Source: Song Soup on Sea]

[nocticulas]

little ask game💕! send me a random fact of any of your ocs and i will reply with a random fact of any of mine!

[birdwatchingbingo]

i need to write about sliderice right now like there is no content about them their tag is dry i need them back so bad

[yandereplumblossom]

I hope to not be overstepping, but if you don't mind, i have something to add on this topic:

"How many half-Illyrians have you met?" "Only Rhys, I suppose." ""That's because they're extremely uncommon. But Rhys's mother was Illyrian herself. And Illyrian women hardly ever marry and reproduce outside their communities. Illyrian males do so far more often, or at least fuck around, but you rarely see the offspring." "Why?" "Illyrian females have a pelvis shaped specifically for children with wings to pass through. High Fae females do not. And when a child has wings, they can get stuck during labor." His face had gone pale beneath the bruises. "Most females die, the babes with them. There's no way for magic to help, short of fracturing a female's pelvis to widen it for the birthing. Which might kill the babe anyway." "Feyre is going to die?" Her words were a whisper. For a heartbeat, every bit of spite, of anger, of bitterness faded away. Pure, clear panic replaced it. "A few do survive." Cassian made to rub his face, then stopped before he co-uld press the bruises. "But the labor is so brutal that many of them either come close to death or are so altered by it that they can't have another child." "Even with a healer to repair them?" Her heart was pounding, so sickeningly fast she had to set down her utensils. "Honestly, I don't know. And any attempts in the past to cut the child out of the mother's womb have been …" He shuddered. "No mother has ever survi-ed." Nesta's blood turned to acid. Cas-sian rolled his shoulders. "So we won't even try that route. Madja will be there each step of the way, though, doing whatever she can. And we don't yet know how Feyre's own Feyre's own magic will im-pact the birth."

-ACOSF CH 31

As the issue is presented to Nesta and us by Cassian here, this is a problem that face a lot of High Fae Females on this universe who for some reason end up tied to an illyrian man (be is because they fall in love, are mates, or had a one night stand, etc).

This is a problem that is bigger than the Archeron sisters. So, is very interesting that when Nesta is begging to the Cauldron to save Feyre and the baby, she's not asking for it to change Feyre's anatomy, her exact words are "SHOW ME"

She reached inward, toward the power that had made deathless monsters tremble and wicked kings fall to their knees, but … she didn't know how to use it. Death flowed through her veins, yet she did not have the knowledge to master it. One wrong move, one mistake, and Feyre would be lost. So Nesta held her sister tightly, with Time halted around them, and she whispered, "If you show me how to save her, you can have it back." The world paused. Worlds beyond their own paused. Nesta buried her face in the cold sweat of Feyre's neck. She opened that place within herself, and said to the Mother, to the Cauldron, "I'll give back what I took from you. Just show me how to save them-her and Rhysand and the baby." Rhysand her brother. That's what he was, wasn't he? Her brother, who had offered her kindness even when she knew he wanted to throttle her. And she him. And the baby … her nephew. Blood of her blood. She would save him, save them, even if it took everything. "Show me," she pleaded. No one answered. The Harp stopped its echoing. As Time resumed, noise and movement roaring into the room, Nesta whispered to the Cauldron, her promise rising above the din, "I'll give it all back." And a soft, invisible hand brushed her cheek in answer. - ACOSF CH 77

Already this text let us knonw that Nesta's exchange wasn't just for the "Illyrian anatomy" but for the Technique of how to do it, that's why she's asking "Show me", she's begging to be taught how to do it.

And if we were left uncertain about if that was what happened, we get confirmation a chapter later:

So Cassian asked, "Is your magic The power's really gone?" The brisk spring wind whipped her golden-brown hair across her face. "I gave it back to the Cauldron in exchange for the knowledge of how to save them." She swallowed. "But a little remains. I think something else someone else-stopped the Cauldron from taking all of it. And I made some changes of my own." The Mother. The only being who would see the sacrifice Nesta had made and give a little back. Perhaps it was she who had peered out at them through the Mask. "What did you change?" Nesta rested a hand on her abdomen. "I changed myself a little, too. So none of us will have to go through this again." For a heartbeat, Cassian had no words. "You … You're ready for a baby?" Nesta barked a laugh. "No. Gods no. I'll be drinking my contraceptive tea for a while yet." She laughed again. "But I adjusted myself to match what the Cauldron did for Feyre. For when the time is right." He couldn't tear himself from the quiet joy lighting her face. So he offered her a soft smile. Yes-when the time was right, they would start that journey together. -ACOSF CH 78

If it wasn't clear by the chapter 77 extract, here is Nesta, saying herself that: 1. She exchanged her powers for the Knowledge of how to change the anatomy of a High Fae Female to match the Illyrian anatomy.

2. That the change on her anatomy was made by herself matching what the Cauldron did to Feyre's anatomy.

3. When she says "So none of us will have to go through this again" she's likely not only talking about Feyre and herself, she's talking about none other High Fae Female who is having an Illyrian baby. So no, at no point did SJM write that, and she went even further assuring the reader that we wouldn't experience this problem again because we already have a solution, be it that Nesta could do the changes herself with the knowledge or be it that she might teach others how to do it themselves.

It makes me happy that in recent years i have seen a lot more Gwynr/els and E/uciens express that this theory as disgusting. What is "misogynistic" about this take is that by using it, you're reducing these characters to their ability to conceive, purposelessly ignoring what the text is saying to fit your agenda.

You have totally robbed the wider mean of this scene, the poetic beauty that Nesta Exchanged her power of Death for the knowledge of how to help Life, into this argument.

“Don’t be mad at us Gwynr/els for just going with what SJM wrote about Elain not being able to have Azriels kids, be mad the author wrote this misogynistic plot point!!”

✨SJM is not the one who correlated Gwyns slightly pliant bones = she can have Illyrian babies. Yall did that. SJM also never said Elain couldn’t have Azriels kids.SJM never said anything about Elain anatomy. We don’t even fully know what powers she has yet. Again yall are the ones saying Elain couldn’t have Azriels kids… not SJM. So why would we blame here for theories your making up?!

✨SJM never said people needed to be able to have kids naturally to be endgame or be in love.There are mate pairings now in the SJMverse that can’t naturally have kids and no one at all uses that against them, like yall do for Elriel.

✨Absolutely none of you who use Elains Pelvis/Gwyns bones as a point for Gwynr/el held that same energy for Ruhn/Day. For 80% of Crescent City we were led to believe Ruhn couldn’t have kids and yall still ate that ship up! You loved it! You couldn’t wait to read more about it. Never once were you like well ruhn can’t have kids! So he can’t end up w the person he loves if he can’t give her kids!!……. But it’s only a problem when it comes to Elain. Funny how that works.

I don’t think any love story depends on whether someone can naturally have kids or not but I’m going to debunk this nonsense from canon. I am so tired of this dumb argument because It’s 100% based on theories (like a lot of the Gwynr/el ship but I digress)

🧾Let’s look at the canon facts:🧾 All canon text is from Acosf.

SJM tells us why Gwyns differences were brought up. (& it’s funny that a few things were mentioned but yall just latched on the slightly pliant bones and ran w it…)

Gwyn gestured to her large eyes—blue so clear it could have been the shallow sea—and her lithe body. “My bones are slightly more pliant than ordinary High Fae’s, but who cares about that?” Perhaps that was why Gwyn was so good at the balancing and movement.

It’s in relation to her training.

Now let’s look is said about birthing Illyrian children.

“But he’s only a quarter Illyrian.” It was possible, of course, for the baby to have inherited wings, but unlikely, given that Rhys himself had been born without them, and only conjured them through whatever strange, unearthly magic he possessed. “He is. But Feyre was in an Illyrian form when he was conceived.”

The only reason why Nyx has wings is because feyre was in Illyrian form at conception. Meaning at the time he was conceived both parents were Illyrian. So if one of the parents is not Illyrian there is a good chance the baby wouldn’t have wings. So guess what? There is a good chance Elain could have Azriels children no problem.

“Illyrian females have a pelvis shaped specifically for children with wings to pass through. High Fae females do not.

If this is a issue for Elain it will be for Gwyn as well.. Gwyn is still 3/4 High Fae. “But but pliant bones!!” My brethren… SJM emphasized the word SLIGHTLY. Gwyn isn’t Gumby here she can’t shape shift or restructure her entire pelvis.Even if her bones have A LITTLE bend to them it is still does not equal a Illyrian pelvis. So this would still be a issue for her as well.

When Nesta mentions she changed herself absolutely nothing is said about Elain. We have no idea what the cauldron fully gave to Elain. Yall just took that meaning Elain can’t have Azriels kids.

“What did you change?” Nesta rested a hand on her abdomen. “I changed myself a little, too. So none of us will have to go through this again.” For a heartbeat, Cassian had no words. “You … You’re ready for a baby?” Nesta barked a laugh. “No. Gods no. I’ll be drinking my contraceptive tea for a while yet.” She laughed again. “But I adjusted myself to match what the Cauldron did for Feyre. For when the time is right.”

So there you have it SJM isn’t the one who wrote Elain can’t have Azriels kids, or they can’t be together because she can’t have his kids or gwyn can have his kids. You guys read Acosf took anything you could for gwyn and azriel and tried to apply it like “GOTCHA PROOF ELRIEL WONT HAPPEN” when it’s not. Bc SJM clarified multiple times in Acosf there are many possibilities and variables when it comes to Illyrian children.

And then she clocked yall with this type of thinking in HOFAS:

"I don't see much of a reason to hang around," Bryce said coldly. "I don't see why you'd want to, either. You're chattel to them. To the Autumn King, to Morven, to your dad. Your only value comes from your breeding potential.They don't give a f*ck if you're smart or brave or kind. They only want you for your uterus, and Luna spare you if you have any troubles with it.""I know that," Sathia answered with equal ice. "T've known that since I was a child.""And you're cool with it?" Bryce countered, unable to stop the sharpness in her voice. "You're cool with being used and treated like that? Like you're lessey tang them?You're cool with having no rights, no say in your future?You're cool with a life where you either belong to your male relatives or your husband?"

Whether Elain can have Azriels kids or not is irrelevant. Many people fall in love and end up together and can’t have kids naturally. (SJM has already included mate pairs like this in her books). So instead of blaming the author for something she didn’t write… Ask yourself why your mind immediately went to reducing Gwyn & Elains endgame romance down to whether they can have kids or not.

And for the record I’ve actually seen a good amount of Gwynr/els speak out against this theory and argument as well. So this post is only directed at the shippers who do use this and believe this.

[binarisunset]

and when I finally write my snowjanus oneshot of Donald Sutherland’s Snow with 18 year old Sejanus…y’all will see the vision