#but i certainly enjoyed it in a way

[akai-anna]

Your life is gonna be changed when you learn that Ace of Base are a nazi band lol

I wish I was joking...

Great music though!

Firstly: hello there!

Secondly: thank you for the information! In the grand scheme of things, however, I don't think it changes much for me.

Before I get my head bitten off though, I would like to say, that at this point in my life, I'm quite used to the... I guess, we could call it "culture" in a way, being "this person/creator has bad views/did something problematic/disgusting/etc".

A couple thoughts I have on this:

I have ever only listened to some of their older music. My father used to like Ace of Base, so thanks to his influence I grew up with it to a degree. (I honestly thought they disbanded/don't create anymore, but after a quick search, apparently Wiki says otherwise). Thus, that is the only thing I know about them, and don't feel educated on the matter to judge this fact. Does this apply to all members? Or just some/one? (I don't even know how many people are in Ace of Base.) And to what extent? Also does it mean the people affected still share the same views? Or like every human, they changed over the years to a degree? Who am I to judge someone I haven't seen/heard enough of?

Also does this mean, that any media (be it music, art, movies/shows, books, anything) created by someone with certain views are to be ignored/hated/disregarded/judged/etc? Does that negate what feelings I have attached to that particular media? What if I grew up with something that I loved very much, that even changed and shaped me in some meaningful way, had a lasting affect, to later on learn the very creator is misogynistic/bigoted/transphobic/etc? Will it change the fact that somehow I was shaped by or enjoyed something they created? Does it apply to not only the original creator but also transformative works too?

I admit, I rarely pay for the music I listen to. So it's not like I give them any support financially. *shrugs* Crude that might sound, but alas.

Lastly: I'm tired. I'm tired of finger pointing, tired of the disease that are humans, tired of all the evil and horrible in our world. I try to embrace what I enjoy, in my privacy (and possibly with some friends and family at times). I feel too old to care about certain things, and engage with something that has the potential to make me feel bad, sad, upset angry and so on, when I can choose otherwise. I have so little time as is, to do the things I find joy in, or that are important to me. In conclusion, to return to the first point, this matter is not something I feel I should dig into, look further in. Am I educated on this matter? No. Do I want to be educated on this matter, sacrifice what little time I have on this? No.

Will I still enjoy some of Ace of Base songs? Yes, because I associate some pleasant memories with them, or just simply like the lyrics or the beat of them.

Am I evil/bad for this view? Perhaps some might think so. Some might not. Am I selfish for this? Definitely, as humans are inherently selfish. (Being kind can be selfish: as in you usually feel nice, when you are kind to someone and especially when they appreciate it. We cannot view the world from an outside point of view, nor from a completely objective one. The most we can do is try.) But I ask: who are they, to judge a random stranger and her views?

Again, thank you for your ask; it has been a while since I got something in my inbox, and it definitely made my brain whirr on this Sunday afternoon! I truly appreciate the brain stimulation! Also, apologies for the word vomit, oops... I also hope you have a lovely time, dear!

[petricorah]

i feel sick

[viperwhispered]

Rest

Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.

At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner. 

However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.

You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.

So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.

It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.

At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.

“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.

Of course.

It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.

You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.

“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”

“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.

Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.

“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.

Really, when did he get so tired?

And how did you not notice it earlier?

You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.

Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.

You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.

Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.

Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.

“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.

Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.

“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”

“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.

Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.

But sometimes you really wish it would be.

Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.

Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.

“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”

You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.

“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”

Still, Jamil frowns.

You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?

“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.

And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.

“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.

It seems he has accepted his fate.

You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.

And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.

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[sh1-n0bu]

everyday i look at the hoyoverse fandom and go “wow… media literacy IS dead😃”

[speakercrab666]

Republican Green Day fans just now realising American Idiot is about them has gotta be the funniest thing i've ever fucking seen. like my guy they are a pop punk band. they be popping and punking. they've BEEN popping and punking. who the fuck did u think they were talking about????????

[combefier]

the thing that really gets me about how bad the writing for rook in particular is is that it would take so little effort to make it better. and it would probably make the writers' jobs a lot more interesting, too. you should be able to piss off your companions. in every other dragon age, you can piss off your companions. you can piss them off so badly that they try to kill you. if you just sort of fail to impress people one way or another in da2, you can end up having to fight your best friends to the death, or have one of them peace out after prompting an invasion of your city. the ability to have conflict with your companions wasn't always handled WELL (trying to talk to cullen about mage rights in dai comes to mind, as does trying to talk to dorian about slavery beyond the one conversation), but the option was there. it seems like the only way you can piss off your companions here is by making tactical disagreements they don't like. there's no room to have a personality some of your companions find off-putting, even though there are multiple points where your companions are put off by one another. purple hawke we're so not back. and the reason can't be "well you had to be someone varric would choose," because varric's best friend was hawke and there can be very many different kinds of hawke.

you're given a fascinating backstory and it will not come up beyond occasional comments relevant to your faction. mourn watch rook why does your backstory almost never come up i would tell people that story all the time. it's like dming for a player who came up with the most rich backstory you've ever seen and then watching them ignore it every time you dangle plot hooks in front of them. bioware do you remember what you wrote. bioware u good???? the sanitization of various factions aside because that's its whole own post, it would be so easy to give a dialogue here and there where rook could show more of what sort of rook they are by letting them reflect on their backstory. it would be so easy to write aggressive answers that are actually aggressive.

i've spent enough time in editing that i've just been trying to figure out if there's any possible motivation beyond a lack of investment in their own story, or a shocking paucity of good editors in their work environment. is it because the way they designed the game necessitates that everyone be there at the end? but you can still fuck up the ending by making the wrong choices there, à la me2, and you were allowed to piss people off in me2. if you can get people killed at the end anyway, why not let the choices you made and the responses you chose matter beyond "did you do enough sidequests?"

at a certain point, it's just confusing. they know how to do this, even if they don't always do it well. the lack of any real room for agency or personality or conflict is just... odd. this is also leaving aside how easy it would have been to incorporate SOME past choices from past games per their previous work. bioware i just want to talk

[thegreatyin]

And thus, with the passing of 24 hours, Caeru's ambition truly comes to an end. Major Nemesis spoilers below the cut- we're talking endgame ambition business here. Mostly on a character RP front.

The Doomed Scientist made quite a few... choice decisions, in the end. Killing Cups once and for all, recording his story as one of grief-

And sparing what little remained of Mr Mirrors, leaving it free to roam Parabola as it sees fit.

Some of them, he can explain. Others, he's still left to feel... discontent.

Cups needed to die. That much was certain from the start. It was a tyrant, as all Masters are, and complicit in the bargaining and eventual destruction of four (potentially five) cities, as all Masters are. It was an obstacle. A murderer. A petty monster that felt no remorse even on its deathbed, and it went out of its way to ruin multiple lives just because it felt owed its own sick and twisted idea of revenge.

It killed his first love. It looked him in the eyes and he knew what it had done and he knew from the start it was going to die.

Perhaps, in the end, it knew too. And yet it still pleaded, and wanted to live, and-

It made a bargain.

A bargain Caeru didn't take.

Not because he didn't want to. Gods, he wanted to. He wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else in the world. To have Greylu back, to give him the gift of life, of love, to show him the wonders of the Neath and the beauty of the correspondence and all of the people Caeru has met and loved and found home with along the way-

But. He couldn't.

Because Cups was a monster. And no matter what, it deserved to die. And he could not, in good conscience, allow it to live.

Even if sparing it meant everything he's ever wanted.

So he's left here, now. With a bloodied traveling coat, and a bloodsoaked knife, and a favor finally fulfilled.

And nothing to live for. No resurrected lover, no charming visits to Helicon, no slow dances in the living room, no memories to rebuild and lives to live and he won't live again-

Nothing. All he has is a coat born of obligation, not to his love, but to people he's never even met. To lives he's never even touched. To a paramour, still alive, with hair of rose-pink, who doesn't even remember her own brother's existence.

Cups didn't die for Caeru's sake. Cups died for the sake of all who wanted it dead. For the revenger's court, and the ghost screaming in his ear, and the reckoning that will not be postponed indefinitely.

And Caeru, who acted as a tool to carry out their wills? Who all but betrayed his own lover, just to satisfy a cause he never knew existed?

All Caeru is left with, is regret. Regret-

-And grief.

[yuri-puppies]

i think about this all the time

[sainz100]

quick Carlos & Charles collage ❤️❤️

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[shalomniscient]

natlan 5.1 was batshit insane but i won't deny cookery when i see it. last 1/3 of the archon quest is just brilliantly done in my opinion, from writing to level design to soundtrack. just genuine excellence

[trappedinafantasy37]

The evil murder wives getting ready to enact their evil murder plans.

[gaylotusthatexists]

eeeeeeeee it has finally begun

my piece for the hsbb!! absolutely wonderful event that i got to take part in, please go check out some of the other works from this event as well there’s some amazing stuff there!

will be updating this fic every wednesday and sunday over the next two and a half ish months until we’re done, scarian enjoyers come get ur slowburn in a neat lil fantasy world with magic and fun times :) legit been working on this since june oh my gosh, very excited to finally share this with y’all!!

[orionsangel86]

Saw Deadpool & Wolverine yesterday. Insane fucking movie. Absolutely bonkers. Plot was ridiculous and nonsensical but Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman clearly had enough chemistry and fun to make it work. No spoilers but a certain trashed Honda Odyssey is about to star in a LOT of explicit AO3 fanfiction. Wow. Just wow.

[annoyingttt]

It’s a little “uh” to me that the only posts that seriously call out Stolas on his shit are #stolitz critical, #helluva boss critical or even #vivziepop critical. Because I agree completely, Stolas is full of shit and his upbringing doesn’t let him realize it, and his rich boy demeanour is what creates the chasm between him and Blitz, rather than Blitz’s personal issues that I think are less important in this situation.

Stolas is a benevolent racist who’s used to getting what he wants using his riches, Blitz is the one he was getting using his riches, and we can get his take on this situation every time he starts passionately voicing his opinion on the rich and privileged.

For some reason most stolitz posts decide to pay this aspect no mind, and the people who do concentrate on it say the writing is bad or the author is bad for making their relationship so toxic and imbalanced, but I don’t think that at all. The show DOES acknowledge this aspect of their relationship (even if most fans don’t), it’s right there if you want to see it. This is also what I thought before the recent episode, and I’m so happy that the Full Moon brought the imp butlers and privileges to the table for them, because I think it was never discussed between the two of them verbally, even though referenced by Blitz a handful of times.

And this is just the point, this is what makes their relationship compelling. I don’t even want them together necessarily, and I wouldn’t personally say that Blitz loves him, but he certainly cares in some way and is invested in this weird relationship, and he stays and tries to talk, even if only to get back at Stolas for all the humiliation (which he should, btw). But I don’t hate Stolas, his feelings are genuine, he’s just too misguided to see the full picture. None of them see it because there’s been no honest communication between them up to this point and they’ve come to build very different understandings of how it all works.

Stolas has repeatedly tried to propel the communication, which is the best thing to do to his knowledge (and he really wants to make it right), but I don’t blame Blitz for not responding to the attempts - we all saw that Stolas wasn’t quite ready to face the music because he never realised what kind of music it was, and there is no way Blitz could ever be genuine with him without bringing the class issue up.

And I think that this whole complex and interesting-to-unravel dynamic has been ENABLED by great writing and long-standing plans for character development, and the fact that the show is willing to explore it instead of just ignoring all the baggage and pushing them together is something that makes me very content and eager to see where the show takes it.

[not-poignant]

Thank you for writing Palmarosa! You write Astarion’s trauma so beautifully and I’m so excited to read more. For you, what is the most fun to write about for Palmarosa?

Hi anon!

I enjoy the interplay between Astarion and Raphael the most, but I have to be careful with it. Too much where Astarion and Raphael are getting along, and the tension fades and Raphael becomes just like... 'cute soft devil man' lol, and too little isn't good either.

But mostly I just enjoy writing them talking or spending time together, whether that's tense or fraught or calm or painful or terrifying or fun. Getting them both in a room together and forcing them to interact makes me happy :D

[inquisitor-apologist]

Have we, as a fandom, progressed to the point that we can realize that Twilight of the Apprentice, while a good episode, is not a particularly great Rebels episode and is certainly the least functional finale in the entirety of Rebels?