#can i do fanat of a model

[cepheusgalaxy]

Can we take a moment to appreciate this guy though

[IDs: Two images of Sam Porto, a tall lightskinned guy with platinum blond hair, neck, chest and arm tattoos and top surgery scars, posing on a light background with fashion outfits. His chest tattoo reads, in cursive, "Time is the Lord of the reason". /end ID.

[ID: A Vogue Brasil cover with Sam Porto with black hair and a buzzcut, his face sprayed with colorful hues, wearing all white, sitting on a grass-like floor in a dark green environment. He holds many big and colorful flowers, while sitting down. The magazine's title is "Tropical Surreal". /end ID.]

Brazilian trans guys my beloved ❤️❤️❤️ go white boy GO

[nebula-nonhuman]

I think I really like Dead By Daylight. I wonder if that is because I was active a lot during the time we first learned about it.

- 🌸

[mercmorales]

Idol reader x Jujutsu Kaisen hmmm

Y/N is a J-pop idol who was apart of a girl group for a few years

Her parents were Jujutsu sorcerers, so she had decided to become one as well

Problem is, however, she had garnered up a diehard fan base that quite literally cried when she announced she would be taking a break from touring with her group so she could start school again

Two of these fans were Itadori and Kugisaki

“Oh she’s quitting! We’re all gonna dieee!!” Itadori cried out as he kneeled to the shrine he had made in the dormitory common room.

Kugisaki cried as she held a photo book that had been summer themed. “We lost a good one! We’re gonna miss you, L/N-sama!”

“How can you guys cry over a celebrity who isn’t even dead? She’s just going on hiatus ” Megumi said at the two.

Nobara growled at the boy while tears still streamed down her face. “Shut up! You don’t get it!

They did not expect you to start going to school with them

“Okay my students! I am happy to announce that you have a new classmate joining us today!” Gojo said as he held up a peace sign.

Nobara, Yuuji, and Megumi whispered to one another about their teacher’s strange behavior. “I think our teacher is on drugs.”

Yuuji nodded at the girl’s statement. “I’ve never seen Gojo-sensei this excited before.”

“He’s finally lost it.” Megumi said with a sigh.

“OI! I AM PERFECTLY FINE AND SOBER THANK YOU!” Gojo said to his students.

Gojo huffed, but his smile returned to his face soon after. “I just wanted to reveal our new student who will be joining us from now on!”

Gojo moved to the side, revealing Y/N. “Hello! My name is—”

“Y/N L/N?!? FROM THE POPULAR GIRL GROUP CHERRY BLOSSOMS?!?!!?!?”

Safe to say that they were extremely excited by the reveal

YUUJI ITADORI

He asked you to autograph all of your merch when you first met

To this day he still has stuff he wants you to sign

He tries his best not to fangirl whenever you’re fighting curses but he ultimately fails

He always tries to figure out how your cursed technique works but he can’t really wrap his brain around it

You sing him to sleep some nights and he sometimes dreams about being on a beach with you :3

If you’re taller than Yuuji (5’8/173 cm.) he’ll be ten times more fanatic around you

NOBARA KUGISAKI

Give her your skincare routine oh my god

She isn’t as crazy as Yuuji but she isn’t sane about you either

You gave her and Yuuji tickets to the show your group was performing in Tokyo since you were going to be there as a special guest

She cried tears when she saw you come out on stage

She loved you even more after that

She loves shopping with you and giving you outfit combinations that she made for you

She shares her clothes with you and you do the same, causing her to wear your hoodies around the dorms and even to go out on small errands (Yuuji gets mad at her)

She likes painting you nails and complaining about how Megumi and Yuuji don’t pull their weight on missions and make the two of you do most of the heavy lifting

You use your idol money to spoil her sometimes and she swoons at that

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Has never heard your music a day in his life

Doesn’t even realize you were an idol. He thought you were a model since your face was everywhere in Tokyo

He listened to your group’s music and said it wasn’t something he would listen to but it was good

He listened to your solo songs

He is now a fan and he buys your merch whenever he goes out shopping and sees it

Unlike Yuuji and Nobara, he treats you like another peer of his

Hard for it to stay mutual when you hear your music being played late at night

SATORU GOJO

Gojo met you when he was sixteen and you were four

He’s always been a good student for you parents and a great babysitter for you (even though he didn’t like babysitting at the time)

When he saw that you were training to become an idol, he was so happy for you but a little sad as well

He thought you would never have time to hangout with your old babysitter who would feed you nothing but sweet stuff

But when you announced your hiatus to continue school, he may have convinced your parents to enroll you into Jujutsu High so he could see you again

He was the one who helped you find your own unique cursed technique at the young age of 9

He found you a microphone and told you to imbue it with cursed energy

The energy was (F/C)! For some reason

He compares you CT to cursed speech since your voice is used a good portion of the time

Property of Mercury Morales. Do not repost anywhere! Thank you! ʚɞ

[mask-of-prime]

TLG: Battle for the Pridelands Sketches

To celebrate the 5th Anniversary of one of my favorite episodes of TLG, I decided to do some sketches of some takeaways I had during a rewatch of the episode:

1. Wema, Tunu, Dogo, and Kijana aged up to how old I think they'd be around the time of the episode. Why were they not aged up?? Kiara, Tiifu, Zuri, and Mtoto were given some specific age models only used in this episode, why not the Outlander kids? I feel the jackals would be the equivalent to 12 years old by this time, while Wema and Tunu would be like 8-year-old kids.

2. I've heard people ask where the zebras and baboons were during the final battle, and for a while I was like "Yeah aren't they significant recurring characters? Where even were they in the Pridelands Army arc of Season 2?", but THEN it dawned on me: Baboon. Zebra. Cavalry. When watching the scene where everyone charges to the Outlands, I saw the galagos riding the sable antelope and went "haha like horses, that'd be funny if it was with zebras because equines", then I was like "baboons would probably be like humans while riding zebras" and I was just "WAIT IS THAT WHY PEOPLE WANTED THOSE ANIMALS IN THIS EPISODE". So here we are, Big Baboon and Thurston team up to surprise the Outlanders (and even the Pridelanders) by doing what they do best -- throwing fruit and panicking and running, respectively.

3. A sketch of this sudden visual I got during Ushari and Scar's conversation where Scar promised that Ushari and the rest of the reptiles would have whatever's left of the ravaged Pridelands. I instantly imagined the Pridelands becoming this unrecognizable wasteland ideal only for heat-seeking reptiles after the disastrous volcanic eruption Scar had in mind. The environment would be a tad like something out of the Mesozoic era.

4. One of my favorite aspects of this episode: The famous important-as-hell-but-vaguely-presented lore drop of the Strange Lion's (actually pretty ambiguous) existence as well as his actions accelerating Scar's entitlement and envy of Mufasa (which would kickstart the very premise of the first movie and the franchise as we know it). I love this guy's design for the same reason I love Zira's -- it's just so consistent in shapes and colors that all match with each other.

5. I find it funny that in order to not interfere with the events of TLK 2, TLG just decided to have it so the Outsiders would be completely out of the loop of the fact that Scar's spirit returned. It could easily be explained that Scar kept Zira out of it on purpose, or that he didn't know (and possibly didn't care) that she was still around. I have to think that the Outsiders don't live too far from the Outlands Volcano, so they've had to have heard some commotion and wonder what on earth could be going on. Looks like Zira's fanatic spiritual connection with her beloved Scar can apparently be heard by her peers.

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

Ranking all of the Milgram Birthday Outfits on a scale of 1/10 because it's 3AM over here and I have to do school things at 6 (Inspired by this video) ↓

Already off to an incredibly strong start, because as we know, Haruka is perfect and can do no wrong. Dog? Little sister? Who's that? Sounds like a myth honesty. Alright, jokes and Haruka bias aside, very nice ! Relatively plain all things considered, but that's quite fitting for Haruka (I mean, have you seen how this kid dresses normally? I'm somewhat surprised that he didn't go for a full white look. Wonder if Muu helped him out when choosing his pieces) I also love the color blue, so bonus points for that. (shut up I know I just said I would ignore biases) Overall, I give Haruka Sakurai a 8/10 !! Lookin' good, buddy ! ↓

Yuno looks so pretty and the outfit is SO cute !! I love the frilliness of the shirt, the pleated skirt is really cute and in general I love the shades of pink chosen for this outfit, and those SHOEEEES girl where did you get those give me name and address. I honestly have no complaints at all I give Yuno Kashiki a 10/10 !! Absolutely gorgeous girl !! (Also it's unfortunate we're only ranking the outfits and not the cakes, because the decision to give Yuno a fucking staircase cake was genius) ↓

...Mannn, I wish I could say I liked this outfit so badly. The outfit itself is alright, if a bit basic, and Fuuta looks very handsome ! But I can't help but feel like black would've been a better choice for him than dark brown. And Fuuta...my guy...WHY those shoes? I could've maybe forgiven the outfit colors if you didn't decide to pair them with shiny gold...sneakers? What the hell even are those? Get better shoes, man. Overall, I'm giving Fuuta Kajiyama a 4/10. I like the outfit it'self (minus the shoes), but the coloring brings it down a lot for me. ↓

Christ, no wonder Muu got model deals ! Look at this queen right here !! She looks absolutely gorgeous, the dress is beautiful and I love the Beauty And The Beast inspiration. The earrings being inspired by an hourglass is a very cool detail, and the heels look great as well ! I genuinely don't think I have any faults with this one Muu Kusunoki gets a 10/10 ! Nice job dressing to impress ! ↓

One chance Mr. Kirisaki, one cha-- Ahem. As I was saying, Shidou looks amazing in this outfit !! I'm usually not a fan of there being so much white on it's own (I sound like a certain horror fanatic, sheesh.) But Shidou reallly rocks it, and the purple accents are very nice in comparison !! I also really like the shoes for some reason. Shidou is being added to the list also consisting of Muu and Yuno where I need to see who their shoemaker is For Shidou Kirisaki, I give a 9/10 !! Very pretty man. ↓

Mahiru looks very pretty here ! I love the poofy hair accessory, and the birdcage earrings are a very nice touch. That being said however...the dress is a bit too plain for me. I cannot help but feel like something is missing here that would make the overall outfit look way better. A sash maybe? Despite that though, Mahiru Shiina gets a 6/10 !! Looking ready for a date !  ↓

Ooooh...Kazui stans forgive me, but I'm pretty indifferent to this outfit. It's not bad mind you ! Kazui looks very handsome in it, and I like the blue chosen for his tie. But it's the same problem with Mahiru where I feel like it's a bit too plain and could've used something more, like a pattern on his vest or pants. Also though his shoes aren't the atrocity that is Fuuta's, I feel like a black or even a dark blue akin to Haruka would've looked a lot better in comparison to the rest of his outfit. Kazui Mukuhara is granted a 5/10. Not the best, not the worst. Sorry old man. ↓

AHHH SHE LOOKS SO CUTE !! It's like if the frilliness from Yuno's outfit was upped to twenty ! Amane's dress is adorable and looks very comfortable as well, I want a bigger sized version for myself. I also really like her big bow, as well as the blue shoes. But most importantly, Amane seems to be genuinely happy wearing it, and as a fandom, Amane's happienss takes priority. Amane Momose, you'll be getting a 9/10 from me ! Good on ya, kid ! ↓

Ahhh, he's so cute ! Look at how polite he looks ! The blazer is nice, and also blue. Blue bias. And the boots absolutely fucking SLAY. The way his hair is styled looks very nice as well ! I also think this is the closest we have gotten to official art of Mikoto smiling genuinely, and I personally think we need more. And more. And more. Mikoto Kayano gets a 10/10 !! Very cute boy ! ↓

Ma'am, I politely and respectfully ask you to break my neck mercilessly-- Ahem. As I was saying. KOTOKO LOOKS FUCKING AMAZING !! The undershirt oh my god the FUCKING UNDERSHIRT !! Absolutely adore it so much. The colors are all very pleasing to the eye, the skirt is very cute, and the heels look cool as hell !! But Kotoko also looks cool as hell in anything, so is this really fair? Kotoko Yuzuriha has obtained a 10/10 ! Absolutely gorgeous.

[drops-of-moonlights]

Next with the redesigns we get to the WarioWare cast! which oh god there's so many people here what the fuck! anyways! Here we have basically the cast of the og with two from later games. The Warioware cast designs are peak so not a lot is changed, but hey, I still changed some things, so let's get to them! (shoutout to the official WarioWare website it was so useful!)

Mona and Joe are the easiest since they keep themselves more or less the same - still the deliverywoman extraordinaire and her lovable boss. Mona here like everyone else is a bit older - a college student, majoring in archaeology, and has upgraded from a scooter to a motorcycle (quite literally upgraded, Crygor took her scooter and turned it into a bike). Joe keeps himself more or less the same, except a bit afraid of losing the best employee he ever had.

The man with the beat Jimmy T and the silly lil alien, Orbulon! With the former I just added some stars on his pants and also gave him melanin, because frankly the bright colors work better with darker skintones and the Mario cast is pale as milk, some variety is nice. for Orbulon I just put him in his human disguise's cute little minidress, because we stan a gender-non-conforming king. Fun trivia: Jimmy has beef with Waluigi over who has the better dance moves. They get along otherwise but if there's dancing happening it is ON. SIGHT.

Diamond Taxi's speed demons, Dribble and Spitz! I similarly didn't change much, just more detail on shoes, Dribble wearing his coveralls differently, and their earrings, which are actually their wedding rings, because look at me in the eyes and tell me these two aren't fucking. that's right you can't. Spitz finally got to publish his novel! It's doing better than Dribble expected.

Mad Scientist and Beleaguered Karaoke Robot Assistant Duo, Crygor and Mike! The levels at which Crygor is a cyborg vary SO OFTEN I just gave him the full helmet, a robotic left hand and a robotic foot. Mike I only changed up a smidge and changing his face to an LED display for better emoting. Still Penny's loving grandfather, he's gently trying to steer her towards a focus on the mechanics rather than chemistry, believing that she can achiever her idol dreams without having to rely on questionable homemade beverages. Mike on the other hand encourages to focus more on chemistry out of the selfish desire she can make a drink that will give HIM a perfect singing voice lol.

Nintendo Fanatics 9-Volt and 18-Volt! For fun I gave them the real names of Nikola and Edison. Now middle schoolers, they still enjoy skating and Nintendo games. I did the same with 18-Volt as what I did with Jimmy T. 9-Volt's helmet is more clearly a firefighter helmet - it's his dad's old model that he gifted to him.

And to finish it off, Kat and Ana! I wanted both of them to have more unique color palletes, and as a further distinction Kat has freckles. Like the rest they're a bit older, now elementary-school kids, and while he's not in this post they also get along a LITTLE better with Leo.

[ms-scarletwings]

Upon finishing S3//Ep2 of Moral Orel, “Innocence”, Orel’s morals finally clicked for me

As happens in a show this narratively rich, I looked around at some of the close-by chatter under comment sections. People were making these observations about how Orel seemingly just goes out of his way to interpret all of the lessons he’s given in the least charitable and most nonsensical way. Not an invalid view, and for the first good part of the show, you think this is just the function of an over the top comedic bit for the formula of each episode. It’s easy to ask how on earth a seemingly kind hearted, well meaning kid like this can be THAT devoid of the basic logical implications of what he hears, or any common moral intuition that virtually everyone has, right?

Orel’s not a stupid kid. But the entire problem with him up to the point thus far is that he legit DOES NOT in fact have that intuition we expect most people, even children to have. That knee-jerk repulsion to obviously harmful actions. That really vital sense of conscience. No, I don’t mean he’s some kind of psychopath. He has a bright and almost sickeningly sweet heart and it was part of how he broke the cycle despite everything. I mean that Orel has not had a coherent moral compass modeled to him through his earlier development. His ethical axioms are ALL rooted in divine command theory. To put it simply, he doesn’t believe “god is good”, he believes “goodness” itself is “what god says is good”. Most Christians, hell, most religious people generally do not literally, consciously operate in this way, and usually even the ones that do are (mostly) still functionally average people, because usually they were at least consistently conditioned to believe that axioms like human well-being are what God commands. To at least a fortunate degree, human empathy and socialization usually is allowed to and even encouraged to develop under mainstream religious upbringings.

You notice the glaring difference though when you see what happens to people who are molded entirely by Divine Command Theory and then become convinced that their God’s divine command is something that doesn’t happen to line up with conventionally good ideals, like those given earlier. This is what destructive cults do. This is what makes crusades. This is what causes anti-sodomy laws and stoning people to death for eating the wrong kind of fish or not wearing the right clothing to happen.

Understand that this is the hinge that Orel’s whole sense of right and wrong up to this point swings on. What it means is that this little boy can, and will, justify or excuse any and all directions given to him so long as he trusts the adult talking to him as someone who speaks for God. This combined with his craving for approval, plus the fact that he’s also had it drilled in his head to never question or doubt his elders’ wisdom makes for a child zealot that is dangerously easy to manipulate to do ANYTHING and with fanatical determination. It is less than no additional help that the Puppingtons (and the majority of the townsfolk) have never been golden examples for healthy social modeling, as well. Like, sure, he’s getting glimmers of actual goodness in there such as the Jesus loves you so love yourself and help thy neighbors messaging, but it’s being inconsistently contradicted by and juggled alongside at same hierarchical importance as “lessons” like beat the shit out of people who make fists, segregate the brown people, and be terrified of the same authority you expect safety and comfort from. Why on earth is it shocking that Orel seemingly has no sense of scale or priority when it comes to the rules? The rules he’s given are subject to constant and chaotic updates and are all treated with the same gravity. Follow X and you will be promised infinite reward. Disobey X and you will be met with infinite retribution. Not just even in a spiritual heaven and hell sense, but here in life too. Clay delivers the same punishment for getting hooked on crack or becoming a serial rapist that he does for the “sin” of using slang vernacular and meditating to relieve stress.

Everything that defines his life and virtues is a matter of constant anxiety and eagerness in order to appease a patriarchal tyrant that is portrayed as both ultimately benevolent and wise,

yet incredibly vindictive, sadistic, irrational, and petty.

And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that this description can equally apply to Moralton’s conception of God and a certain alcoholic father.

No kidding when I say that Orel has so little consistent input to actually steer him in the right direction that it’s incredibly sad, to the point where he’s extremely fortunate to actually have such an optimistic and compassionate inclination at all. It only seems ridiculous how he can’t see obvious suffering and even personal detriment as any red flags to hesitate or question an action, until you remember that he’s so been domestically broken by Clay and his church that his Pavlovian response to pain is either gratitude, mild inconvenience, or, masochistic euphoria.

Nonetheless, all of this only backfires on every adult in Moralton because the one thing they can’t control or account for 24/7 is exactly how he interprets what they say, even when he’s trying his best to follow their command. It’s like a twisted Amelia Bedelia situation with him that no one actually wants to deal with, even though they all (except Stephanie) collectively played a part in creating this monster.

Censordoll was the first one who was smart and ambitious enough to see the potential for Orel’s blind subservience to be weaponized, and of freaking course she was.

Thing is, you bet the ONLY reason she stopped was because she also lost control of him, and we all know what the consequence of that was. He unintentionally yet absolutely destroyed her in the only weak point she has, yet exactly like Clay did during the “turn the other cheek” incident, she trapped herself in a situation where she couldn’t swallow her own pride in the name of reversing the damage.

What I guess I’m explaining here is that Orel’s collection of constant shenanigans, unknowingly, yet effectively, is literally a manifestation of the community’s own complete moral bankruptcy biting them back in the ass, and possibly even a divine punishment for it, depending on how you interpret the writing. Which is a HELL of a phenomenal, subtle twist to his whole premise that doesn’t abandon the original joke/satire, but instead builds upon it and adds a chasm of depth and intention.

PRETTY GREAT, HUH?~

[onceuponapuffin]

Fanatic Intervention Part 19!!!

Okay SO, that last poll was insane. Everytime I tried to break the tie by calling in a friend, you all tied it again! Even after the poll ended! You talented lot, you. In the end, the only way I could think to do it, was to split the difference. AND SO we get a half-and-half situation. Honestly, I legit love the way all of you keep me on my toes. It makes writing this so much fun.

Alrighty then. Let's do this.

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The toilet seat art museum took more out of you than you thought. Anathema too, as it happens, because you find out very quickly that she snores. Not wanting to wake her up, you tuck your phone away so she can sleep in the quiet, and weirdly enough, her snoring becomes like white noise, and after a few minutes, you find yourself drifting off as well. It isn’t long before both humans are asleep, leaving the celestials to their own devices.

For a while, they continue on in silence. Well, “silence” is technically the wrong word, but the point is, they don’t talk. Crowley is driving, Aziraphale is in the passenger’s seat, and Sardis sits in the middle of the backseat. For a while, there is nothing except Anathema’s snoring. Honestly, they put up with the sound for a surprisingly long time.

Crowley’s patience runs out first. He needs to hear something that isn’t snoring, so he goes for the radio. Which, as it turns out, is a bit of a mistake. You see, the SUV has now had the benefit of Celestial Energy for a couple of days, and has started to wake up – slowly mind you. With you being in charge of the music with a playlist, it’s had some time to listen to a wide variety of music. It is now developing its own mind and its own taste. Remember that this is not the Bentley. The Bentley likes Queen. The SUV is a significantly younger model, and has decided it rather likes Taylor Swift. And when Crowley turns on the radio for the first time, it’s the equivalent of handing the car control of the playlist. So it decides to lead with Wildest Dreams, which, for those unfamiliar, goes like this:

He said “Let’s get out of this town,

Drive out of the city, away from the crowds.”

I thought “Heaven can’t help me now”

Nothing lasts forever

But this is gonna take me down

He’s so tall, and handsome as Hell

He’s so bad, but he does it so well.

I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is

Crowley slams the OFF button, intentionally with more force than necessary. Finally, after days of forcing them to listen to your songs, the brainrot is spreading.

“Are you alright there, Crowley?” Aziraphale asks gently.

“Fine, Angel,” Crowley mutters through gritted teeth, “Just remind me to throw that human’s blasted phone out the window next chance I get.”

“As long as they are also willing to play my symphonies, I will do no such thing.”

Crowley humphs, and settles back down. Sardis is smiling in the back seat. He waits a moment before speaking.

“So how long have the two of you been together?” he asks. Crowley swerves, but Aziraphale grabs the steering wheel to hold the car steady. Aziraphale gives Crowley a chastising look.

“Crowley, do get a hold of yourself dear, the humans are sleeping.”

“Why should I care?” he growls, definitely because he is a demon and definitely not because if the humans were to wake up there would be a buffer so they wouldn’t have this conversation. Definitely.

Aziraphale sighs. “We’re not, I’m afraid,” he says, “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Can’t fool me, sunshine. I’ve been around too.”

“Can I at least throw him out the window?” Crowley mutters. Aziraphale ignores him.

“It’s best not to discuss it,” he says instead to Sardis, “Rather a dangerous topic.”

Sardis hums to himself thoughtfully. “I mean, we’re staring the end of the world in the face,” he says, “But sure.” And he leaves it there. Silence returns. Actual silence, as Anathema has finally stopped snoring. Suddenly the air feels thick and uncomfortable. Aziraphale clears his throat.

“It’s very kind of you to be helping us,” Aziraphale tries.

“Yeah well,” Sardis says with a shrug, “Not exactly keen on the world ending. I’d rather not go to Heaven OR Hell if I can help it.”

“Oh come now, Heaven’s not all that bad.”

“You ever been?” Sardis asks with a chuckle. Crowley snorts a laugh despite himself. “There, you see,” Sardis says, pointing at the demon, “He gets it.” Aziraphale sits back with a harumph, and decides that staring out the window is the better option after all.

This time the silence lasts another hour at least. The sky is darkening, the stars appearing over the sparse Texas landscape. Out here in the middle of practically nowhere, the sky is hardly sleeping. There are millions of stars out here. Far from the light pollution they even have different colours, and there is a faint white swipe across the sky – the Milky Way Galaxy, visible to the naked eye from one of its own resident planets. Dear Reader, if ever you get a chance to get away away from the light pollution, do so. It is breathtaking.

At least, it is until Anathema snorts and grumbles awake.

“My neck hurts,” she complains, still half asleep. She blinks herself into a more-coherent state. “If we don’t pull over so I can get a good sleep, I will curse every single one of you.” She rolls her head to the other side and mutters “I will. I know how.”

The celestials look at each other.

“I think,” Aziraphale says, “That perhaps resting for the night would be a good thing.”

Crowley nods, if only because he doesn’t want to test Anathema’s threat. It doesn’t take long for them to find a convenient motel conveniently located just off the road they are currently on. Conveniently. Because I say so.

This is also when you wake up. You’re groggy and sore, but the lights of the motel bring you out from the lull of sleep, and as soon as your brain realizes you are at a motel, you wake up fast. Why? Because you are at a motel. While on a mission to save the world. Your fan-brain is already going at a hundred miles an hour by the time Crowley parks. You practically jump out of the car. Does this place have a weird gimmick or theme? Does it have a pool? A sketchy lobby? Local supernatural lore?? You have questions and you need to know. But, ah, not alone. At a random sketchy motel. In the middle of nowhere. At night. So you hesitate and wait for everyone else to get themselves together and exit the vehicle. Crowley pops the trunk so you can go get your bag, and by the time you get back, Sardis and Aziraphale are already gone – checking you all in, no doubt.

Under the questionable fluorescent lights, you can see a wooden gate. Well, I mean...curiosity such and such, right? You saunter over, and peek between the boards. It looks like...Yes! A pool! Will you be swimming in it? Absolutely not. Are you excited that this place has one anyway? Absolutely yes.

“Okay,” Sardis calls behind you. You turn around and see him waving a card key against a door. “I’m all set. Good night folks!” You wave to him as he disappears into his room and the door clicks shut behind him. Aziraphale walks to the next room and opens it with a similar card key. You follow. Honestly, you’re expecting him to have expanded the room into another Royal Suite or something, but when you follow him into the room you find...a normal motel room with two beds. Oh, this is excellent. You turn to face Crowley and Aziraphale with a huge smile on your face.

“I am not sharing a bed with either of you,” You declare, “Because you,” You point at Aziraphale, “Will definitely be awake all night reading with the light on. And you” You point at Crowley “Are exactly the type to take all the blankets. I will share with Anathema because we actually need to sleep. SO as far as YOU TWO are concerned – THERE’S ONLY ONE BED!!” You stand there with your hands on your hips. You are triumphant. You have won. There is only one bed. A fan’s dream! Fanfiction trope come to life! Everything seems possible and wonderful for a moment…

Until Aziraphale hands you another card key.

“You and Miss Device are in the room next door,” he says. Damn. Logic. You deflate really quickly and take the key with a huff. As you approach the door, you turn to look at them over your shoulder.

“I hope you share anyway,” You mutter, before you exit.

The room next door is identical. Anathema, apparently, is able to fall asleep pretty quickly, but you can’t settle your brain that easily. So you may or may not spend some time trying that trick where you put a glass up against the wall to try and hear what’s on the other side. Not that you want to snoop, but, well, yeah okay you want to snoop a little. Unfortunately it doesn’t work, so you give up and watch tik tok on your phone instead. Your battery hasn’t needed recharging since you started hanging out with supernatural entities. Funny, that. Between Tik Tok, Reddit, and Tumblr, you’re able to eventually wear out your brain enough to make closing your eyes a good call. And from there you fall back asleep with no issue.

And yes, Dear Reader, Crowley and Aziraphale did share a bed. Just so you know.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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For the ask game, Oliver Wood!

How I feel about this character

Who wouldn't love his utter fanatical devotion to winning school sports games that ultimately don't actually affect that much? They only thing Harry ever got that enthusiastic about was Draco Malfoy. If Harry had been that into Horcrux hunting the main plot of book 7 would've been over by chapter 5 and the rest could've been devoted to the 8th year drarry fic of our dreams. Remember the time Harry almost died in a Quidditch game and Oliver tried to drown himself in the showers...because they lost?

Or remember this moment:

Hilarious and iconic. I feel like this video captures him perfectly lolol.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I...don't really. In my head Oliver's true love is Quidditch lol. Although I would be deeply entertained by a fake dating AU in which he seduces Marcus Flint to try to learn about the Slytherin team's strategy for the Quidditch season and then it's left ambiguous in the end whether they've actually caught feelings for each other or have expanded their Qudditch rivalry to new levels... (25 years into their marriage all their friends and acquaintances are still not sure and also are not entirely convinced they aren't actually doing a Bit but are too afraid to ask).

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I just think it would be so funny to know more about the absolute chaos that must have ensued from him sharing a dormitory with Percy. Just imagine Percy insisting on total peace and quiet while he studies vs Wood up at all hours making Quidditch models. I feel like they'd either get along really well by terrifying everyone else into giving them the space to themselves to work on their respective Very Important Projects TM or else they'd constantly be fighting. Or maybe they alternated. Either way. Peak content potential.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't think I have any. Comment your spiciest Oliver Wood takes lol.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Can you imagine if we got to see Wood's reaction to Luna's Quidditch commentary?

[autolenaphilia]

Fuck Chromium (and that includes Brave and Vivialdi)

I have made multiple posts about why you should use Firefox, and of course I get the reply "not all chromium browsers are bad, they are not all as evil as Chrome." And sure, browsers who use the chromium code are not required to do all the shady things that Google does with it.

Still, I think it's bad that chromium-based browsers are getting close to total market dominance. By this point it has made Google's competitors like Microsoft and Opera drop their own unique proprietary browser engines for chromium. Browsers are becoming a fucking monoculture at this point. And Chromium becoming the browser code base of choice empowers Google, since they are the ones who mainly develop, maintain and fund its code. It means supporting them in their quest to become an internet monopoly that can do things like drm the web itself.

So let me be clear: you are still supporting google by using chromium-based browsers. By helping out in making chromium the de facto standard for browsers, you are giving google power. They are the ones driving chromium development, they will set the standards. And those standards will be in Google's favor. They are an ad company, their goal is to kill off adblockers by making them impossible to use, first with manifest v3 for extensions and now WEI, their web drm.

Brave is a joke.

The supposed "good guy" chromium browsers people recommend are actually shady as shit.

The one i see recommended the most is Brave, and it's fucking terrible. For one thing, it is funded by right-wing techbro Brendan Eich. He was Mozilla CEO for some time, but then people found he was a massive homophobe who funded campaigns against marriage equality, and Mozilla forced him to resign. And that's why he created Brave. That's who you are supporting by using Brave.

It runs off chromium because that's the easy and lazy choice for a browser. And it's literally funded through cryptocurrency, probably the negative environmental impact is a plus in Eich's book. And its adblocker runs off the same dishonest business model as adblock plus does, it will not block ads if advertisers pay them for the privilege. This betrayal of the users is opt-in at least, and you get paid for watching ads, but it's in the aforementioned worthless crypto beans. Brave is a joke.

Vivaldi and the importance of open-source

And then there's Vivaldi, it's a freeware proprietary browser run by a for-profit company, which alone should scare you off it.

"If you aren't paying for it, you are not the customer, you are the product" is a phrase that sometimes unfairly gets applied to open source projects to dismiss them. If it's open source and either community-run or run by a non-profit foundation like the Open document foundation for Libreoffice and or the Mozilla foundation for Firefox/Thunderbird, you are safe even if it's free.

But that phrase 100% applies to free products from for-profit corporations. These companies need to make profits at some point for for their shareholders, and if it is not from selling goods or services, it comes from things like selling your user's data or "attention".

That applies to Vivaldi, who makes big promises about how they will respect their users privacy and never sell their data. But promises mean nothing, Google also says they respect your privacy. And the thing is, Vivaldi is closed source. Not entirely, ironically the bits they got from Google's chromium are open source, but other parts of their code is closed-source. And what that means is, they can make any and all promises about what their browser's code does and there is nobody except Vivaldi that can check if their code actually fulfils those promises. Only Vivaldi has access to that code.

I'm no open-source fanatic, like I don't care if some random game i install and play is closed-source, as long as it is from a credible developer. But open-source is important for security and privacy, because that means someone else other than the company who develops the program can vet it's code for vulnerabilities and privacy violations. Your browser and e-mail client (vivaldi has an e-mail client too) should be open-source for your own safety, because those programs handle sensitive data like your passwords or your e-mails. Closed-source is not more secure, since Kerckhoff's principle applies to digital security and privacy.

And Vivaldi by being proprietary software fails that test. Their own justification is that being closed-source is "their first line of defense, to prevent other parties from taking the code and building an equivalent browser (essentially a fork) too easily." It's the same hypocritical argument that Red Hat used to justify making their Enterprise Linux distro closed-source. "It's fine if we use chromium's code to build our own browser, and expressly for making an Opera clone (that's the literal point of Vivaldi, that's why the name is a music reference), but if someone does the same with our product, they're evil." It's nauseating and alone justification to distrust Vivaldi as it is crying out to be trusted.

Listen to some Antonio Vivaldi instead, his music slaps. And install Firefox and Thunderbird instead.

[808airsoftbros]

Along For The Ride (Nakamura Kazuha)

Author: Just a oneshot story from one of my Wattpad books. Also if you want to see more of my works check out my Masterlist.

Y/N's POV

Washing my brand-new 2022 Ford GT that I've recently picked up a couple of weeks ago, and I've already fallen in love with it as it was my dream car since childhood.

Even though I live in Japan and some car fanatics find it odd that I bought an American sports car instead of Japanese models like Nissan or Toyota.

But it's whatever, I've made some modifications to the exhaust pipes and added a spoiler making it look more badass.

While power washing the windshield I heard my phone ringing, quickly finishing up cleaning the windshield, I set aside the gun and looked at the screen to see my good friend Mina calling me.

"Yes, Minari?" I greeted as I continue washing my car.

"Hey, Y/N/N, you coming to the car show tonight?" She asked.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"Well, thought I might want to tell you this, the famous rookie Idol and member of Le Sserafim is coming to the show!" She informed me and I raised an eyebrow.

"Who are you referring to?" I asked.

"Nakamura Kazuha," She answered and my eyes widened.

"W-What?!" I exclaimed and I heard her giggle over the phone.

"That's right~! Momo and Sana are coming along as well and since we're all Idols, could give you a chance to talk to her!" She replied and I sighed.

"U sure that's fine, Minari?" I asked.

"Of course, it's fine, you're our friend!" She assured.

"H-Haha, alright then, see you at the car show, Minari!" I said my goodbyes.

"Yeah, see ya there~!" She replied before hanging up.

Jeez, who knew my ult bias in Kpop would be there at a car show tonight...? That means that I have to make sure my GT is presentable at her best so I won't make myself look like a fool.

Anyway, I finish power washing my car, drying it using a microfiber cloth to remove any fingerprints and some water stains left from the hose.

After doing a final check on the bodywork, everything looked to be ready to go for the show, and I couldn't wait to see the look on Sana's face as she is not aware that I bought a Ford GT.

When it was around five in the afternoon, I take the car keys, open the door, hop inside the driver's seat, insert the keys into the ignition switch, and hear the magnificent sound of the engine starting.

Hearing the loud roar coming from the exhaust and engine running was like music to my ears even though it does piss off my neighbors but that's not important right now.

Taking off the parking brake, I roll down to the street and drive out of the neighborhood to the main road.

The drive was about fifteen minutes until I arrived at the big ass parking lot in the mall and seeing all the Nissan GTRs and Toyota Supras and all sorts of cars was a sight to see.

When I rolled in with my Ford GT, the photographers began taking pictures of my car from all angles and everyone was checking it out but I didn't mind.

Pulling in front of the girl's cars, they were all astonished except for Mina since she was there the day I picked it up.

"Oppa, is this your car?" Momo asked and I got out of the car.

"Yep," I answered and I locked the doors using the keys.

"Do you know how much that model cost nowadays?!" Sana asked and I nodded.

"What can I say? Running that online business really paid off," I answered.

"Wah, so trading stocks really does work..." Sana replied.

"If you have the right cards that is," I mentioned.

Discussing my work in the trade market, everyone else was preparing their cars for presentation, I heard a loud roaring of an engine and I turn around to see a Red 2017 Acura NSX pulling up into the parking lot.

Once the Acura NSX was parked, the doors opened revealing a man in formal attire and Nakamura Kazuha herself.

"Uhm, Minari, who is that guy?" I curiously asked.

"You've never heard of him? That is Jay Nam he's Kazuha's rich boyfriend, he runs a trading business like you do but he's a bit arrogant since he makes ten times the amount of money our band makes in a year." She explained.

"Jay Nam, huh? Damn, that is surely a nice ride," I replied.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you all for taking the time to come here and showing off your babies to everyone!" Jay thanked everyone.

With their arms locked to each other, I can't help but envy him as he's literally dating my dream girl and my ult bias.

"Now to start off, I can't help but admire all of your masterpieces that you've all brought here tonight! As you all may know, I am your host and founder of this event... Jay Nam!" He introduced himself and everyone cheered.

"But tonight! This isn't just going to be any other car show the likes you've ever seen, I will also be hosting races and a competition to see who's the best of the best!" He announced making everyone excited.

Damn, this Jay Nam guy really knows what gets us car fanatics siked and happy, maybe he isn't so bad after all...

"Wait a second...? A Ford GT? Now that is a first, although it is a nice-looking sports car but what's an American sports car doing all the way out here?" He asked.

Okay, I take back everything I just said about him... He really is arrogant like Minari warned...

"Ahem, getting to the point, who is excited about some races?!" Kazuha barged in and everyone cheered once more.

Seeing Jay glaring at her, Kazuha ignored him, and they stepped off the stage but I could actually hear them argue about something.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Do you have any idea this could hurt your image?!" Kazuha angrily asked.

"I should be asking you the same! How about you let me handle this and stay out of my way!" He angrily replied.

"Do they always argue like this?" I curiously asked and she nodded.

"Yep," She simply answered.

When they were finished arguing, Kazuha walked away from Jay making him deeply sigh and he slowly approached me.

"Are you the owner of this American trash?" He mockingly asked and I crossed my arms.

"Yes, why?" I asked in a monotone voice.

"Haha. Out of all the sports cars in the industry, you seriously went with a Ford GT?" He asked and I grinned.

"Don't be so smug, Jay, remember the Ford GT is the car that beat Ferrari in Le Mans," I mentioned and he chuckled.

"Oh, you poor thing, my Acura NSX can go a lot faster than any Ferrari not to mention Ford," He replied.

"You wanna bet on that?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow.

"I'm listening..." He said.

"How about this? If I beat you in a race, you have to get on your knees and admit that Ford is better than Acura in front of the whole crowd," I proposed and he chuckled.

"You've got some spirit, kid, I'll give you that... But if I win, you'll have to be my butler and I'll get to fuck my girlfriend along with your other girlfriends in front of you!" He explained and I grinned.

"It's a deal then," I agreed making everyone go woah.

Walking away from Jay without saying a word, I felt my arm being tugged and I turned around to see Kazuha with a worried look.

"Oh... Uhm, h-hey Kazuha," I nervously greeted.

"You're a fool, you know that?" She asked and I was lost for words.

"W-What?" I asked and she sighed.

"You really shouldn't have taken that deal with Jay, he's never once lost a race, and believe me there are others that tried and they lost. I've seen what happened to them and trust me... You don't want to be one of them." She warned and I nodded.

"Maybe so, but I'm not going to let an arrogant shithead like him beat me in a race, I've made my word Kazuha, and I'm certainly not going to back down now," I replied and she nodded.

"Fine, have it your way then," She said before walking away.

When the race track was all set, Jay and I pulled up behind the starting line, the grid girl stood between our cars and explained the rules and the entire track we must follow.

Holding the green flag high in the air, we started our engines, and the second she signals the start of the race, we sped off into the distance.

At first, Jay went in front of me, I shifted to the next gear increasing the power to the engine and I started to catch up.

When our cars met side by side, he glared at me for a second and put the pedal to the metal but I wasn't going to let him get away.

Shifting to the next gear, again increasing the power and speed, we drifted around the turns and I did them flawlessly as Jay did the same.

We were halfway toward the finish line and the race began to grow more intense as we kept increasing speed but I had to be careful to reduce RPM as I drift otherwise I'll spin out and crash.

But I can see Jay was starting to get a bit cocky with his drifting skills as he spun out at a turn because he was going too fast. Didn't Kazuha say he's one of the best drivers in the country?

Anyway, when we are approaching the finish line, we put in full power to the engines and shift the gears to the max.

Right when we crossed the finish line, it was pretty much at the same time causing everyone to gasp and we hit the brakes putting our cars at a halt.

We both get out of our vehicles with Jay giving me a deadly look claiming that he crossed the line first but I argued that I crossed it first and we argued for God knows how long until Kazuha and the others broke us up.

Waiting at the parking lot as the racing officials and the camera crew playback the footage determining who won the race and it's been nearly half an hour and felt like an eternity with the anxiety and pressure.

"We have a winner!" One of the crew announced.

"With just barely an inch to spare... The victor of this race goes to... Jang Y/N!" The crewmember announced and everyone clapped and cheered.

Left speechless that I'd actually defeated Jay Bitch in a race, he was left in utter humiliation and embarrassment, and based on the look on his face, he wasn't going to give up easily.

"This is bullshit! I want to watch that footage for myself!" Jay demanded.

"Sorry, Jay, but we've fully reviewed everything in the footage and we determined that Jang Y/N has won fair and square and you are just being a sore loser," He replied and he grabbed him by the collar.

"Nobody calls me a sore loser! Nobody!" Jay angrily said.

It didn't take long until the parking lot security stepped into the situation and forced Jay to let go of him but he somehow managed to push them all away.

Everyone backed away in fear, Jay goes into his car, takes out a metal baseball bat before going to my Ford GT and swinging the bat onto the windshield until it shattered into pieces.

Immediately, I stopped that maniac from causing more damage to my car by grabbing the bat and kicking him in the stomach.

Raising my fist, I punched him in the face as hard as I could causing him to lose his grip on the bat, and I got a hold of it before finishing him off by swinging at his head knocking him out cold.

"Go smoke a dick, Jay Bitch..." I said before spitting on his face and tossing the bat on the ground and Kazuha walked up to him.

"Consider me your ex-girlfriend, you were a great man, Jay, but now look at you..." Kazuha mentioned before sighing.

"How long have you two been dating?" I curiously asked.

"About a couple of years, he was once kind and caring toward others which is the reason why I fell for him that was until he started his online marketing business. He became greedy, selfish, and arrogant. I've been thinking about leaving him for a while now and I'm a fool for not doing so sooner." She explained.

After that whole fiasco was over, the tow truck came to tow my car to take it to the body shop to replace the broken windshield and I knew it wasn't gonna be cheap.

Leaving me with no ride to get back to my house, Mina drove me back to my house, she couldn't help but feel sorry but I assured her that it was fine since beating up Jay was a good enough compensation.

The next day, when it was morning, I finished showering, I was eating breakfast at my dining table until I heard the doorbell ringing.

Getting up from my chair, I walked up to the front door, looked through the peephole, and I was shocked to see Kazuha standing on my porch so I opened the door.

"How did you find me?" I asked and she smiled.

"I simply asked Mina-Unnie for your address just to deliver this," She answered before handing over an envelope and a signed album.

"What's all of this for?" I asked.

"For the damages to your car, should be more than enough to cover the bill and you can keep the rest and the album as an apology gift." She answered.

"A-Are you sure?" I nervously asked and she nodded.

"Yes, of course! Also, I never thought you had it in you... You're the first guy to ever publicly humiliate Jay. From what I heard, all of his buyers are calling off their contracts so it's only a matter of time before goes into bankruptcy." She explained.

"Looks like I've made history, the Ford GT not only beats Ferrari but also Acura, something to add to the books," I jokingly replied and she giggled.

"It would seem so, it was nice talking to you but I gotta go now, my manager is waiting for me in the car," She said and I nodded.

"Well, it was sweet meeting my ultimate bias, and thank you for the money," I thanked her and she smiled before waving goodbye.

Walking away to the SUV parked in front of my driveway, she gets inside the passenger seat and the SUV drives out of the neighborhood.

Going back inside my house, I take a looked at the signed album of all the members of Le Sserafim which made me smile as it was quite thoughtful of her.

Opening the envelope using the letter cutter, as expected, there was over five grand which made me choke as this was a fuck ton of money to give to some random fan like myself.

But there wasn't just money inside the envelope, there was a handwritten letter that obviously, Kazuha wrote herself, and I read it.

Hey Y/N,

I wrote this letter to formally apologize for my ex-boyfriend's actions of vandalizing your car over losing the race between the two of you last night. Inside this envelope should be at least five thousand US dollars and that should be more than enough to cover the replacement of your front windshield.

Oh, and one more thing... If you ever want someone to talk to... Call me (Insert Phone Number)

Sincerely, Nakamura Kazuha ;)

After finished reading her letter, I can't help but blush as Kazuha gave me her phone number, and I can already guess that Mina and her friends are going to relentlessly tease me.

But I know this for certain... This could lead to something more interesting...

[crossdreamers]

The Statue of Liberty is "a Dude" Now? Really?

The stupidity of American transphobes knows no bounds. Talk show host Joe Rogan and his guest Sam Tripoli now argue that the Statue of Liberty is an image of the ancient god Mithras, basically turning the statue into a drag queen with fake breasts.

Back in the real world the statue was made by the French sculptor Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi. He was inspired by the Roman goddess of liberty, Libertas.

According to some, the face was modeled after that of Augusta Charlotte Beysser Bartholdi, the sculptor's mother, although others deny this.

What we do know is that he gave Liberty an austere face and a strong, uncomplicated silhouette, so that it would be easy to see for immigrants coming in from the sea side.

So why would it make sense for right wing extremists to associate the Statue of Liberty with Mithras?

Xenophobia, transphobia and misogyny combined

There are probably several reasons here.

One is that presenting the statue as a heathen god, will trigger fear in religious fanatics. After all, there have been those who have found the reference to Libertas disturbing, even though Christian artists have used ancient gods and goddesses as allegories of Christian virtues since ancient times.

Another is that presenting the statue as someone they see as a transgender woman, will link the statue to the rampant transphobia we find in these circles.

If a strong independent woman can be presented as a man, you weaken the idea that women can be free and powerful.

Moreover, given that this crowd normally make active use of historical symbols to affirm white supremacy, it does make sense to ridicule this statue, as it was built to welcome immigrants.

There is a 1903 bronze plaque located in the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty, which says:

 "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

The poem, "The New Colossus", is a sonnet by American poet Emma Lazarus (1849–1887). She wrote the poem in 1883 to raise money for the construction of a pedestal for the Statue of Liberty. Hers are not sentiments shared by the fascist MAGA movement.

See also: Joe Rogan is now 'transvestigating' the Statue of Liberty, because of course he is

[duncneydivorce]

The upcoming Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver series includes a promising bit in the preview that I have a lot of thoughts about:

“Above all, they are twins who look out for each other. So when Wanda receives a letter from the recently deceased Magneto that would upset Pietro, she burns the letter before her brother can read it.

But her choice drives them apart at the worst possible time”

It seems this series is going to take a more unconventional route where Wanda creates conflict between the two. Not that I think this is OOC, on the contrary, I think it’s a very interesting and often overlooked part of their relationship.

Pietro was always more imposing and vocal about it, but Wanda is equally as protective of her brother as he is of her. And she has made mistakes for this too just as he has.

But before I can go any further into that we need context.

After surviving a childhood of extreme racism and their saviour’s indoctrination (who also turned them into highly profiled criminals), the twins find themselves at the mercy of public opinion. Cap’s Kooky Quartet may have saved them from being convicted, but it’s not enough for them to simply do superhero work, they must earn the mantle of superhero (the idea of what makes someone a superhero and who get the be the verdict is already a very loaded notion that I won’t expand on but it’s worth being conscious of this here). In order to be accepted the twins are essentially marketed as the ‘American Dream’; a couple of impoverished immigrants who worked their way up to success, a pair of misguided misfits who needed the guidance of the all American Captain America. Their relationship with Steve IS meaningful and important to their ability to become heroes but it’s not because he ‘turned them around’, rather by simply giving them accommodation, resources and opportunities they’ve never had access to in their lives. But that’s not what the majority see, to them the Maximoff’s are a rehabilitation project that’s a testament to their society’s benevolence. It's a similar kind of rancid vibe as those mission trips in Africa. They are tokenized and tolerated only when the narrative forced on them feeds the white superamcist ego.

And most importantly, this tolerance is completely conditional.

While the two do have genuine fondness for their time on the team, their livelihood as Avengers cannot be divorced from this groundwork. In fact, multiple Avengers stories from their early days delve into the complicated relationship they have with this fact (and no this is not an ‘Avengers are cops’ rhetoric, joining the Avengers literally saved them from a more punitive judgement from the criminal justice system).

When Pietro voices very real concerns about this we see Wanda undermine him. When he learns of his wife’s infidelity her first reaction is to convince him to forgive her and move on. There’s another moment and for the life of me I can’t find the panel but after some brief reflection Wanda admits she may have been rash to dismiss Pietro as fanatic.

All of this does come from her love and protectiveness for her brother but it also comes from a very real trauma and fear.

Before I go on let me clarify, Wanda has never been a self hating minority. I mean the whole reason she called herself Scarlet Witch is because she was reclaiming a stereotype her persecutors used against her. Nor has she ever been an obedient damsel without independence. Since her very debut she has been a character with agency, while Pietro can be chauvinistic at times her relationship with her brother has always been the one of equals, and fighting for her autonomy (usually against literal demons) is one of the major recurring themes in her evolution.

That being said, it’s worth examining the conflicting self-repression that’s followed Wanda since the very beginning. She and pietro both understandably reacted in extremes and where he grew abrasive and restless, she could show a tendency to something akin to a model minority complex at times (remember her livelihood literally depended on advertising her as one at a certain point). There is room for a longer and more thorough analysis on this but to keep it brief and to the point I want to highlight specifically the way she has projected this onto Pietro. Again, the both of them have made their own mistakes, hurt themselves, each other and others for this, but while we have seen stories allow growth for pietro’s mistreatment towards Wanda over this, the inverse has been mostly forgotten. Until now it seems.

Wanda and Pietro have come a very long way and I trust Orlando to treat Wanda as a character who has made mistakes and who’s flaws lie in her compassion. His run was heavily dedicated to acknowledging the harm her actions have done to others in the past without letting it hold her back and acknowledging how she was victimised in those situations. What I’m more sceptical of is his understanding of where that trauma comes from, because there was no meaningful examination of this so far. Wanda is a displaced refugee with violent experiences of racism and poverty. The Avengers was more than a team to her, it was a sanctuary. An extremely precarious one. She was also like.. a teenager when this was thrusted on her. It’s completely reasonable that as she grew into herself she would struggle with respectability politics and would project this onto her brother who’s indignation often isolated himself.

I’m not expecting Orlando to write critical race theory or anything but since it seems an important part of the story will lie in addressing this particular contention between the twins then personally I feel what will make or break this series will be whether Orlando can communicate this. We know he’s AWARE of their heritage and origin and is consciously trying to include it in how they are represented in his work so I’m choosing to be optimistic but I guess only time will tell.

[cfcalcaraz]

Hi there, could u maybe write about mason dating a celebrity that was his crush no one knows about the relationship just yet, mason feels as if she doesn't want to let the world know that they're dating because he really wants to let everyone knows she's his right now, so they have an argument about it she tells hims that he isn't a secret but she likes to keep her love life private, although he said he understands but she can't seem to shack off the idea of mason being a bit disappointed so she attends one of his games and let everyone know she posts "supporting my bf" something like that on her socials and mason is over the moon that now he can let everyone know what she is to him.

Sorry It's a bit long I didn't know how to summarize the idea.😬

mastermind - mm

summary: you and Mason had been secretly dating for nearly a year now and he starts getting a little bit impatient..

author: this request sparked many ideas, so lemme know if y’all want a part 2 to this!

warnings: angst fs

you woke up to the sound of Mason freaking out after he had realized he’d slept in. “baby, what’s wrong?”. you rolled over to face him as you could barely even open your eyes. “y/n! you’re late for the shoot!”. it took you a second to process what he had just said but as soon as you wrapped your head around it, you shot up from the bed and hurried over to the restroom.

you rushed to take a quick body shower, thanking yourself for the full body shower you’d had the night before. as you walked out of the shower, you looked at the time, 6:57 am; you weren’t too late, you thought. you could still make it to Vogue shoot before 8:00 pm you told yourself as you calmed down a bit.

after eating the granola bar Mason had brought over to you, you brushed your teeth and did some natural make up knowing you’d probably have to take it off when you got there anyways. “hey Mase, could you please start my car for me, baby?”. London was still quite chilly these days, you’d missed the States dearly on these kinds of days. Mason shouted back something you couldn’t really hear but you just assumed he’d said yes or something along the lines of that.

”y/n, your car isn’t starting for some reason”. fuck, could this day get any worse, you thought. you walked over to the garage to check up on what was going on; it seemed like the battery needed to be changed. fuck. you stood there thinking about what you could possibly do. “i think i’m gonna call an uber, Mase”. Mason turns to you with an odd-looking expression. “why on earth can’t i just drive you there?”. he seemed pretty upset, but you were simply not ready to announce your relationship to the world. “you know I can’t do that”, you replied, “the pops will be there, our names are gonna be all over the headlines”. you tried reassuring him that it was just because of that but he was not having it. “all because you don’t wanna be seen with me in public, you’re willing to be late to your shoot? that’s just pathetic, y/n”. he walked back inside the house, not wanting to carry on the conversation that had begun.

you and Mason had met through a mutual friend at a new year’s party a little bit over a year ago. or so you’d thought. little did you know, Mason had been head over heels for you since your modeling career debut. after seeing you at Paris fashion week one year, the first thing he did when he went home was look up your socials. although he never had the guts to shoot his shot, and he often saw you on drama sites being photographed with different men each week; he still paid attention to you from afar. and oh boy did the other Chelsea boys know about this little crush of his. so when they saw you at the party, they practically forced Mason to approach you. and little did Mason know, the y/n y/l/n was a little bit of a football fanatic herself.

ever since that day, you guys had just naturally clicked. you guys went on multiple dates and always had the best time together. you both met each of your families and closest friends, but there was still one thing that had always left your relationship in suspense. you weren’t ready to announce it to the world. and although Mason had pretended to not care, deep down it definitely got to him sometimes.

after the shoot, some of your close friends, Kendall and Gigi, had asked you if you wanted to go out for drinks with them. but you had to refuse, the fight from this morning still not allowing you to think properly.

as your uber dropped you off, you noticed Mason’s car in the driveway, verifying that he’d still been at home. you went inside the house and washed up before you went looking for Mason. after not much effort, you found him in his gaming room playing Fifa with his boys. you went inside the room and sat down on the couch nearby him. he looked over at you and you singled with your eyes for him to get off the call as you mouthed ‘we need to talk’. “alright guys, i’ve got to go.” he exited the game and took off his headset.

he turned his chair over to face you. “what’s the deal, y/n?”. you looked at him confused, “what?”. he chuckled back at you. “is this really what it’s gonna be like for us for the rest of time? you being approached by several men at bars, us not being able to go out publicly as a couple, and all my friends asking me if it’s even real between us?”. it was obvious that he wanted to change around this situation. “baby, you know it’s not like tha-“. he cut you off. “okay? then what is it like? cause before us, you were fine going out with all those guys, what’s different about me?”. at this moment, you felt awful for the way you were making him feel, but he had no right to use that against you. “Mason, are you calling me a fucking slut? Jesus”.

“you know exactly what i meant by that, y/n, stop playing dumb. i just wanna be with you and show you off everywhere i go. i wanna be able to take you out on real dates, have you cheering for me in the stands when i’m playing, and post silly pictures with you. i just don’t understand why everything has to be so private”. that was a lot to take in. although you know you love him, if you’re not able to give him what he deserves, you two should see other people. “Mason, i think we should break up”. “y/n.. what? that’s not what i meant at all”. you had to do it, it just isn’t working anymore. “no Mason, you’re right. you deserve so much better and i can’t give you that right now so we’re better off seeing other people”.

you couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore, scared you’d start balling if you did. “no baby, you don’t mean that. y/n, i know you don’t want to do this..please”. you could no longer stand the sight of Mason begging you to stay with him, one look into his eyes and you knew you were about to break. “i’m sorry, Mase”. your voice cracked as tears began to flow down, but you’d walked away just quick enough for Mason to not notice. “y/n! wait!”. you refused to look back.

you grabbed your coat and walked out of the house, into your car. you drove off to who knows where. you could barely see anything through the tears flowing down your face. even though you’d been the one to leave him, a little bit of you hoped he had chased after you. 

[apostacism]

In regards to Solas' 'mirroring', I think there's the implication there that he's 'mirroring' your supposed attitude based on your choices. If you choose the Templars, you're siding with the people who think they have the authority of god and if you declare the inquisition for faith, then YOU think YOU have the authority of god. Not to argue, but to present a different perspective that supports the mirroring thing, because I always saw this as him going 'oh you're a pompous ass like all other chantry folk I've met' and he DOES have differing opinions, of course. But I do think his ATTITUDE about the differing opinions changes based on what kind of person he thinks you are. Like, if you respectfully disagree he might disapprove, but as long as you're actually asking questions, making decisions that look like you're a good, humble person who's trying to save the world and not a religious fanatic prick from his perspective, you can usually at least not get a low rating. I think a lot of this issue might've been fixed if there WERE neutral approval scenes in everything. It would've mimicked a level of nuance that we now lack, showing that if you're not a raging asshole, he won't treat you like one, but also won't absolutely adore you. Still, being divisive is more likely to garner attention. But all this to say, he's not just mirroring you from a position of exact and perfect neutrality. He's mirroring based on what he thinks of the world and what his perspective is. He associates chantry people, in power, with pomposity. He associates their entire faith with grabbing for power. So it makes sense to me, from that angle, that when you make those choices and it has nothing to do with pride from YOUR perspective, that from Solas's, it does. He doesn't have a lot of spirit powers anymore, from what we can tell. Just fadewalking and some other stuff. He can't feel the way Cole can, so far as we can see. So he probably has to rely on his preconceived notions, eyes, ears. You don't have to answer, just wanted to give you something to chew on if you're amenable.

The thing is that you're not describing mirroring, you're describing prejudice. "Solas associates Chantry people in power with pomposity and therefore responds to a faithful PC with hauteur" would not be Solas mirroring the PC, it would be Solas showing bias about the PC.

To say that someone is "mirroring" when they reflect their own interiority is to make "mirroring" meaningless as a description of behavior. Everyone is 100% of the time acting from their own preconceptions and mental models of the world. We are responding to other people based on what we know and believe. That's just being a person. Mirroring, specifically, is patterning after something the other person is doing - gesture, attitude, tone of voice - not something you believe about the other person.

When Trick Weekes says Solas mirrors, they describe mirroring accurately - their statement is that if you come to Solas in a spirit of humility, he's quick to tell you how little he knows where if you come to Solas in a spirit of pride, he responds with inflexible self assurance. And I think there is an extent to which that's true, and to which it might account for some of the disparity in how different players experience Solas' character. I think there's also an extent to which it's untrue, and it sells both Solas and the PCs short.

Also, as an aside, the premise of Solas' inherent prejudice against Chantry leaders leading to prideful behavior that you're proposing is also inaccurate. Solas is not particularly ego-driven in his interactions with Cassandra, the literal Right Hand of the Divine. In fact, a number of their conversations deal with his surprise and gladness at his perception that she is willing to acknowledge her own fallibility despite her position of authority, and he expresses respect and admiration for her.

That's not to say he's not prejudiced against Chantry adherents, but in and of itself it's clearly not sufficient evidence for him to conclude that someone who believes strongly in the maker must be incurably ego-bound, and in fact, he says that Cassandra's faith impresses him and expresses a positive association between her and faith.

Edited to add: I am always amenable to discussion about DA or my thoughts on it, either in my inbox or on my posts. That is what I keep my inbox open for.

[vivienna-vivid]

Sinner!Kromer AU but she and Sinclair don't swap personalities. Kromer is still a fanatic and Sinclair is still insecure. Their school life goes the same as we know it for the most part, except for one small tidbit:

Kromer is a mega-fan of prosthetics.

Kromer believes that human flesh can only go so far. To ascend into a more sturdier and perfect form is the ideal. Thus, she adores prosthetics and wants a full-body one.

In this AU, Kromer came from a normal Nest family. Like in the novel, her family is relatively poor so she can't afford to get cosmetic prosthetics. So at the very least she'd like to work in a prosthetic shop after graduating, but her scores aren't the best.

Enter: Emil Sinclair. His father deals prosthetics and yet Sinclair seems a bit bothered by the topic. Does he not like prosthetics?

Two thoughts occured in Kromer: 1) "I can help him get over his anxiety and make him see how cool proathetics are!" 2) "I can use this to score a job with his dad's business!"

And thus started Kromer's friendship with Sinclair. He was very accepting of Kromer, especially since she saw how distressed the topic of prosthetics made him. Even she knows some horror stories about botched prosthetic surgeries.

But at some point Kromer started bringing magazines and articles about prosthetics. She started small: little stuff about people with one or two artificial limbs or eyes. See, Sinclair? They're functional AND they look cool! Nothing to be afraid of! Gradually she started bringing her personal stash: magazines with her dream full-body models.

Sinclair is even more troubled. He's still just as distressed over his family but now Kromer is being so overbearing. Plus, he can't really avoid her since they're already close friends. Sinclair would feel bad (plus she's usually allroaches him anyway so that's futile). So... he just bears with the growing resentment.

And then Kromer came to Sinclair's home. It wasn't anything special: they had a group project and decided to do it at Sinclair's place. Kromer was ecstatic to meet the famous Sinclairs! If she impressed them enough, she'll be working for them soon!

Sinclair's family took a quick liking to Kromer. She was inquisitive, spirited, and polite. But most importantly, she was Emil's friend. Over dinner they bonded with Kromer. They laughed and told stories with each other, except for one:

Emil Sinclair hated it. In his eyes, Kromer has just stolen his family from him. She was confident, she was outgoing, and she loved prosthetics. She was EVERYTHING Sinclair could never be: the child his parents deserved more. His resentment grew and grew after that night — towards Kromer, towards his family, and towards his weak self.

One day, a transfer student came to the school. Max Demian was his name. Kromer only caught glimpses of him but whe she did, he... he was always with Sinclair. Ever since Demian came, Sinclair hardly ever hung with her. And... that kind of hurt, especially since he wasn't as talkative to her. But it's alright, she'll live.

One day, Sinclair approached Kromer. He was a bit curt, but he was inviting her to stay the night at his place. His family would really like to see her again, he said. Kromer, happy Sinclair was talking to her again, gladly accepted.

Staying in the Sinclair estate was always nice. His family liked her lots and Mrs. Sinclair's cooking was delicious! Kromer was just about to hunker down for the night until Sinclair patted her awake. He wanted to show her something: a secret in the basement. A part of Kromer felt suspicious but she still followed. Why wouldn't she? Her friend had something cool to show.

But this secret wasn't cool. It was... sickening. Through a small vent in the basement, Kromer saw monstrous shapes rend flesh and organs apart. The stench was ghastly and the only reason she didn't scream was simply because she was paralyzed in fear.

The moment she had control over her body Kromer booked it, away from the sight and from Sinclair's home. But what scared her the most was how Sinclair quietly watched the scene without reacting one bit.

Afterwards, Kromer began avoiding Sinclair. Mercifully, he never seemed to approach her again.

So it was truly bad luck that Kromer left some of her belongings at Sinclair's house. She kept trying to ask him but their tenuous bond made it awkward. So, on Christmas, she decided to go visit his house. Maybe Mrs. Sinclair would help her out.

But instead of the warm lights she was used to, the estate was pitch dark. Silent, too. The front door wasn't locked when she tried it and a deep pit opened up in her stomach.

Kromer really shouldn't have opened the door, as the strong stench of fuel and blood rushed towards her. Before her eyes could process the horrible sight, her knees gave way. At the sight of the mangled, bloodied bodies of the Sinclair family, only her throat clenching up stopped her from screaming.

Two people stood in the midst of the massacre: a tall man in a suit of armor and Emil Sinclair himself. Both of them covered in blood, both of them holding nails and hammers. The gaze Sinclair had as he turned to look at Kromer was hellish.

"I wanted to kill you," Sinclair said, stomping at a twitching metalic hand. "That night in the basement, I was planning on killing you."

"You should've died that night. I should've just thrown you to the beasts instead of getting cold feet...!" The armored man behind Sinclair turns around and suddenly Kromer smells smoke.

Sinclair laughs bitterly, looking at his parents' corpses with tears running down his face "You did this. This was all your fault. Papa... Mama... Sis... They all changed because of you. You stole them away. You stole my family. I--" he hiccups, gripping at his bloodied nail like a lifeline "I had no choice... They were all just fakes. Yeah, my family was always dead. I was just... purifying... those bastards that took their form..."

Flames lit up behind Sinclair like a halo. And when he made his way to Kromer, Kromer could do nothing but stare at the flames. If she looked at him, she fears he'll actually kill her.

But all she got was silence. Silence, and Sinclair's burning gaze on top of her. And then...

"Guido. Let's go." "Yes, O One Who Shall Grip,"

He steps around her and leaves her with thr flames and the corpses.

As Kromer's vision turns blurry she hears Emil Sinclair say one more thing:

"The next time I see you, I'll kill you."

Kromer's world fades to black.

When she comes to, Kromer finds herself in her home.

"Sinclair... That wasn't you, was it...? No, no, it can't be. The Sinclair I know was so sweet..."

"I'll... I'll save you Sinclair, I promise."