#green bubble discrimination

[odinsblog]

I’m sorry, but the fact that the U.S. government is treating Android users like they’re being discriminated against bECAUSE OF A GREEN FUCKING BUBBLE is objectively one of thee stupidest things and most colossal wastes of government regulatory authority I’ve seen in a good fucking minute

We can and should have meaningful discussions about Apple and whether or not it’s a monopoly (it’s not), or a monopsony (possibly), and yes, there is a discussion to be had on the accessibility and the predatory practices of the entire industry—not just Apple—but the fact that the whole “green bubble discrimination” framing even made it into the lawsuit is somewhere between funny and absolutely bizarro

I am convinced that that specific part of the lawsuit is something that Android loving tech bros (Linus Sebastian, Nilay Patel, Elon Musk, etc. etc. etc.) kinda talked up into being a serious thing ™

Listen, my father’s parents had 7 boys and 7 girls, and my mother’s parents also had 7 boys and 7 girls (yes they got married and had children; no, they didn’t all marry each other) — so my point is, I have a shit ton of aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. We could probably start our own political party. We’re spread out all around the country, and we talk + text + FaceTime with each other ALL the fucking time. Literally never has anyone complained about being a fucking green bubble, and yes, many of my extended family are Android users and so are some of my siblings. It’s a non-fucking issue, a manufactured controversy

If we ever have problems with interoperability (rare) then someone just switches phones (because many people have both Apple and android devices), or we text, or we just talk (not every convo requires FaceTime or pictures), or everyone just switches over to Zoom. JFC, before Zoom, we all connected on something called ooVoo and stayed on that for hours the night that Obama was elected for the first time. This is not difficult people

Use whatever phone you prefer, honestly Idgaf

But I’m actually getting kinda mad the more I think about that foolishness being one of the things that the Department of Justice is wasting time arguing about

“The stigma and social costs of not having an iPhone”?

*blinks in Black Lives Matter*

There are multiple genocides happening around the world, American owned businesses are data mining and vacuuming up every scrap of our personal data, Black people + women + refugees + trans people are being, REALLY being discriminated against, and the Apple lawsuit has the audacity to use language that implies harmful social discrimination is happening? Because “poor” old android???

What’s next, will android users become a legally protected class?

Please be serious for 2 seconds

It’s a fucking insult to people who are REALLY experiencing true discrimination based on personal characteristics that we cannot change

This reeks of white people bullshit

Please GTFOHWTBS

[stuck-writing-sickos]

In Poor Taste [P1]

(Yandere × F!Reader)

[Series link]

[Warning: obssessive, workplace/academic discrimination, xenophobia, mention of SA, slowburn, dense plot, not even sure if its dark romance, not sure if its romance at all]

You were never crazy about spoiled rich men. They were nothing but troubles.

You knew his type. Rich, spoiled, and never told no. In college, you would see them flocking down walkways in goofy polos, or if there were events, in color-coded suits and ties as if going to their first communion. They were never alone, stuck in bubbles of laughters and champagnes and vape vapors. You were not there besides them. You sat rooted in the library chair, dropping in and out of kickbacks of other students who also never fit into their puzzle of oxfords and high heels. You didn't resent them. You had your own little life. You found comfort in turning it up in the weekend with your fierce eyeliner and fishnet when your bank balance was full, or sitting in your friends' living room greening out on Mexican weed when you were broke.

So when you graduated side by side with them, ordered by names, you didn't feel as if you missed the school spirit. Your ex was chatting up with his crowd a couple rows down, arms in arms with a known rapist. In a sea of them you treaded in your scuffed heels and walked the stadium to your fine, leather-bordered diploma and took a half-hearted photo with the dean before sneaking out early, never to see any of them again. Sure, you missed your friends, but you could always call and catch flights (when your bank balance so permits). The rest of them slipped off your mind easily like vapor.

You moved country. That was the right move. Sure, you could stay in the States and try out a desk job, but you didn't find it in you to belong. Plus, with the recent development of AI  technology coupled with the impending economic recession, you weren't too optimistic about finding a position that lasts. So you packed up and left, missing barely anything. 4 years of your life remained in the tissues your cried into in the dingy airport toilet. You called your family to let them know your ambition. They scoffed, trying to talk you out of it for the last time yet, before their persuasion became discouragement. Before they told you that the corporation needed an heir, and that you were stubborn just like your father was. You turned off your phone and boarded. Your 20s seemed wide open, soaring with you, louder than the plane engine that roared even in your sleep.

3 years later, in your little cubicle in a Japanese high school, you didn't feel like you were soaring anymore. Perhaps your wings got caught somewhere, shredded in the engine just before you landed. You buried your head into piles of notebooks, your red pen gliding. The power to decide who passed and who failed was in your hands, and the soft-hearted nature you carried with you squirmed as you had to mark down zeros and ones. You found yourself smiling at your students and encouraging them, as well as enduring the resistance from the rebellious ones. Little by little, the spark of hope in you matured into a quiet resolution. You learnt to be calmer, to hang your head more, and to speak less of your opinions. In the mirror, you saw a new face.

You pushed on, narrowing your shoulders in the subway, cooking your dinner in your modest kitchen, and packing your own lunch at five in the morning. Sometimes you went out with your coworkers, sometimes you remained indoor. Settling in a monotony as Tokyo raged on with its flourescent storm, you feel, in your quiet moments, as if you were half asleep.

Then one summer morning just before another school year ended, the head of the foreign teacher department walked in. Walking by her was a face you didn't recognize.

"This is Mr. Lukas."

As customary, you stood up and greeted with a polite smile.

"Yes, good morning Mrs. Tahara. Good morning Mr. Lukas."

"I know this is late into the school year", Tahara said, "but Mr. Lukas is the perfect fit for our school. He has plans to stick with us for the next 2 years, so I was hoping he would get the training he needs by trying out at our summer program."

"That seems like a lovely idea", you acknowledged.

"Since you have the most experience in our department so far, and also the only one left since the rest of the team has taken an early vacation as customary for them", Tahara continues, finally building up to her point, "I was wondering if it is not much trouble for you to mentor him this summer. I know that you have said that you would take the summer off this year, but there is nobody else we would trust quite as much!"

You felt a knot of frustration in your chest. After 3 years of dedicating yourself to the summer program, you did finally decide to take the summer off to have some time for yourself. Truth was, you had found yourself growing weary of the monotony in your life which had lulled you into a state of daydream. This summer was supposed to be for you to travel and visit your family. Plus, with the money your had accumulated by pinching your purse, you were hoping to finally fly to LA to meet with a long-term friend you had been dying to see.

But you knew this was not a request. It was an order. Though Tahara was smiling, she was not going to take "no" as an answer. The woman did not climb to her position in this expensive international high school in the heart of Tokyo by being softhearted like you.

"I see", you nodded, the blank smile yet to leave your face, "Very well, then. I will do my best."

Tahara also did not let hers falter when she tried to soothe you, "I heard the staff vacation is to Thailand this year. How exciting, right? It is the 10th year anniversary of our school after all. Tell you what, I will lobby for you the best room there is!"

The pang in your heart did not go away as you chuckled, "Oh, there is no need at all. Please, I am happy to do this job."

"Nonsense", Tahara insists, "Best room there is! Please leave that to me. All you need to worry about is Mr. Lukas."

You bowed your head.

"Thank you very much. I will do my best."

With that, Tahara turns to the newcomer: "Your cubicle is right here next to her. Please get settled in, and she will show you around. You have her full attention for today- I checked, there are no classes today, right, Miss?"

You nodded at the last part. Tahara briskly walked away, leaving Lukas standing in front of you.

You finally turned your attention to him, getting a good look for the first time yet. Lukas was tall, black haired, with a strong nose and freckles. His defined body was complemented by his white button-up and slack pants. The way his body opens up by his wide shoulders and his face held up high told you that he was a stranger not only to this work environment, but to the country as a whole. He still seemed alert, yet to be lulled into sleep like you.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lukas", you held your hand out for him to shake. His hand was soft, and his grip was gentle. You could tell clearly now... he hadn't been a working man.

"Hi", he smiled, "I'm so excited to be here. I'm all yours now, so... lay it all on me!"

American, you mused in your head, noticing his accent and the loud, overly friendly manner. He reminded you of the people you knew from college.

"Of course. Let me give you a quick tour of the school before we get started!"

"Great! It's a beautiful school. Can't wait!"

The moment you and him exited the teacher lounge, Lukas couldn't help but immediately make small talks.

"So... how long have you been working here?"

"Oh, for 3 years now", you replied absentmindedly.

"Woah, that's a long time. To be honest, I just graduated college last December, so this is all totally new to me."

You hummed and pointed out to him the nurse's office, letting him know that he could find assistance there in case of student injuries. Finding it difficult to simply ignore his attempt at a conversation and partially feeling sympathetic at the assumption that he may feel alone in a new country, you picked up the small talk.

"I understand it may feel intimidating at first. I was just like you... moving from an American college to work here is a big change."

"Oh, you were in the States, too? Where at?"

His head turned toward you. He seemed intrigued.

"Yes. I was studying in Texas. X Univerisity."

"So you are smart, then. I was in T University. Your rival school."

"That's a good school, too. What did you major in?"

He sheepishly grinned.

"I was in their business program. What about you?"

You didn't want to divulge more information about yourself, so you directed the focus back on him: "Business? Then what makes you decide to teach here in Japan?"

"Well, I wanted a change of pace... My family, they have a job lined up for me already, and I can come back for it whenever I want. So right now I guess I'm just, like, trying to live my life, you know? Figuring myself out. I thought Japan would be a nice start."

A part of you felt that you could relate to him. Indeed ... if you wanted, you could simply go back to your own family company and work toward inheriting it. But from the way he was talking, it seemed he had a better relationship with his folks.

"That's a great way to challenge yourself", you nodded, now leading him to visit the indoor gym. Your indifference toward him left you with a lukewarm response.

"What about you? You didn't think I'd forget, did you?"

It was your turn to look at him now, a bit bewildered. You didn't expect him to show interest in what you do. Most people usually got caught up in talking about themselves, especially with you who knew to ask more questions to evade the attention.

"Oh... well, I guess I've been interested in linguistics ever since high school. This place put me into curriculum development and researching, so I figured it would be a great addition to my CV."

He narrowed his eyes barely.

"So you have a plan?"

"I do."

"You wanna get a Master's?"

"Well, higher, if I can."

"Ahhh... so you are smart smart."

Uncomfortable now that the topic was you, you quickly looked away: "Not really. Tell me, what is the position your folks have lined up for you?"

He chuckled.

"Business consultant. It's nothing special, but it's steady."

"Where are they based?"

"New York."

Right. So they have money money.

"Are you perhaps a nepo baby?"

He laughed.

"Well, I guess you could say that. But I don't want to be defined by them. I want to create my own ... my values, you know?"

You almost felt yourself sympathizing with him, but the feeling of seperation came back. You remembered the looks you received and the empty seat next to you in classes filled with his type. You remembered being talked over and put aside when you wanted to speak on team projects. You remembered the blatantly perverted things you were told, the arms that linked with rapists, the lack of protection that you and your friends got from anyone when one of them had laid his hands onto a girl you knew.

"Anyway... would you be free for dinner sometimes this week? I'm totally new and alone here, and I could use someone to show me around, you know?"

You held back a sigh as you looked at him who had stopped in his track. He still was younger and, as he said, new and alone in Tokyo. When you were just like him, your coworkers indeed did you the same favor he was asking of you.

"Yes, I can arrange that."

"Does tonight work? If you don't mind, of course."

Against the strange aftertaste that lingered on your tongue, you agreed: "I can do that."

You knew that it wasn't in your nature to ignore someone who felt lost. But you decided that you would not be too close a friend with him. After all, you knew his type.

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Walter Marshall

Summary: Your work friend oversteps in his attempts to help you.

Warnings: Size discrimination. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is short, female. No other physical descriptors used. This is my first time writing a short reader so please let me know what I got right/wrong!

Part 2

Tech Tuesdays Masterlist

It's almost time for the company's Halloween party and you were one of the two security guards who drew the short straw to work late for it. At least you were still allowed to dress up, you just had to wear your regular uniform during the usual work hours. Your friends had talked you into doing a trio costume with them earlier in the month, the three of you going as the Powerpuff Girls, and you were looking forward to joining them.

When you told them you had to work during the party they understood but they refused to hear any talk of not wearing the team costume.

"We're friends," Bubbles is quick to retort. "And that's not something that goes away just because you have to work."

Newbie nods in agreement, "plus it'll be nice to join you at the desk."

You turn to Newbie and raise an eyebrow, "you're only allowed to visit me during the party if you finally get hot IT guy's number." She ducks her head and you feel a little bad. She's been pining over Rogers since she got hired and you and Bubbles have done your best to encourage her. "Tonight is a great opportunity," you tell her, softening your tone. "But I suppose I can let you visit me at the desk if you've at least tried talking to tall, blonde and handsome." She smiles and hugs you as you playfully roll your eyes.

Walter hates parties but he's desperately hoping to find you. The G's hadn't harassed him again since the teddy bear so he figured he was at least somewhat in your good graces. If not, he knew his costume would at least get you to laugh, if nothing else. That said, he wasn't going to show the costume in front of anyone if you weren't there. It was a humiliating costume, but that was the point.

Looking around the party he's not finding you so he approaches the G's, "have you seen Spitfire?"

Geralt raises an eyebrow, "no."

"Do you know where I can find her?"

"Why would we know where she is?" G adds.

"Aren't...aren't you friends with her?"

"No," Geralt says again.

"She's just our favorite of the security guards." G explains.

Geralt points to a couple of ladies, "those are her friends."

"Oh, thank you," Walter walks away as G looks at him like he's an idiot. Walking over to the two ladies, dressed as Powerpuff Girls he wonders if you're dressed up as the green one. "Excuse me," he gets their attention. "Have you seen Spitfire?"

The woman in the pink outfit looks him up and down, "are you the one who almost got her hurt?"

The woman in the blue turns to her, "the IT asshole?"

Walter grumbles as he lowers his head, "yeah, I'm that idiot. I'm trying to apologize to her."

They cross their arms and look at each other for a moment before the blue one says, "she's working the security desk. But you're not allowed to see her without us being there."

Walter sighs in resignation and nods his acquiescence.

The pink one says, "I'll get a plate of snacks to take to her."

Your friends text that they're coming to visit and they're bringing "the IT asshole". That definitely gets your attention. You look back at the teddy bear he'd gotten you. It had been followed up by a couple of apology emails. You hadn't responded to any of them. So now he was looking to apologize in person? You were glad your friends were going to be there to support you.

The three of them come out from the main area of the building, Bubbles and Newbie smiling, hugging you and giving you a plate of food they thought you would like.

Bubbles whispers, "if you want him to leave, we're here to help and support."

You smile at her before giving Walter a soft glare, "I'll hear him out."

Taking that as his cue, Walter approaches, while still keeping a respectful distance. He'd really, truly hoped he wouldn't have to do this in front of others, but he wasn't about to back out. He missed you and wanted to make things right.

He takes a breath, "I want to show you my costume."

You raise an eyebrow at him. He takes out a rather large piece of paper and rolls it up before putting it on his head. It's a dunce cap, complete with the word written on it. You have to bite back a laugh. He looks so dumb, but so sincere. You can't hide the fact that your body is shaking with the laughter you're not letting out and his look turns hopeful.

"Okay," you choke out. "Okay, I'll accept your apology. But if you ever pull that shit again, I'm hurting you and you have to wear that cap all day."

"That's more than fair," he smiles, relief written all over his face.

Part 2

Tech Tuesdays Masterlist

Tagging: @alicedopey; @changenameno; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen;

@jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @kingliam2019; @late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly

[extremely-sleepy-kitty]

ok so I just went and saw the Wicked movie with a friend and just. I have. SO MANY THOUGHTS.

*Spoilers below!!! You have been warned!*

First off: this movie speaks volumes on discrimination and social justice and the way our culture handles those things. The way Elphaba was discriminated against because she's green is ABSOLUTELY reflective of the discrimination people of color often face.

Adding to that, the purposeful government-mandated silencing of the animals is SO DEEP and so timely!!! It really applies to ALL minorities, and as a queer woman with many LGBTQ friends, that really hit deep for me. BIG thoughts on this.

There was even a quote from the goat professor, something to the effect of "if ppl say enough discouraging things to you, they silence you."

Elphaba was SO BRAVE, but honestly she had to be!!! As a queer woman, that's relatable too. After Trump won the election, as I felt the fear, the thought did play in my head that I could go back in the closet if I needed to. But like Elphaba, once you've seen the injustice and feel strongly, you can't turn away. You can't go back to a convenient life.

Which honestly made me feel more sympathy for Galinda... at first, she was so easily to hate. So annoying, a total "pick-me" girl, doing good for clout. Which yeah, makes sense, I've never been able to stand fakey ppl. But ALSO I've been there. I've been in her shoes, back when I was deeply religious and in denial of my queerness. That life was convenient, and I was scared to choose anything outside of that safe bubble. So, I really can't hate her.

Anywho. Those are my thoughts for now.

[nickeverdeen]

Helloo Can I make a request? Seamus Finnigan and the female reader. Reader is a Slytherin. In fact, Seamus has had some feelings for the reader for a long time. But he doesn't want to admit it because she's a Slytherin and has an infamous surname. But she's a good person at heart. Ehh one day, reader sees the 'classic' mishap experienced by Seamus in potions class. She offers to help him because we know Snape is always ready for minus intervention.~

Bad Blood | Seamus Finnigan x female!Slytherin!reader

Warnings: discrimination, a bit cheesy

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Seamus Finnigan had always prided himself on being able to take things in stride. Growing up in a magical household, he had experienced his fair share of magical mishaps, and being at Hogwarts only seemed to amplify that tendency. Yet, no class was as prone to disaster for him as Potions.

Professor Snape’s dungeon classroom was filled with the usual dark and eerie atmosphere, which did nothing to ease Seamus’s anxiety. The flickering candles cast long shadows over the rows of cauldrons bubbling with strange concoctions. As he prepared his ingredients, Seamus couldn’t help but glance around nervously.

Today’s lesson was a particularly complex potion, one that required precision and patience—two things Seamus often struggled with. He had already managed to singe his eyebrows once this term, and the prospect of another mishap was looming over him like a dark cloud.

He cast a quick look at the Slytherin side of the classroom. There, standing with an air of quiet confidence, were you, a Slytherin girl with an infamous surname. Seamus had heard all the stories about your family, but despite the whispers and the reputations, he had seen a different side of you. You were kind-hearted, and your (e/c) eyes always seemed to hold a hint of sadness, as if you bore the weight of your family’s name with a quiet dignity.

Seamus shook his head, trying to focus. “Concentrate, Finnigan,” he muttered to himself, measuring out a pinch of powdered bicorn horn. As he added it to his cauldron, a puff of green smoke erupted, followed by a loud bang. Seamus staggered back, coughing and waving his hand in front of his face to clear the air.

“Finnigan!” Professor Snape’s voice cut through the chaos like a knife. “What have you done this time?”

Seamus’s face turned bright red. He could feel the eyes of the entire class on him, and the weight of their judgment was almost unbearable. “I—I think I added too much bicorn horn, Professor,” he stammered, glancing at the blackened mess in his cauldron.

“Detention, Finnigan. And ten points from Gryffindor,” Snape said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Clean up this mess and try not to destroy the classroom in the process.”

Seamus nodded miserably, starting to gather his things. As he did, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned to see you standing there, your expression one of genuine concern.

“Hey, Seamus,” you said softly, your voice carrying none of the mockery he had expected. “I saw what happened. Do you need some help?”

He blinked in surprise. “You want to help me?”

You nodded, offering a small smile. “I’ve always been pretty good at Potions. And besides, I think Snape is just looking for reasons to take points from Gryffindor. It’s not fair.”

Seamus hesitated, glancing at your outstretched hand. It felt strange to accept help from a Slytherin, especially one with your family’s reputation. But the sincerity in your eyes was hard to ignore.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said finally, returning your smile. “I’d really appreciate it.”

Together, you set to work cleaning up the mess. As you worked, Seamus found himself glancing at you more and more, noticing the way your hair caught the light and the determined set of your jaw. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to you than the rumors suggested.

Over the next few days, Seamus couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N. Your kindness and willingness to help him in Potions had left a lasting impression. He found himself looking forward to your next class, hoping for another chance to talk to you.

One afternoon, as he made his way to the library to finish some homework, he spotted you sitting alone at a table, surrounded by books and parchment. You looked deep in thought, your quill moving swiftly across the page.

Seamus hesitated for a moment before walking over. “Hey, Y/N,” he said, trying to sound casual. “Mind if I join you?”

You looked up, your face lighting up with a smile. “Of course, Seamus. Take a seat.”

He sat down across from you, feeling a bit nervous. “What are you working on?”

“Just some Potions notes,” you replied, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve got a few ideas for improving that potion we did last week.”

Seamus nodded, impressed. “You really know your stuff.”

You shrugged modestly. “I’ve always enjoyed Potions. It’s like a puzzle, trying to figure out the right combination of ingredients.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, each working on your own assignments. As the minutes ticked by, Seamus couldn’t help but steal glances at you, admiring your focus and determination.

Finally, he mustered up the courage to ask, “Y/N, can I ask you something?”

You looked up, your eyes meeting his. “Sure, Seamus. What’s on your mind?”

“Why did you help me in Potions the other day? I mean, you didn’t have to. Especially since I’m a Gryffindor and you’re a Slytherin.”

Your expression softened. “I helped you because I wanted to, Seamus. I don’t believe in all that house rivalry nonsense. We’re all students at Hogwarts, and we should look out for each other.”

Seamus felt a warmth spread through his chest at your words. “That’s really kind of you, Y/N. I appreciate it.”

You smiled, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. “Anytime, Seamus. If you ever need help with Potions, or anything else, just let me know.”

He nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude and something else—something he wasn’t quite ready to admit to himself yet. But one thing was clear: you were different from the other Slytherins he had known, and he was glad to have you as an unexpected ally.

As the weeks went by, you and Seamus found yourselves spending more and more time together. You often met in the library to study, and you would patiently help him with Potions, guiding him through the more complex recipes.

Your friendship grew, and with it, Seamus’s feelings for you. He found himself looking forward to your time together, cherishing every moment. But he couldn’t ignore the nagging doubt in the back of his mind—how would his friends react if they knew he had feelings for a Slytherin?

One evening, as you walked back to your common rooms after a particularly challenging Potions session, Seamus decided to take a chance. “Y/N, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, Seamus. What is it?”

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “Do you ever feel like people judge you because of your family name? I mean, I know there are a lot of rumors, but I’ve seen the real you, and you’re nothing like what people say.”

Your expression grew somber, and you looked down at the ground. “All the time, Seamus. It’s hard living up to the expectations and trying to prove that I’m different. But I’ve learned to ignore the rumors and focus on being true to myself.”

Seamus nodded, understanding your struggle. “I think you’re amazing, Y/N. And I’m glad we’ve become friends.”

You looked up, your eyes shining with gratitude. “Thank you, Seamus. That means a lot to me.”

You reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room, and you turned to face him. “Goodnight, Seamus. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, watching as you disappeared behind the stone wall. As he made his way to the Gryffindor tower, he couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of hope and anticipation.

Seamus’s feelings for you continued to grow, and he found it increasingly difficult to keep them to himself. He confided in his best friend, Dean Thomas, who listened patiently and offered his support.

“Seamus, if you like her, you should tell her,” Dean said one evening as they sat by the fire in the Gryffindor common room. “Life’s too short to keep things bottled up.”

Seamus sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know, Dean. But what if she doesn’t feel the same way? And what about the house rivalry? You know how people can be.”

Dean clapped him on the shoulder. “You can’t let other people’s opinions dictate your happiness, Seamus. If you care about her, that’s all that matters.”

Encouraged by his friend’s words a bit, Seamus decided to take a chance. The next day, he asked you to meet him by the Black Lake after classes.

As you sat on the grassy bank, watching the sun set over the water, Seamus took a deep breath. “Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you.”

You turned to him, your expression curious. “What is it, Seamus?”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about us,” he began, his voice trembling slightly. “And I realized that I have feelings for you. I know it might sound crazy, but I can’t ignore it anymore.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, you were silent. Seamus’s heart raced, fear and anticipation mixing in his chest.

Finally, you spoke, your voice soft and filled with emotion. “Seamus, I’ve had feelings for you too. I was just too afraid to admit it.”

Relief and joy washed over him, and he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers. “You don’t know how happy that makes me, Y/N. I was so scared you wouldn’t feel the same way.”

You smiled, “I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but I didn’t know how. I’m so glad you took the chance.”

Seamus pulled you into a gentle hug, feeling your warmth and the steady beat of your heart against his chest. In that moment, he knew that you could face anything together, as long as you had each other.

As you and Seamus navigated your new relationship, you faced several challenges. The house rivalry was ever-present, and you often received curious looks and whispered comments from your classmates.

You continued to spend time together, finding solace and joy in each other’s company. Seamus cherished your moments of laughter and shared interests, while you appreciated his unwavering support and understanding.

One day, as you walked through the castle corridors, Seamus noticed a group of Slytherins whispering and pointing in your direction. He felt a surge of anger and frustration but took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm.

You squeezed his hand, offering him a reassuring smile. “Don’t let them get to you, Seamus.”

“I know,” he replied, his voice determined. “But it’s still hard.”

You nodded, understanding his struggle. “We’ll get through this together.”

[bfpnola]

We, academics, clergy, and other public figures from Israel/Palestine and abroad, call attention to the direct link between Israel’s recent attack on the judiciary and its illegal occupation of millions of Palestinians in the Occupied Palestinian Territories. Palestinian people lack almost all basic rights, including the right to vote and protest. They face constant violence: this year alone, Israeli forces have killed over 190 Palestinians in the West Bank and Gaza and demolished over 590 structures. Settler vigilantes burn, loot, and kill with impunity.

Without equal rights for all, whether in one state, two states, or in some other political framework, there is always a danger of dictatorship. There cannot be democracy for Jews in Israel as long as Palestinians live under a regime of apartheid, as Israeli legal experts have described it. Indeed, the ultimate purpose of the judicial overhaul is to tighten restrictions on Gaza, deprive Palestinians of equal rights both beyond the Green Line and within it, annex more land, and ethnically cleanse all territories under Israeli rule of their Palestinian population. The problems did not start with the current radical government: Jewish supremacism has been growing for years and was enshrined in law by the 2018 Nation State Law.

American Jews have long been at the forefront of social justice causes, from racial equality to abortion rights, but have paid insufficient attention to the elephant in the room: Israel’s long-standing occupation that, we repeat, has yielded a regime of apartheid. As Israel has grown more right-wing and come under the spell of the current government’s messianic, homophobic, and misogynistic agenda, young American Jews have grown more and more alienated from it. Meanwhile, American Jewish billionaire funders help support the Israeli far right.

The Israeli government, Goldberg stated, fights against human rights, democracy and equality and propagates the opposite: “authoritarianism, discrimination, racism and apartheid”.

“Accusing Israel of apartheid is not anti-Semitic. It describes reality,” he said.

Goldberg’s standpoint was not an outlier, he urged Klein to understand. Rather, it represented a growing chorus of voices, including leading Israeli academics propagating the term apartheid to describe the treatment of Palestinians by the current regime. In fact, if Klein were right, Goldberg wrote, then some of the best-known Holocaust and anti-Semitism researchers from Israel, the United States, Europe and worldwide would be anti-Semites.

He referenced a petition co-initiated by Omer Bartov, the Israeli-born historian and professor of Holocaust and genocide studies at Brown University, titled The Elephant in the Room, which states: “There can be no democracy for Jews in Israel while Palestinians live under an apartheid regime”. The petition has been signed by more than 2,000 academics, clergy, and other public figures at the time of writing and is emblazoned with an illustration that includes a large elephant with the words “Israeli occupation” alongside a speech bubble that reads “Let’s just ignore it”, and surrounded by dozens of people freely waving placards for various social justice movements. “Palestinian people lack almost all basic rights, including the right to vote and protest,” the petition reads, “Settler vigilantes burn, loot, and kill with impunity.”

...

It is a position shared by Bartov, who recently told the Washington Post: “You can call me a self-hating Jew, call me an antisemite … People use those terms to cover up the reality, either to deceive themselves or to deceive others. You have to look at what’s happening on the ground.”

[the-lion-guard-88]

Decided to make an introduction post so…Hello!

I am The Lion Guard 88, I am a 17 year old female (She/Her) who has a YouTube channel of the same name (9.03K+ subscribers)

Rules for my Tumblr:

Be respectful to everyone regardless of their gender, sexuality, religion, beliefs, etc; I will not tolerate any discrimination/harassment or any sort.

If you need to vent to me just DM me, don’t say it in the public chat, I will try my best to help out as much as I’m not that good at helping people in my opinion.

Do not ask me personal questions such as where I live or to reveal my face.

Do not abuse the ask box ability; do not send messages that are part of my DNI list.

Anyways here’s a bit about me

I am Italian-Armenian-American, half Middle Eastern

Favorite Food: Hamburgers

Favorite Drink: Diet Coke

I am Bisexual

I am Christian

Favorite Movie: The Lion King

Favorite TV Show: The Lion Guard

Favorite YouTuber: SMG4

Favorite SMG4 Character: SMG3 and Mr. Puzzles

Simp list: SMG3, Ragatha, Rosalina, Mr. Puzzles, Tari, V (Murder Drones), Julie Joyful

Semi-simp list: SMG4

Kin list: Kion, SMG3, Angel Dust, Mario (2023 Movie), Luz Noceda, Amity Blight, Stolas, Puss in Boots, Blitzo

I have Asperger’s syndrome, ADHD, Anxiety Disorder and I am an introvert (I may have depression but I’ve never been tested because I’m told I don’t need one but I lowkey think I am due to multiple different tests from HEALTH WEBSITES saying I am)

Birthday: July 12th (Cancer)

Favorite Season: Winter

Favorite colors: Neon green, Black, and blood red

What I want to be: Actress

Other things I like: Cats, Lions, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Lackadaisy, Glitch Productions, Meta Runner, Sunset Paradise, Murder Drones, The Amazing Digital Circus, WALL-E, Amphibia, The Owl House, Nimona, Game Of Thrones, South Park, Animaniacs, In Stars And Time, Drawing, Cosplay, Roblox, Nintendo, Super Mario (Super Mario Galaxy is my favorite), Demon Slayer, Memes, YouTube, Acting, Theatre, Horror Movies, Scary things, Halloween (the holiday), Puss in Boots, Disney (Older movies), Pixar, Dreamworks, Illumination, bubble tea, LGBTQ, I support transgender, Indie animation, Chemistry and Chorus Class

Things I don’t like: Cheese (Not all), homophobes, transphobes, xenophobes, zoophiles, Roblox Slenders, Stranger Things, Bluey, socializing, betrayal, backstabbing, people talking over one another, being interrupted every 3 seconds, being distracted while trying to focus (it gives me anxiety attacks), politics, DNI’s, AI, AI Artists, AI Supporters, Content Farms, Content Farm Supporters, Genocide Supporters, R*pe supporters

DNI list: Proshippers, Pedophiles, NSFW artists, homophobes, transphobes, xenophobes, zoophiles, p*rn promoters, spammers, racists, sexists, ableists, whitewashers, blackwashers, AI Artists, AI Supporters, Content Farmers, Content Farm Supporters, Genocide Supporters, R*pe supporters, Groomers, TERFs

Socials:

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Credit to blinkies.cafe for the blinkies and whoever made the other stuff

You made it to the end, have a good day!

[ao3feed-gelphie]

Thropp Third Descending

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/z6uNfkj by OneFrustratedWriterPerson In the vibrant land of Oz, Elphaba Thropp, born with emerald-green skin, grows up under the guidance of her maternal great-grandfather, Peerless Thropp, the esteemed Eminent of a united Munchkinland. As she navigates the complexities of her existence, she meets Galinda Arduenna Upland, a bubbly beauty whose personality starkly contrasts with Elphaba's guarded demeanor. Initially at odds, the two women gradually forge an unexpected connection. Amidst the growing unrest in Oz under the Wizard's rule, Elphaba draws strength from her new bonds, as they confront discrimination and seek to unveil the Wizard's deception, paving the way for change in their world. Words: 1195, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Wicked - All Media Types, Wicked (Movie 2024) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M Characters: Elphaba Thropp, Galinda Upland, Nessarose Thropp, Boq (The Wicked Years), Peerless Thropp, Fiyero Tigelaar, Madame Morrible, Wizard of Oz | Walsh, Original Characters, Dulcibear (Wicked), Doctor Dillamond, Pfannee (The Wicked Years), Shenshen (The Wicked Years) Relationships: Elphaba Thropp/Galinda Upland, Boq/Nessarose Thropp, Elphaba Thropp & Nessarose Thropp, Elphaba Thropp & Fiyero Tigelaar, Elphaba Thropp & Original Character(s), Boq & Fiyero Tigelaar read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/z6uNfkj

[popentertainment-moviereviews]

WICKED (2024)

Starring Cynthia Erivo, Ariana Grande, Jonathan Bailey, Marissa Bode, Ethan Slater, Michelle Yeoh, Jeff Goldblum, Keala Settle, Bronwyn James, Bowen Yang, Aaron Teoh, Guan Ti, Adam James, Colin Michael Carmichael and the voice of Peter Dinklage.

Screenplay by Winnie Holzman and Dana Fox.

Directed by Jon M. Chu.

Distributed by Universal Pictures. 160 minutes. Rated PG.

Have you ever wondered what came before Dorothy and the yellow brick road? Wicked answers all of these questions and more in the most spellbinding fashion. Jon M. Chu’s long-awaited film adaptation of Winnie Holzman and Stephen Schwartz’s hit Broadway musical, Wicked, gives audiences an inside look into how Elphaba Thropp became known as the Wicked Witch of the West, and how Galinda Upland became Glinda the Good Witch.

For those who don’t already know, Wicked is the musical prequel to L. Frank Baum’s 1900 novel The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (my fellow musical theater geeks know that Elphaba’s name is derived from Baum’s initials). Baum’s novel took the world by fire and earned its very first film adaptation in 1939, The Wizard of Oz, starring Judy Garland, Jack Haley, Ray Bolger, Bert Lahr, Frank Morgan, Margaret Hamilton, Billie Burke, and Clara Blandick. Unsurprisingly, the film quickly became a cult classic which led to numerous sequels, retellings, and, you guessed it, prequels.

In 1995, Gregory Maguire’s novel Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West was published, a prequel to Baum’s award-winning tale. The novel tells the previously untold story of how Elphaba and Glinda’s complicated relationship came to be, exploring themes of Good vs. Evil, Identity, Discrimination, and Friendship. With the success of Maguire’s novel, further conversation sparked about translating the story into a musical.

In 2003, Wicked made its Broadway debut at the Gershwin Theatre with music and lyrics composed by Stephen Schwartz and script by Winnie Holzman. The award-winning original cast featured Idina Menzel as Elphaba and Kristin Chenoweth as Glinda, making the pair household names.

Being lucky enough to have seen Wicked twice on Broadway, I, as well as other theater enthusiasts, had extremely elevated expectations for its highly anticipated film adaptation. Recent movie musicals have let me down, so I was curious how Wicked would fall on my wickedly misguided to thrillifying rating scale.

Needless to say, my expectations were defied.

The film begins exactly as its musical counterpart does, picking right up where The Wizard of Oz film left off, with the Munchkins of Munchkinland celebrating the melting (death) of the Wicked Witch of the West, belting opening number “No One Mourns the Wicked.” Glinda (formerly GA-linda) floats down in her iconic pink bubble to “rejoicify” with the Munchkins. Glinda’s sudden appearance prompts one of the Munchkins to ask Glinda if she was ever friends with the Wicked Witch, to which she responds that she was. Glinda then goes on to tell the origin story of the green witch (Elphaba,) and the trials that she endured as early as a newborn baby.

The story continues as Elphaba grows up and enrolls in Shiz University, with Galinda as her roommate. The duo become unlikely best friends, even after expressing that they equally “loathe” one another. Over the course of the girls’ first semester at Shiz, the talking animal professors of the university begin to lose their voices, reverting to their animalistic bleating, mooing, selves. As Elphaba has such a passion for the rights of all living things, she seeks out the help of the great and powerful Wizard of Oz to serve justice to the animals. Elphaba and Glinda make their way to the renowned Emerald City, not knowing that their adventure is just beginning.

I was concerned that Elphaba and Glinda’s characters would get lost in the mix of Wicked’s star-studded cast, but this was not the case at all. Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande transformed into the film’s iconic pair on the screen before me. Be prepared to see Erivo and Grande as you’ve never seen them before – their chemistry and talent are unmatched. Wicked is a true masterpiece and Erivo and Grande are coming for those Oscars.

Between Jonathan Bailey’s charisma playing Fiero, Michelle Yeoh’s mesmerism as Madame Morrible, and Jeff Goldblum’s allure as the Wizard, every single person in this cast carried their weight and more.

Alongside the incredibly brilliant cast, Wicked’s cinematography is another massive contributor to its success, in my book. The film is jam-packed with breathtaking landscapes including Munchkinland’s radiant tulip field (including nine million real planted tulips,) the effulgent Emerald City (which was actually a physical set,) and the ethereal Shiz University, complete with its very own lake and stone academic buildings (surprise – another physical set.) Aside from the sets, the vibrancy of every shot in the film is unrivaled.

Regarding the film’s musical aspect, I am still speechless, even after departing the theater. Not only can this cast act, but they can sing. Beautifully. It is rare for a film adaptation of a musical to hit the mark with its soundtrack, but Wicked did much more than hit the mark, it smashed it with a giant broomstick.

Stephen Schwartz, who wrote the entirety of Wicked’s original songs, co-wrote the film’s musical score alongside John Powell. The scoring evoked such emotion and tied the whole feature together with a pink and green bow. 

After watching Wicked, I can confirm that pink does go“good” with green.

Kayla Marra

Copyright ©2024 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: November 20, 2024.

[kubotafinearts]

The vase is based off my stoma scars and is glazed in a yellow glaze called "butter" on the outside with Oregon red slip on the stomas. This was a discarded green ware I carved into to mimic the exact pattern of my scars.

I have had more than 5 surgeries to remove 4 tumors and do a tracheostomy, port insert surgery, emergency port removal total largectomy, and surgery for surgery complications.

The outside butter represents the "yellow" of my skin and how I have endured medical racism because I'm Asian American Disapora. And the violence I've endured as an Asian American Disapora from housing discrimination that caused this.

The inside of the vase is glazed with "floating blue" glaze to specifically talk about the grief that bubbles up inside me and peeks through.

This piece is about moving the rage and grief I feel about the pesticide exposure that caused my breathing issues and anaphalatic shock and the need of a breathing stoma, into art and out of my body.

[igottatho]

Now things are getting real and I hope folx are chill with changing a characters race (I’m thinking tentative yes after all the HP/Black!Hermione discourse?)

Anyway, this is my rendition of Veronica. I love Felicia Day and I love Veronica’s character. My reasoning for changing her race was 1) I didn’t feel it detracted from her story, 2) I’m ultimately hoping to create a comic for you tumblr and so 3) I wanted a more diverse set of characters.

I will have lots of People of Color and non-binary Folks as original characters, but I felt like Fallout could do more. I think she should still have the same voice tho 😙 it’s just so iconic. I also think some character history with her magic Black Girl hair would be really fun; a variety of hairstyles could be something that her BOS family passed into her. The only thing I really like about BOS is that they don’t discriminate based on race (just ghouls and super mutants and enclave remnants and -)

Body references for these images comes from Google searches of Sonequa Martin-Green, in character as Michael Burnham (Star Trek: Disco) and as her charming self. I adore Martin-Green as Burnham, but I’d love to see her be a more bubbly personality like Veronica.

What do you think?

PS fuck drawing power fists Good Lord

Edit, Sources

1 - full body shot

2 - close-up

[synergysilhouette]

Plotting out "Aida" for a Disney animated musical

I want it on record that I'm NOT saying that the original Broadway musical was bad; I just don't think it felt (as it exists) as an animated musical for Disney. Plus the music felt WAY too contemporary; I didn't feel transported like I did with "The Lion King"--kinda weird since it had the same music team as "Aida." And in terms of story, I'm taking both inspiration from the stage musical and the original opera. Thematically speaking, I could see this as a cross between Disney's "Pocahontas" and Dreamworks' "The Prince of Egypt"--heartfelt, emotional, and awe-inspiring. Oh, and spoilers, obviously.

The characters

Aida--For visual references, I used American singer/actress Coco Jones and dancer/singer Normani, as well as Ethiopian women in traditional Ethiopian garb of various ethnic groups (and lemme know if these clothes are inaccurate). I definitely imagine her personality similar to Belle, Pocahontas, and Jasmine: a very intelligent, mature, and kind individual with compassion for others, though I do like the idea that her becoming a slave to Egyptians does fuel a bit of discrimination at first, until she is shown kindness by Amneris and Radamès. I do like the idea that similar to Raya, she has to learn to overcome her discrimination despite times of war. I'd definitely love for orange or yellow to be her main color; I've heard that the yellow part of the Ethiopian flag symbolizes hope, which would be apt for her.

2. Radamès--Visually, I keep picturing a cross between Mena Massoud and Ramses II. I imagine him in terms of personality very similar to Li Shang, so we can finally shed the recent Disney trope of a comedic and/or jaded male lead. I enjoy him living by an honor-bound code, and him being merciful to others even before he develops feelings for Aida. I was gonna omit the Amneris/Radamès/Aida love triangle, but I like the idea of one, especially if it's reciprocated on both sides; Radamès has feelings for Amneris, but he's worried that he doesn't truly know the real her, and surmises that this is due to her royal status, similar to how he must put on a strong front as a military leader. He worries that by marrying her, he'll have to become even more emotionally closed off, and that his relationship with Amneris and others will suffer as a result. IDK how it'd work in Ancient Egyptian society and his status, but I'd love for green to be his main color, like a deep emerald or malachite.

3. Amneris--For visual purposes, I used this collage of 2017's top Arab actresses via Harper's Bazaar, over half of whom are Egyptians. Plus Cleo de Nile (who I think was the first character I ever saw on tv who was Egyptian) is also an aesthetic I'd want her to take inspiration from--intimidating but kind, powerful while vulnerable, beautiful and clever. Originally I planned Amneris to be a bubbly and emotional character akin to Charlotte LeBouf, but I do like the idea of her being similar to Isabela Madrigal, especially since Amneris' incarnation in the musical is similar to Isabela's; she puts on a persona to make others happy and distract from her true self and what she perceives to be flaws. Similar to Aida, she has to overcome her feelings of conquering discrimination, with her friendship with Aida affecting her feelings on the war with the Nubians. I love the idea that she has a pet asp that protects her as well as whispering secrets to her, making her weary of Zoser. I definitely imagine her in black and gold--it's powerful and beautiful, just like her.

4. Zoser--Jafar is an obvious inspiration here, since they're both power-hungry men in power in an Ancient Middle-Eastern civilization. I do like the idea that he has affection and pride in his son, but he's not above forcing him to do his bidding if it REALLY comes t that; it's an "I love you...but I love me more" situation, and not in the empowering, inspiring way. I wouldn't have him poison the pharaoh like in the story, as he has charisma and cunning that allows him to manipulate the pharaoh without having to dispose of him, and this allows him more time to fuel his son's insecurities and make him overly reliant on him when he does become pharaoh. Given that red symbolized disorder in Ancient Egypt (at least form what I've gathered), I'd love to see him embrace a red color palette, especially since so many Disney villains use purple or green. Of course, this would bring him even closer to Jafar (even though in the first "Aladdin" film, Jafar's main color is black with red accents).

The story

Let's just get this out of the way; I wouldn't keep the tragic ending. Even if this wasn't a Disney movie, I wouldn't want the film to end with the two characters dead, and I'm not a fan of the frame story from Broadway. If doing the storybook opening is too European, I'd probably have an opening using hieroglyphics.

In my version of the story, Amneris is more active in military decisions due to being the next pharaoh, and despite Aida's ferocity against the Egyptian warriors, she believes that she's worth more alive than dead and makes Aida her handmaiden. Along with this, Mereb is her brother; it'd have more Disney leads with brothers (and it be prominently featured). Along with this, Zoser recognizes Aida's incredible athleticism and stealth, using her as a spy for him to manipulate the pharaoh, as well as fueling the desire between Amneris and Radamès, promising to release her after a year if she abides by him. He keeps a close eye on her, not letting her know that he has growing suspicions of her being the princess of Nubia. At first, Aida has no issue with this arrangement, given that she has no love or loyalty for any Egyptian, but as she starts to care for some of them, she resists Zoser's demands, but he threatens to harm Radamès and Amneris by poisoning Amneris after her marriage to Radamès and framing him for her murder as a supposed ploy to cause an insurrection, crowning himself as the leader of the Nubians. Aida then submits to his demands. While Aida and Radamès confess their feelings to each other, they respect that their lives have taken them on diverging paths, and they separate. However, during the Nubian rebellion that Aida leads, Radamès joins her and is subsequently arrested. Realizing that he's fallen for Aida, Amneris takes advantage of the situation and fakes his death, allowing him to escape and join Aida and the Nubians in starting a new life while Amneris becomes pharaoh. I'm uncertain if I'd have Zoser die or become imprisoned. I'm sure the fanbase would vote for the former option.

The music

I shall NEVER presume to say I'll ever reach the success or talent that Elton John and Tim Rice have achieved in their lives, nor am I saying my soundtrack would be superior; it's just a custom of my brainstorms/rewrites that I make a tracklist for Disney musicals.

"Spider's Web"--a "Deliver Us"-type song, with the title coming from an Ethiopian proverb I found online ("When spider webs unite, they can tie up a lion"). The Nubian captives sing of their hopes and dreams of escaping the Egyptians as well as winning the war, but how the king has lost some of his motivation due to believing his daughter is dead. I imagine this being an ensemble number.

"Sunrise"--A song where Aida says how determined she is to escape the servitude of the Egyptians, especially now that she's found out that her brother is alive and well. As certain as the sun rises, she will rise above her oppressors and be free once more. It starts off somber only to give way to a more energetic sound.

"Cause for Concern"--Zoser's villain song where he convinces Aida to spy on the pharaoh for him and bring Amneris and Radamès together, bringing up that she has no love for any Egyptian and helping him with his plans would someday benefit her. I imagine it as a slow and sinister song, fitting how he slowly convinces Aida that it's better to work for him than against him.

"Captive"--an ironically-named title focusing on Radamès' love for Aida and how he feels a slave to it, and how he recognizes that she feels the same, but wonders if it's purely a matter of proximity; would she love him if she wasn't a slave to his masters? Would she be with him if she was allowed to leave Egypt at any time? Along with this, Amneris sings of how she has fallen for Radamès, and she wonders how being a prisoner of love is just as bad as being a prisoner to the expectations thrust upon her as a princess.

"Dreaming of the Stars"--a father/son duet between Radamès and Zoser about how Zoser dreams of Radamès becoming pharaoh and ruling Egypt, but Radamès, due to his wisdom, foretells his father that his ambition will lead to his downfall. I suppose you could see it as a cross between "Mother Knows Best" (and the reprise) and "At All Costs."

"Silence of my Heart"--essentially an "If I Never Knew You"-type song where Radamès is imprisoned and sings to the wind, which carries his voice to Aida, and she sings back to him as she considers fleeing with the Nubians or going to rescue him and risking being caught. The title comes from the idea that their hearts skip a beat, waiting for the wind to carry their messages to each other and to hear back from their love.

"The Dawn"--I imagine that a good deal of this song is pretty much a reprise of the first two songs, and how everyone looks to the sunrise to see what the future may hold for their destiny.

Lemme know what you think! Would you watch a film like this? Lemme know if you have an questions!

[gruesomejack]

"Hit him." Desmond bared his teeth, "Hit him, man!"

Andy looked at the boy in the grass below them. Rabbit was curled up, doing his best to keep his ribs from being kicked again, his blue-green eyes wide and his nose bleeding. Glancing at Desmond, he sputtered a little. He didn't want to hit him-- He wanted to do the opposite. Reading that letter Desmond showed him made his heart leap. Jonny was so sweet and kind, Andy wanted to kiss him.

It was easy to picture; a blanket spread at the park and lunch between them. He could hear Rabbit's voice in his head blabbering on about the books he was reading or the recipes he'd tried with the foraged food. He was so handsome when his face was lit up, when he was happy. That's what Andy wanted, not this.

"What's wrong with you? Are you some sort of queer too? Hit him!"

He had a choice to make, though. It was Jonny or Desmond. It was picnics in the park and sweet coca-cola kisses or his baseball scholarship and college. Eyes widening, something settled in his chest. Who wanted to go to a school that would discriminate against him for who he loved? The local community college was great-- He wanted a teaching degree anyway. Fuck. Fuck!

Hands shaking at his side, he glanced briefly at the boy on the ground before shifting his focus to his brother. Not a single beat passed before he'd tackled him to the ground and started swinging. Andy had Desmond throttled, his knuckles going straight for his temples. The other boy was so shocked, it took him a second to fight back.

"You're choosing him over me?!" Desmond growled and rolled them, wasting no time to beat into Andy the same way he had Jonny just moments earlier. "You are a queer, aren't you?! Fucking freak! Both of you!"

Andy was writhing and throwing himself. The moment he got his hands free, he yelled and pounded into Desmond's chest before hooking into his shirt. Yanking him down, he slammed his head into his, causing the boy to choke and reel back. Andy scrambled out from under him and tripped to his feet. Without looking back, his arms were out and tugging Rabbit to his feet. "Run. I'll keep him down."

Wide, strange eyes were on Andy. Shaking his head, Rabbit hooked their hands together and pulled. "You're coming with me." Before Andy could deny him, he started off in a sprint, dragging his friend behind him.

They didn't stop, not until they couldn't hear Desmond screaming for them anymore. Andy choked and stumbled, doubling over to pant and wretch. Rabbit was scrubbing over his face, his shoulder pressed up against a tree as he did his best to catch his breath. "...Why did you do that?" He managed through heaves. "You could've just hit me. Now he's going to torture you, too."

Andy lost his hat somewhere on the run. Blonde hair stuck to the sweat on his face and hung in his eyes as he glanced up from his coughing. It took him a second, but he broke into a struggled, but bright laugh. Pushing himself up, he took half a step closer to the boy before jumping him.

Rabbit gasped as he was knocked down to the grass, his eyes growing. "Andy-!" There were lips on his own. They were soft and warm and tasted like blood and chapstick. Rabbit was so entranced by the feeling, that it was a minute before he realized what was happening. Panicked, he shoved the boy gently and broke their kiss to stare at him and choke. "What are you doing?!"

Laughing again, Andy grinned. There was a coating of blood on his teeth, but it was no less charming than usual. In fact, the sight made Rabbit's heart jump-- He'd gotten hurt to keep him safe, and he was here sitting on his stomach, reaching for another kiss. Andy pressed a handful to his lips and more to his cheeks, leaving crimson prints behind like lipstick. "I love you, Jon Stone! I love you, I love you, I love-"

Rabbit nearly yelled, his heart pounding. Instead, a shocked break bubbled in his throat as he started to shake. Was he dreaming? "Andy! You're delirious!"

Andy nodded and nosed at his cheek and his jaw before taking another slow kiss from his lips. "That letter-" Grabbing the boy by the shirt, he pressed their foreheads together and stared at him. "You drive me crazy! Do you know how long I've been daydreaming of getting you alone so I could kiss you? Jonny. You better have meant it! Do you mean it?!" He asked and poked him in the chest, a toothy grin pulling across his face. "Say it!"

Rabbit sputtered, his brows pinching while his whole body warmed. "I love you..." He said and broke into a laugh. "I love you! I'm in love with you!" Grinning, he barely had a moment to try and process everything before Andy was kissing into his mouth.

They shared warm, bloody kisses the whole afternoon. Sweet, gentle hands roamed over Rabbit, just happy to hold him close. He returned the favor with curious touches of his own, eventually settling around his neck in an embrace. Desmond never came after them. Whether it was because he was too hurt to manage it or busy plotting, they were left safe and completely entranced with one another until the sky started to turn cotton candy pink.

"...Am I your boyfriend?" Rabbit leaned against a warm chest, his lashes fanned across his cheeks as he listened to the soft beating beneath his ribs.

"Do you want to be?" Pushing his hands through dark curls, Andy glanced down at him with a small smile.

"Yeah." Peeking up, Rabbit offered a smile of his own and laughed. "Will you walk me home?"

Andy nodded before hesitating. "Are you sure you want to go back there? You could stay at my place tonight. I... I'm afraid Des might-"

Sitting up, Rabbit caught him in another kiss and let out a soft breath. "Walk me to your house then." He said and flashed a small grin, "C'mon, Campbell."

[importantobservationtragedy]

I was going to just leave this in the tags but no, I've seen too many people misunderstand this and it's very simple and easy to explain so I don't know why anyone who shares this fun fact doesn't use this analogy.

So if you took a few leaves put them in a pot with oxygenated water and dried them they would turn brown, because chlorophyll has a molecule in it that absorbs blue and red and reflects green by refraction at an atomic level since particular atoms can absorb particular wavelength of energy and if you modify the molecules propriety by dissolving or oxidizing it . If you went and put blue macaw fethers in a pot with oxygenated water, boiled and dried them chances are they would stay a radiant blue. That's because blue macaw feather have a scale like texture with a specific distance between ridges that only lets 480nm waves hit 2 corner to be sent back while other waves are either too big to get in the ridge or to small to hit 2 corner. We call this effect structural color in opposition to fake color made by pigments.

To explain it further because writing concisely is overrated. Have you played pokemon ?

If you turn this card atcdifferent angles you would see different light reflected on it, because it has real colors. And some colors that won't change no matter the angle, that's an absorbant molecule, they put pigment under the structural coat to have readable information. Now If you put bleach on the back sooner or later the vard will start to bleed the PIGMENT underneath the structural color that will remain because it is a true color.

You could even put these kind of light absorbant molecules on chocolate, are you following? It's a pigment.

It's the same reason pride flags have the rainbow colors on them even tho cotton clothes are too rough to have reflective structure on them.

IT'S A PIGMEEEENNNTTTT!!!!

You could boil, froze, oxidize, carbonate water it won't change the fact that light passing through it will split in colors, because that's his physical propriety, it's TEXTURE!!!!

but a green jay, green parakeet, a tennesee warbler apparently that's a pigment.

the "yeah that's how iridescence works" NO!! bubbles have colors!!! they just happen to be too thin to reflect in the human eyes vision spectrum. But bees can see them as opaque even without PIGMENT.

All jokes aside, don't think too much about it, colors are an invention of the human mind to discriminate the different lights that tickles the retina.

[amarantine-amirite]

Recounting The Flow

I got assigned an essay. I had no idea where to start. “What should I do about this?”

Pixie, who sits behind me, said, “get a lawyer.”

I tipped my head to one side. “to write the essay or to sue the English department?”

Pixie responded, “yes”

Why do I want to sue the English department? My teacher's an ass.

No, really. He makes fat jokes about me, shames me for making mistakes, and he knows damned well that I’m a lesbian and he goes out of his way to set me up to fail. Worse, he’s turned the entire department against me.

They’ve been picking on me long enough that it can legally be construed as anti-LGBTQ discrimination and now is a great time to sue the school district and get a butt load of settlement money. The school district will bend over backwards to avoid being sued. If that means giving you a big gob of settlement money out of court, then so be it.

There's a catch. The lawyer said I would need to get a video of this teacher singling me out for being a lesbian. That means I’d have to come to school wearing a wire.

The next day, I came to school wearing a wire. I took a video of this guy being his dick-headed self. My plan was to take the video off my phone once I got home so I could put it on my flash drive and save it as evidence.

I had a problem with the videos. When I saved them to the flash drive, I noticed that the WAV file was long enough to suggest that I forgot to turn the camera off after first-period English. Only the audio played, and all I could make out was the phrase "We have the bodies of pigs" followed by a loud, oddly porcine-sounding squeal. 

I have no idea what made the sound. I don't even member what happened after English class that day so I couldn't even guess where the sound came from. A lot happened that day. We had a fire drill and the teachers walked off the job before the principal ended the drill.

Later, I figured out how to convert video from a WAV to MP4. And what I had caught on video shocked me.

I got in the car with someone. We took a detour and the road ended at somebody’s house.

And that was when I heard it. We have the bodies of pigs. someone sacrificed two pigs to a demon and their powers activated after receiving the sacrifice. And the squeal came from the person in the car with me, not a pig.

It was really obvious to see what triggered the scream. The windows of the house glowed bright green. Green goo slowly leaked out of the house and pooled on the walkway. The stinking liquid bubbled as it dissolved the pavement to reveal even more goo and a root system.

The putrid river of goo coagulated and then rapidly turned into a hulking beast with skeletal hands, empty hollow eyes, and long fangs. It ate the house in a single bite. And then it turned towards us.

The lawyer quickly dropped the case. He was terrified by what I caught on video.

But that's in the past, I have bigger problems. I have no idea what's going to happen now that somebody appears to have successfully summoned a demon.

@sh1tpostingonmain

[astarab1aze]

i have never had a friend. // V for Furie

Neither, really, had Furie.

In fact, he couldn't remember a time he ever had a true, bonefide friend that wasn't Yule - and she...well, the pain of that loss remained an open wound, bleeding onto every aspect of his life besides. Tainting his faith, giving rise to doubt, but ever and always weighing on him no matter how weak and frail his spirit became. He thought of her for some time, not bothering to formulate a response - it wouldn't have meant anything anyway, not anything good - in favor of staring out from the pulpit over conjured constellations and flickering violet flame.

He wished he could've been sympathetic to V's plight, but he could only think of his own. Selfish in some ways, but it wasn't as if selfishness was a cardinal sin in Mauszan doctrine; It was okay for him to be selfish then, especially if Her song hadn't bubbled or boiled his vocal chords and synapses. Or, maybe it wasn't - not if he had to justify it to himself with the excuse of his religion as so many had before and will do so long after him. Perhaps that was why his so-called 'allies' of the cloth treated him the way they did, too wrapped up in their own selfishness to even pretend he was a person over a mouthpiece for their collective Fate.

Friendship, by now, had become more or less an alien concept to him. Could that have been another reason? Or was it his inability to speak properly, his use of sign language? It wasn't surprising that discrimination of this kind would exist in the nightfolk sectors of society, that human insecurities had long rubbed off on them as a whole - as plentiful and fascinating their differences were, there would always be somebody somewhere who didn't enjoy them at all.

Maybe he was thinking a fair bit too much about it. V had come to him to talk, about things, and here he was, quietly overthinking himself into a hole. No proper answers to even his own questions, and there were many. Then again, if he didn't think and think and think...would he have been able to eventually sympathize with V at all?

He cleared his throat and leaned against the carven marble lectern, rifling through a series of scriptures and songs that might've helped in the moment, but nothing came to mind. Mausza didn't much care for the maintenance of interpersonal relationships, only that Her followers had them at some point in their lives so She could exploit them. Meaning, importance, love, bonds that are supposed to be 'un-severable'- all the nuances of a relationship of any kind were on them to figure out. Then, She would rip them away and shackle Her constituents.

[ "...What do you consider a friend?" ] he asked plainly, lilac drawing away from endless stars and finding V's gem-green instantly, a cold distance set between them. [ "You may have more than you think, some stranger than others, some who consider you a friend conversely. Unless...there's more to it than that? You'll have to explain it to me, so that I may best help you - or have a better grasp of your circumstances." ]