#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

[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.”

[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 (8.43K+ 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, Crimson Knolastname (If he wasn’t a dick), 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

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, 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!

[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.

[fivecharactersinsearchofanexit]

Scream I was really being discriminated against at work for being an android user. The second I make a new group chat with my new phone everyone is all chatty cause there are no green bubbles. Shameful

[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." ]

[horrorhorizon]

Image ids: 7 images of black text on a light green background. Images 2-7 have "why schools are so difficult for autistic people ?" In small text at the top with answers listed as a small text with a picture over it. The pictures are in various art styles with various amounts of detail. Bottom left hand corner has a watermark "@nerodivergent_lou"

Image 1: "why schools are so difficult for autistic people?" Takes up the whole image

Image 2:Why are schools so difficult for autistic people?

Being bullied-picture of person in blue shaking while a person in purple is yelling at them.

Feeling different- picture of black does not equal sign

Facing discrimination-4 stick figures holding hands. 3 are black. The second one is red.

Being isolated/ not fitting in-person dressed in blue with long wavy brown hair sitting in fetal position with a scribble bubble over their head

Having to mask autistic traits-person in a pink shirt with a black sock bun holding up a white mask to conceal their face

Our communication being seen as rude-speech bubble

Image 3:Why are schools so difficult for autistic people?

Learning in a way which doesn't work for us- an open hardcover book

Slow processing speed-green turtle

Difficulty organising homework/ books- pencil scribbling on lined paper

Struggling with perfectionism- Arrow right through middle of a bullseye

Coping with change e.g. supply teachers or moving classes- a teacher with a light brown bun wearing a cardigan over a white shirt, a mauve pencil skirt, and non distinct brown shoes. They're standing next to a brown desk containing 2 hardcover books and an apple stacked ontop of eachother and in front of a green chalk board with 6 white stars

Unstructured time-white drawing with black outlines of an analog clock and a cup and saucer.

Image 4:Why are schools so difficult for autistic people?

Difficulty initiating tasks-clipboard with 3 lines. On the left of the limes are a check box with a green check in each of them

Lots of crowds-drawing of 5 people with minimal features appearing to be talking

Sensory issues with school uniform-a smiling child with 2 brown buns, a blue long sleeved top, a grey skirt, white socks and black shoes

Difficulty remembering information- very cartoon esq picture of a brain with limbs, a face, and glasses. A dumbbell is in each hand

Having an uneven/ spiky skills set-cartoon drawing of a hedgehog standing on 2 feet

Rules which are unclear-paper saying rules in red text on to. Several lines are on the paper representing text with 3 red check marks on the left side

Image 5:Why are schools so difficult for autistic people?

Strong smells e.g. food, cleaning products- cartoon drawing of a blue bottle with a yellow label and white lid. The label sa says "clean" in red text

Chaotic environment-black squiggles

Bright lights- cartoon light bulb

Not having time to rest-3 blue Zs

Not understanding non literal communication- a different cartoon brain with limbs frozen in a block of ice

Fine motor skills difficulty-a hand holding a pencil

Image 6:Why are schools so difficult for autistic people?

Co-ordination difficulties in PE- person in yellow t-short and blue shorts falling

Loud noises- old fashioned school bell (from like the 80s and not the physical bell that teachers rang). The bell is red, the base is yellow

Not having our safe food at school-blue chips bag

Difficulty focusing- magnifying glass

Lots of demands- two white scrolls with black lines

Exam pressure-3 white papers on top of eachother with black and blue scribbles representing text. On the top paper "exam" in black, "A+" in red, and on the left 1 2 3 with a red check mark next to them are visible

Image 7: Why are schools so difficult for autistic people?

Having our needs dismissed- red X

Myths about autism being spread- green speech bubble "FACTS" red speech bubble "MYTHS" blue circle ontop "vs". Reads as facts vs myths

Being picked on to answer questions- red question mark

Difficulty regulating emotions- cartoon thermometer

Bright coloured display- a very cluttered image of a teachers desk in front of a green chalk board with welcome written on it. Leaves, cards, inkwell and quill, apple, globe, bell, rullers, scissors, books, and pencils are visible.

Anxiety- person seated with their hands clutching their had they are wearing a blue top, grey pants, and black shoes. They have shoulder length black hair. Surrounding this person are various images representing negativity. These include rain clouds, black squiggles, question marks, exclamation points, and speech bubbles with illegible text.

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Autism & School

Neurodivergent_lou

[octaviasdread]

any girls! dark academia movie recs? i really struggle to find anything not about a group of boys (as much as I love them)

SO MANY!!! This is probably a far more detailed answer than you were expecting but this is a popular question and I want to keep a list for myself and others.

Feel free to add to it/give opinions. I've tried to give a tw for anything I can remember

Girls! Dark Academia Movies/TV Shows

Mona Lisa Smile (2003)

1950s Women’s college

Art professor! Julia Roberts

She’s legit the female Mr Keating of the art & college world

Feminism vs. Tradition

Maggie Gyllenhall x Ginnifer Goodwin; their characters were more than friends. Fight me.

Does not end how you expect

Strike!/All I Wanna Do/The Hairy Bird (1998)

MY FAVOURITE!!!

Free on YouTube under one of its various names

Comedy

1960s all girls boarding school

Young Kirsten Dunst

Group of girls plot to sabotage a merger with a boys school less prestigious than their own

Secret attic clubhouse meetings of the D.A.R aka Daughters of the American Ravioli (eaten cold, ew)

girls get political & advocate for their rights using ANY elaborate and chaotic scheme

TW: eating disorder, vomiting & creepy male teacher but the girls plot against him too

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1969)

based on a short book I read for uni by Muriel Spark

1930s girls school in Edinburgh

Scottish teacher! Maggie Smith, controversial with a focus on romantic ideals

Spoiler alert, the liberal teacher is actually a fascist

Her group of fave students has cult- vibes and it’s fascinating

Picnic at Hanging Rock

1970s movie or 2018 mini series

Never watched either but I plan to

Wild Child (2008)

00s romcom every UK teen girl loves

Emma Roberts as the spoiled rich American teenager sent to a strict English boarding school

Plots to get herself expelled but oh no she’s making friends with the girls who help her

And the headmistress has a hot son, and he’s nice??? Double oh no

ICONIC SCENES

Everything! Goes! Wrong!

omg she burns the school down

Feel good, comfort, nostalgia

St Trinians (2007)

English girls boarding school

The kids are all criminals, no joke

So are the teachers

CHAOTIC

gay awakening for british girls

Art heist pulled off by school girls

Government tries to shut them down but oh no, the education minister & the headmistress are ex-lovers

Colin Firth x Rupert Everett in drag

Superior cast: Jodie Whittaker, Gemma Arterton, Juno Temple, Stephen Fry, Colin Firth, etc...

embodies the phrase 'problematic fave'

St Trinians 2: The Legend of Fritton’s Gold (2009)

Mystery, pirate ancestors, hidden treasure

omg Shakespeare was a woman

girls disguised as boys to infiltrate and rob the posh boys school

Villain! David Tennant in that ICONIC boat scene

Teen girls vs. ancient misogynist brotherhood

like the first film but MORE chaotic and BETTER!???

The Falling (2014)

1960s all girls school

best friends! but its unrequited love

Agoraphobic + distant mother aka mommy issues

Sudden death and the school suppresses/ignores the students grief, sparking mass hysteria & a fainting epidemic in the girls

Cast: Maisie Williams (GoT) & Florence Pugh (Little Women) & Joe Cole (Peaky Blinders)

TW: teen pregnancy, death, vomiting, underage s*x, sibling inc*st, past s*xual assault

READ THE PLOT SUMMARY FIRST

The Book Thief (2013)

Based on an amazing book by Markus Zusak

set in 1940s Nazi Germany

Daughter of a communist whose family were taken by the Nazis/died is fostered by an older couple who teach her to read & she paints a dictionary on the basement walls

Coming of age story about a compulsive book thief. No joke, this kid steals books from banned book burnings and breaks into the mayor's library through the window

Family hides the Jewish son of an old friend in their basement and he helps her to start writing about her experiences in the war

TW: death, bombings, WW2 anti-semitism

Mary Shelley (2017)

Overall good & roughly biographical

Pretty costumes and aesthetic

Modern feminist take on Mary Shelly in her own time period

So many INACCURACIES for the drama so don’t take it as truth

Percy Shelley slander and not all of it is justified

Cast: Elle Fanning, Douglas Booth, and Maisie Williams

The Secret Garden (1993)

Based on a fave childhood book

1901 colonial India & Yorkshire, England

Orphaned, spoilt & neglected girl sent to live with her reclusive Uncle in the English countryside

Gothic elements, mysteries, secret doors/passages/locked gardens

local boy with a flock of animals, magic, kids chanting around a fire and all around immaculate vibes

Happy ending!!!

Hidden Figures (2016)

African-American women as mathematicians for NASA

1960s space project

Women balancing a career and family obligations

Deals with racial & gender discrimination

Loosely based on the lives of Katherine Johnson, Mary Jackson, and Dorothy Vaughan who worked for NASA as engineers & mathematicians

Anne of Green Gables (1985) & sequel (1987)

Adaptation L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

Canada (late 1890s/early 1900s)

Highly imaginative & bookworm orphan is adopted by a reclusive elderly brother and sister duo

Small town & school years comedic drama

Unrequited Enemies -> Friends -> lovers

Inspiring new woman teacher

Girls re-enact Tennyson’s poem and nearly drown for the aesthetic™

Dramatic poetry reading with INTENSE 👀eye contact👀

Writer! Anne & English teacher! Anne dealing with unruly girls school antics

Collette (2018)

biographical drama on french writer Sidonie-Gabrielle Collette

Victorian & Edwardian era France

More talented than her husband so she ghostwrites for him

Fight for creative ownership of her wildly successful novels

Affairs with a woman called Georgie and also with Missy, born female but masculine presenting

Cast: Keira Knightly, Dominic West, Eleanor Tomlinson (Poldark)

Enola Holmes (2020)

Netflix book adaptation

Younger sister of Sherlock Holmes

Victorian era! feminism/suffragettes

Mother-daughter focus

Mystery, adventure, secret codes, teens running away & escaping from (and eventually fighting) assassins

Cast: Helena Bonham Carter, Henry Cavill, Sam Claflin, Fiona Shaw, Millie Bobby Brown

Ginger & Rosa (2012)

1960s England

best friends since literal birth navigating troubled teen years

poet & anti-nuclear activist! Ginger

off the rails but also catholic! Rosa

Shout out to Mark & Mark the gay godfathers we all want

family troubles 

TW: older man has an affair with a 17 yr old

Testament of Youth (2014)

based on WW1 memoir by Vera Brittain

young woman (writer & poetry lover) escapes traditional family & goes to study at Oxford University

abandons to become a war nurse

romance, tragedy and war trauma

Cast: Alicia Vikander, Kit Harrington (GoT), Taron Edgerton (Rocketman), Colin Morgan (Merlin)

Little Women (2019)

Writer! Jo & Artist! Amy

Mother/daughter focus and sister dynamics

the March sisters’ theatre club is *chefs kiss*

champagne problems edits of Jo x Laurie are a mood

Ambivalent ending perfectly captures Louisa May Alcott’s dilemma with the book the movie is based on

set in 1860s America

ALL STAR CAST and a Greta Gerwig masterpeice

Lady Bird (2017)

coming of age in early 2002/2003 Sacramento, California

all girls catholic school

writer! Christine aka Lady Bird wants to get outta town and start her life again at college 'in a city with culture'

Mother/daughter dynamics - so realistic!

I live for that Jesus car stunt & the nun's reaction

school theatre program

Cast: Saoirse Ronan, Timothee Chalamet, Beanie Feldstein

Another Greta Gerwig gem

Beguiled (2017)

Virginia, civil war era

Girls school with only five students and two teachers left

Find an injured Union army soldier & bring him inside

Women & teenagers want his attention (v. problematic) before uniting against him

(tbh you'll either love it, hate it, or watch once & forget it)

Sofia Coppola film so its very feminine gaze

TW: violence, death, underage

Legally Blonde (2001)

No questions will be taken

Elle Woods was the blue print

TV series:

House of Anubis (2011-2013)

I know it’s a kids/young teen show but I still unironically love it

ANCIENT EGYPT!!!!

Modern day with Victorian era links to treasure hunters & Egyptian research expeditions (stealing from tombs)

Chosen one plot lines, curses, kidnapping, mysteries, secret tunnels under the school, elixir of life

Teens have investigate & protect themselves cus oh no the TEACHERS are involved in some shady stuff

new American kid at British boarding school is the actual premise not just a fanfic au

Nostalgic, light-hearted, funny, and kinda cheesy but I will accept no criticism

The Alienist (2018 -now)

Mid 1890s, New York

Woman’s private detective agency (Season 2)

Serial killer mystery

Woman secretary turns detective and teams up with a criminal psychiatrist and a newspaper editor to solve crime

TW: violence, child pr*stit*tion

Cast: Dakota Fanning, Luke Evans, Daniel Bruhl

The Queen’s Gambit (2020)

Woman chess prodigy

1950s & 1960s

TW: drug & alcohol abuse

Gentleman Jack (2019 - now)

Based on the diaries of Anne Lister

Victorian Yorkshire, England

Upper-class lesbians

Confident, suit wearing! Anne Lister x shy! Ann Walker

Business woman! Anne running the family mines

Cast: Suranne Jones (Doctor Foster) & Sophie Rundle (Peaky Blinders)

TW: violence

Gilmore Girls (2000-2007)

bubbly/ambitious single mom + intelligent daughter

bookworm! Rory Gilmore gets into a prestigious private school and then an Ivy League college

Small town drama is comedic gold

Fast dialogue packed with pop culture and literary references

Comforting & nostalgic

TEAM JESS

Anne with an E (2017-2019)

Loose adaptation of L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

they completely change the plot lines but it’s still very good content!

Orphan girl with trauma and a love of books/poetry is adopted by an elderly brother & sister duo, bringing light and fresh ideas to a rural community

Feminism, girls writing club, lgbtq safe spaces, girls eduction, black/indigenous representation

Miss Stacy as THAT inspiring teacher

Aunt Josephine’s lavish gay parties have my heart

TW: creepy male teacher tries to marry a student, racial discrimination, indigenous assimilation school

Victoria (2016-2019)

Adaption of Queen Victoria’s life

Victoria navigating her political, royal, and personal life

Albert’s involvement with The Great Exhibition, 1851 (on cultural + industrial innovations)

Alfred Paget x Edward Drummond is exquisite

Gorgeous costumes and aesthetics

TW: bury your gays trope

Derry Girls (2018-now)

1990s Northern Ireland during the troubles

Comedy, episodes 20-25 mins long

English boy sent to an all girls Catholic school with his cousin

✨Dead Poets Society parody episode ✨with a free-spirited female teacher

Sister Michael, the sarcastic nun who hates her job & reads the exorcist for giggles

Wee anxious lesbian! Clare Devlin (plus her friends wearing rainbow pins)

Badass with bad ideas! Michelle Mallon

Main Character! Erin Quinn

Lovable weirdo who would fight a polar bear! Orla McCool

Wee English fella & honorary Derry girl! James Maguire

Dickinson (2019-now)

Loose adaption of the poet Emily Dickinson’s life

Set in 19th century Massachusetts, US

Historical drama with modern dialogue & music that works SEAMLESSLY

gives a great understanding of Emily Dickinson’s poems

💕Vintage gays! Emily x Sue💕

Theatre club, writing, poetry, dressing as men to sneak into lectures, love letters, teen drama, feminism, and an underground abolitionist journal as a brief side plot in season 2

Wiz Khalifa plays death in a horse drawn carriage

TW: opium use

A Series of Unfortunate Events (2017-2019)

Based on great childhood books

Bookworm! brother, Inventor! sister, and baby sister with sharp teeth

Mystery, secret organisations, orphaned siblings figuring things out & fending for themselves against the villain after their fortune

Adults either cartoon evil, comedically incompetent, or SPIES

Boarding school, library owner, scientific researcher, and theatre episodes

Ambiguous time period which is really fun to try and pin point

Killing Eve (2018-now)

Classic detective who has homoerotic tension with the assassin she is tracking down

British Detective! Eve Polastri figures out the notorious assassin MI5 are investigating is a woman, is fired & then put on a secret MI6 case with a small team

Assassin! Villanelle, a psychopath with a tragic past and a mastery of both accents & fashion

Woman MI6 boss! Carolyn Martens, head of Russian section

Travel Europe following Villanelle’s killings and escaping the assassins sent by Villanelle’s organisation

‘You’re supposed to be my enemy and moral opposite but omg you’re the only one smart enough to get me and why am I obsessed with you????'

🚨 GO IN FOR A KISS AND THEN STAB YOUR ENEMY 🚨

Cable Girls/Las chicas del cable (2017-2020)

Spanish drama set in 1920s Madrid

Four young women at a telecommunications company form a group of friends and help navigate the difficult situations they are all in

Secret identities, dangerous pasts, murder, crime, lgbtq couple & throuple, trans man character, feminism/suffragists

girls commit crimes for humanitarian reasons and cover! it! up!

UNDERRATED SHOW!!!!

Gorgeous costumes and set

Haven’t finished it yet and I’m catching up

TW: abuse, violence, death

Outlander (2014 - now)

haven’t watched yet but plan to

Woman time travels to Scotland, 1743

Rebel highlanders, pirates, British colonies, American revolutionary war

Time jumps between 18th & 20th century

[erodasfishtacos]

how do vamp H and YN meet

So we’ve established Harry’s grumpy and he finds YN to be the most annoying person on this planet. Is it a surprise she won’t leave him alone?

-

Harry hated humans. All of them, babies to elderly, he really didn’t discriminate. The only reason he was surrounded by them right now was to blend in.

He’d gone to nearly fifty different colleges in his time, all over the world, to not bring attention to his differences - like the fact he never ages.

Nobody knew he was a vampire but in normal human nature, something in human instinct told people to stay away from him.

Most did, there was the occasional girl who would push past that fear and still try to shoot their shot with him - but that never worked.

When there were group projects, he’d offer to do all the work to avoid having to meet the students outside of the lecture hall, and he’d never had one person turn down a chance to not do schoolwork.

Except now.

“Okay, Mr. Styles and Y/L/N. You two are going to cover The World War II Aftermath,” The professor announces as their final project - worth most their grade.

Perfect. He fought in the war. Also he’s written thousands of papers about this topic already in his academic time.

“Now I’m going to give you some time to find and get acquainted now but this will be an out of the classroom assignment. Try to schedule at least twice a week to meet,” Professor Humprehy announces loudly.

Harry figures the human will found him and she does, she plops down next to him and he grits his teeth when she accidentally spills some of her coffee on his notebook.

“Oops. Sorry, I’m Y/N,” She smiles kindly, reaching her hand out to shake the curly brunettes. But he just glances at her hand and frowns, ignoring it.

She smells of a artificial, overpowering cherry scent that makes him want to gag.

“I’ll do the project,” Harry tells her shortly before turning back to the front of the room, jaw clenched when she continues to look at him.

“Uh, rude? Also, no? I am participating in my final grade,” YN argues, tapping him to get him to look at her again.

When he felts a zip of electricity from the spot she touched, not painful but intense, “No, I will do it.”

“You’re a douchebag,” The human announces without fear, “I’ll meet you at the library, second floor, tonight at eight.”

Harry has to fight the urge to release his fangs and threaten her life until she’s shaking with tears falling down her cheeks.

Instead, he flares at her retreating back as she leaves the lecture hall. No fear in her body or neurological warning that she almost got herself killed.

Stupid little human.

-

Harry grits his teeth as the clock ticks by, the girl late to her own set up time. This is why he couldn’t stand the human race - one of the reasons.

“Hi! Sorry, I got distracted, there was band playing outside of Old Main,” YN titters as she drops her bag, her hair is damp like she just got out of the shower and her skin fresh, dewy.

No artificial perfume.

Her natural aroma floods Harry’s senses and it has him holding back a snarl at the pure sweet but savory mouthwatering scent.

She smells like sex, food, home.

All wrapped into one, his fangs begging to break through and dig into her soft skin.

Mate. Mate her. Make her your mate now.

Harry nearly topples of his seat, his internal predator had never been so loud but also he’d never heard that before - never desired to bond with someone.

Let alone a human.

It happened but very very rarely that a vamp would mate with a human. He only knows of one instance that ends with the human refusing the bond and the vamp killing him.

Humans were innately terrified of vampires so it wasn’t a compatible match to create a eternal bond of love and partnership.

“I have to go,” Harry snaps, harsher than intended. If he didn’t, he was going to do something he regretted but to an annoying, obnoxious human he despised.

—

He disappears off campus for a few days. He goes home to talk to his parents who assure him he was just having an off day and to ignore it.

When he arrives back, the next week, he is sitting in a shaded area on a bench. He was reading through a book that he’s read too many times to count.

Then a empty water bottle is being chucked at him, hitting off his shoulder before falling to the ground, and Harry looks up to see YN.

“You left me to do it myself!” She hollers loudly, making the vampire cringe at the high frequency but setting his normal glare.

“I had something come up,” Harry lies, well sorta, I mean beside the internal crisis of whether he’s looking at his mate right now.

“I-I couldn’t finish it, I failed,” The human breaks down, slick tears bubbling over the corner of her eyes with frustration.

Then Harry feels something he hadn’t in a very long while - remorse, empathy, shame. He didn’t miss them one fucking bit.

“I am sorry,” He says formally, straightening up his shoulders and tucking away his book.

YN scoffs, “Sure, sure your are. Well I just wanted to say fuck you because now I have to retake the class, asshole.”

With that, she storms away and Harry is left very very confused at the emotions swirling in his stomach right now.

—

It’s late, street lamps are on, and most professors are home already. Not Dr. Humphrey. Harry pays him a visit.

“Mr. Styles, what do I owe this pleasure?” The man asks his pupil, he was shoving papers into his briefcase.

“Change YN’s grade. Make it so she passes the class,” Harry orders, his shoulders so broad and straight.

The professor chuckles,”You know I can’t do that. She didn’t complete her final assignment.”

The vampire shifts until his eyes are pure black, not white or anything. His sharp, razor fangs presented as he curls his lips back.

His tone is other-worldly, deep as the depth of hell and it shakes the room like an earthquake, “You’ll do as I say, now.”

Dr. Humphrey opens his mouth in silent horror at the monster in front of him, eyes stuck wide open, and face crumpling.

“Y-yes, I-I will do-do that now.”

Harry reverts back to his twinkling green eyes and normal white smile, “Thank you.”

And as he’s leaving, he turns over his shoulder and says casually, “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll love to drain you blood and have you for my dinner.”

—

“What did you do?” YN accuses, finding Harry at the bookstore in town a few days later, “Dr. Humphrey won’t even look at me.”

“Don’t worry about it,” The vampire doesn’t even look at her, reading the spines of the books with faux interest.

Then, the most infuriating human to roam the planet - Harry seems, flicks his cheek to get his attention, he can’t stop when his fangs descend.

He’s never had a human get to him in the way this girl has.

Instead of a scream and horror, the absolute nutty college girl smirks, and clicks her tongue, “I bloody knew it!”

[theirlovewasreal]

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[fightaers]

in all honesty, there is no festering wound to be poked at.

izuku has never held a grudge against kacchan for whatever kacchan may have done, or whatever the blonde may have said — and izuku is aware of what exactly has been said to him: from the staunch rejection his childhood friend had spewed at his face, to the premature insults from someone who clearly hadn't thought twice on the ramifications of those hurtful words. they were kids, izuku would argue even now. and it was a long time ago. had kacchan apologise now, izuku would have forgiven him easily.

though then again, things were never quite so simple for them, are they ? in truth, izuku has never quite figured out why kacchan had one day become so incessantly mean. they were the best of friends when they were toddlers, or so he was told. wherever kacchan went, izuku had wanted to follow. whatever izuku discover, kacchan wanted to know. of course, it's easy to chalk it up to his quirkless state as being the main point of tension, but even blaming their eventual estrangement to that seems so... cheap.

what kacchan displays towards izuku had never felt like simple discrimination; it felt like izuku had torn something sacred to his childhood friend that he hadn't known, and kacchan had never quite forgave him for that.

sometimes izuku wishes he could just ask, so they could finally talk this over, finally have this long-standing tension between them breaks, or come to some sort of conclusion. but to ask would be to— to have done with, isn't it ? to ask would mean izuky would finally tie away this unresolved conflict between them, and shelve it somewhere so he could only remember kacchan five, ten years down the road with a nostalgic lens. not that he wasn't prepared to have done so when they parted after middle school, but this ...

this is different.

yes, it sucks and it's exhaustive and kacchan lights up every trigger for anger izuku didn't know he'd possess, but when kacchan had offered him his contact number, it'd been done because kacchan chose to keep this contact with izuku. and when izuku had reached the blonde right back, it's because he too, in a way, chose to bridge the gap between them. they were no longer simply following the motion of where life takes them. they chose this. kacchan wants to see him by choice. the thought is exhilarating: here was the boy who never wanted him, showing an ink-sized drop of interest, and it was enough.

even now, the punch a concentration of pain blooming egregiously across his cheek, izuku catches kacchan's blazing red eyes, fully burning into him, it's enough.

izuku touches the area of his upper lip tentatively, his mind reeling from the force of both the punch and the way the back of his head hits the wall that it takes him a while to register the blood running down his nose. if there is any pain, izuku doesn't necessarily show it. not from some sense of pride though, more so because the shock of it all is still running ragged down his body. kacchan looks pissed, and izuku doesn't know why, because he knows he ought to be on his knees begging his childhood friend for forgiveness, but instead he feels the agitation accumulated all evening bubbling itself up his chest. he doesn't feel like pleading. he feels like fighting back.

and it's as izuku said. in truth, there is no festering wound. izuku has long been in peace with his limitation and lack of this biological power. he has a career he's proud of, and a day-to-day life that's fulfilling. that doesn't mean the same could be applied to kacchan. clearly if any of them had carried any injury from their easier days in kindergarten, elementary and middle school, it is on bakugou katsuki's skin and not izuku. and so, with a straight face, the green haired paramedic manages, voice oddly calm: ❛ is it that disgusting kissing someone quirkless, kacchan ? ❜

his roughened hands place itself on bakugou katsuki's wrist then. this close, the sparks land on izuku's skin. it burns, but izuku doesn't falter. his thumb presses into kacchan's pulse instead; the movement is gentle, intentional. ❛ does it feel especially repulsive that a defective, an empty-blood... ❜ a common derogatory slur for the quirkless population, ❛ … is holding you like this ? ❜

there's a point where sense ends and arguments begin with them. it happens every time they sit in the same room, even when they're with others from their respective lives - sometimes the cause is driven by alcohol, sometimes spite, sometimes nothing. katsuki cannot tell you where the lines are meant to be drawn. maybe they never are, and @fightaers allows it.

there is something about deku that means he will never have the same effect that his group of friends have / he's sworn deku has tried. maybe he hasn't. but see, kirishima can enter his personal space without backlash, kaminari can sit back and casually poke fun at his personality, even sero can kick his legs into the blond's lap while ashido can hover with new gossip to share. and uraraka, she has been the closest to him since high school, in a sense ; they stayed on good terms even after their amicable break. they spar, they team up as heroes, and if anyone can still earn a genuine smile out of the otherwise scowling bakugou, it was her.

but deku has never been afforded the chance. every act he attempts feels like he is trying to undermine katsuki, and katsuki - stubborn - shuts it down.

and alongside that, some would point out that katsuki still contacts deku at the end of the day, pursuing this twisted bond just enough to maintain it / some may even say it's sadistic of him to string deku along. that maybe he should finally cut ties. [ a few of his friends have already voiced their concern, but each time, he shoots down the topic or changes it entirely. ] it's not like he doesn't know they're right, because they are, this has become more of a hindrance than a benefit - if you could ever consider their reconnection beneficial. but whatever discontent he carries for deku, overwhelmed by this innate need to prove his superiority over him, it is quietly backed by one thing :

deku isn't the only one that keeps coming back to it.

maybe that's why katsuki had brought the argument to his genkan, determined to get under deku's skin and dig into festering wounds. maybe that's why he snarls out something - he cannot recall what it is now - with the intention of making it hurt, and maybe that's why he endures the shock of crashing lips onto his.

there is no other way to say it : katsuki hates deku. he needs to hate him for some sickening reason that he keeps drinking from, because he cannot resist the way it makes him feel. he hates and hates and hates, and he feasts vehemently on the other's reactions like a starved animal, but - well. he did not expect that deku would do any more than walk out that door and come crawling back the next day, like he's done every other time. he did not expect to watch this paramedic, who has more strength than his 14-year-old counterpart ever did, turn on his heel and seize him by the collar and pull him in.

were deku to remain quiet and leave without another word, maybe katsuki would have done nothing. maybe he would stay in shock. maybe he would even wander back into his apartment, bewildered, to the point that he can't react with anger until the next day.

but why would it ever be that simple with them ?

the moment deku opens his mouth - so kacchan can be quiet - katsuki feels the choking anger rise from the pits of his stomach. his hands spark and pop. before deku gets a chance, katsuki swings a right hook directly at his face, every muscle and sinew arguing against his tension as he does. and, perhaps knowing that deku may not gather himself if he's fast enough, katsuki lunges forward to seize the fabric of his shirt ... [ with his hand still setting off explosions, small, but enough to leave a smouldering impression behind. ] ... to shove him into the nearest wall of his genkan.

his glare, blazing with unbridled fury, is unwavering. his snarl remains tense and canines purposefully bared, though his lips are swollen from the unwelcome kiss. he applies more pressure against deku as he leans in. ❛ you don't get to fucking speak to me that way, deku. ❜

the memory lingers. the taste lingers. he feels sick, as though this time he was drinking the same thing as before, but now he was choking on its taste ... all because deku made him taste it. he wants to spit it back out. [ the last person he kissed was some girl he was set up with. he didn't love her either. but it didn't instil the same sort of reaction / the disgust, the hatred for its taste, its feeling, the way his lips sting from the moment ... ]

❛ i should break your fucking nose, ❜ comes the threat. he nearly did. he wishes he did - but he knows his reputation hangs in the balance, and something like that would be too obvious. ❛ be fucking glad i didn't, and don't you ever fucking kiss me again. ❜ / continued from here.