#have seen this so many times now idk it has had a resurgence im not mad st anyone who did rb <3 this isnt like a vague i just disagreed

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right this annoys me so so much which isnt an issue with anybody who has reblogged it but i disagree so profoundly . why is op blaming people for a lack of media literacy and then buying into those same interpretations because as far as i can tell sally rooney books and fleabag do not do this at all. they may depict mental illness but not ever depiction is romanticisation. idk this feels like such a misrepresentation even if you dislike one or both these things. People can really change one another People are all we have LIKE ? that is the human experience it is about people and being in the world. where the hell did this person get "modern media has romanticised deranged mentally ill women" from sally rooney fleabag lol ... i believe it is fine for people identify with or project on or try to emulate a piece of media even if they are grouped as Annoying for it and if U think its annoying that is fine u can just say that without saying things that arent trueee autism haver voice words mean things. similarly there are ways to express frustration towards people who refuse to take steps to heal (AND often there are other factors like . trauma. mental illness. it isn't good but it's like the reality and being dismissive is so unhelpful). "they think stability will make them mundane and uninteresting" did they tell u that?????????? bc the media listed gives the opposite message 2 me .

meanwhile the only other thing i can think of is i guess my year of rest and relaxation and the stuff but that is like a warning against that kind of complacency and lack of progress and refusal to confront your issues as in the protagonist is deliberately presented as insufferable for it. Whereas for example normal people is about two people caught in unhealthy habits/cycles and the ending is them finally breaking away from that via marianne finally letting connell go and trusting that things will be okay in some way (i'll always be here) and connell leaving to like theoretically find self fulfilment in new york and againnn someone focusing on idk the bit when marianne is on exchange and passively self destructing is like not the fault of the text. u are welcome to argue w my interpretations just idk. at the very least the bwway bits that read as commentary on why stories abt rships between people matter i Do Not think mental illness is being romanticised. i will bring up one of my top least favourite things it is like saying oh you're not in your secret history era modern media has romanticised elitism and institutional classism Like u aren't supposed to think that's good and if people do that is on them and the reason nobody is in their tsh era is because they can't READ. i do think there is a point buried in this tiktok even but it really needs reworking . truly.

[imaginexmeintheuniverse]

Resurgence

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: ANGST

A/N: okay so damn this has been in my wips for so long because i got a burst of inspo one day and i kept waiting to be in just the right groove to finish it and i finally did and holy cow so much angst... im thinking of doing a part 2 just to give a full resolution??? But idk let me know what you think!

The war has been over for a little over two years now. You've lost friends and family, but so has he— Draco Malfoy, that is.

You haven't seen him in person since the battle of Hogwarts. You didn't care to keep up with any gossip amongst peers and press either, preferring to spend your time grieving for your lost loved ones and trying to move forward. As much as you didn't care too much about keeping up with current affairs, whispers and hushed words about the platinum-haired heir found their way to you ears anyways.

Draco Malfoy, the boy who thought he had no choice— a title that would follow him for the rest of his life. Because the family defected, none of the Malfoys faced any charges. However, the Malfoy boy searches for a new home; a new life. One where he can rebuild himself and make his own choices.

The day he disappeared through the crowd of wizards cloaked in black, the day you lost so many friends and family, was the day you resolved to focus on being in the present and grieving what you lost, instead of torturing over what could have been.

You feel that right now, as you stroll down a rainy Diagon Alley after some errands and taking a small detour to check up on George. You could simply disapparate to avoid the increasing precipitation, but there's something about today that makes you want to take in every bit of mundane magic— without literal magic.

You had woken up to the sun shining through your windows making your sheets all bright and warm, an owl delivered a letter from each of your best friends, George actually smiled like he was getting back to managing mischief, and each drop of rain that falls on your skin is a reminder that you're alive— and you're happy to take it all in. Today is the first day since the war that you feel like everything is real and everything is going to be okay.

That is until you see something— err someone that makes you stop in your tracks and question if he's real. You almost drop your shopping bags in the puddle you're standing in. The fact that you're staring at him like a deer in headlights, or that the rain is soaking through your every layer of clothing, both become after thoughts as your eyes lock with his. You blink a few times, not knowing whether to trust your eyes.

It can't be.

The same face you've only seen in papers for the last year, stands a few meters in front of you, shielded from the down pour under a black umbrella that matches his usual perfectly pressed suit. He gives you a curt nod, but you stay frozen, taking in every detail of his being. His overall look is as put together as ever, but the dark rings under his eyes and the silver pools of his irises that seem to only contain the remains of shed tears, would tell a different story.

You feel as though someone has nailed your feet to the ground when he starts walking towards you. His pace slows the closer he gets until he comes to a stop a few steps from where you stand.

"Good evening, Y/N," His tone is formal, but it falters slightly with a tinge of discomfort.

You remain unresponsive, letting your eyes bore through him as he feels his breath shorten at the possibility that you can see right through him, and you always have.

"O-Oh, r-right, if I may—" He takes a step into your personal space to offer you coverage under his umbrella, but you flinch backwards, opting to stay in the cold showers. It's the only thing that feels real right now. Looking to the ground, he takes a deep breath, swallowing down whatever it is that seems to be inhibiting him. His eyes make their way back up to yours and you see pain. "Y/N, I would like to apologize- I-I'm sorry- f-for everything—"

"Oh, you're sorry?!" you cry out, your voice full of very real anger that covers up all the very real hurt inside you. After all these years of waiting for him to show some real emotion— you were rooting for him, hoping he would prove everyone wrong and show that he isn't just some cold-hearted snake, and you wanted nothing more than for him to acknowledge and apologize for all the shitty things he's done. Yet here he is, at your mercy, doing just that and it's not enough. "You can't honestly think that saying 'I'm sorry' will suddenly fix everything that's happened— everything you've done!"

Your sudden outburst startles him, and his eyes widen from the shock, but he's not surprised. He wants to make amends, but he also wasn't going into this expecting anything.

"I understand," he mumbles, keeping his head low.

For moment, the sound of raindrops falling on the cobblestone and pattering on the rooves is all that can be heard. To Draco, it's deafening, and not knowing what else to say or do, he gives you another curt nod before turning to leave.

"You coward!" You call after him, your feet never moving. He stops cold in his tracks and flinches as your familiar words sting him just as they did the last time you saw him. "Why do you always- fuck- wh-why don't you just stay and fight for once in your life?!"

You don't even know exactly what you mean by that in your conscious mind, or what you're really asking of him, although a part of you, deep down, must know. "All those years, you've hidden behind your father and that shite personality of yours- you-you have a choice- y-you always have a choice- w-why didn't you—" Your words become less and less articulate as your emotions completely take over and your left stumbling in your words. The rain might mask the tears you feel burn your cheeks in contrast to the cold droplets, but they can be heard clearly in every break in your voice. It isn't fair. "All those years— all those fucking years!"

His head turns first, locking eyes with you once again, before the rest of his body follows. He sees that same fire that's always been present in your eyes. He's always found it to be terrifying, but also incredibly beautiful.

"All those years," he repeats, starting in a small voice, gradually growing in volume as he steps closer to you. "I know I'm the biggest idiot on the face of the planet! You gave me endless chances to do better and I took you for granted, and I'm sorry- I'm so sorry for that—" He knows he deserves every harsh truth you just spat at him. You were always secretly there to support him, despite how terribly he always treated you and everyone you love— you tried to help him and what did he do in return? You've never backed down from him— or anything from that matter and it's something he both admires and envies deeply. How is he supposed to tell you all that now without sounding pathetic? "If there's anything I regret most in my life—"

His whole body comes to a stuttering stop only a step away from yours. Either of you could close the gap with a single stride, and yet, there seems to be an invisible barrier between the two of that always seems to appear the second you become too close.

Draco Malfoy hangs his head once again as he realizes that brave words weren't meant to come from his mouth. You continue to watch as platinum strands fall over his forhead to shield the weakness in his eyes. The barrier only seems to grow thicker as your owns words get caught in your throat and the two of you just stay there.

If anyone were around to witness this scene it would seem cinematic; almost romantic. A tall handsome man and his beloved caught in the rain who could take one step into the shelter of his umbrella. The warm light from the lamposts and shops reflects off of every wet surface creates a glowing atmosphere. A perfect reunion scene that would be. But that's not the case.

[bearbonessystem]

So, I’ve seen some people doing PokéOCs so I guess I’ll get out the thoughts my brain won’t stop saying

Some notes before I get into it uhhh @prof-peach hecc off you bastard for sparking this (jk this is really cool and Im happy there’s a resurgence in Pokémon OCs, is it a resurgence? Idk I don’t read a whole lot of stuff like this) and also I am very bad at names, So I’m open to suggestions and may edit in names over time, without further ado here’s my Pokémon OC I guess

Name(for now): Shep

Gender: *shrugs*

Pronouns: he/they/xe

Likes: Pokémon, quiet, playing and working with xyr Pokémon, snuggles (especially with his team), helping people out, cold, fixing things, dirt, getting really into gardening since coming to the island

Dislikes: heat, loud places, too many people, being away from their pokemon, formal attire/settings

Age: 18-20 years

Physical description: dark brown short and shaggy/unkempt hair (cuts it themself, long hair gets in the way of work), brown eyes, slightly taller than average, pretty chubby with a potbelly but is still strong

Bio: Shep was born the middle child of five kids on a farm in the mountains, they mostly raised sheep pokemon like wooloo and a few mareep for a living, and had some miltanks for moomoo milk. While he was growing up Shep loved helping with the Pokémon especially raising the babies, they want to someday run a daycare and help raise pokemon. On his mountain there was mostly rock/ground types, ice types, some fire and normal types, and of course normal types both on the farm and in the wild. The most experience Shep has with grass types is the gogoat family they had for travel and seeing the some wild grass/ice pokemon like abomasnow and the occasional oddishes and the like. He wants to get more experience with grass types and have a good general idea of how to work with and raise grass types which is what brought him to Dōkatu Island! If xe isn’t doing manual things like repairs, hauling, and wrangling rogue Pokémon, he’s either at the greenhouses(especially the nursery) or at prof. Grey having fun and getting some energy out of him and his team.

~The team~

Herdier: been with them since he was 10 as his lilipup starter, bit bigger and stockier than average, she’s quiet but very eager to get to work and faces it head-on, loyal to her partner to the very end, whenever there’s downtime she loves to curl up with Shep and sleep. Wants to be a Stoutland someday, but is taking her time and enjoying being lap-sized while she can.

Houndeon: he’s a houndoom/flareon hybrid, Shep got him when they were 12-13, bit lazier than herdier and much louder, but with some encouragement can do a decent job with things like herding, his mane is very soft and Shep loves pressing xyr face into it and scritching behind Houndeon’s horns. He’s very caring for his trainer and teammates, even if he teases and pranks them.

Krokorok: they met when Shep was 15 as a sandile, he watched from afar for awhile while shep his dogs worked, and did what he could to help around wether it be bringing messages to people or for digging. The added height and pair of hands from evolving really helps with carrying things and wrangling Pokémon with Shep, and he loves working with xem and the dogs, occasionally playing pranks with houndeon.

Budew: not officially an addition to the team, just a Pokémon that Shep had a connection with soon after moving to the island and Is taking care of. A bundle of energy that gets along surprisingly well with herdier, still bright-eyed, young, and wants to learn about the world with Shep.

That’s about it for now I may add more over time, again name suggestions are appreciated! ฅ^•ﻌ���^ฅ