#i don’t understand how or why people are so hateful

[peachesofteal]

The wallflower.

Johnny clocks it immediately, your shoulders practically pinned against the pale-yellow wall, pint glass slick with condensation cradled between your fingers. Your eyes dart around and then away, finding something to study in the carpet, or the stairs, on the coffee table.

You’re not comfortable here, that much is clear.

He elbows Simon. “Poor girl looks nervous.” Simon gives you a furtive glance over the rim of his glasses, and nods.

“Probably only knows one person. Or got dragged here.” It’s Kyle’s wife’s birthday party. She has a lot of friends it seems, well liked in all facets of her life, work and otherwise. He clucks his tongue. “Sweet thing.” Someone bumps into you, and then pivots, reaching out to grab your arm in apology. You don’t tell him off or pull away. You just glance at his hand, meek smile stretching your lips sour. It turns Johnny’s stomach.

“She needs rescuing.”

“Johnny.” There’s a warning in Simon’s tone, a reproachful sentiment that he knows well. No strays. No projects. No more shelter pets.

“Ach c’mon. Look at her.” That one muscle in Simon’s cheek feathers, the one that says everything without Simon saying anything at all. Broken resolve.

He sighs. Johnny grins.

“Ye alright?” The man who’s taken up a residence at your shoulder is now speaking to you. Worse, he’s asking you if you’re alright.  

“I… I’m good. Yeah. Fine.” You grip your glass tighter, ignoring the flip of your stomach. You snuck at glance at him when he first came over, and that was enough. He’s very handsome.

And you’re, well-

You’re… you.

“Someone ditch ye?” Oh god.

“Uh, no. My friend is over there.” You point to Anna’s back. She’s in the kitchen, laughing so loud you can hear her from across the living room.

“Ah. She did ditch ye.”

“No!” You glare at him, “No.”

“But she didnae offer to introduce you to anyone?” You wince, and his eyes flicker with sympathy. “Ah, she did.”

“I’m not good with… people.” The understatement of the year. You don’t do people. People are too unpredictable, too much of an unknown. A pattern of behavior will only take you so far, and it’s hard to forecast their actions, reactions, words, emotions… everything.

You prefer safer bets. Predictable things. Equations, mostly.

“Ye’re not good w’people, but ye’re at a party.”

“Yes, it’s quite a feat.” You snap your mouth shut, expecting him to give you a weird look, but he laughs.

“If ye’re uncomfortable, why stay?”

“Because, social interactions are good for me. And I promised myself a slice of cheese pizza if I made it an hour.” He should laugh. Most would. Most would think it’s fucking hilarious, how you’re bribing yourself, dangling a carrot in front of your face.

But this guy doesn’t. He doesn’t laugh. He cocks his head, and frowns. “So… ye’re torturing yourself so ye can earn a slice of pizza.” A nervous giggle bubbles up and out your throat.

“It sounds bad when you put it that way but-“

“It is bad.” A deep voice sounds from over your shoulder, and you jump.

“This is Simon.” Your new… friend, Johnny, motions to the hulking man at your side, and you manage a nod, spitting out your name. “He’s no’ scary, just looks it.” Johnny reaches for his hand, and the equation clicks to together with ease.

Oh.

“You here with a friend?”

“Uh. Yep.” You point to Anna, again, and they exchange a look.

“She ditch ya?” Same question, different accent, and you’re about to give the same answer, when Johnny intercedes.

“She’s here so she can have a slice of pizza.” Yeah. It sounds bad.

“Wot?”

“I… It’s good for me to be around people so I said if I could do it for an hour, I could have pizza.” They’re both wearing expressions you can’t translate, two faces you don’t understand, and it twists you up.

“Do you usually ransom yourself pizza?”

“N-no.”

“Is it… an eating thing?”

“Oh, no. It’s like… I’d rather be at home, but everyone says socializing is… important. So, for doing something I hate, I get pizza.” Simon sighs.

“Trying to fit a square into a circle.” The comment is puzzling, but as you’re trying to put it together, Johnny links his pinky with yours and tugs you closer. The room is quiet, the music, the laughing, the chatter, all of it goes silent. There are dozens and dozens of people in here, but right now, it’s just you and these two. Staring at one another. There’s a web thin string spinning from him, to you, to Simon, and it’s wrapping you up, cocooning you, holding you tight.

“This okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Ye wannae go get that slice with us?” Do it. Just do it. Do something. You take a deep breath.

“Sure.”  

They look comical, shoved into the pleather red booth across the table from you, Simon far too wide to comfortably accommodate Johnny, but they don’t seem to mind. “So, cheese then?” You nod, picking at the faded corner of a menu. This was a bad idea, this was stupid. What were you thinking? Why-

“Three slices of cheese please.” You hadn’t even noticed the server, and you panic when she starts to turn away.

“And a coke!” You blurt, immediately embarrassed. She stares at you for a second before nodding, forcing a smile, and walking off. Fuck. You press your palm down on the table, trying to focus on the texture, the feel of it.

“Hey,” Simon says softly, “you didn’t do anything wrong.” You bristle.

“I know that.” Of course you know… don’t you?

Clearly not.

They don’t try to force you into conversation, but they do talk to you. They don’t ask you pointed questions or try to dig into you, instead choosing to tell you about themselves, their dog, their jobs. They keep you involved without dragging you in unwillingly.

It’s nice.

You’re halfway through your slice when you realize they’re watching you.

 “What? Is there something on my face?” You frantically wipe at your chin, your cheeks. Simon’s mouth quirks.

“Nothing on your face, sweet girl.” Your brain scrambles. Words fail. You don’t think anyone has ever called you something like that before.

“Oh. Okay. Well. Good.” Stupid.

“Go on and finish up.” He instructs, pointing at the grease laden slice, and you bring it to your mouth obediently. “Want to come for a walk with us after this? Our favorite park is around the corner, and the moon is really bright tonight.” A walk. With them. A walk? What does that mean? Just like, a walk?

Do it. Just do it. Do something. Be brave.

You roll your shoulders, and take a bite of your pizza, chewing slowly and swallowing.

And then you nod.

“Yes.”

[rouge-fauna]

Normally, I wouldn't really say anything about the drama and stuff, because that's not what I'm here for and honestly I feel like a lot of it is just none of my business. But, it just feels so close to home for me that I can't help but say something. Because here's the thing people aren't going to talk about and probably don't even realize, but I think so much of this drama actually has to do with Dream being autistic.

Just notice the themes of what Tubbo said about Dream being weird, inappropriate, not considering the social boundaries, not communicating, coming across wrong… etc these are all things that can be attributed to Dream literally not knowing better because of neurodivergence. That’s not an excuse but an explanation to know the difference between Dream texting Tommy’s mom out of being manipulative versus not understanding how that breaks a social boundary. That’s not to say Dream should get a free pass to do whatever but I think in the same way we take into consideration other people’s ages and their naivety and obliviousness and inexperience into consideration, Dream’s neurodivergence should be considered too. It is valid. It makes a difference between manipulative and malicious intent versus simply not seeing it the same way.

And really the sad thing is, that I think people will always dislike Dream. At the end of the day, I think that will never change, because even if he was the most perfect person people would still dislike him because of an underlying subconscious response to him not being like the rest. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that he is made the villain in real life and in the dsmp, because it is simply a psychological fact that people inherently dislike autistic people. It’s not because they are ableist it’s just we don’t act like they do so that makes us weird and therefore unlikeable. And it’s hard to understand us because our brains our literally different and as has been said throughout history what we don’t understand we hate, we fear, we see as evil, we attack. Why does Dream get canceled and attacked over and over again? Not because they are true and it proves a pattern that he’s shitty, but because society is so desperate to find a more tangible reason to hate him other than the fact that they just do. Because his behavior breaks social rules he didn’t realize existed. Because he’s easy pickings. Because in my opinion it all comes down to autism and honestly until that piece is actually taken into consideration nothing will probably resolve.

[hanguji]

give me one source that backs up any of what you said.

i've literally never understood this perspective. i don't understand how people so far separate domestic law enforcement and military.

firstly they are not "poor" not in any sense.

Most members of the military come from middle-class neighborhoods. The middle three quintiles for household income were overrepresented among enlisted recruits, and the top and bottom quintiles were underrepresented.

30% of those "duped" into joining the MILITARY have service-connected disabilities. but it's the army, not the domestic police force. of course there are going to be traumas associated with killing people and trying not to get killed, what did they think would happen..? economic incentive is nothing short of being selfish.

you're being appallingly contradictory. cops aren't rogue, they don’t operate in spite of the government—they’re an essential part of how it functions. the same government that sends its militants out to Kill People. that's their whole job. from the u.s. army page:

our purpose is timeless and clear: to fight and win our Nation's wars.

and all that harm they cause? the lives they end? where's the punishment for that? since you think cops are deserving of more of it. do you hear often of soldiers being "fired" from the military from killing too hard, or something...? the worst that happens is they're decommissioned with a fine. and their suburbia parents can pay those off. their commanders can literally choose to not prosecute them, because they have their own court system.

and as for the fbi thing one, two, three mentions of the police in their FAQ in positive or supportive light.

they don't see nazis as an issue. they never did. perhaps they did a 2006 nazi screening, but be for real! it doesn't take an FBI agent to realize this. they got pressured into caring, so they pretended to. do you think the FBI has absolutely zero say and/or power over the police force and the hiring process. btw there's an FBI police force in which they ask for

Experienced law enforcement applicants may bring knowledge and skills obtained through working on a police force; serving as military police officers; providing visitor protection and law enforcement in parks, forests or other natural resource or recreational environments; or in performing criminal investigations.

so why, if you hate the police, would you trust the FBI?

it's very clear you are doing exactly what OP was talking about. you don't value the lives outside of the usa as lives that matter. you value the life of a suburban dog over millions of human lives because of some bogus individualism and a hypothetical sad army guy.

you have us soldiers sexually assaulting civilians of lands they're the foreigners in. they are also killing people's dogs for no reason.

because the military cannot enforce domestic laws, they can't hurt YOU. but they do all that the police do and worse across borders in the name of the u.s., and you can't see it so you don't care.

very jokerfiying how usamericans have such a different opinion on their police than their military just because their military principally kills and abuses foreigners

[blushy-tigerrr]

this is why we can’t have nice things i guess :’)

[bumblebeerror]

Okay. I think I’ve got my brain together enough out of the migraine soup.

Dream dedicated 25 seconds to his use of the word “retarded”. His entire response video that he actually sat down, scripted, read out, edited, and then captioned is 10 minutes long.

He dedicated less than 5% of the fucking video to the thing that everyone is mad at him about. To the thing it took him ALMOST A WEEK to admit he was wrong about.

The length of the apology isn’t the issue - had he uploaded JUST that 25 seconds, it would have been perfectly acceptable. But he didn’t.

I want to emphasize - I was neutral towards the guy before this shit. I found his videos boring and was happy for him when the allegations turned out to be false (though, idk why he was chatting with fans on Snapchat in the first place?). This action and his reaction to being rightfully called out is what has made me genuinely dislike him.

First off, the tweet itself and all of his reactions to it.

It’s clear to me based on how he has addressed this, first by insisting he can “reclaim” the word retarded because he’s autistic and then by skimming over it in the crash out stream that he does not understand why using that word that way was ableist.

“Retarded” was originally a kinder, medicalized term used to describe people who are cognitively disabled. It was made to replace words like “weak-minded”. Its association with nonverbal and disabled people caused laypeople to use it to compare those they insulted with it to the cognitively disabled.

Using the word “retarded” to insult someone is comparing them to the cognitively disabled, and expresses the belief that those with cognitive disabilities are lesser, unintelligent, less than human, etc.

It is harmful because those with cognitive disabilities are still humans who deserve dignity and kindness.

And it’s clear to me that Dream doesn’t understand that THIS is the reason that he shouldn’t have used “retarded” this way. It’s clear to me that he believes that people just feel insulted by the term.

It’s clear to me that he didn’t expect anyone cognitively disabled to see it, let alone be able to respond to it.

It’s also clear to me that he didn’t apologize because he genuinely felt bad about it - his attempts to gloss over it 3 times now and his insistence that being autistic makes it okay for him to use it against others is indicative of that. He apologized because everybody refused to shut up about it. He apologized to make people forget he said it. And he took a fucking WEEK to even attempt to apologize because he was pissy that nobody laughed with him.

Secondly, his bitching about other creators hurting his feelings.

Dream doesn’t seem to get that the reason so many people yelled at him over a meme was because he targeted regular people besides Tommy when he made that post. 15 million, in fact. Just regular fans.

Tommy and his friends only hurt… Dream. They didn’t attack his fans with a fucking slur.

Just to get that bit out of the way.

Thirdly, the burying of his apologies in complaints of other creators bullying him is a tactic to keep people distracted.

Whether he understands why people hate what he said or not, Dream has buried those apologies in accusations and complaints about bullying as a way to deflect from what he did wrong. It’s a way to shift the narrative back to well-trodden ground and keep people distracted from what he did to kick off this whole thing. I’m fuckin’ disappointed in people who have let that distract them from it.

And the fact that he ended the video response with

“And you don’t need to put other people down to lift yourself up”

Is just fucking rich coming from the guy who just punched down on cognitively disabled people.

[ you can watch his full video in connoreatspants’ vod reaction. Video starts at 3:50 ]

And just for the record? I’m cognitively disabled. I have been very open about having a memory disorder, a severe learning disability, and struggling with anomic aphasia ( knowing a word but being unable to say or recall it ).

Obviously I cannot speak for those who have more severe conditions, but even these were enough for teachers to call me retarded or imply as much to my parents as a child and a teen.

Somehow, I doubt that Dream has actually experienced that type of humiliation outside of being on the receiving end of Gamer Words. Because I can’t imagine ever trying to inflict that kind of hurt on someone else for a joke.

TLDR: Dream doesn’t know or care what he did, and his apology is pathetic and halfhearted at best.

I’m gonna go nap now bc my head still hurts.

[funky-brainedwhaletransgender]

It’s just a little bit soul crushing when I come across trans men talking about how much they hate men. Apologizing for being one. Like ‘haha I guess I’m a trans man yep that means I, as a man, suck, just like all other men haha feel free to vent your frustrations about the patriarchy at me. I can’t help being a man I hate men why would I choose to be one?’

I remember being there. Hating the gender you belong to is exhausting. It’s worth deconstructing I promise, even just for your wellbeing. Here’s a start:

Manhood isn’t inherently tied to misogyny and violence. Misogyny and violence are choices. Just choices that men are disproportionately conditioned into making. Men can and do rewrite that conditioning all the time. Manhood isn’t the problem. The problems are misogyny and violence. You’re not a bad feminist because you let go of the hate you have for the manness of yourself. Your manness doesn’t make you violent or misogynistic, being violent and misogynistic make you violent and misogynistic make you violent and misogynistic. Testosterone HRT doesn’t turn you into the archetype of male violence. Testosterone isn’t the driving force of misogyny and violence. Do you understand what I’m saying? Misogyny and violence are not inherent and inescapable to anyone, regardless of identity. Being a man doesn’t make you evil.

Treating misogyny and violence as inherent to manhood excuses men for being violent and misogynistic. Accountability is real hard when you consider doing bad things a fundamental nature tied to an identity. If men are sexist, can you blame this man for being sexist? That’s just how men are. Do you see how this is boys will be boys hidden behind a couple layers of pseudo feminism?

I spent years dancing around manhood because I believed the second I labeled myself a man I was the enemy. The number of ways I found to describe my masculine identity that weren’t man. The number of times hearing ‘at least you’re not a man’ set me back. The number of times I came so close to manhood, but ran into an explicitly trans inclusive ‘I hate men’.

I think the best word for how manhood feels to me is settled. Being a man feels like home. Masculinity feels so gentle, in a big ol’ teddy bear sort of way. Growing a beard and letting your little cousin stick flowers in it. Making sure none of my students think it’s okay to make fun of the kid who cries a lot. Answering ‘boys don’t cry’ with ‘I’m a boy, and I cry every single time a dog in a movie is sad’. I want to be so kind. I want to be the man someone chooses to start working on their dog’s fear of men with. I want to be trusted to watch a drink and to walk with people to their cars at night. I want them to find a cure for cat allergies so I can get that patting-tiny-animal-with-hairy-hands gender euphoria without eye irritation. Cardigans and top surgery scars. Wrinkled hands injecting testosterone. My dream life closes on sweet if eccentric old man.

I may have tangented a bit, but just… you don’t have to hate the man part of you. It doesn’t do any good. It’s not a moral responsibility. You can let that go because ‘man’ is just a gender. It isn’t a fundamental evil that exists deep within your being. The only evil masculine urge I’ve ever felt is the desire to wear athletic shorts in the middle of November. You’re not doing anything wrong by existing as a man I swear.

[bostoncreamdonut]

“Disliking Caitlyn but not Silco is just misogyny.”

LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER!!!

Let me preface this by saying that I don’t care if people like Caitlyn. You can like characters who have done wrong— hell, my favorite is, in fact, Silco. There’s nothing wrong with that. Second, just because a character is well-written doesn’t mean people have to like them. I think Silco is amazingly written, and I like him, but I also acknowledge his wrongdoings and don’t deny the harm he caused. The same goes for Jinx. So, why don’t I like Caitlyn?

Because Silco and Jinx are a byproduct of their environment. The result of systematic oppression, neglect, and inequality at the hands of Piltover. They cracked, and we can understand why and how someone could break in that environment. How they could turn to aggression after living like that their entire lives. Piltover is safe, clean, and livable at their expense. People aren’t living in Zaun, they are surviving.

Caitlyn didn’t have it nearly as bad to justify her actions. Yes, losing her mother was horrible, but that doesn’t excuse how quickly she turned on Zaun. One Zaunite killed her mother (edit: amongst other things that she experienced, but I believe her mom’s death was what ultimately dictated her decisions in S2), and suddenly, she’s making a group suffer for it, including Vi. Can you imagine how many kids in Zaun have been orphaned because of the toxic environment and oppression they face every day? Caitlyn’s reaction is so drastic, especially considering her experience mirrors the harsh realities that Zaunites are forced to endure all the time.

This is also why I dislike CaitVi when I think about it for more than a second, to be honest.

Also, people do NOT have to explain why they dislike characters/ships.

(I’m just in a yappy mood.)

Sometimes it’s just a feeling, maybe personal bias, maybe they just don’t care to explain, etc. That’s okay.

You will live if people dislike your favs, I promise. [pats back]

Do I writhe on the ground when I see Silco hate? Maybe… Can I accept others hate him? Yeah! (In his case, I don’t even need to ask why.)

Let me know if you think I missed any crucial points or made a mistake! My memory is not the best but I have rewatched recently so I hope it served me well today. Honestly, I don’t want to upset people, this has just been bothering me for a while. I really dislike some Caitlyn stans’ reactions to criticism of her.

Okay, I think I’m done. See ya!

[yuikomorii]

This is from your young blood post i saw: I’ve heard people didn’t like the fact that rejet made ayato out to be the adam but i don’t really understand as to why?? Wouldn’t this add more depth to the franchise. For example, Subaru, he’s known for openly hating his father so I was thinking, doesn’t that add a lot more drama to his route or atleast subtle irony? Also Reiji, he admires his father but isn’t adam. I think the young blood chapter was amazing and adds onto the whole like semi forbidden love?? or dark romance bit.

// Honestly, I’ve only seen Western fans complain about it, because in Japan, everyone in the DL fandom seems to love and respect Ayato. He has the highest desire rate and the biggest fanbase in EA.

Aside from his marketing appeal, I genuinely believe Ayato is “the chosen one” because he possesses innate traits that others either never had or lost at a much younger age. Despite his life being a living hell, Ayato, as a child, was never deliberately rude to anyone, and remained selfless and compassionate. In YB, after discovering that Laito and Kanato are missing, he’s willing to risk his own life to go back for them, even knowing the danger he could face. Later, when he’s used as bait and his absence goes unnoticed by his brothers after meeting again, his first thought upon reaching the fig tree is “I don’t know what happened to Shu and Subaru… no way they got eaten, right?”. Even after he nearly got killed, Ayato’s instinct is to worry about his brothers’ safety.

What Karlheinz says to him here could also be a factor. Ayato's ability to continue cherishing life, despite how badly he was treated by people around him, and his mental resilience in the face of what he's endured, make him the perfect candidate.

I agree that other characters had a stronger connection to the Karlheinz plot and it would have been more interesting, but I kind of like how Ayato is positioned as this special and different being in canon, even though no one—not even the characters themselves—can really explain why. I guess what makes Ayato “Adam” to Karlheinz is simply the fact that he’s Ayato. 😂😂

Credit to dialovers-translations and tournesolia on tumblr

[radfemf]

No hate to the op but I don’t understand the hostility on detransitioned people who did go through a lot of trauma and just want to share their view on how it affected them. A lot of other people could relate and acknowledge that they are making a mistake so I don’t get why they shouldn’t spread awareness since some procedures are irreversible.

Also some detransitioned people did go through it at such a young age and It’s every adult’s fault that they went through multiple medical procedures, so it’s their right to share their part of the story.

[vijaxx]

never felt so alone

summary: months after you got jumped, everything comes back when the girl who jumped you talks to your best friend

warnings: angst, fluff, semi graphic descriptions of being jumped, comfort, sadness, dealing with trauma (physically and mentally)

the footsteps echoed as she ran up to you. you couldn’t figure out what was about to happen. you didn’t have time. you’ve never been in a fight before. you hadn’t interacted with this girl for weeks. why was she going to do this?

her strong hands grabbed on your curls and handle of your backpack, shoving you harshly on the ground. dazed and confused, you curled up instinctively, body shaking as she grabs your bag again and kicks you. not with the intent to leave bruises. or at least, not when she was being recorded.

she kicked you and screamed at you, all while you tried to understand what was going on.

“shut the camera off!” she screeched at the person recording, who quickly complied, holding her bag for her.

she made quick time of actually kicking you, before getting bored. this had been planned.

she was close behind you since you left school. her house was close by so she could run, and it was a very busy street.

as she picked up your backpack, she threw you off of the curb, trying to gather your thoughts as she kicked you into the street with only one intention.

she wanted to kill you. she wanted you to die at that very moment, to get hit by a car.

and a couple minutes once she came, she left. like nothing had happened. and your best friend watched the whole thing.

now, three months later, she was trying to reach your best friend. she needed to talk to her.

a sick, uneasy feeling pooled in your stomach, tears brimming in your eyes as you remember how the video went viral. it went through your school district and then spread to others. walking through the halls two days after as people laughed and said comments like “fucking pussy”, or “i wish they actually got hit by a car”.

the sting of losing all of your friends, ones who you trusted with your life, smirking and saying how they wished you were killed.

it was you, your best friend, and billie.

“baby”, billie said, placing a hand on your thigh. “what’s going on? you’re zoning out. you didn’t even answer me when i asked if you wanted to have japanese food tonight. and that’s your favorite!” her blue eyes made gentle, yet powerful contact with yours, a way of saying, “don’t bullshit me, something’s wrong” but also “i’m here for you. i’m your girlfriend”.

you hugged your knees against your chest, sighing as you looked at the texts. “she wants to talk to isla.” you said, spoken monotonely but carrying a hint of worry and sadness. billie didn’t even need to ask who you were referencing, she knew it was the girl who jumped you.

billie never liked the girl, but she soon despised her with her entire being once she put a finger on you, her entire heart made of malice when it came to her.

her gaze softened, her fingertips lightly brushing against her palm as a way to say, “may i hold you?”. you leaned into her embrace.

her arms were shaky as she tried to wrap you in a comforting cocoon while staying acutely aware of the reflexes the acknowledgment of the trauma brought.

you sobbed lightly into her shirt as she hummed her songs to you, comfortably gliding her hand down your spine, smiling at the way you shivered when she touched you so intametely.

after fifteen minutes of crying, she cupped your cheeks and kissed your dried tears, leaning in to capture your lips in a tender kiss, your swollen, puffy, and pink eyelids closing as you melted into her.

“i won’t let anything happen to you.”

and you began to believe her.

a/n: hi this is a very personal story because this is based on my life. this is a real event that happened to me, and i had warned staff and administrators of hate crime threats being thrown my way, never being taken seriously. then, after actually being hate crimed, the never sought justice for me. i hope you enjoyed the fic <3

taglist: @47lake @hkkuugu @st0nerIesb0 @n0vabug @everythingtruly @darkside-0f-the-sun @vyntagess

[cute-little-fly]

Whoah! Very good points there.

I understand now more that criticism that I used to after reading your analysis. It makes sense, and is not as bad as it seems.

For me also the tonal change between Truth Seekers and Ozzie’s is like the one that left me more: what? Was Stolas feeling like this the whole time? How? Also in that episode I never understood how Stolas knew they were in danger and his act was more over the top than in other episodes. But it ended being relatable and for me the Circus episode helped to reaffirm a lot of Stolas character. For me, it completely fixed that difference between the two episodes. This is why I don’t understand why some people jumped with the circus and not in Ozzie’s.

The show has been just improving, I think is pretty obvious that the show has been improving overall.

The criticism I don’t understand is how people say that Season 1 and the pilot was better than what we have now, and how they think the tonal shift was in circus when it happened in Ozzie’s.

Season 2 is a lot better than Season 1, not the opposite. Season 2 maybe completely diverged from some of the episodes and concepts of season 1, but that was necessary to do. They need to decide their focus. Season 2 as a whole is way more cohesive and within season 2 I never felt sudden tone changes or anything like that.

For me is almost inspiring to see how that silly pilot evolved into a very mature narrative about family, love, addictions, queerness etc… I like that we got to enjoy the process, and also, is understandable that something that started indie and now is growing had a different and less planned beginning.

People sometimes forgets how indie things are different because they have more limitations of resources, sometimes they start very small and all the production changes later; and that also gives them a lot of creative freedom to experiment concepts until something works.

Helluva boss is the epitome of that and I love it.

There is this thing I love about this show that most critics hate, that it is also very fanfictionlike and is how they do this unnoticeable hints about things that are told or developed later.

Let’s take as an example Millie and Blitz friendship. People say: there was no indication they were as close before this was not shown and the show now is gaslighting us into believing this was a thing before etc etc etc….

For me it is actually very good. I love how we are constantly surprised by this little details.

After seeing Blitz and Millie interactions in other episodes for me it changes how we interpret these interactions and they look better. Blitz offering Millie water, Millie being so patient about the stalking B did, Millie not being as mad with Blitz’s attitude with Moxxie as she is with other people, Millie’s statement about Stolas being Blitz boyfriend etc…. This were all things people wondered before and the explanation is this one.

"This show/movie feels like a fan fiction" isn't the flex people believe it is.

Do you have the slightest idea of how much passion writers, both newbies and veterans, put into their work? And how fan fiction is a great way to explore a movie or a show in new ways?

I'm a fan fic writer AND reader. If you say something feels like fan fiction, I'm happy!

GIMME THAT ANGST/COMFORT-SHARING A BED-CHILDHOOD ROMANCE GOODNESS!!

[majoryeager104]

𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒!

my fave anime/manga omg I’ve been wanting to write for it for a while but I’ve had no idea where to start but then I was like ‘I should probably start the way I start everything else lol HEADCANONS!!’

so here’s some Relationship + Random hc’s of some of my favorite AOT characters! If you want a part two or a specific character added in the next one, lemme know!

Featuring: Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Levi, Hange, and Erwin

𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧

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An amazing soldier, but a dumb boyfriend

Like, on the field, fighting, he’s brilliant

its not to say he’d be a terrible boyfriend

im just saying he’d have no idea what to do half the time

like if ur upset he’s just like “um don’t cry 🧍”

*awkwardly pats ur back*

but he’s pretty much clueless otherwise

as you can tell in the series, he’s not good at processing his emotions

and if he thinks he can’t process his OWN emotions, just wait till he tries to process yours

ngl tho it would get to a point where he’s so good at understanding you and how you’re feeling that it’s like ‘stfu Eren you’ve got ur own problems’

like bros so invested in just TRYING that he pushes his own emotions to the side

on a random note

he snores like crazy

if he’s not awake that is bc if he’s awake he’s like being silly at fuckin 1 AM

either talking with Armin, or just yapping

or maybe practicing melee moves in the middle of the floor

or working out

Or snacking

you get the idea

hes also a chocoholic bye-

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𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚

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sweetest shyest pookiest gf ever

shes got so much emotional depth, but she has a hard time expressing it

but when she does

shell tell you the sweetest thing ever

or like give you the most thoughtful compliment you’ve ever recieved in ur life

and then she’ll get shy and run away

not only she’s like ‘omg why did I say that’

buts she’s also like ‘oh god I probably made them uncomfortable was that weird?’

and then u reassure her like ‘nah that was actually the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me’

and verbally she’s like ‘oh ok 🙂’

but internally she’s like ‘yay 🙂’

on a random note

when she’s nervous in public cos there’s a lot of people

shell subconsciously hold ur hand

it’s not like she’s like scared, bc u know she’s Mikasa

but big crowds make her anxious and the noise gives her a headache

so most times she just prefers hanging out somewhere quiet

like a boba shop or a library

And I also hc that she’s actually really good at drawing and has this sketchbook that she carries with her and draws in when ur at boba shops

And while you’d think it was full of quick doodles it’s actually all ART. (maybe I should do hc’s on each characters art styles if they have one lmao)

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this Barbie is a sweetie pie bitch

honestly he carries the dates tho

and by that i mean he’s PLANNING THEM ALL MONTHS IN ADVANCE

freakin loid forger ahh

he’s got most of it written down but he’s also still got some date ideas stored in that big head of his

bc he’s an over thinker and an over achiever so he wants to like maximize the experience ig

like a nerd 🤓

(im sorry im bullying him i swear i love him)

so he plans all these dates, and everything is going well until he’s actually on said date with you

bc he rehearsed a few little one liners and flirtations for weeks on end but upon seeing you he immediately forgot them 😅

so he’s a stuttering blushing mess the whole time

freakin cutie

random hcs

he hates spicy food

it literally makes him cry

but he also doesn’t really like sweets much

so he usually resorts to really simple foods or something savory

basic like him (I’m sorry)

I also hc that he’s self conscious about his forehead (same bro)

hence the thick bangs lmao

but yk what big head big think is what I always say

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everyone knows he’s respectful

A true gentleman

but if you recall that scene with Mikasa in the cadet corps

He’d also be super nervous around u

blushing and smiling

(Ohh my god my heart)

he tries so hard to play it cool

but no amount of flirting and smirking can hide the fact that he’s stuttering and blushing like an idiot

and oh god if you flirt back

he’s like actually gonna pass away 🫠

and I am too bc he’s so cute

random hcs

he talks in his sleep

hes a thigh guy

hed walk on the outside of the sidewalk w u unprompted

he’s reaaaally good at impressions

he once did a killer impression of captain levi

and everyone laughed until they spotted Levi a little ways behind him

and then they had to hold back their laughter while Levi yelled at him for it 💀

he once tried to cut his own hair growing up

and it was so bad that his mom ended up shaving his head

He swears he looked handsome w it tho

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omg this man

no one would ever know you two were together

except for Hange, Miche and Erwin bc they sniff out this shit like crazy

but when yall are alone

he holds your hand like all the time

hes super clingy

but won’t admit it

like

hes laying on top of you with his arms and legs wrapped around you like a koala

and he’s like “you’re so clingy y/n 🙄”

random hcs!

we know he doesn’t sleep

but what’s weirder is when you wake up and he’s just staring at you

”hey”

and scares the shit outta you

like Jean he walks on the outside of the sidewalk unprompted

and he’s also a sidewalk karen

like if someone else is walking by he’s giving them a look like “try and move me bitch”

”you can’t”

My stronk scary boi

And because he’s old as rocks I also hc that he probably knits as a hobby

idk why, but I can absolutely see him knitting scarves and shit for Eren and the others (and u ofc)

like its winter and everyone is training and he’s out here passing out scarves he made 😭

Hanged like ”where’d you get all these scarves Levi?”

and he’s just like “mind your damn business”

and his ears get pink when he’s embarrassed so that kinda answers the question

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AHHHHH

as a Hange Kinnie I’m not projecting whatsoever 😌

but they’d totally be clingy

in like the most extroverted way

yapping about you to everyone

till Levi tells them to shut up

They’re out there fighting titans like “you know y/n usually kills titans like this”

and Levi’s like “Y/N IS RIGHT OVER THERE”

Brings u pretty rocks

cant flirt to save their life but it’s the thought that counts 😌😌

random hcs!

asks the most random and way too personal questions

“I’m not gonna dignify that with a response” said a shocked and disgusted Levi

Hange absolutely points out animals they see

like, in the middle of a fight they’re just like “CAPTIAN LEVI Y/N!!”

and you both look over scared bc you think Hange is hurt

and they’re just like “LOOK THERES A SQUIRREL! 🤩”

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we know he’s a gentleman

and I see so many ppl making him out like he’s “daddy”

to which I say

Nah

hes ‘father figure’ 😌😌😌

he’d actually be an amazing partner though

buys you flowers on a regular basis

dates might not be as often

hes a busy man you know 😏

but he definitely treats you to a date whenever he can

if you’re self conscious

no you’re not 😶

he’s got the most random, deliberate, sweetest, kick your feet and giggle compliments stored up for you

and he’ll tell you all of them if it makes you feel better about yourself

random hcs

another loud as fuck snorer I fear

but that’s heard on the occasion that he actually sleeps

bros obviously a workaholic so

he also forgets to eat

you and Levi have to remind him

when he’s not on the job and completely focused

hes actually kind of scatterbrained and loses random stuff like “where are my glasses” and they’re on his head 💀

he’s so old istg I love him so much

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[thedemoninme141]

Her Heartbeat; Chapter 21: Her Life.

Parings: Wednesday x Fem reader. Wordcount: 3.5k-ish?

Summary: It's time.

Warnings: Angst. That's it, brace yourselves.

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“I want to try the surgery.”

You had said that, to Wednesday.

It wasn’t just the words, it was the way you said them. Firm, steady, like a decision carved into stone. Like no amount of reasoning, no number of planned arguments could sway you.

Wednesday had tried. She had tried with everything she had to make you understand. To make you see.

“You don’t have to do this,” she had said, her voice low but trembling with a rare desperation. “There are other options. Better ones. I can find you a replacement heart. I’ll do whatever it takes. You just have to let me—”

You’d cut her off, shaking your head with that infuriatingly gentle expression that made her feel like you were the one comforting her.

“I don’t want a replacement heart, Wednesday.”

Her fists clenched at her sides, her nails biting into her palms.

“That’s ridiculous,” she hissed. “Do you even hear yourself? This isn’t a matter of want. It’s a matter of necessity. Your heart is failing, Y/N. Do you understand what that means?”

“It means I’m dying, Wednesday. I know that.”

Something inside her cracked at your words, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she pressed forward, her voice rising. “Then why won’t you let me help you? Why won’t you even consider—”

“Because I don’t want someone else’s heart!” Your voice, normally so calm, had risen, “I don’t want to take that chance away from someone, to take a heart that someone else might need more than I do. Someone who could have a long, healthy life ahead of them. Someone who deserves it more.”

“You think you don’t deserve it?”

You looked at her then, your eyes filled with a sadness that made her want to scream.

“It’s not about that,” you said quietly. “I want my heart to work perfectly fine. I want to try and fix what I already have. I don’t want to rely on someone else’s sacrifice to keep me alive.”

“That’s… that’s absurd.” She stumbled over the words, her composure slipping further. “You’re gambling with your life for some misplaced sense of…of morality? You think this is noble, but it’s selfish!”

Your eyes widened slightly at her words, and for the first time in the conversation, you looked hurt. “Selfish?” you echoed, your voice quieter now.

“Yes, selfish!” Wednesday snapped, her voice breaking. “Because you’re not the only one affected by this. You’re not the only one who will lose if this surgery fails. Did you even think about that? Did you think about me?”

“Wednesday…”

“No!” she interrupted, her voice trembling. “You don’t care. You don’t care what this will do to me. If you did, you wouldn’t even be considering this. You’re so focused on what you think is right that you’re not thinking about the people who….who love you.”

There it was. The thing she hadn’t wanted to say but couldn’t stop from spilling out.

For a moment, you just stared at her, your expression unreadable. Then, slowly, you shook your head. “That’s not fair,” you said softly. “You know that’s not true. I care about you, Wednesday. I care about you more than anything.”

“Then why won’t you let me save you?” Her voice cracked, and she hated how small it sounded. How vulnerable.

“Because it’s my life, Wednesday. My decision. And I need you to understand that.” you said, your voice steady again.

But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

“You don’t care,” she had said finally, her voice cold and hollow. “You don’t care about me at all.”

The look on your face in that moment, shock, hurt, something deeper she couldn’t name, it had cut her deeper than she thought possible.

And now, standing in your dorm room the next night, You were on the balcony, bathed in moonlight, your arms resting on the railing as you stared out into the night.

Wednesday replayed those words over and over in her mind.

You don’t care about me at all.

It wasn’t true. She knew that. Even as she said it, she knew it was a lie. But in her frustration, her fear, it had felt like the only way to make you see how much this was destroying her.

She hadn’t spoken to you all day. She didn’t know what to say, how to fix the mess she had made. She had just sat on the edge of her bed, her knees drawn up, her arms wrapped tightly around them.

She had replayed the fight over and over in her mind, dissecting every word, every look, every flicker of emotion on your face. The anger, the frustration, the hurt, it all twisted inside her like a knife.

When the sun set, and the moon rose, she had finally stood and made her way to your dorm.

You turned now, sensing her presence. Your eyes met hers, and you smiled softly, a gentle, tentative expression that only deepened the ache in her chest.

Wednesday stepped forward before she could think better of it, and when she stopped, she was only a few feet away from you. For a moment, she simply stood there, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if trying to hold herself together.

“I… I shouldn’t have said what I did,” she finally admitted, her voice quiet but steady. It wasn’t easy for her to apologize, but she owed you this much. “It wasn’t fair. I didn’t mean it.”

“I know.” you said, your expression softening.

“I’ve never felt fear before,” she began, her voice quieter now. “Not real fear. Not like this. But every time I think about losing you, it’s like… it’s like I can’t breathe. Like the ground is crumbling beneath me, and I can’t stop it.”

“Wednesday…”

She closed her eyes, her jaw clenching as she tried to hold herself together.

“I’m terrified,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “And I hate it. I hate feeling this way. But I can’t stop. Because I love you, and the thought of you, of you being gone, it’s more than I can handle. I’m scared of losing you. Of not being enough to keep you here.”

“You are enough,” you said, your voice breaking slightly. “You’ve always been enough. But this… this is something I have to do for myself. And I need you with me, Wednesday. I need you to believe in me.”

She opened her eyes, her gaze locking with yours. For a long moment, she didn’t speak. Then, slowly, she nodded. “I don’t know how to do this,” she whispered. “But I’ll try. For you.”

You smiled, your hand tightening around hers. “That’s all I need.”

Wednesday stepped closer, her free hand reaching up to cup your face. You leaned into her touch, your eyes brimming with tears. And as you stood there, under the moonlight, holding each other close, Wednesday felt something shift inside her. The fear was still there, gnawing at her, but for the first time, it didn’t feel quite so suffocating.

You had called your dad the next day and told him about your decision. He had tried to make you understand the risks too. He had argued, pleaded, tried to reason with you. But in the end, he couldn’t say no. He never could say no to you.

And now it was happening; A week.

A week was all she had left with you before you’d be admitted to the hospital for the surgery that had haunted her thoughts since the moment you said you wanted to try it.

Seven days that felt like grains of sand slipping through her fingers, no matter how tightly she tried to hold on. Like a cruel countdown in her mind, each one ticking away faster than the last. Every moment spent with you felt stolen.

What if this was all the time she had left with you? What if…? No. She couldn’t finish that thought. Wouldn’t.

Instead, she planned.

She had taken you to your special place. The fireflies blinked softly around you. She had borrowed Enid’s music box, and Thing had been enlisted to set the mood.

Wednesday’s lips quirked into the faintest of smiles, a rare and precious thing. “It seems we have a habit of leaving things unfinished, but not this time.”

You turned back to look at her, confused.

“Dance with me,” Wednesday said.

You smiled, that smile that always made her feel like the world was just a little less terrible, and took her outstretched hand.

The rhythm was slow, intimate, as the two of you swayed in the soft glow of fireflies. Her eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and intense, yet unguarded. She felt a weight settle in her chest. But it wasn’t the suffocating kind she had grown used to. It was different, warmer.

She thought of the Raven, of how that moment had been stolen from her. But now, here, with nothing but the soft music and the glow of fireflies around you, she didn’t feel robbed. She felt… whole.

The fireflies drifted lazily around you, their light catching in your hair as the two of you swayed. Wednesday’s eyes never left yours. She could feel it, your heartbeat against her own.

The sand beneath her boots was irritating her in a way that beaches always did. But now, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson, Wednesday found that she didn’t care.

You stood beside her, your hand brushing against hers. She wasn’t focused on the way it stuck to everything or how the salty breeze stung her skin. All she felt was the warmth of your presence, and it was enough to make her forget everything else.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you asked, your voice soft, almost reverent.

Wednesday tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes fixed on the horizon. “It’s acceptable,” she replied, her tone even. “Though I fail to see how the gradual disappearance of a celestial body could evoke such sentimentality.”

You laughed, the sound light and full of life, and it sent a strange pang through her chest. “You didn't have to ruin the moment with logic, Wednesday.”

She glanced at you then and didn't bother to hide her smile anymore. Just you, just for you.

The music continued to play as you danced, Wednesday’s hands rested on your waist, her touch careful, almost hesitant, as if she were afraid you might break beneath her fingers.

She studied your face, every detail, every line and curve, committing it to memory as if she were afraid it might disappear.

She looked into your eyes and felt it, the world fading away.

There was so much she wanted to tell you, so much she wanted to show you. But the words felt too big, too heavy to say out loud.

“I wish I could stop time,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

You tilted your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Why?”

“So I could stay here,” she admitted, her gaze never leaving yours. “With you.”

Your smile faltered slightly, and you reached up to cup her cheek. “I’m not going anywhere, Wednesday,” you said softly.

Wednesday stayed where she was, her arms crossed over her chest, watching you as you ran toward the waves, laughing as the water lapped at your toes.

You turned back to her, “Come on, Wends! Live a little!”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t move, content to watch as you splashed in the shallows.

For a moment, she let herself imagine a different reality. One where you weren’t facing an impossible decision. One where you were both standing here, on this beach, without the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders.

But reality came crashing back, as it always did.

Your head rested lightly against her shoulder, and Wednesday felt the soft flutter of your breath against her neck. It was unbearable, this closeness. And yet, it was the only thing she wants to last forever.

She glanced at one of the blue butterflies fluttering nearby,

Save a life.

She still didn’t know what that wish on your list had meant. But right now, none of it mattered. All she cared about was you. Holding you. Dancing with you. Just this once. Just this lifetime.

The stars were out and you were lying on the grass beside her, your hand resting lightly against hers.

“Dad told me something interesting today,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Hm?”

“He was planning to sell the old house to help pay for the surgery.”

Wednesday turned her head slightly to look at you, She didn’t like the idea of you losing something so important, something tied to the memories you held so close. That's why she did it.

“But,” you continued, a hint of amusement in your voice, “the bank called him this morning. Apparently, he won some kind of giveaway. Enough money to cover what he was missing.”

Wednesday’s gaze flicked back to the stars, her expression carefully neutral. She didn’t say anything, but a faint flicker of satisfaction warmed her chest.

“Pretty lucky, huh?” you said, your tone teasing as if you suspected something.

“Extremely,” she replied, her voice as flat as ever.

The music was slowing now, the final notes were saying their goodbyes. But Wednesday didn’t care. She didn’t need music to hold you like this, to memorize the feel of you in her arms and the way your smile lit up the night.

Wednesday held you close, her arms wrapped around you as though she could shield you from everything—the world, the future, even death itself.

“You’ll always have me, you know,” you murmured,

She pulled back just enough to look at you, her brows furrowing. “What do you mean?”

“Here,” you said, gesturing around you. “In our special place. No matter what happens, I’ll always be here.”

The weight of your words hit her like a tidal wave, and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. “Don’t talk like that,” she said, her voice trembling.

“I’m not trying to upset you,” you said gently. “I just want you to know that this place will always be ours.”

She didn’t respond, couldn’t find the words. Instead, she leaned in, capturing your lips. It wasn’t a soft, tentative kiss; it was fervent and almost bruising, filled with everything she couldn’t put into words. Her lips moved against yours with a kind of urgency that bordered on desperation, as if pouring every unspoken fear, every unyielding desire, into this single moment.

You kissed her back just as fiercely, your hands sliding up to cup her face, your thumbs brushing away tears she hadn’t even realized were falling.

You and her. Just you an her.

All the pain, the longing, the love—it was all there, laid bare between the two of you.

When she finally pulled away, her forehead rested against yours again, her breath uneven. Your hands stayed on her cheeks, your touch grounding her in a way nothing else could.

“I’m not leaving,” you whispered, your voice soft but firm. “Not in the way you think.”

She closed her eyes tightly, her jaw clenching as she fought against the tears.

“You don’t know that,” she said, her voice barely audible. “You can’t promise that.”

You smiled softly, “Maybe not. But I can promise you this—I’ll always be with you, Wednesday. In our place, in your memories, in everything we’ve shared. I’m not going anywhere from them.”

Wednesday’s breath hitched, her resolve crumbling as she nodded, unable to find the words to express everything she felt. She kissed you again, slower this time, as if savoring every second, every taste, every feeling. It wasn’t about desperation anymore—it was about love, raw and unfiltered, spilling out between the two of you.

Just one lifetime. Just one lifetime with you. It wasn’t enough, but it was all she could ask for.

It didn’t feel real.

The week had come and gone. She thought she would feel every excruciating second leading up to this moment, every tick of the clock as a weight pressing harder and harder on her chest.

But now, standing here, staring at the sterile white walls of the hospital, it felt as if the time had been stolen from her.

Seven days? No, it hadn’t been seven days, it had been seven minutes, barely enough time to breathe. How could it be time already? How could it be now?

Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, the faint tremble in her fingers betraying the storm raging inside her. She had spent the entire week trying to prepare herself, to convince herself she could handle this. She had tried to keep her composure, to hold onto that cold, unshakable demeanor she had perfected over the years.

But now, standing here, all of that armor felt meaningless. You were going into surgery. And there was absolutely nothing she could do to protect you.

“I love you,” you had whispered, your voice barely audible “Forever.”

Forever. A concept that felt foreign, hollow, when she knew forever was slipping through her fingers. She clung to your hand as if holding on tight enough might root you to this world, to her.

But then you were gone, taken through the double doors, your hand slipping from hers with a finality that left her rooted to the floor.

She opened her mouth to respond, but the words lodged themselves in her throat, refusing to come out. She wanted to scream, to demand that you stop, to beg you not to go in there, not to leave her. Instead, She didn’t move, didn’t follow, didn’t breathe. The waiting room seemed impossibly far away, her limbs heavy as if she’d been chained to the spot. Enid’s gentle hand on her shoulder barely registered.

Your father sat across from her, his face pale and drawn, his hands shaking as he gripped a cup of coffee he hadn’t touched. To her left, Enid was biting her nails that she loved so much, her eyes darting nervously toward the clock on the wall. Bianca, Yoko, Eugene—everyone was here.

Even David and a few others from the therapy group had shown up, showing how deeply you had touched their lives.

But Wednesday felt utterly alone.

Wednesday couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. She stood there, still as a statue, her dark eyes locked on the door that separated her from you. Her mind replayed every moment, every word you’d shared, every look, every touch.

Your smile, the way it lit up the darkest corners of her soul.

Your laugh, the sound that melted the ice in her chest.

Your words, soft and teasing, but always filled with warmth.

And your love. Your relentless, unyielding love, the kind she had never believed herself worthy of.

She clenched her fists at her sides, her nails biting into her palms. “Come back to me,” she whispered, the plea falling from her lips like a prayer. She wasn’t one to beg, wasn’t one to ask for anything from the universe. But for you, she’d do anything. For you, she’d ask.

Four hours and fourteen minutes.

That’s how long it had been since they took you. Wednesday didn’t know how she knew the exact time; perhaps it was her body’s cruel way of keeping her tethered to the agony of waiting.

And then it hit her.

Save a life

It wasn’t about her at all. It was never about her.

The blue butterfly wasn’t reaching for the black one.

It was the other way around.

The black butterfly, battered and misunderstood, had stretched its wings toward the fragile blue one, desperate to keep it from fading.

You had wanted her to see it all along. That she wasn’t the monster she so often believed herself to be. That she wasn’t destined to destroy everything she touched.

It was about her saving you.

Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, and she didn't fight them, she was tired of fighting them. She let them fall, silent streaks down her pale cheeks as she stood there, staring at the doors, willing them to open.

And then they did.

[So this is it huh? The next chapter will be the final one.]

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[thearcanespeakeasy]

I don't think we talk about this dialog between Kaladin and Shallan enough. Not only we're getting realistic description of the emptiness lingering in the soul of someone who has experienced trauma, but also we're seeing how that same emptiness causes two different approaches to life.

We don't know exactly why they behave so differently. Maybe it's their different experiences or backgrounds. Maybe it's their gender. But at the end it doesn't matter, the emptiness it's still the same. They're broken and nothing can change that.

I relate to Shallan. Many times in my life I had the same conversation with so many Kaladin. They always feel brighter while I continue to feel crazy.

“You still think I’m too optimistic, don’t you?” Shallan said.

“It’s not your fault,” Kaladin said. “I’d rather be like you. I’d rather not have lived the life I have. I would that the world was only full of people like you, Shallan Davar.”

“People who don’t understand pain.”

“Oh, all people understand pain,” Kaladin said. “That’s not what I’m talking about. It’s . . .”

“The sorrow,” Shallan said softly, “of watching a life crumble? Of struggling to grab it and hold on, but feeling hope become stringy sinew and blood beneath your fingers as everything collapses?”

“Yes.”

“The sensation—it’s not sorrow, but something deeper—of being broken. Of being crushed so often, and so hatefully, that emotion becomes something you can only wish for. If only you could cry, because then you’d feel something. Instead, you feel nothing. Just . . . haze and smoke inside. Like you’re already dead.”

He stopped in the chasm.

She turned and looked to him. “The crushing guilt,” she said, “of being powerless. Of wishing they’d hurt you instead of those around you. Of screaming and scrambling and hating as those you love are ruined, popped like a boil. And you have to watch their joy seeping away while you can’t do anything. They break the ones you love, and not you. And you plead. Can’t you just beat me instead?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

Shallan nodded, holding his eyes. “Yes. It would be nice if nobody in the world knew of those things, Kaladin Stormblessed. I agree. With everything I have.”

He saw it in her eyes. The anguish, the frustration. The terrible nothing that clawed inside and sought to smother her. She knew. It was there, inside. She had been broken.

Then she smiled. Oh, storms. She smiled anyway.

It was the single most beautiful thing he’d seen in his entire life.

“How?” he asked.

She shrugged lightly. “Helps if you’re crazy. Come on. I do believe we’re under a slight time constraint . . .”

She started down the chasm. He stood behind, feeling drained. And oddly brightened.

Words of radiance by Brandon Sanderson

[yogsandchaos]

Okay more seriously I made a post about when the Iskall stuff with the Hermits went down and I do want to reiterate a few points i made there again for the dream smp fandom, tommy fans, etc etc etc

1. just because someone has left or did a bad thing, doesn’t mean you’re a bad person for enjoying the content, along with still wanting to watch that old content they did or were a part of

2. Just because someone has left or did a bad thing does not mean you cannot continue to make fan content. While it’s understandable if you don’t make more or remove art you have made, you are also not bad if you don’t. YouTube is all about collaboration and transformation. Fanart? Fanfic? Cosplay? That’s all transformative, you don’t have to stop making a new thing from the old thing. It’s fully in your right to do so, but it’s not required.

3. Do not harass people about whether they do or don’t make art or delete art, it’s transformative works and personal choice, the most you should do is ask for it to be tagged so it can be filtered.

4. Be kind to each other, and remember the people you watch are people, and people do dumb or fucked shit sometimes, every youtuber has probably held an opinion or been a part of something you’d find distasteful, that’s just what it means to be human. It’s up to you to decide where your personal line is and your comfort levels on that stuff, and no one can make that choice for you.

I want to be extremely clear I am not saying this in support of dream, fuck dream, all my homies hate dream , I just want to be clear about my own experience with how fandoms who have had issues with problematic or shitty creators have best dealt with that fact while also balancing the creative side of fandom and how you can't always just delete them from the story and have it still make any sense or not need major revisions. It's a tricky thing, and everyone's lines and understandings and sensibilities will clash against each others.

In my own personal experience, trying to police the people trying to find their own balance between "this is a bad person who should not be given more attention" and "this is a story that means a lot to me along with had many other people who worked on it and i dont want to give up on it" never ends well. I don't want someone to get hurt because they still are updating their unfinished 40k dream smp fic or something.

While I hope Dream goes away forever, I still support people who want to keep writing with the dream smp setting, or manhunt ideas, or anything. If you don't want to see it or anything, that's perfectly fine as well, but be kind about it. Have some understanding of why some people may throw themselves into fixing it, while others distance themselves entirely from it. It's messy, and you need to be kind. Everyone handles this shit differently.

Creating something transformative is deeply personal and everyone's level of comfort will be different. You can have discussions about it in a general sense yes, but please be kind to each other okay? Don't attack each other over it. I don't want anyone to feel like their a bad person because they don't want to delete some random one shot they wrote four years ago because one of the actors turned out to be a piece of shit.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I honestly don’t understand the toxic relationship Netflix has with the duo, and maybe the $100M contract play a role, but are there other shows that will be released in the coming days? Were they delayed too? Or why are they being very considerate towards her and allow all that BS, helping with her PR of Humanitarian Meghy is being so good person?

See, as other anons have said, I think she would had enough views/hours in order to be 1-2 weeks on TOP 10, but to expect this show to be somehow one of the ‘most watched shows’, ‘having very amazing reviews’ or else, it’s just to make fool of themselves. Her show will be from those which will be talked for 2-3 days and then people will forget it, that BS isn’t Stranger things, Squid Game, etc.

Releasing it on Wednesday or releasing it on March won’t have any change 🤷🏻‍♀️, her target is the LA community, but they aren’t. Like it or not, her main viewers (for hate or for love) are from UK , so delaying it or not, won’t help with more views.

But well, they have already done it and that sounds like they will continue pulling their stunts, I hope that at least the next time they don’t call TMZ and goes ANONYMOUSLY!

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Also, I saw some comments saying that maybe she will use Invictus Games (it will be on the beginning of February I think) to promote her show or else, but I don’t think she will go with H this time. They will play the: Poor H was so worried to let his wife and children alone but MM told him he had a duty with the competitors and she decided to stay in LA to continue helping people. Who knows, I doubt she will go.

Also, apparently Harold needs to go to UK in 1-2 weeks for his lawsuit to provide evidence, I don’t know if he NEEDS to go or his lawyers can do all the work. But if he goes, lol, it would be so stupid to go and cry for himself when there are literally people losing their houses

It's thought that this show is the last one one their contract.

This is all you need to know about the Sussexes/Netflix relationship:

The Obamas got a major deal with Netflix after leaving the White House.

Meghan planned her post-Megxit career on the Obamas so because they got a major deal with Netflix, she wanted a major deal with Netflix.

At the time, the Sussexes were an unproven entity and weren't as widely reviled or disliked, so Netflix gambled and gave them a contract; however, the price of the Sussexes' deal was nowhere close to the kind of money the Obamas got (and that's been confirmed by industry gossip leaking out over the years; they did not get $100 million).

The Sussexes struggled with developing content for the deal. Meghan wanted their platform to be inspirational activism and Harry just wanted to make documentaries about his passion (which is a continuation of his work with the BRF).

They sold a documentary to Apple TV (despite having a deal with Netflix).

They sold an interview to CBS/Oprah (despite having a deal with Netflix).

Meghan had an idea of an animated children's program that focused on feminism and childhood education that was essentially American Girl meets Wishbone whose main character is modeled on a young Meghan Markle. Netflix sank a ton of money in developing and producing the show for Meghan, but Meghan kept changing her mind and rewriting everything. Eventually Netflix cancelled the show.

The Sussexes spent another year putting together their docuseries which was widely panned.

Then they bought an already-in-the-can documentary about inspiring leaders and slapped their name all over it. It too was widely panned.

Netflix released the Harry & Meghan docuseries but almost immediately, Meghan started bashing it with criticism about the director and how certain editing choices weren't choices she made.

Netflix bought Meghan Meet Me At The Lake to make. Absolutely nothing happened with it. It's in pre-development purgatory still.

Meghan called the paps on her hanging out with the Netflix CEO and his wife a few times. They went to a Beyonce concert.

Someone at Spotify publicly called the Sussexes grifters.

Meghan ditched the Netflix CEO and started hanging out with the Paramount CEO and his wife.

but are there other shows that will be released in the coming days?

Yes

Were they delayed too?

No

Or why are they being very considerate towards her and allow all that BS, helping with her PR of Humanitarian Meghy is being so good person?

Rumor has it that Meghan is stirring up a DEI fuss about the marketing of her show. If that's true, then possibly Netflix felt it better to satisfy her demands so she goes away quietly in October when the contract officially ends. That rumor comes on the heels of other rumors that Meghan was upset of old cut footage being included in the trailer, which follows an initial set of rumors that she wanted reshoots.

I really do not think this show was delayed out of the kindness of Netflix's heart because of the suffering from the wildfires. It may be part of the reason, but Meghan is not that powerful a person to be able to make that kind of a demand on her own. There has to be something else at play here too.

But look on the bright side: with the show's release now delayed to March, that leaves only six months before their contract expires in October. Six months is not enough time in Archeworld to develop, film, produce, edit, and release a Season 2. This really is Meghan's last hurrah with Netflix because so far it's pretty clear from Netflix that they're not interested in renewing the Sussexes' contract.