#instead of crying about someone rightfully judging you for it

[artisticonyx]

The lengths people will go to in order to defend nasty shit is amazing.

[lexxierave]

I Don't Need You Part 4

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

You were so deep in thought you didn’t notice your shadow growing longer from behind you. It began to creep past your feet until it flew up in front of you. Fanning out like smoke until you could no longer see anything but blackness.

               “Well, isn’t this interesting?” A voice in the darkness echoed out from behind you causing you to spin around.

               “You?” You questioned still confused by the black all around you instead of the mid-day sky that was there moments before. “How is all this possible?”

               You heard some stories from the locals in the nearby town about Grisha but nothing you heard could have prepared you for anything like this. This power to steal the sun away at will. It was fascinating to you.

               “How does it work?” You asked him, gliding your hand elegantly through the air in front of you to try and see the black whisps again but nothing of the sort came to view. The only thing visible to you was the General and yourself.

               “That hardly seems to be of importance given the situation you put yourself in.” He seethed.

               “And what situation would that be exactly?” You pointedly asked him.

               “Failing to escape for one. And faking your own kidnapping for two.” He pointed a finger at you before continuing, “After this little stunt I’m inclined to believe your first kidnapping was just another failed way in which you tried to run away. You really are such a spoiled brat.

               “You are so intolerable you know that! You know knowing about me, yet you judge me as if you do.” You cry out. You just want someone to understand you. You’re trying to plead your case in hopes that he may let you go but something about this man just rubs you raw as well.

               “I have been around long enough to know what spoiled princesses like you are like and what their needs and wants can lead to. I have no time and energy for your games either. I’m here to fulfill my mission and that is something that I don’t take lightly.” He says as he approaches you, “I won’t let anyone get in my way. Not even you.” He whispers in your ear.

               You were so focused on his words and your own stupid emotions that you didn’t realize the trap he had laid out for you until you heard a click and looked down. Attached to your wrists were a pair of shiny metal cuffs.

               “What is the meaning of this?!” You demanded to know at once.

               “This princess is how I am to ensure there are no more unexpected interruptions to our travel plans.” He said, and with a wave of his hands the darkness around you disappeared and the blue sky above was once ago rightfully above you again.

               “And what if someone comes for me again? How am I to protect myself” You questioned.

               “My men and I will handle that, but I should think you would be more than capable of thinking of something should it come to that.” He cheekily replied as he turned to walk to one of his waiting men.

               He was a little way off, waiting on a horse and holding the reins of a magnificent black one. It must have belonged to this General because you had never seen it before in your life. And while you weren’t big on riding the horse, preferring to walk the grounds and take in the sights instead, you frequented the stables enough to know all the horses.

               “Oh, must you pull so much.” You protested, still dragging your feet.

               “It wouldn’t be that bad if you would actually walk with me instead of dragging your feet about leaving.” He pointed out and your eyes went wide and the realization that you had fully been called out.

               “Maybe I would if the present company was worth walking next to.” You shot back, “What happened to that other fellow? He was nicer.” You asked just now realizing there was one missing in his party.

               “He’ll be along. Now hurry up.” He commanded tugging on the chains again.

               You huffed as you almost lost your footing but refused to lose any of your grace in front of this man, regardless of the fact you were wet as a dog and in tattered clothes. You were still royalty after all.

               “Ivan, go back to the castle and retrieve Feydor. The princess and I will carry on and we’ll meet you at the arranged stopping point.” He instructed his man once you made it to him.

                “The princess has a name too you know.” You grunted out. You were displeased with the entire treatment you were receiving. But it fell on deaf ears as both men ignored you.

               “Can I at least get a can of clothes? I’m hardly presentable.” You argued. Trying to buy yourself some more freedom but your plan was easily seen through by the general.

               “And who’s to blame for that, your highness?” He asked making you blush slightly from embarrassment, “No, I’d say you’re properly dressed for a long journey on horseback.” He cheekily replied.

               You rolled your shoulders and let out a huff, narrowing your eyes and he walked towards you once more. You were about to give him a piece of your mind when he picked you up and fitted you over his shoulder.

               “Put me down!” You exclaimed, in surprise.

               “With pleasure.” He says, as you haphazardly set you on the black horse.

               You quickly grabbed hold of the horn to prevent yourself from falling off the saddle. General Kirigan swiftly climbed on behind you and grabbed the reins.

               “Comfy?” He smartly questioned, knowing full well you weren’t.

               “No.” You replied, with a hard look on your face, trying to slide out of the cuffs.

               “Good. Now hold on tight. Wouldn’t want you to damage that pretty face with a fall.” He teased and he hit the reins hard and the two of you took off with great speed.

The speed threw you off balance slightly and you were thrown back into the General. He paid you no mind as he continued his pace and kept his eyes trained ahead of you.

You began to fidget with the cuffs on your wrists again after some time had passed.

“Stop that.” His stern voice sounded behind you.

You rolled your eyes and kept messing with the metal adorning your wrists. Pulling harder the more frustrated you got when you still couldn’t slip out of them.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The man advised you from behind you.

“Oh? And what would you do in my situation?” You questioned him, stopping your fidgeting momentarily to wait for his response.

“For starters, I’d never let myself get in your position.” He teased you. “But if I was ever captured?” He paused, his breath ghosting over the shell of your right ear. “I’d make sure all of Ravka knew my revenge.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine. Something about them sounded more like a fact than a man who was simply making an empty-handed promise.

You had heard many men make empty-handed promises vowing to get their revenge for themselves or their families, but none held the air of conviction this man behind you had. Something about him was far different than any man you had ever met, and you hated that fact.

It meant that you had no idea how to deal with this man.

You couldn’t simply bat your eyelashes at him and plaster on a pretty smile, so he’d fall over himself for your looks. And your title didn’t seem to do a thing for you as he was honor-bound to your father.

So, it started to make you wonder what this man truly cared about besides honor and duty. And could you use it to aid you in escaping whatever fate was awaiting you on the other side of the fold.

You pondered this for a while as you lightly messed with your bindings until the General pulled the reins to make the steed underneath you stand still.

Part 5

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@drinix

[selphieetheiryss]

An excerpt from an Endwalker drabble.

What composure she had maintained throughout it all had begun to splinter and crack, and as her shoulders hunched over, a small sob escaped her lips, “Oh, Hades… she was so angry,” and a miserable smile rose to her face even as tears flooded down her cheeks and onto her lips, “As angry as you are - isn’t that funny? Furious, both of you. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine Io angry? But she was, she even yelled at me - she yelled at me, and I have never seen her so angry in my life. Both of you demanding explanations I cannot give, both of you bargaining for what I cannot offer. I knew you would be angry, but I thought she would accept it, like Hytholodaeus did - of course he did, because he and I are one and the same and he knew as I did when he came to me about offering himself up - neither one of us shall be swayed. But neither you nor Io could ever accept such a thing without a fight, could you? Both of you are so aggrieved by my actions, perhaps rightfully so, I cannot judge either of you. I suppose I would be too, if I were in your shoes.”

Though the tight knot of anger still held fast in his chest, he moved forward at last to envelop her in his arms, bringing her to sit on the bed so she would curl up against him. Rare was it that Azem would cry - even more rare was it to see Persephone cry. More often than not, when she did, they simply were tears of anger or frustration - but seeing her cry now out of profound sorrow had left him feeling dizzy and numb as he held her tightly against him. He had come here to confront her in a torrent of anger, feeling every sense of betrayal the moment he saw her - and now as he felt the wetness of her tears against him, he realized that no one could ever make her feel more guilt and anguish with herself than what she had already condemned herself to feel.

While she would stand up and wipe away the evidence so no other soul would know - though she would leave for her final thing travels with her customary beaming smile gracing her face, he knew that it was simply a lie to reassure those of Etheirys that feared the oncoming Final Days - their Azem would not cry, would not buckle under the pressure and succumb to despair.

He hated it.

He knew the feeling that arose in him was selfishness - crude greed that threatened to swallow him. While his work to stave off the destruction of their Star was genuine, while his love for Etheirys and her people was sincere, and none could sway him from the course he and the other members of the Convocation had set upon - holding Persephone in his arms now caused a selfish and ugly feeling that while they deserved the salvation that he and the others would bring - why did they deserve to be comforted by her? Why was it that she had to give herself unto the people, allow them to pile onto her all their grief and despair, all the while pretending foolishly that she had none of their own?

The thought terrified him suddenly - and he very nearly began to plead with her to change her mind, to bring Io with, if only so she had someone to rely on - so she would not become one of the abominations by allowing herself to be the lightning rod to which people could expel their grief and fear. But he knew she would tell him no, just as she told Io herself. And instead his anger grew again - Io had nothing keeping her here, she was not shackled as he was! How could she say she would protect Persephone, using him as a reason to justify it, only to so easily give in to her request?!

He of all people knew how stubborn Persephone was - this was true, but if she cared as much as Persephone insisted she did - why was she not here now? He had no choice but to stay, it was his duty to the Star, and he would show Persephone that it was also out of his love for her, that he pushed ever forward, even if she could not join him. He would hold his faith that the Convocation would save them all, and just like that day at the Bureau, she would come back to him, and their souls would sing. He could not join her, but he would do anything to ensure she had a home to return too.

And yet Io was content to lock herself yet again into the cage of a bird, to be covered with a sheet to allow herself the blind faith that things would turn out alright when it would be taken off - and it ignited in him blind hatred and fury that in these final hours, she allowed Persephone to wear her down.

‘I have never been alone,’ she had said tearfully - and suddenly he was frightened of what that loneliness would do to her.

His grip on her tightened as he began to place gentle kisses on the crown of her head, slowly moving her so her tear stained face looked at his - looking at her with one last hope, “Stay, just one more night- you do not need to leave right this second. Stay with me, please. Sephone, just one night, it is all I ask-”

“No,” her voice was soft, but firm as a hand moved to cradle his cheek before moving to carefully take his mask off, “Hades… you are only setting yourself up for a painful reminder in the morning. Giving yourself the hope that in the morning I will still be here, curled in bed next to you. But you will not - that hope will be robbed from you when you pull back the covers and find me gone. No… I do not wish to hurt you anymore than I already am.”

Cruelty sparked at his tongue when he spoke again, yellow eyes harsh and stony as he looked upon her, “Do not lie to yourself, Persephone. Is it that, or are you afraid your resolve will falter? That you will perhaps wake up and realize this is nothing more than another one of your fantastical whims?!”

[n1ghtm4r3-p01s0n]

I’ve walked the path of grief. I know how difficult it is. HOW-FUCKING-EVER.

Jeff should’ve walked his ass to therapy instead of taking it out on Lynn and Corbette. The fuck were they supposed to do? He forgets the fact Lynn ALSO lost a child (which, I have to assume, SHE BIRTHED) and Corbette lost a brother. When Corbette asked if she could have one of Dylan’s toys, most likely it was because she wanted her brother’s comfort but since he wasn’t there one of his toys would suffice. Him telling her “No” says A LOT.

I know grief can change us in ways we never could’ve seen coming. I know the healing process is a bitching pain in the fucking ass. I know we can get lost in our own suffering and trapped in our minds, replaying the last moments wondering if there was anything that could’ve been done differently. I WALKED THAT EXACT PATH. I think it’s fair to say most people who saw the film had.

What grief DOES NOT excuse is 1) emotionally neglecting your daughter when she needs you right now 2) taking out your frustrations on your grieving wife 3) holding on to such a powerful grudge that you forget that your child’s death WAS an accident, the perpetrator fucking broke down in the middle of the street when he realised, the only witness probably panicked, and the judge could tell the perpetrator was already beating himself up over it.

Jeff was so busy up his own ass he neglected to consider the human emotions at play. How Timothy was so traumatised and broken by Dylan’s death he decided to quit drinking and become a nurse to try and stop it from happening again. How the judge had these broken shells of men standing before him, one rightfully angry at the loss of his son and the other remorseful as all Hell and barely able to do anything WITHOUT crying. And not the fake kind; real, genuine crying. Stuck between giving a harsher sentence to a man already tearing himself apart on the inside to appease a man who lost his child, or giving a more lenient, understanding perspective to try and give Timothy the knowledge the judge understands it was a genuine accident and that he really does regret it, but at the cost of the wrath of a grieving father.

And about Danica; unless Jeff knew her PRIOR to the accident… of course she wasn’t going to show up in court; YOU DIDN’T KNOW HER NAME. Telling the police “A blonde woman in a white car” doesn’t exactly narrow shit down when you live in a city, dumbass. How are police or a court going to chase down a random woman whose identity they don’t know?

And do NOT get me started on putting a gun to his head in the mirror, psyching himself up to kill someone, WHEN CORBETTE IS HOME. Kids aren’t fucking stupid. She could’ve heard or even peaked through the door and seen it - suicidal ideation aside (cause grief can do that to you), are you really gonna silently threaten your daughter with losing her father while she’s still mourning her brother?

Jeff was a selfish, slow, and cruel bastard. Grieving is a bitch, and to a degree I can understand Jeff’s headspace. Doesn’t excuse his actions.

* I’m excluding anyone who didn’t have a chance to save themselves since they’re more pawns to someone else’s game. That’s why Judge Holden, Timothy, and Danica aren’t in the poll since Jeff was the subject.

* Amanda’s test subjects still count since we didn’t learn her tests were unwinnable until after the fact

[realisticjojoxreader]

getting a hug from star platinum🥰🥰

jotaro x reader, part 4, 1.2k

“What are you doing?” Jotaro asks, but when you glance up, he’s not looking at you at all, which seems kind of rude. You’re trying to seduce him, here. How is that supposed to work if he spends his time staring up at his stand instead of down at you? You even wore your nicest pants for this!

“Ora ora ora,” says Star Platinum, gesturing like it’s making some eloquent point. Jotaro blinks. So do you. “Ora ora!”

That’s when you notice that, for some reason, Star Platinum seems to be getting closer to you. “Do you, like, need something?” you ask it, taking a step back, rightfully intimidated. The damn thing is taller than Jotaro and Jotaro’s fucking massive. “I don’t speak Stand, I don’t know what you want.” You squint at Jotaro, who looks just as baffled as you feel. (Or at least he would, if he emoted in a normal way. As it stands, he just looks kind of constipated.) “Do you know what’s going on?”

Jotaro shakes his head. He’s lucky he’s hot as hell, because he’s definitely not helpful, now or in general.

Star Platinum turns away from you and starts doing some elaborate miming, evidently trying to tell Jotaro something too complex to be conveyed with mere ‘ora’s. You can’t see most of its movements, since all you can see is a broad blue-purple back and a—wait, what the fuck, is that a loincloth? It’s kind of hard to pay attention to the nonsensical charades when you’re just now taking the time to notice that Star Platinum is wearing a fucking loincloth, and the damn thing leaves very little to the imagination. It basically covers the crack and nothing else, which is distressing, to say the least. Why is its ass so square?

When you finally stop freaking out about Star Platinum’s loincloth, you peek around its big (mostly naked) body to see how Jotaro’s reacting to all this.

He is, for some reason, bright red. It’s weirdly adorable. “Don’t you dare,” he growls, finger pointed at his Stand like he’s scolding a puppy and not a humanoid manifestation of his own soul. “I’ll find a way to punish you for this, I swear to fucking God.” Oh, now you’re just dying to know what Star Platinum wanted.

“Ora!” chimes Star Platinum happily, spinning back around to face you with the biggest, dumbest grin on its face. You can’t help but grin back. It really is like a puppy—its excitement is contagious.

“What’s up, big guy?” you ask it, watching as it gets closer and closer to you. For a split second, you’re afraid, because it could flatten your Stand in an instant, but you really don’t think it’s going to attack you. You’ve seen it fight. You’ve seen Jotaro’s rage channeled through it, and that isn’t what’s happening. It just looks… happy, in a way you’ve never seen Jotaro. Is his smile lopsided like that, too? Will you ever get to see it to find out?

When Star Platinum wraps its arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug, your legs wobble beneath you. Is this… is this what Jotaro wants to do, but won’t allow himself? Stands are the manifestation of one’s soul, after all. It would make sense.

Fuck, Star Platinum even smells like the shirts you’d lifted from Jotaro’s hotel room. Of course you hug back. You hug back with everything you have.

Star Platinum giggles and tightens its arms. The hug is so warm, so full of love, you almost want to cry, as overwhelmed as you are. Star Platinum giggles again and you giggle with it, still giggling when it starts spinning you around like you’re lovers being reunited in an airport. You’ve never felt so light.

It’s hard to believe that this is happening to you. You were so sure Jotaro didn’t feel the same way about you, that your feelings were one-sided. You’d tried everything to get him to notice you—including but not limited to bending over in front of him to show off your ass, using pickup lines every time he was within earshot, and dressing as skimpily as you could without getting arrested—but he never gave you the time of day, beyond asking for your help with Stand users. He’s easily the hottest person in Morioh these days, so you really didn’t want to just give up, but you were admittedly close to the end of your rope. There’s only so many times you can handle someone completely ignoring you.

But here he is, hugging you and spinning you around like he loves you. (Well, it’s Star Platinum, but as we’ve established, a Stand is the manifestation of one’s soul. So it’s still technically Jotaro, right? Right.)

Wrong.

“Found you, you piece of shit,” snarls Jotaro, running towards a bush and throwing himself at it. You and Star Platinum both freeze, still in each other’s arms, watching as Jotaro wrestles a small man out of the brush and onto the ground. Oh my God, was there a guy watching you from a bush? How long was he there? Fuck, that’s so fucking gross. What the hell is wrong with Morioh these days?

Eventually Jotaro stands, holding the guy up by the scruff of his neck like a naughty kitten. “Heyheyheyyy c'maahn I'm a little guy, I'm just a little guyy, noo, it's also my birthday, I'm a little birthday boyy,” croons the guy, wriggling in a way that is upsetting to watch.

Jotaro shakes him rather violently. “Undo what you did to my Stand or I’ll snap your fucking neck.” Goodness, you’ve never seen Jotaro lose his cool like this before. It’s kind of hot.

“I didn’t do anythingg, I’m just a little guyy, noo—” the guy’s vile warbling gets cut off when Jotaro punches him in the face, his nose breaking, you think, judging by the sound of it. “God, fuck, fine!” He snaps his gross little fingers and, almost instantaneously, Star Platinum blinks and shakes its head like a dog drying off.

“Did you really think that little birthday boy bit would work?” asks Jotaro, lip curled up with what you presume is disgust. It looks a lot like his confused face from earlier.

Groaning, the guy cups his bleeding nose. “It usually does,” he gurgles.

“Unbelievable. Get the fuck out of here.” With that, Jotaro kicks him, and the guy scrambles off down the street, crying. “And you,” snaps Jotaro, pointing at Star Platinum. “Get the fuck away from that weirdo.”

Star Platinum obliges instantly, pushing away from you with so much force that you go flying into the canal.

“Can you swim?” Jotaro calls to you, sounding bored more than anything, not even bothering to poke his head over the edge.

“Yeah,” you call back, unsure of what else you can say in the face of such utter rejection. He called you ‘that weirdo’. There’s no coming back from that, is there?

“Shame,” he says. “Stop stealing my shirts, freak.” And then he walks away, footsteps clear as day against the concrete sidewalk. Maybe it’s time you moved to a different city, one without crazy photograph ghosts or serial killers with catboy Stands or Kujo fucking Jotaro.

[sugar-sweet-tea]

Tall man gets love

Description : Mori was always with Honey. But what happens when they split up for a bit, thankfully Mori will always have his family to help him.

Or in other words, Ouran High School Host Club is perfect for agere stuff and there’s not enough of it on here.

This was my first OHSHC fic and it took me a while to get the courage to write thing but I’m pretty impressed with it. This was very inspired by DannyFANtom and Mcschnuggles who have awesome fics, I really recommend checking them out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30654551

Mori was walking the halls looking as if he was in some kind of trance. He looked lost, and confused. As if his mind was off somewhere else. He couldn't find Honey and that made him a little... nervous.

They were always together.

He could feel his mind start to get... fuzzier. It was slowly getting harder to focus on stuff. He tried to remember where he was and where his cousin was but, nothing came to his mind.

So there he was, roaming the hallways after school hours looking for Honey. He vaguely remembers him having to get something from class but he should've been back by now.

That's when his eyes landed on it.

Music room 3.

He gasped. He knew this room! Mori quickly walked towards the music room, taking shaky steps. He was having a hard time focusing on anything. Especially walking.

He felt his mind begging him to be small. It's been a little while which he knew wasn't good.

He tried to regress at least once a week but missed the last few weeks.

The only person who knew was his cousin, Honey. He watched him when he felt small and always took care of him. Kind of like a caregiver...

Mori slowly opened the door trying to be as quiet as possible.

Thankfully all the guests had gone.

Unfortunately, the other hosts where there.

Mori attempted to enter as quietly as possible, not wanting to cause attention to himself, sadly, this never worked.

"Hey, Mori-Senpai!" Haruhi called to him, smiling at him with a little wave. The other hosts smiled and greeted him as well. He smiled a small sad smile at her.

His mouth quivered a bit.

His day had been so stressful so far and he hadn't seen Honey in a long time.

So it's not a surprise that he couldn't keep the tears that fell down his face. His lip quivered as more came.

Seeing all his friends so happy to see him made him want to slip even more.

As hard as he tried, he couldn't help it.

The usually quiet man sat down and put his face in his hands as he cried. The other hosts looked confused and went over to him.

This was concerning since they’ve never seen him like this. So... sad. It was very out of character since usually they would be lucky to get any reaction out of him. He was a man of few words.

"Mori-Senpai. What's wrong?"

"Why are you crying?"

"Where's Honey-Senpai?"

All these questions were beginning to get too much for him.

Mori removed his hands from his face and put them to cover his ears. He tried to block out the noise. His eyes shut tight.

Without him knowing, he felt a gentle hand pressed against his shoulder. Mori gently opened his eyes to see Tamaki placing a hand on his shoulder.

Tamaki was looking down on him, smiling a comforting and reassuring smile to him.

Mori felt himself get calmer. He could feel the tears slowing down as he sniffled. He rubbed his eyes and that's when another hand passed him a tissue.

Looking up again he saw Kyoya with the same type of comforting and reassuring smile that Tamaki had.

Mori wiped his nose and his eyes. He stopped crying. They could tell he was trying to go back to his neutral expressionless face but was struggling a significant amount.

“Senpai? Are you any better?” Haruhi asked him calmly. He gently nodded.

“Why were you so upset before?” Hikaru asked him.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that before.” Kaoru said, nodding in agreement.

Mori only sniffled and wiped his nose a bit.

Even if the other didn’t notice of it right away. Haruhi definitely did. The way he was acting and his expression. As if he was thinking about something else, his mind far away. She doesn’t know why but... he looked so... innocent in her eyes. Almost like a child...

No one was expecting what happened next...

Mori felt so safe at this moment with his family surrounding him that he clung into the closest person.

This, of course, was Tamaki.

He couldn’t help it when he wrapped his arms around the blond and tried to hide his face in his chest. At this point he had fully slipped.

And Tamaki, being the great friend that he is, didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around him in a loving embrace and whisper soft things into his ear to calm him down.

All the other hosts looked a little confused, but Tamaki made it seem like an every day thing. Comforting him as if he’s done it a thousand times.

Being in the arms of the blonde, it didn’t take him long to calm down. His was no longer freaking out, but even so, he didn’t want to leave his friends embrace.

Out of embarrassment or fear of freaking out again, he wasn’t sure.

That is until another certain blonde came through the door.

Honey looked very worried and concerned.

“Takashi!” He yelled running over to him. Immediately he wrapped his arms around his neck. Mori gently broke off from Tamaki and wrapped his arms around his cousin.

“Mitsukuni...” He mumbled into his hair.

“Is that the reason he got to upset earlier? Because he wasn’t with Honey-Senpai?” Hikaru asked them.

“Yes, I had to go back to my class really fast so I could get one of my books I forgot and I told Takashi to wait for me by the window. He must’ve slipped and forgot about it, so he got scared. I’m just glad he found you guys. Thanks for watching and taking good care of him Tama-Chan!” Honey thanked them smiling gleefully.

Instead of smiling back, the others were rightfully confused.

“Why do you mean Mori-Senpai slipped?”

“Yeah and he’s been away from you before Honey-Senpai, why did it make him so sad now?” The twins asked one after the other.

Tamaki was surprisingly quiet and Kyoya was just waiting for an explanation. He was quite intrigued.

However, before anyone could say anything, Haruhi was the only one to notice what was actually going on.

“Mori-Senpai, how old are you?” She asked gently and softly. She lowered and softened it as if she was talking to a child, which she had a feeling that she was.

Honey gasped then smiled, in all honesty he wasn’t very surprised that Haruhi was the one to figure it out first.

Mori put up three fingers, before switching to two.

Kyoya’s eyes went wide.

He understood now.

“How long have you been?...” He asked, like Haruhi he had softened his voice. He sounded calming and concerned. He really was the mom of the group.

“For a few months now. I help him and watch over him so he doesn’t get hurt.” Honey explained.

“Would you guys please just tell us what you’re talking about? It makes no sense!” Tamaki exclaimed trying not to be too loud since he was right beside Mori.

“Is it ok if I tell them?” Honey asked. Once receiving a head nod from his cousin, he started his explanation.

Mori figured they’d want an explanation anyways, why not just tell them everything.

After all, they were a family.

No.

Wait.

They were his family.

“Takashi is a little.” Honey told them. Mori nodded.

The twins looked confused for a sec before figuring out what he meant.

“A little what?” Tamaki asked.

Everyone started laughing.

Even though it wasn’t that funny, they all thought it was.

“No, Senpai, what he means is that he regresses. To deal with stress.” Haruhi explained to him.

Ohhhhhhh.

It took Tamaki a few seconds before the realization hit him like a truck.

“Ohhhh. Awwww.” He couldn’t help but coo. He vaguely remembered them talking about that and he always thought it was absolutely adorable, and has even considered trying it once or twice but reprimanded himself because it was ‘too childish’. He’d spent so much time trying to convince himself that he shouldn’t, he kinda forgot about it all together.

“Why didn’t he tell us in the first place?” Kaoru asked.

“Probably because he was afraid. Which is understandable, this stuff can be very personal to some people.” Kyoya explained to him who nodded.

“Well now that we do know, if you ever need someone to watch you, we’ll always be available.” Tamaki offered, smiling at the little.

Not used to getting so much attention, Moi started blushing a bit. He didn’t know why he was so nervous to tell his friends, no, his family something like this.

He must’ve been pretty silly if he thought that they would mock him or judge him for this.

“Thank you! I know he doesn’t really express it often, but I know he’s very happy to have you guys as friends and that are willing to help him.” Honey told them. And in all honesty, he was happy too. Happy that his friends were so open and accepting for them.

“Well we’re a family, families help each other. Now, how about we get some snacks, I bet everyone’s a little hungry.” Tamaki suggested. They others all agreed and started making their way towards the food.

Mori and Honey walked hand in hand. Like they should be.

“I’m sorry I left you alone when you were small. I promise it won’t happen again.” Honey apologized. He felt a little guilty about it.

“Iss ok.” Mori said softly. It wasn’t like his usual voice. This one definitely made him sound like a child.

They smiled at each other before joining the others.

Mori was glad he told them.

And now, he felt closer to them than ever before.

[deceasedanddesist]

stuck in detention ( james potter )

this is for @ladyvesuvia’s 400 follower writing challenge! although she has 700 now :)

pairing: james potter x ravenclaw!reader

gender neutral!reader: if you see any mistakes let me know and i’ll fix it

warnings: none

notes: if you saw this when i accidentally posted it unfinished….. no you didn’t. also this is unedited and i wrote it on my phone so my grammar is going to be shit.

word count:

heres the thing;

you never actually meant to get detention, you swore to merlin himself that breaking your boyfriends ( who, conveniently, is now your ex boyfriend ) nose was a completely an accident. 

it seems as though saying your “hand slipped” didn’t really sell it to professor flitwick, and to ashton davies, who now has an undeserved vendetta against you. 

so what? in case he forgot, he was the one who cheated on you, and didn’t even seem the tiniest bit remorseful about it! but it didn't bother you, if anything, you knew it was coming. after months of him telling you how you were too intense, and making you suppress your personality because it was “too suffocating for him to be around”. you just got so sick of it, rightfully bloody so in your opinion. but because professor flitwick didn’t agree, you were stuck in detention during the first quidditch game of the year! your team, out on the pitch, without their captain, against gryffindor of all houses.

curse james potter and his stunningly good training regimen, you figured he was basking in the glory of not having to deal with you. he’s probably gloating to his team right now, and you could picture the frustratingly fit face that is going to be haunting your brain after ravenclaw looses.

its not that you are not confident in your team, because, you were very proud of their progress and you were very sure they are capable of kicking gryffindors arse. but at the end of the day, at team is like a puzzle, if one piece is missing, there is no way for it to become cohesive. and without their team captain, you really couldn’t predict the fate of your team.

thats why, you were in a pretty glum mood on your way to the library. you figured flitwick took pity on you when he gave you library duty, after all, it probably was the only thing he could see you enjoy doing for detention. not that you were always reading or something, that was the most hated stereotype among most ravenclaws. most of you guys don’t even read, but you can find a certain kind of solace in a good book that you don’t get with anything else.

walking in, you greeted madam pince with a small smile before continuing to the back where you knew a giant stack of books were waiting for you to organize.

as you made your way through the shelves, you heard a loud yelp, but when you looked back at madam pince she was just staring at you with a watchful eye.

you cautiously continued, but you speed up into a jog when a groan followed. you whipped around the corner to come face to face with james potter himself, flailing his limbs under a pile of books.

“potter?” you questioned, “you’re supposed to be on the pitch acting like an idiot, why are you doing it here?”

the boy on the floor scoffed in reply, holding his and out to you.

you stared at it awkwardly, brows furrowed.

“mind giving me a hand here, (l/n)?”

“oh!” your hand shot out to help haul his body up, you were pretty much half of his size so you didn’t know why he reached out to you.

“so, what are you in for?” he joked, but looked as if he was expecting an answer, so you gave him one.

“slept in.” you shrugged.

hey, you didn’t say you would tell him the truth!

“i find that hard to believe,” james huffed, “(y/n)(l/n), sleeping in? right before the first quidditch game of your seventh year?”

you wanted to be mad at him, but for as much of an airhead he is, the boy read you like a book. there was no way, rhyme, or reason you would be sleeping instead of going over quidditch plays or berating your team.

perhaps intense was the correct way to describe you after all, and fuck ashton davies for making you realize it after he cheated on you. you honestly wouldn’t of had a problem with it if he had decided to man up and actually break up with you before he slept with someone else.

you must have been lost in your thoughts for a minute, because james was snapping his fingers in front of your face.

“hello? earth to (y/n).”

“sorry. but enough about me,” first you lie, and if that doesn’t work ( it usually does) you evade further questioning. “how did you get in here, don’t act like i’m tougher on my team than you.”

“yeah, we’re both hard-asses.” he agrees, “i accidentally set someones hair on fire in transfiguration.”

you opened your mouth to ask, but ultimately ended up keeping it yourself, james seemed to approve.

“you don’t want to know.” you nodded, and that was that.

you began to pick up the books from the floor and place them back into the boxes that james seemed to have knocked over. they were labeled and you probably would have thought it was fairly easy at first glance, but judging by the amount of boxes and your clumsy detention partner, you estimated it would keep you for at least a few hours, if not the whole day.

after you filled the potions box with the correlating textbooks, you made your way to the designated section of the library. you started to place the books in alphabetical order by author, and just when you placed ‘advanced potion making’ by libatius borage on the shelf, it immediately flung off the shelf and straight into what would have been your face if you hadn’t moved at the last minute.

after you got over the shock of an almost broken nose ( which you found very ironic ), your head whipped around to a very shocked james at the end of the isle you were standing in.

he visibly got paler once the realization of what happened set in, but before you could confront him, he had set of into a run.

so, you did what any sensible and composed person would do, and you chased after him.

although he has longer legs, your endurance was unmatched. and this was proven when he started to slow down after five minutes, but without realizing you were right on his tail, he stopped. you sucked in a breath to brace yourself before you collided with him, and the next thing you knew the both of you were toppling to the floor.

james groaned as you rolled off of his chest and onto the floor beside him as madam pince rushed over to find out where the commotion was coming from.

“its actually surprisingly clean down here.” you noted as madam pince stared down at you and james with upmost displeasure.

she muttered something along the lines of “why did i take this job” and “i hate children” as she walked back to her desk, still shaking her head.

james waited until she was out of sight before bursting out into laughter.

““its actually surprisingly clean down here”? really?” the boy was practically crying now, a great contradiction to your pure confusion. you had never made someone laugh like this before, your friends only ever giggling out of pity at your odd observations.

when his fit was over, he cocked his head at you and made a face. albeit, you were probably looking at him weird, but who wouldn’t be. you only ever knew him as an opponent, as the two of you shared the same position in quidditch. chasers were a pertinent part of the game, and you and james potter were both the only second years accepted onto the house teams. it made you wonder if you were just imagining all of competitiveness, and now, in the midst of your very last year, just realizing it.

“what?” he looked more confused than you at this point, so you decided to let him in on your thought process.

apparently, your mouth had other plans, because what came out of it was “i punched ashton davies in the face.”

“what!” he yelled, resulting in a ‘shhhhhhh’ in reply from pince.

“thats why i’m in detention, i broke his nose.”

to your surprise, he smiled “i knew you didn’t sleep in, you wouldn’t let down your team like that.”

you scoffed, “it doesn’t matter james, i still let them down. i should have controlled my anger.”

he shook his head, “look, i don’t know much about you, but i do know you’re a reasonable person.” you sighed, so he continued, “let me rephrase: if you broke someones nose, there has to be a good reason, because theres no way you’d miss your last first game.”

“yeah, you’re right.” you said as you got up, brushing yourself off before holding out a hand to him, “he deserved it.”

another laugh from the boy behind you, “i’m sure he did.”

you smiled, checked the time, told james your time was up, and headed back to the front of the library. though, when you guys turned the corner both of you were faced with flitwick and mcgonagall, who told you that fooling around wasn’t to be tolerated and the two of you would be spending your weekend in detention to finish the job.

as you left, you found yourself in the best mood you’ve been in all year, and to your surprise, you found yourself actually some what excited for this weekend’s detention.

[animeyanderelover]

I've looked through your "sharing a darling" post and I've been inspired. I'd love to see Tsunade with a darling, who's Orochimaru's little sister. I imagine she and Tsuna probably were friends before she deserted the village with Orochi. And when she's nowhere near as heartless as Orochi, she's a morally-gray type of person. [With romantic yandere!Tsunade + platonic!yandere Orochimaru]

I’m glad you got inspired by my post☺️.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, paranoia, violence

Darling is Orochimaru’s little sister

🐍🐌We’ve often talked about this, but Orochimaru has a weird way of showing his care, especially if it comes to persons he’s obsessed with. If you would be a test object he would most likely show genuine interest in you because you’re very useful. But how does this work when you’re his sister? It’s suspected that a part of why Orochimaru became the way he is like he is because he wanted to leave the painful memories of the past behind, including the death of his parents. So you were the only family he had left.

🐍🐌His way of caring showed himself from a very young age on with wanting you to get stronger. Orochimaru has a dislike for the fragility of life and it’s most likely that you and him shared more or less the same interest in kinjutsu. I can’t say that you had the same obsession as him with it, but you just tagged along with him.

🐍🐌Since Tsunade and Orochimaru were on the same team it was understandable that you were friends with them. Jiraiya was probably the guy who often asked you out on dates and made some less appropriate comments about you, earning a hit on the head from Tsunade and a unnerving look from Orochimaru. Tsunade was most likely friends with you because you were the only other girl from the three.

🐍🐌At the beginning it was just a friendship, a strong one. Tsunade was often a bit worried about you, knowing how twisted Orochimaru could be. You never minded, being used to all of this since you had grown up with him together.

🐍🐌Tsunade started becoming a tad more clingy and overprotective after Nawaki had died. It was somewhat of the beginning of her Yandere tendencies and it stayed that way even after she had got to know Dan. You often visited with her together Nawaki’s grave and showed him respect for his actions. But you were glad that Tsunade had found someone else who made her happy since you had suffered with her after the death of her brother. Because despite being slightly influenced from Orochimaru’s twisted personality you had always been the one who had cared more and showed it more.

🐍🐌Somehow I think after Dan died as well and you were again there to comfort Tsunade you somehow started to see things a bit more from Orochimaru’s side, understanding why he loathed the fragility of life. Because humans were so delicate that you could lose them at any moment. I would even go as far that Tsunade’s devastation over Nawaki and Dan left a huge impact on you and led you to becoming who you were.

🐍🐌Tsunade was at first most likely only a platonic Yandere for you, still seeing you as her best friend. She became incredibly clingy and overprotective and also started greatly disliking your brother. Why? Because Orochimaru gave off the feeling that you didn’t mean anything to him and he wouldn’t even be sad if you would die. He hadn’t looked affected when Nawaki had died and he hadn’t looked really affected when Dan had died. So it was no wonder that Tsunade was terrified of losing you as well and needing to see how not even you as Orochimaru’s sister would lead him to show any sorrow.

🐍🐌It was at the beginning just the genuine desire to keep you safe and alive. But with time it turned into something more intense for Tsunade. The knowledge that she could lose the person who had been always there for you made her go almost crazy. She might not even have realized when exactly it had happened. But one day you just gave her a warm smile...And Tsunade felt her heart speeding up in her chest rapidly and butterflies erupting from the pit of her stomach.

🐍🐌Orochimaru watched all of this with narrowed eyes, the way how Tsunade started clinging onto you tightly and the way she looked at you. It didn’t matter to him that Tsunade deserved happiness after everything that had happened to her. He didn’t want you to become weak by becoming too sentimental which you obviously were. It wasn’t like you had already changed a lot because of him, your view of the world having become slightly distorted because of his influence and the still fresh memory of Tsunade mourning over her brother and her lover. And I bet Orochimaru used that to control you a bit more.

🐍🐌Tsunade on the other hand worried because she noticed clearly how much you had changed in those last years and she knew too well who the culprit was. So she tried to keep you away from Orochimaru by often going out with you and asking you to spend time with him. And this didn’t suit with Orochimaru who would have preferred to continue training and experimenting with you.

🐍🐌It was most likely out of loyalty and own belief that you decided to follow Orochimaru into exile, some of his beliefs having influenced you as well. And Tsunade was once again completely devastated for losing another precious person to her, asking herself what she had done so terribly wrong in life to lose everyone she seemed to love.

🐍🐌Being Orochimaru’s sister and most likely on the same level of strength as him made you very respected and worshipped by his underlings like Kabuto and Kimimaro. And despite searching with him for a way to gain complete immortality You never agreed with his opinions all the time, disliking the way he treated others. You were somewhat of a mother figure for many people under him and were even known to forgive people different than Orochimaru. And Orochimaru didn’t really like this, fearing that your softness would be one day your death sentence. Orochimaru isn’t the type to start a fight over this, at least not in the classic sense. But he would cruelly tease your weak spots to get a reaction out of you and to try to reason with you that being so soft wouldn’t bring you anywhere.

🐍🐌I guess that Tsunade’s heart broke even more after hearing what you were doing, experimenting on people to gain immortality. She blamed herself for this, feeling like she should have ripped you away from your brother’s tight grip sooner since he had been the one who had corrupted you like this.

🐍🐌Tsunade met you most likely again whilst Naruto and Jiraiya were searching for her to convince her to become the fifth Hokage. She was already pissed enough at Orochimaru, never having forgiven him for ruining you like this. But she was also scared when seeing you again, freezing at first. She just really hoped that there was still some part of the old you left and not having become as cruel and heartless as Orochimaru had. You were also shocked to see her again, feeling a bit conflicted about how to face her after all those years again.

🐍🐌During the fight of the three you didn’t really participate, watching more from a distance. Not because you were lazy, but because you and Orochimaru knew that you might switch sides during the battle. Because you still cared. Tsunade was still your friend. So when Orochimaru wanted to kill Naruto and Tsunade kept sacrificing herself you would have lied if you would have said that you didn’t care. Instead you might have even tried to stop Orochimaru from completely killing her, that was at least until she released her jutsu and showed what she was capable off.

🐍🐌Different from Orochimaru you also never disliked Naruto and saw him as a poor excuse. You saw potential and passion in him, reminding you of Nawaki. That’s why you wanted to keep him alive. Because he had helped Tsunade out of her misery. And you were proud of her when she officially became Hokage, sending a anonymous gift and a small letter in which you congratulated her and told her how happy you were for her. And Tsunade knew too well who had sent her this.

🐍🐌I feel like after Sasuke joined Orochimaru you might have even gone as far as sometimes giving the village hints about his development without anyone finding out. And whenever such small notes received in the village, dropping hints about current whereabouts or informations about possible future plans from Orochimaru Tsunade always felt hopeful and encouraged that the old You was still there, that you weren’t completely possessed by evil like your older brother was.

🐍🐌I feel like you traveled back to the village after Sasuke killed Orichimaru. You had no reason to stay after all. And for someone who was known as an S-rated criminal you came over pretty calm when suddenly appearing in front of the gates of your old village. And best belief that when Tsunade Heard- that you were back, she completely lost it and instantly stormed towards you, not knowing whether to yell at you for doing such terrible things to her and other people or cry and suffocate you in a hug out of relief. In the end it became a mix made out of both.

🐍🐌You were taken under custody back into the village, your reputation being a bit saved because of all the small hints you had given them through the years. That and the fact that you answered all questions honestly have some ninjas troubles to judge you rightfully, not knowing whether to think of you as a good or bad person. On the one hand you had experimented on others, you had used the same jutsu as Orochimaru to reach immortality and many other things. But on the other hand there were countless tellings and rumors from many places and people that you had freed them out of Orochimaru’s grip or had even helped villages in need on your journeys. That made it somewhat troublesome whether to decide if you belonged in prison or not.

🐍🐌In the end it was decided to not send you into prison, mainly because Tsunade had insisted on it, but also because many had agreed that you had done many good things after all and had come back on your own free will, not to mention that you had told them everything they had wanted and needed answers for for so long. But you were kept under very tight custody, a few Anbu members always watching you.

🐍🐌Shizune knew from Tsunade’s love for you, having witnessed many times how Tsunade had started becoming very talkative about you after a few or many bottles of sake and knew that Tsunade had still feelings for you. And she advices to not risk anything with you, they still didn’t know whether you were on their side or not. Tsunade didn’t want to hear this, but not because she believed that Shizune was wrong, but because she knew that Shizune might be right.

🐍🐌She often came visiting you, wanting to at least talk to you and know why you had done this. Why you had left her. Why you had decided to tag along with Orochimaru. Why you had done all those terrible things and still so much good stuff at the same time. What were your motives?

🐍🐌I feel like Tsunade would be able to start a normal relationship with you after the war and after Orochimaru was reincarnated. Because the main problem before had been that people had, when looking at you, only been able to see Orochimaru. A cruel and sadistic criminal. But for whatever reason Orochimaru had been forgiven after the shinobi war and Tsunade also retired more or less since Kakashi became the sixth Hokage shortly after the war ended. There will be some tension between her and Orochimaru after that, especially since Tsunade still blames Orochimaru for corrupting you like this. Orochimaru wouldn’t be too happy either, but surprisingly he’s more okay than Tsunade with this since he doesn’t hold that much of a personal grudge against her like she does. He did become better after the war and was more accepting with it. As long as you don’t become a weakling that is, power is still a thing and will always be a thing for him.

[todomitoukei]

The Todoroki Family & The Umbrella Academy

disclaimer: contains spoilers for bnha chapter 291 & The Umbrella Academy season 1&2

For a while I thought there were mainly parallels between Shouto and Vanya from the Umbrella Academy, two characters who were isolated from their siblings growing up, but now with chapter 290 and 291 giving us a bit more information on Touya and a lot of people claiming he is in the wrong, I feel like it’s helpful to look at the parallels between Dabi and Vanya and how that can show us the possibilities concerning the Todoroki family’s future:

both have the strongest power in their family

end up being ignored by their father and told they’re not as powerful as their sibling(s)

end up isolating themselves from the whole family

expose their family’s secrets to the public

The last part is where the current bnha story ends, so we don’t know whether the aftermath is going to be similar, but let’s look at what happened then in the Umbrella Academy.

the siblings hold a grudge against her for it, not necessarily because of the exposure itself but because they’re all portrayed in a negative way

when they find out that she has powers, some of the siblings view her as a threat, but Allison actually stands up for her and tries to help her

them isolating her throughout the season leads to her causing the apocalypse, further painting her as a threat

while some of the siblings in season 2 still think they should stay away from her, they do end up treating her like a person and being on her side

Obviously not every family has to deal with things the same. But what I like about tUA is that it shows how differently people can react to the same person/events, and that they can change their opinions later down the line.

It’s understandable that some people disagree with Dabi’s decision to expose their family because of the negative effects this can have on the rest of the family that isn’t Endeavor, especially Shouto, whose whole career is essentially going to be about being a public figure.

But you also can’t decide how they’re going to react for them, nor can you say with certainty that they are going to be angry with him because of this.

In contrast to Vanya, Dabi didn’t speak ill of anyone in the family aside from Endeavor. Unlike some people in the fandom, he is not saying “Well, we were a happy family until Shouto came along and ruined everything.” He is not holding a personal grudge against Shouto, because he never really got to know him in the first place.

To Dabi, Shouto is simply the living proof of him having failed as successor. Shouto’s birth was the turning point in his relationship with Endeavor, and for the longest time it was his goal to kill Shouto in the future, but only because Shouto represents what Touya wasn’t able to be.

And yes, Dabi is a villain, someone who has attacked and hurt people and put people’s lives at risk for his own personal goal of getting back at Endeavor. He’s not denying that, though. Also, let’s not forget if you want to bring up Kyushu to prove he put innocent people at risk - Hawks knew about it and didn’t stop it. He risked people’s lives just as much.

People love to be woke about mental health, and whenever there’s stories circulating online about real life abuse victims who speak up about their abuse or even get back at their abuser (in whatever way) - they are celebrated. And rightfully so because coming forward with something so deeply personal and traumatizing, exposing yourself to the public in a way that might stick with you forever is hard and not everyone can do that. But why do people suddenly draw the line at a fictional character who is the personification of how harmful the glorification and idolization of heroes in the bnha universe is. How heroes, who are supposed to protect citizens, are also capable of turning citizens into villains and get away with it.

Dabi isn’t someone who decided to run away from home as a teenager and just stick it to the man. He is someone who has been bred for a specific purpose and once his creator gave up on him, got tossed aside. For years he tried to reclaim his spot, to regain his father’s approval, attention and love, things he used to get, but suddenly were all taken away from him because he wasn’t good enough in his father’s eyes. And for a child, someone whose brain is still in development, it’s crucial to receive care and attention from its parents. Being denied that has negative, long-lasting impacts on the further development, more so than on an adult with a fully developed brain.

He is severly traumatized and was driven to insanity. Did he hurt Shouto by kidnapping his friend during his summer camp? Yes. Did he risk his family’s life by sending Ending to his family home? Yes. But his mind is only filled with the obsession of ruining Endeavor. He is not thinking clearly. Mental illness gets romanticized to the point where any depiction of the darker sides of it gets judged, as if he decided to become Dabi out of sheer boredome instead of it being the result of an abused and traumatized child.

I understand if you care about Shouto and don’t want him to suffer more than he already has. But why are you so okay with an entire family continuing to suffer in silence? Why is it so okay for the family to consider improving their relationship with their abuser while Dabi continues to suffer in silence? Why is he not a worthy victim? Much like Toga has already pointed out in regards to Twice’s death, why are they not viewed as people worth saving in the eyes of heroes who claim that’s what they are all about?

And to those focusing on the effects this might have on Shouto and his career - you do realize he has been vocal about this himself, right? Sure, he hasn’t spoken out about this in as much detail as Touya, partially because he probably didn’t know much about what the family was like before he was born, but he never pretended to have a good relationship with his father. Shouto outright says he hates his father, even in front of other pro heroes, like during the remedial course. So if anything, ask yourself why this child can express his hatred for his own father and the reasons why, and yet no one really reacts to it? Just because Shouto didn’t broadcast it to the whole world, doesn’t mean he never came forward with the truth. The difference between him and Dabi is that he just states these things as facts without any further purpose, whereas Dabi tries to make people see how negative the existence of heroes can be.

Of course it’s likely that they would never have come forward with this to that same extent themselves and would have been okay with that, too. Again, even though Shouto openly states his situation, he doesn’t seek any specific reaction from people. But do you really think the people who have suffered with Touya are not going to show any kind of understanding for him? That they won’t recognize that they could have been him? That Touya needed help he never received and thus ended up like this? Do you really think the people who are already unsure whether or not to forgive Endeavor are not going to recognize that he drove his own child to insanity? That their situation is even worse than they thought?

People are so easy to claim it’s sad how Shouto is starting to care about Endeavor now and that Dabi is ruining that relationship. Shouto isn’t starting to consider warming up to Endeavor because he thinks Endeavor did nothing wrong. Instead, much like Touya, Shouto is a child who is seeking a relationship with his parent, despite the circumstances. But is that what Shouto really needs? To move on with Endeavor in order to have a picture-perfect family, even when that’s never going to be the case? You can side with the abuser, but Dabi is the tragic result of something that could have been prevented. Their family was never normal. It was always a project of Endeavor, so stop pretending like Dabi is the cause of the family’s problems or somehow responsible for the exposure. He is allowed to come forward, even if it also affects the rest of his family. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, or never cared. But his mind is clouded with the thirst for revenge to the point where he puts that in front of the well-being of his family. He can’t control that. People can’t just stop being mentally ill and that’s not going to change just because their mental state negatively affects those around them.

Unlike some other family members, he couldn’t even try to move on. His mind got lost in the darkness and this is his last cry for help. You might prefer for him to just stay dead and not make things worse for the family, but at the end of the day, Endeavor is the one who started all of this. And maybe, hopefully, the rest of the family can recognize that even though Touya didn’t actually die back then, Natsuo blaming Endeavor for Touya’s death is still correct because he did kill Touya, an innocent child, and turned it into someone whose only goal in life is to kill Endeavor.

Maybe they won’t be happy with the crimes Dabi has committed and the fact he exposed their family to the whole country. But I think they are going to recognize the tragedy behind this whole situation and possibly even learn that they, too, are allowed to speak up about this. Because the truth is freeing, even when it’s hard at first. 

[itstittycitybaby]

From the Ashes We are Born (Part 6)

A/N: I apologize that this is very late. I have been going through some things recently and haven’t had the energy to write or post anything. But, here we are.

Summary: You wake up late at night without your vigilante boyfriend by your side. Just where did he go?

Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

The spot on the bed next to you was empty. The sheet was crinkled and cool to the touch. Where was V? The night was still high; the moon peeked through the curtains. His blanket that he used was rumpled and carelessly thrown to the side. It was unlike V to be so careless and messy. A week had passed after the night you had kissed V. You smiled at the thought. Though, you felt a pang of loneliness that your masked vigilante had disappeared. Stretching over to the side of your bed you tugged on the lamp cord. The bulb flickered for a second before your side of the room became flooded with light. You squinted to adjust to the sudden change of light. The bedside tables were barren; V  would warn you ahead of time if he had to leave either writing a note or telling you himself. So, where did he go?

You stretched your body once you sat up. A sigh left your lips once your muscles became less tense. The room felt empty without the masked gentleman. His presence was charming and warm. Without it, everything felt ghostly. Slowly, you pulled your blanket off of you. Getting caught in the bed’s sheets would cause a disruption. Anxiety pooled in your belly as you shuffled to the bedroom door. V was a light sleeper, so surely there wasn’t an intruder? If there was, he would not leave you defenseless. Not that I can’t take of them myself, you thought smugly. Alerting your boyfriend was not the best idea, for god knows why V decided to leave you. He was watchful of his surroundings, but you didn’t want to get a knife lodged in your stomach, no thank you. With caution you slowly turned the knob and quietly opened the door. Leaving it ajar, you crept through the gallery using your hands as a guide. You laughed silently at the memory of V being so awkward about sharing a bed. “V?” “Yes?” You looked confused as you stood there, looking at him. “Aren’t you coming,” you asked, throwing your head in the direction of the room. “Ah, well you see, my incredible song bird, I didn’t want to make things difficult and awkward. I shall sleep on the sofa.” Your stare unnerved V as he stood there waiting for you to retire to the room. A laugh bubbled from your chest and before long it echoed throughout the gallery. V cocked his head as he stood there. Were you mocking him? “Sorry, sorry,” you huffed, “It’s just so cute. We’ve known each other for seven months now V. Come to bed.” V stood there, gaping underneath his mask. “A-alright,” he stammered. You tried not to laugh at how eager he seemed as he dashed towards the room.

It was silent in the Shadow Gallery. The mute thudding sound in your ears was the only thing you could hear. It was dark, incredibly dark. Your eyes squinted, trying to peer through the darkness. Guiding yourself with your hands you whispered, “V?” Silence. “Oh he is so sleeping on the couch tomorrow,” you scoffed after almost pissing yourself from barely crashing into a suit of armour. Creeping through the living room, that’s when you heard it. Crash! The blood in your veins felt cold as your stomach lept into your throat. You trembled from the adrenaline racing through your veins. Fight, run, or hide. Shit. Where the fuck is V! You jumped at another crash. It sounded like glass shattering onto the floor. “V,” you whisper shouted. Sending a quick prayer to whatever god that was listening, you quickened your pace. Further into the hall the light was on. Its rays were soft causing you to squint. That’s when you heard it: sobbing. “Oh hell no,” you whispered. “I am not getting fucked by a demon.” Something caught your eye to the left. You froze. It was one of those pokey fire things that V used for the fireplace. Your hands slowly grasped it and you held it tightly, just in case. The crying still continued as you creeped to the doorway. 

Your eyes widened as you realized: V, your V was crying. Rage bubbled up inside of you at the thought of someone hurting your V. Your feet padded to the room and you came to a halt at the sight that lay before you. The vanities your boyfriend took pride in were now shattered and destroyed. V’s figure was hunched over and cries escaped his lips. Glass was scattered across the floor, glistening in the light. You immediately regretted not wearing shoes. Next to him, discarded, was the guy fawkes mask that was thrown to the floor. You couldn’t see his face,but you knew he wouldn’t want you to. His back was turned to you, but you could him cradling his hands. “V,” you whispered softly, “V what happened.” The makeshift weapon you had brought with you clattered to the floor once you threw it. His hands immediately went to his mask on the floor as he fumbled to get it. Then, you saw how bloody V’s hands were; there were small cuts along the fingers and the back of his hands. Blood had started to travel down the side of his hands. V’s back tensed up once he heard his love in the room with him. This was not a sight you were supposed to see. “Leave it, please,” you said gently. “I won’t look I promise.” You felt your heart break at the sound of sniffles he tried so hard to cover.  V’s hand hovered over it, debating, but it fell by his side. Your heart soared; he trusted you. “You don’t have to say anything but I’m coming over to you alright?” Nothing. You were anxious as you cautiously made your way to your lover. Not only because of the glass and your bare feet, but because of what he might do. Would he strike in anger? Would V hurt you?

No. You reassured yourself. He trusts us and we need to trust him. V would never hurt us. You had made your way through the glass and gently grasped his shoulder. You cursed softly as glass nicked your foot. Shaking it off, you carefully trekked through the room. V’s shoulders dropped once he felt your hand squeeze his shoulder softly. “I’m gonna move towards you okay? I’ll keep my eyes closed. Feel free to hide your face with your hands if you want,” you said. V nodded in reply.  Finally a response. Your eyes fluttered shut. You were a bit nervous moving around in a dangerous area with them closed, but you didn’t want to destroy V’s trust. Holding onto his shoulders, you carefully bent down to swipe away at any shards at the floor. Your hand felt shaky on his broad shoulders as you made your way in front of him. You cheered silently once you safely made it. “Can I hug you V,” you asked as you kneeled in front of him. It was silent for a few moments before a croaked “yes” came out. Heart sinking, you carefully scooted towards him. You held your hands in front of him and felt relieved once you felt his thighs. V sounded so broken and lost. Your hands snaked up to his chest as you tried to reach his shoulders. He’s too damn tall. You huffed as you tried again. If V wasn’t so upset he would have laughed. Instead, he grasped his hand with yours and pulled you into his lap.

 A squeak of surprise came from your lips as V shuffled you comfortably. Thank god my eyes are still shut. You would not betray V and destroy the trust you so rightfully earned. A soft groan left your boyfriend’s lips as you accidentally squirmed in his lap. “S-sorry,” you exclaimed, embarrassed. It was almost as if God was giving you a test. You couldn’t get the thought of your legs straddling V’s thighs and his groin underneath your ass. Stop it! Now is NOT the time! Shaking yourself out of your thoughts you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and embraced him. Your arms held him tightly and you gave him a nice squeeze. V’s breath tickled your neck and his hands slowly snaked around your waist pulling you close. You would deal with his hands later, but right now he needed you.V tried not to think about how you must’ve felt when his hands touched you. Your skin was soft and smooth compared to his scarred and rough hands. You kept your word; you didn’t try and take a peek at his bare face. V was touched by the notion and how your comforting touches made him relax. “Breathe, just breathe,” you whispered as you helped him inhale and exhale. V’s heart swelled when you gently placed your head on his shoulder. He figured your eyes were open now that his face was hidden from your view. He couldn’t bring himself to care. V’s eyes blurred with tears and his face felt hot. How ugly he must’ve looked, he thought to himself. How disgusted you must be. “Hey, it’s okay to cry,” you cooed, trying to soothe V as he shook beneath you and a whimper escaped his throat. “There’s nothing wrong with crying. I am not going to judge you for it, V.” He struggled to swallow the lump in his throat as hushed tears trailed down his cheeks. He probably looked like a blubbery baby, but the mirrors were destroyed thanks to his fit of rage. 

A strangled cry left his throat before he could manage to suppress it. “Do you wanna talk about it?” V shook his head no. “Okay,” you whispered, “That’s okay, I won’t force you. I’m right here and everything is gonna be okay.” V squeezed you tighter and held you closer to him. His chest was pressed up against yours and his hair tickled your skin. Who had hurt V to make him like this? What hurt V to cause him to destroy his vanities and tear the room apart? He was normally so calm and controlled, but now he was so broken. “V?” A shuddering breath left him as he tried to form words. “Take your time honey, there’s no rush,” you said, kissing his shoulder. 

“Hm,” V croaked after he regained his breath. “Can I kiss you? It can be with your mask on if you’d like. If you don’t want to that’s fine.” He nodded. You smiled,” Do you wanna put on your mask or?” V shook his head. “Alright, I’ll close my eyes.” You shifted around on his lap, unwrapping your arms. Closing your eyes, you grasped his shoulder. V’s hands grabbed your waist to keep you steady. Heart pounding, you slowly put your lips to his. You missed them. V lightly nibbled your lips, causing you to sigh. His tongue softly parted your lips and caressed yours. Your noses brushed up a bit and he tensed. You pulled away quickly after the mistake you made. V’s nose was rough and you could tell it was scarred like his hands. Your eyes were still closed and you tried to move away but accidentally bumped his cheek. V inhaled sharply. You flinched; preparing yourself  to be thrown off of V’s lap and be screamed at but it was eerily silent. “Sorry, I-I-” “It’s alright, my beautiful dove,” V’s voice rumbled. The aura surrounding him seemed insecure and scared. Your fearless V who looked death in the eyes they were friends was scared. “You know, I’m not grossed out with your skin. It’s the exact opposite. I think you’re beautiful, V.” He stared at your closed eyes and swept his fingers across your waist. You shivered at the touch. You perked up at the sound of the rustling of his mask. V’s hands left your waist as he slipped his mask back on.“You can open your eyes again, if you’d like.” The sight of V welcomed you as your eyes opened again. It was a bit unnerving seeing the smiling mask staring at you, when V was far from being joyful. At least he felt a bit better, though. Giving him a peck on the cheek you slid off of him. You tippy toed around the glass as you stood.. “You should’ve told me you were barefoot,” V said once he stood. “I don’t mind, but I need to get your hands cleaned.” “I won’t allow it, I can tend to them myself.” You gave V a look. “Go in the kitchen and wait for me so I can clean your cuts V,” you said sternly. He sighed and nodded as he left the room. You tried not to laugh at the way he reminded you of a scolded child. “Well, this is gonna be one hell of a mess to clean up.”

The kitchen light illuminated your masked boyfriend sitting at the kitchen table. The lights were dimmed making V look so soft and vulnerable. The first aid kit sat patiently on the table waiting for you. Before you tended V’s hands you made sure to put raspberry tea brewing on the stove. You didn’t really like hot tea, but it was V’s favourite. “Helps soothe the soul,” he had told you one lonely night. You set the kettle on the stove top and sat in the chair in front of him. “Would you like me to wear gloves for this,” you asked. V still wasn’t comfortable with the fact of you seeing, let alone touching his skin. Slow progress was being made, though. Slow and nervous touches at night without his gloves. “It’s alright, you don’t have to,” he replied softly. A smile crossed your lips, “Thank you for trusting me, hun. I really appreciate it.” Gently, your fingers wrapped around his wrist. Your fingers stroked his wrists as you dabbed a cotton ball into some rubbing alcohol. “This’ll sting good,” you warned, trying to prepare him.  V let out a soft hiss as you gently swiped the cotton onto his wounds. “Sorry,” you murmured. It was silent in the kitchen as you worked but you didn’t mind. Once that hand was finished you grabbed the bandage and wrapped it around his fingers and hand. “Should I be disheartened at your skill of tending wounds,” V asked as you secured the bandage. He was a bit surprised. Granted, anyone could swab alcohol onto a wound, but bandaging one was tricky for most people. But you weren’t most people, V told himself. You chuckled. “My dad was bat shit crazy. I’d have to clean and wrap myself sometimes and the children in the church. He and the congregation were recognized by Sutler. If you make a mistake….,” you trailed off. 

 V knew all too well of what happened. His skin was a prime example of what Sutler was capable of. Something V had to be reminded of for the rest of his life every time his reflection stared back at him. “I’m very sorry,” he said after a while. You sighed, carefully lifting his wrapped hands to your lips. “It’s okay, he can’t hurt me anymore.” Gently, you kissed each of his fingers and knuckles. You carefully turned them over and kissed the inside of V’s palms too. “I had a nightmare,” V said a bit breathlessly. God, you would be the death of him. No words were said, you just held his hands  for some sort of support. “They had taken you. I thought I was alone again.” You didn’t have to ask who they was;you already knew. “You aren’t alone, V. You don’t have to hide from me. If there’s something upsetting you I would like to know. You don’t have to tell me what it is, just please let me help you. You are not alone anymore.”“I know. It’s difficult for me to believe this is real, that you’re real. I’m afraid that..” You let go of his hands and towered over him, giving him a tight hug. V sunk into your embrace, his arms resting across your back. You kissed the top of his head before pulling away. “I promise that I’m here V. This isn’t a dream. I’m real, I swear.” “Thank you,” V said softly. “Of course. Go in the living room and put on a movie. I’ll bring you a cup of tea and we’ll watch it together.” V nodded before leaving the kitchen. Sighing, you grabbed two mugs and prepared them. You grabbed one sugar for V and three for you. Carefully, you wrapped your fingers around both mugs and hurried to the living room.

 You smiled at the T.V. screen. Count of Monte Christo, how surprising V.  Setting the mugs on the coffee table, you hopped onto the couch. A giggle left your mouth once you noticed V was already glued to the screen. “What,” he asked, turning to you. “Nothing love,” you chuckled. You took a sip of your tea. V’s mug was still left untouched, which wasn’t unexpected. He’ll probably drink it in the morning.  Out of the corner of your eyes you could see V glancing at you. His mask would continue to watch the screen, but you could feel his eyes watching you. Sighing, you reached forward and set down your mug your onto the coffee table. “C’mere.” Almost instantly, V softly placed his head onto your lap, facing the T.V. once more.  A smile graced your lips as you rubbed his back soothingly. How funny this must have looked; London’s most wanted criminal being taken care of by his girlfriend. You almost laughed at the thought. How scary they thought V was when really he was just a big old bear. Your heart swelled as V quoted the movie and intently focused on it. What a nerd. Eventually, the soft breathing from V caught your attention. “V?” A snore escaped from the mask. You snorted. Carefully peeling your boyfriend off you, you made your way to the kitchen. V’s soft snores filled the room. You snorted, usually he would wake up instantly without your presence next to him. Grabbing the broom and dustpan you hurried to the mess that waited for you.

V was still sleeping as you made your way to the living room. His body looked more relieved. Finally, he could get some rest. “V,” you said gently, shaking him awake. “V.” His voice sounded sleepy as he mumbled a “yes?” V noticed the telly was off and both mugs had left the table. He was a bit disheartened at the idea of time passing as he slept. “Let’s go to bed, yea?” V nodded as he got up. He wrapped his bandaged hand around yours. You shot him a smile as you led him to the bedroom. Dawn was just arising and the both of you needed some rest. V was exhausted and almost crashed as soon as the bed enveloped him. The both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms as the sun kissed London awake.

[loud-fandom-thoughts]

I know that Draco’s hatred for Harry is based on jealously and because Harry refused his friendship, but I’ve been thinking that based on certain parts in canon Draco does have a valid reason to hate Harry.

(Please note that this is based on Draco’s POV and can, at times, be biased. The point is that from Draco’s perspective, and from a canon view, Draco did have a valid reason to hate Harry other than “he rEfuSed mY friEndShIp” and “stupid Potter, thinks he’s so great”.

Some of this extend to Hogwarts on a whole (other than Slytherin House), not just Harry.)

Harry was rude to Draco first, because based on Draco’s drawl tone, Harry was reminded of Dudley. While Draco does turn out to be a bully in the end, it really wasn’t fair for Harry to judge based on tone and a kid who may have just being trying to impress a potential friend. Draco could maybe pick up on Harry’s disdain and few word responses.

Harry refuses Draco’s hand a friendship because he insulted Ron’s and his family. Fair enough. But then he continues to befriend Ron, despite him first being the one to insult Draco and his family (sniggering at his name). Yeah, you could argue that it doesn’t compare to be made fun of for being poor, but Draco only insulted Ron and his family because Ron insulted him first. Harry, who hates bullying, is still friends with Ron who has a lot of nasty things to say about Draco’s family.

Speaking of which - Hagrid who tells a 11 year old that any 11 year old that gets into Slytherin is likely to become evil. Yet Harry still befriends him.

Draco calling Hermione a Mudblood is, rightfully, seen as bad, but not Hermione accusing Draco of only getting into Quidditch because his father brought his way in? Like the insult with Ron, Draco said it because someone else (in this case Hermione) was rude first. Just because what Draco said was worse doesn’t give Ron and Hermione a pass. Is bullying only wrong to Harry when Draco and the Slytherins do it?

Draco is supposed to be the one in the wrong for having a go at Hagrid for the biting books, but not Hagrid for potentially injuring students because he thought the books were “witty”. Should Draco have said it nicer? As much as I like Hagrid, in honesty, Draco had a right to be harsh. But it’s wrong, because Draco says it. The book goes out of its way to make sure you know what a shitty person Draco is and how mean he was to Hagrid.

Draco is tortured by being turned into a ferret by a “teacher” and bounced up and down, hitting the ground and squealing in pain and terror (do you know how delicate ferrets are?). Despite McGonagall being right there and telling “Moody” you can’t do that do a student, she does  fuck all to help a student being tortured. The scene is meant to be hilarious and Draco getting what he deserved, when in reality Draco had ever right to tell his father and Lucius has ever right to sue the school. It be wrong if it happened to another student, but it’s OK because it’s Draco and a Slytherin.

Speaking of McGonagall, didn’t she send the entire Slytherin (minus Draco) House to the dungeons because of one person (Pansy) trying to sell out Harry? I know this scene was removed from the movie, but is it a book scene?

Again, on the subject of McGonagall, she punishes Draco for trying to warn her about the trio sneaking in a dragon, but she doesn’t believe him or think he was told an exaggerated story. Whatever reason Draco is out of bed, he’s out of bed and should not be. Therefore he needs to punished. WTF? What if Draco had a valid reason to be out of bed?

The Sectumsempra scene. Harry, unintentionally, nearly murders a student and his only punishment is... missing Quidditch? That scene had the potential to be written as so much more meaningful. Harry’s first sight of Draco crying and being vulnerable. Harry’s horror of almost killing a student (instead of being more concerned Snape was going to take his Potions book away) when he’d never do such a thing otherwise. Draco’s horror at almost being killed and trying to cast a Cruciatus curse (is that the one?) on a student when he only did so because he was in an emotional state. And what about Snape? He comes in to see his best student lying in a pool of his own blood, knows Harry did it and either doesn’t see this as the best opportunity to expel Harry or least punish him harshly? Are we supposed to not give a shit because the victim was Draco? Or because Draco tried to use one of three illegal curses that he only used because he was, again, emotionally distraught?

This is all I can think of. If you have any to add feel free to do so.

This isn’t meant to be seen as "Draco is the real victim and Harry was in the wrong or Hogwarts, minus Slytherin are the real evil ones”. I just think that Rowling had the means to make Draco’s hatred for Harry/Gryffindor/Dumbledore/Other teachers minus Snape into a deeper part of his character (based on what I’ve seen from canon), but choose to brush it aside as Draco just being petty and jealous. Also, just because someone is jealous does not mean their feelings are invalid or petty.

It makes more sense for Draco to hate Harry, because Harry is a biased hypocrite.

“You only hate me, Malfoy, because I refused your friendship and hand and you’re just a jealous git.”

“No, Potter, I hate you because you’re a bloody hypocrite.”

[piracytheorist]

I watched and react to Lindsay Ellis' 100 minute long "apology" video so you don't have to

First of all, the word apology is in quotes because she herself on that video mocks the whole concept of an apology video, which is fair cause truly that whole concept is fucked up, but I didn't want to call it excusing either because that's not what she does either... for some parts. Long post ahead.

So into the video, homegirl starts by saying she was recently in a restaurant. Recently. Restaurant. I'm not gonna make a deep research to find out where she lives, she mentions she's from Tennessee but idk if that's where she lives now, so unless she's somewhere in like Australia or New Zealand or any other place with significantly low numbers of covid cases... what is she doing, not only going into a restaurant during a fucking pandemic, but also telling it to her entire 1 million subscribers specifically and the whole world in general? I think it shouldn't be said it's irresponsible as it is, it's also a bit insensitive considering so many of us don't get to have that kind of luxury as it is now, either as customers that don't get to enjoy an evening/night out or as restaurant owners that watch their businesses collapse. Small thing to complain, but still.

That said, personal note, because I know some of my followers live down there in Australia or New Zealand; I'm happy for you, but I'm also jealous, and in a weird way right now being in a country with few covid cases is kind of a privilege. So enjoy that for yourselves.

Ok, second, introducing the concept of cancel culture, she goes on to talk about some cases where two white people made some well-intended but overall insensitive jokes and she talked about how their behaviour was, particularly, white privilege. Ignoring the fact that she's showing her own privilege by saying that she went at a restaurant during a pandemic, she says it all in the whole meaning of how cancel culture focuses on targeting, bullying and verbally lynching a person who acted on their privilege instead of looking out to tell them "Yo what you did was shitty but look out to do better" and how that either originates or is strengthened by nazis who pretend to be cool progressive lesbians of colour on twitter (that latter part is my own description, but similar to what Lindsay said). And the whole point about cancel culture is valid - she the use of the ol' "Listen to voices of POC" and that it is not valid because behind those "Queer progressive POC" accounts hide nazis... but she ignores the fact that another way to see that is "Are you white? Have you considered shutting the fuck up?"

And I say that as a white woman myself. I am very well aware that there are topics I cannot touch upon. Like, I have my thoughts, ok? About all races, religions (at least the major ones), sexualities, gender expressions. I can't help the thoughts... but I try my best to control my actions. There are times that I think something and I go like "Wow, can you realize how much the internet would drag you if you said that on a post?" so I shut the fuck up because a) I recognize my privilege and b) I'm mostly uneducated on most things I may have problematic thoughts on. Lindsay... idk exactly how educated she is, I know she has degrees, but in this case that doesn't seem to matter because she doesn't seem to have the concept of Shutting the Fuck Up White Person. That's what the "Listen to voices of POC" started for. Because historically POC have been the ones to be silenced and ignored by white people. So it doesn't matter if you're a woman, if you're bisexual, if you're educated, whatever whatever. If it's not your area, learn to shut the fuck up. And it's there that the problem begins, that Lindsay doesn't seem to get that idea.

Later on she says that a person on twitter compiled a thread of Lindsay's "sins" aka screenshots of problematic (or not) tweets, and though she (tbh rightfully so) considers making that compilation weird and creepy, she goes on to address every tweet on that thread.

I'm not gonna go down all of them cause from my judgement, some were legitimately very far-fetched to make her look problematic. And look, I don't think she's problematic. It's just that she has a lot to say and sometimes it feels like she has a need to say it all.

At the beginning, she mentions that twitter is garbage. Which, agreed, I've hateposted about that hellsite tons of times. But she's been knew it was. She had people bully her about her tweets before, and she kept at it, white person speaking, and like at some point you're like... is it fucking worth it? You know twitter is garbage. Is the clout you'll make on it worth it? You know people will judge you. You know they will take your sayings out of context. You know there are people obsessively following your page just to spot the tiniest piece of stuff you didn't think three hours on before posting so that they can crucify you over it. You been knew, we been knew. So I'm asking again, is it fucking worth it?

She even said it wasn't the first time she was cancelled, it's just that this last time has been the biggest one (... yet). So... why are people fucking obsessed with that fucking site? I'm a former bully victim, I detest and oppose bullying of any kind, but after a point, when you see a minefield, you gotta know that if you go skipping around without a second thought... ya gonna get hit. I may understand some people staying on twitter out of spite and/or in the hopes of "fixing" it... but again that's kinda hopeless and we all know that. There’s a saying in Greek that translates to “No matter how sugar you pour on it, shit won’t turn into lokum.” And that’s exactly what twitter is. Shit that people try to make functioning. It won’t.

I know the Shut The Fuck Up may be a bit excessive but... we all have opinions, yeah? It's a bit frustrating too considering she makes long videos that clearly have a lot of thought put into them, and then she goes on twitter and posts whatever the fuck comes up in her mind like... you should know better. In a way, Shutting The Fuck Up is also a way to avoid being seen as a bigot when you're not. Let oppressed groups do the talking for you, 'kay?

On another "receipt" she admits she was wrong, quote: "It was insensitive and careless. I definitely should not have said that." At the same time she says that she was influenced by her environment, and she also doesn't actually apologize. In a way she's sincere because a good sociopath would have searched and found that a good apology includes the words "I'm sorry" or some variation, and not trying to explain yourself by the circumstances surrounding you. So, it's sincere, but it feels a bit void. No-one cares what brought you to do this, we only care to see if you’ve changed from that.

I'm also putting the word receipt in quotes because I just think the whole concept of "receipts" is fucking weird, and as I said, some of them are completely pointless and taken out of context to make Lindsay look like the next Hitler. But I don't have another word for it so I'll go with that.

The next "receipt" is about her tweeting about the film The Prince of Egypt and mentioning the scene of killing the Egyptian first-borns, and being accused for anti-semitism because of it. First of all, your problem there ain't the film, it's the Bible, a work that was created by people who thought that a woman is a man's property, and then later on translated and modified by people with similar or worse problematic ideologies. The Prince of Egypt is a film that is inspired by the book of Exodus but at the same time... it doesn't fully excuse the plagues. They're portrayed as a necessarily evil, but whether that bothers you or not depends on whatever your relationship is to God and the fact that he allows covid to be a thing right now. But on the video, Lindsay talks about the portrayal of the plagues and how they're excused so that the Jewish people can be free.

But... it feels a bit... maybe she hasn't watched the full film in some time, and considering she doesn't really like it, I understand why she's making the mistakes on thinking it does. Yes, the film shows the plagues as a necessary evil. But the whole song The Plagues is about Moses being torn in two about the whole thing. "And even now I wish that God had chose another. Serving as your foe on his behalf is the last thing that I wanted." When he warns Rameses about the last plague, the "camera" shows the depiction of the previous massacre of the Jewish children... and Rameses' son is at the bottom of the children being dropped in the water.

It not only foreshadows the boy's death, it also compares the two massacres. It's like "Your father did that to the Jewish people, so the God of the Jewish people will do the same to your people." The scene where the Egyptian first-borns are being killed is haunting. It's dark, without music, eerie... you're not supposed to be happy about it. So I don't see how all that's excusing. In a way, to a people that at the time was enslaved and even now still faces discrimination, it could feel like vengeance. There's a big talk about morals that can be done there but again; WE'RE WHITE. We should consider shutting the fuck up. At least on our own, if talked about with someone who’s part of Jewish culture, that’s another thing.

Lindsay also says that in the film it looks weird that from the moment we see Rameses lamenting the loss of his son, the film cuts to the Jewish people singing about Miracles. And like... again I guess she hasn't seen the movie in some time, cause that's plain out wrong. At the time Moses sees that the son is dead, he already looks depressed. When he hears the cries of the people crying for their children, he breaks down and cries too. When the Jewish people walk out and sing for not being slaves anymore, that's when he starts smiling a little, and more when they're finally out of Rameses' kingdom. And again, it's about the liberation of an enslaved people whose culture we're not presently a part of. Like, the death of the Egyptian children was a bad thing - in retaliation of the same thing happening to the Jewish babies - but whether it’s being excused or not has context behind it.

I'm also talking a lot about it because she mentions she likes the film Noah from 2014, and she shows a small clip from the flood scene where the people on the Ark are depressed (that's not the right word but I can't find it right now) because they witness the deaths of the people who weren't on. I haven't seen the film, so I don't know how much that impacts the survivors later, but she's completely ignoring the fact that The Prince of Egypt also frames the death of the first-borns as tragic and that also Moses breaks down over it.

On my own opinion; I'm agnostic and anarchist af so while I also disagree with the depictions and the actions that God took to free the Jewish people... it's a fucking fantastic film. Animation, voice acting, music, directing... But at the same time, I've watched a bit of her videos and I may be a bit sarcastic here but I don't trust the taste of anyone who watches Treasure Planet and only refers to it as "Disney's space pirate flop" instead of the underrated masterpiece that it is. But I'm also mentioning it not-so-sarcastically, because underappreciated as it is (because Disney deliberately made it flop by the way), Treasure Planet has not had a widely massive impact. Speaking as someone who adores Treasure Planet, it has had a huge impact... to those few who've watched it. So while I meh'ed at her calling Treasure Planet what she did, it was just that; a meh.

But The Prince of Egypt? It has had an impact on ME, an agnostic anarchist. I cannot even begin to imagine what impact it has had on the millions of Jewish people worldwide. So when someone who has studied Media (or whatever, I'm not gonna search through the "Lindsay Ellis is cancelled" results on gοοgle just to see what she has studied), and decides to make a... while a bit understandable, not so well-studied critique on a film with that kind of impact... Have you considered Shutting the Fuck Up? She says that on twitter, she got responses on said tweet where people talked about how important that film is to them. Is that what she needed, to learn about this film's impact? For her to not know that... it's a bit hard to accidentally be that blind about that aspect, especially with her studies.

It's once again difficult territory to wade through - and she deliberately placed herself in it. And as I said, her problem is with the Bible. Not with the film.

So... yeah. I don't think it was anti-semitism on her part, but definitely not a good, well-thought move to make.

Next is her talking about the time she wore a niqab in a non offensive (I guess) way on an old video. She mentions she addressed it on a stream where they laughed about how... cringe-y of the time the whole concept of the video was. And again, the "Not thinking before acting" as well as White Privilege comes out, both in the video and in the way she presents the circumstances behind it. What inspired her to do it doesn't fucking matter. What matters is that she didn't think. Though she says she regrets it, she seems she only does so because she got responses from Muslim followers that told her "Please don't do that." Again, the fact that she needed someone else to say it... that's uninformed. And honestly, when you have such a following, you have a responsibility to know better. Money from patreon and youtube ads carry that. She does say she regrets it though.

Next, is her being called out for her "Dear Stephenie Meyer" video. In it basically she talks about how a lot of the earlier hate for Twilight was because of the fact that society hates teen girls and hates what they like and consider it inferior, and since a lot of teen girls like Twilight, the society had to hate Twilight. At the end of the video, she even said "I'm sorry" towards Meyer. That's a very quick summary and she had some good points, but this is Stephenie Meyer we’re talking about.

Oof. There's a LOT to unpack here.

For those of you who don't know, Twilight as a whole franchise has a ton of issues with racism, particularly against indigenous people and the very real, existing Quileute tribe. Lindsay says that at the time she made that video (2018), the backlash on Meyer was not so much about said racism. And boy, that's plain out wrong. She just didn't do enough research for it. And again, it's not deliberate. I'm not accusing Lindsay of racism. But Twilight was problematic (and even I as a semi-follower of the Twilight Rennaisance, as well as most of the fellow fans I've seen, admit that openly and we hate Meyer for it), and as I had watched that video, I know she did research on it. I find it outright impossible that a search for "Twilight criticism" wouldn't turn up some mentions about the Quileute racism, especially in 2018 with the fandom’s resurgence. There's an entire page from the Burke Museum in Seattle talking about the misconceptions of the tribe in the books and how little benefit the tribe has seen from having their culture appropriated by a white woman. Saying that it wasn't a common criticism is either a poorly put lie or an open confession that she didn't search much. Maybe she only searched about Stephenie Meyer and misogyny. I don't know.

Look, it is true that at the time of late 2000′s, the criticism was what Lindsay said; all about hating teen girls. I'm sure that there was criticism on the racism, but it was either less promoted or was trumped by the former type. But ignoring it completely, when at the time she made that video the criticism on racism was already getting more and more recognition... just why, Lindsay?

So again, I don't think it's deliberate. But it's poor pre-thought, poor work on it, and again when you have such a big following (and while Lindsay keeps saying how she's not that much famous on youtube, when you have a million subscribers and ten thousand patrons... ya ain't unheard of either) you have a responsibility to know better and research better before you do anything on it. Youtube is Lindsay's job, and she doesn't do a very good job at it when it comes to recognizing her white privilege and working beyond it.

Then she says that she talked with some indigenous (she doesn't mention they're Quileute btw) people about it; some said they hated the depiction, some said they liked that they were represented. Although why you would like to be represented by Jacob in Eclipse and Breaking Dawn, I have no fucking clue. In any case, it feels like because there were indigenous (no mention of Quileute talking with her, again) people who were okay with the inclusion, she felt that it was okay to make the whole Meyer apologia video without a single mention to the racism fact.

She also showed a video of a Quileute woman talking about how after Twilight, they were able to get back land that was taken from them. Given back by Obama, by the way. And... including this clip feels like... an excuse. Saying that Twilight, despite being racist, was somehow okay because it brought attention to the real Quileute tribe, and I hope y'all see why that is messed up. Meyer could have handled the issue better, and included the characters with much more respect and given them credit and some idk money from the millions she made appropriating their culture (though Lindsay mentions that last thing), but Lindsay thought that apologizing to Meyer anyway for being against her due to internalized misogyny in the late 2000's was the right move. It is true that at the late 2000's little of the known criticism was about the racism, but it's still a big fucking problem and purposefully ignoring that to apologize to Meyer... not a good look.

Again, blind due to white privilege, and acting without trying to see the whole picture. She says that Meyer, a white, rich, Mormon woman does not deserve the harassment she got, and again I'm against bullying but like... Meyer fucking sucks, and we ought to at least recognize that. She's not the one who deserves an apology - the Twilight fans *cough*me!me!me!*cough* who just wanted to enjoy the books and films (horrible as they were) in peace are.

By the way, the Quileute tribe has a fundraiser so that they can move their land to a higher ground where they won't be affected by tsunamis (and to her credit, Lindsay mentioned it and shared the link, but she said that another youtuber brought that to her attention, and again, where's the fucking research, Lindsay, pretty much every Twilight Renaissance post I've seen about the anti-indigenous attitude mentions that fundraiser and you're telling me it didn't come up in your searches) so if you can donate you definitely should: mthg.org

I mention around how Lindsay doesn't say "I'm sorry", and while as most people, I'd rather have no apology that a performative apology, it feels a little icky, that while she recognizes some of her screw-ups... I'm not sure if she recognizes that said screw-ups that-veer-towards-but-are-not-exactly-or-intentionally racism, ableism, anti-semitism, and transphobia... that shit is the shit twitter nazis thrive off of - and not to cancel people, but to build their own bigotry and take the attention away from actual hate crimes happening. And as a youtuber with a million subscribers and ten thousand patreon supporters, again, she should recognize her privileges a little more. Am I blaming her for nazis using her poorly thought tweets? Should she be super duper careful and spend a lot of time on her tweets to make sure nothing remotely problematic is on them?

... I mean, why the fuck do y’all think I hate twitter?

Next, she mentions being called out for "saying" that "trans-men are less oppressed than cis women" which she says is not what she said, but instead that "she's spoken to trans men who told her that they experience less misogyny after coming out". She even openly mentions it as "anecdotal" in her original tweet. And while I get that, my question is.... what's your fucking business about it? You're cis, shut the fuck up, let trans people talk about it.

Like, fuck. We haven't reached a time where acceptance of LGBTQ+ people, especially trans people, is at such a high that cis people by themselves can openly discuss about the experiences of trans people. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Just show your support for trans people, let them do the talk about their lives and experiences, and share their content if you want your followers to know about trans experiences. If trans men experience less misogyny after coming out (and like, I understand why that would happen in some cases), that's not your area to gather twitter clout from. Think before you tweet.

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TW: suicide mention, skip to after the ~ symbols if you want to avoid.

Next one is not problematic, it's just proof that Lindsay has no filter on twitter... which is probably the core of all the issues on this post. So condensing the whole thing; a Zack Snyder fan said "I don't like when people say that Zack Snyder hates his mother". A film critic was discussing with Lindsay about Snyder fans, and Lindsay, having never seen any Snyder fan actually say what the fan above said, responded in an obviously sarcastic way "I have it on good authority that Zack Snyder hates his mother." The next day, Zack Snyder's daughter killed herself, and twitter flooded to hate on Lindsay. Of course by the video, Lindsay seems to be upset by the whole thing and how bad the timing was for the post she made - and it is irrational to blame her on that. But! Zack Snyder's mother died in 2010, btw, from what I saw, and like... I think that some discussions around celebrities should be kept private, and this specific conversation between Lindsay and the film critic should have been private. Again, not problematic, but seems to show how Lindsay doesn't think before tweeting.

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Next, she admits she was wrong about defending yellowface on the film Cloud Atlas and saying that it wasn't as bad as blackface. "My bad", no "I'm sorry". Again I don't know if an apology is what I "wanted", after all I'm also a privileged white woman, but idk some recognition that stuff like what she said are what twitter nazis thrive off of would have been nice. Because again, the good intention is there, especially by acknowledging how bad blackface is.

Anyway, some final thoughts, no I don't think she's problematic, or racist, or transphobic, or anything the twitter nazis like to label her as. I just think she's bad at tweeting (like many many people including yours truly, twitter sucks we've established that), and that as a youtuber with such an audience, she should understand her privileges a little more. Though she said she’ll step off from twitter and only use it to promote her books and other creators, so she did learn something from that.

As I said, we all have problematic thoughts. We all think of stuff that, if given a bit more thought, we’ll go like “why the fuck am I like this”. Our actions, on the other hand, is something fully on our control. And twitter thrives on people not putting too much thought on their actions, and letting their quick thoughts control them.

In conclusion, know your privilege, fuck twitter, and STAY THE FUCK AT HOME (except for you, Aussies and Kiwis, go all out - literally)

[agoddamn]

I think TCW suffers from a chronic problem of not understanding war well enough to write it. It's also possible that they just weren't allowed to write more complex battlefields for Children's Television Show reasons, but it ends up being different equations that result in the same product. It makes it hard to take anything in it as seriously as the fandom seems to take it.

"The Jedi are terrible tacticians!" No, the writers are terrible tacticians. The Jedi are so obviously Protagonist Generals that you're expected to judge as at least decent because everyone in-universe judges them as decent, even though they seem to have no idea what cover or mines or literally anything but standing upright in an open field and shooting are. You see them in every damn cartoon with a war in it. Nobody even blinks about the clones who went down with Obi-Wan's ship, and it's not because the Jedi don't care about the clones; it's because the writers don't.

You can also identify this phenomenon when double standards start getting visible; Krell is (rightfully) dragged over the coals for his high unit fatality count, but Anakin's had at least four occurrences of returning with only one survivor and if he ever gets called to task for that, it sure hasn't happened yet. The writers just know that only having one survivor is both narratively convenient and practical (only one dude to bother naming/designing/characterizing) as well as dramatic, and they don't...bother to do the math of how bad it looks in an objective sense to constantly be seeing how often Anakin experiences TPKs.

LMAO what a fucking punk Grievous is; the magnaguards stand back while Grievous has the advantage but step in and electrocute Koth as SOON as Grievous starts to lose. What a little bitch

Grievous looks naked without a cape, but I guess I've mocked TCW's antipathy for cloth already

Obi-Wan is really good at Professional Lastnaming of Anakin. Anakin is good at it too

Wew, wielding both a lightstaff AND a saber at once, good job overachiever Obi-Wan

Hilariously obvious that Grievous has no strategy past "helicopter roleplay"

It's NOT Cody who indulges in the madness of using a grappling hook on Grievous! It's...someone without a visor but with a yellow stripe. Look, I have yet to find a helmet identification resource. At least this madlad seems to survive

I'm v curious about the distinction of clones in greys vs clones in armor. I don't think I've seen Cody out of armor once; he's always kitted out like he's about to go into the field

Once more, medical droid but no live medic

I was vaguely under the impression that TCW was supposed to patch up holes in the narrative but Grievous has a huge personal hateboner for Obi-Wan already? With no explanation?

Oh HELLO, who is this blond dude with actual hair? He's with Obi-Wan and Cody, which doesn't necessarily mean he's command but he might be. Crys, going back and double-checking?

Oh hey, finally Kix. He's also...quite mild, compared to his fanon portrayal? Maybe he grows a temper as time goes on, but here he's almost delicate in telling Rex he has authority

Cut looks visibly older than Rex. Also, yeesh, Jango was really rocking them male pattern baldness genes, huh

I like the snideness of this exchange; Rex demands Cut ID himself by serial number, Cut declines altogether and answers with his name instead, and asks Rex his number back, to which Rex also instead replies to with his name and is annoyed that Cut seems to have assumed he didn't have enough brain to name himself

Rex puts Jesse in command after himself, so he's likely higher-ranked than Kix and Hardcase

Rex, Crys, and Cut all have dark eyebrows in spite of their diverging hair colors

So this is interesting? Rex says that he's never really thought about his name and vaguely conjectures that it's more efficient for leadership to use names. Cut snipes back "I doubt the Kaminoans think that way"...which means the situation was ambiguous enough for him to say "I doubt" instead of "are you fucking hallucinating". Meaning, clones have used names for a long time, and even if using names wasn't explicitly approved of, it wasn't "you use a name and you get decommissioned". Cut is being mildly condescending, but he's not treating Rex like he's totally broken from reality

Cut leaning over Rex and declaring they're the closest that two beings can be is...a little homoerotic for dinner with the kids, fellas

I mean, Cut is right in the most meta ways possible (we literally know that the clones were programmed to be tools), but he's also quite dismissive of the idea that Rex could have faith in an idea that Cut doesn't. While I do think Rex is a bit naive, Cut outright dismissing the idea that he could be making his own decisions also doesn't help lol his "well, to each his own" at the end of the lecture feels quite false

Cut is wearing a wraparound tunic, like Luke & company. Nice standardizing of "wraparound tunics are just totally standard and not Jedi gear" wwwww. The prequels created this awkward situation where all Jedi dressed like old Ben in spite of the fact that Ben was dressed the same as the Lars family

On the subject of "what is ammo in this universe": a guy says that the cannons are overheated. At least a degree of Mass Effect-style heat sinks? I'm almost certain that ammo is mentioned at some other point, but the specific note of overheating is interesting

[eccl3ctic0n3]

This Is My Personal Testimony of How God Found Me When I Was Lost.

I Am A Witness and My Testimony is of Jesus Christ the living Word of God

What you FEEL and what you THINK are valid and extremely powerful as these are the things you BELIEVE to be TRUTH thus this is your REALITY!

This is your belief system. Unless you suffer from mental illness therapy and counseling can be very helpful. Just talking about it and getting it off your chest is therapeutic in itself. No matter if it is a friend or a therapists getting things out instead of bottling them up and holding them in is great relief.

I was diagnosed bipolar type I when I was 23 years old. I am 41 now and it has only been in the last 5 years that I have been able to overcome, heal, grow, and experience breakthrough.

Traumatic experiences such as verbal, mental, emotional, physical, or sexual abuse to losing a loved one or friend has a lifelong affect. Therapy and medicine are just tools to help you and give you the skills, knowledge, and some understanding, so you can cope and learn how to manage with the pain and symptoms that remain.

I don't know who needs to hear this but I am telling you from 18 years of personal experience. Actually, 41 years as its only been 18 since I began treatment. Where doctors and medicine failed me for 13 years God did not fail me. I got lab ratted on all that time with powerful psychiatric medications. I spiraled out of control and my behavior landed me in the psychiatric ward of prison in the infirmary. 10 weeks I was locked in solitary confinement on 24 hour lock. I was deemed incompetent and unfit to stand trial. I was looking at two F1 Felonies with sentences from 5-99 years each. For 10 weeks I literally lost my mind and was experiencing full blown psychosis. It was in an instant that God found me and restored me to sanity. I did not find God. He found me.

I was lost and could not tell the difference between my dreams and reality. I slept in 15 minute intervals. In one dream I dreamt that I murdered my two children. I bashed my daughters head into the wall. My reality was this place I was in where no other person is visible was like a purgatory and I was awaiting my judgment to be thrown into hell.

I was on my knees in my boxers bleeding from my head and knuckles. I was head butting and punching the walls. As I was on my knees I was singing, ''My Girl, My Girl, Talkin Bout, My Girl." I was only thinking of my daughter and that I was never going to see her again.

The guy in a cell next to me screamed, " Shut the fuck up!" I just screamed back and told him to come on over and shut me up. What was he going to do we are in solitary confinement. 😅

I lost track of time and I was still singing and I began to cry out to God. Literally bawling and begging I screamed for God to help me. Don't you know the guy who cursed me came to my door and asked me to call his momma for him to bail him out. I laughed and said ain't you the same mother fucker who told me to shut up? Before he answered I just said whatever! Just write the number on a piece of paper and slide it under my door and I will get to it.

Mind you that for those 10 weeks I could not even read or use the telephone because I just didn't know how. The hands on the clock just spun round and round. Still on my knees sobbing I noticed the piece of paper slide under my door. I forgot all about it and I couldn't read or use a phone anyway. But I looked closer and I seen the red writing. This guy tore the last page of his bible out to write the number on. The red writing just caught my eyes and the first thing I seen was this. Revelations 22:16 I Jesus, have sent My angel to you to testify in the churches. I am the Root and Offspring of David, the Bright and Morning Star. As fast as you could snap your fingers I realized that I could read first of all. I then noticed I felt completely normal. I was just wondering wtf am I doing in my boxers bleeding on this floor? 😅 I got up took a shower and cleaned up. The guard came by and stopped giving me a strange look and asked if I was ok. I just said Im fine Im waiting on lunch its almost noon. I could read the time cause the hands stopped spinning.

Finally I got to use the phone and I called home and asked how long I was there. I said 2 weeks? My mom said you been there almost 3 months. I did 6 months and got both charges dropped down to a misdemeanor and 4 years probation. 2 years was deferred. I literally signed out of jail on a PR Bond. No fines, fees, or court costs at all.

That was 5 years ago in October. I never could forget or deny what happened. I knew immediately what the verse meant and what I was told to do. So I have done it this entire time everyday almost on social media.

I had never read a bible before and I was far away from God. I was really on the fence about the whole Jesus thing. What I know now and I knew at that moment was this. Jesus is God! He is the Father, the Son of God, and the Holy Spirit is the Spirit of God and of Christ. There is only one. Omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, and Sovereign Lord over all of creation.

I believe the words of the verse exactly for what they said. He sent an angel to me which is a ministering spirit and a messenger. I got the message loud and clear. So I do exactly as He has told me to.

It has been 5 years and I have not even had a cold. My doctor is weaning me off medications. It was by no means an easy 5 years at all. I suffered with overcoming addiction and the mental illness symptoms I was and still am learning to cope and manage.

There is one thing I learned in addition to all these things since then in talk therapy. I was raised by two narcissistic, one mentally ill, and completely abusive except sexually.

After all those years and all those medications and numerous doctors did not do for me what the Great Physician did in a moment of time.

Don't get me wrong. God has revealed to me that He has gifted these doctors, nurses, therapists, and the scientists or chemists that make these medications. Give or take these crooked sons of bitches.

Just know that God is Hope. Faith or Belief and any good thing at all about man is of God. He is Love. How is Jesus God? All things are possible with God. Just trust Him. Don't worry or be afraid. He has commanded us to be strong and courageous for He is with us wherever we go. He will never leave us or forsake us. He is faithful to keep His word. If He said it. He meant it. It is the Truth. Jesus said His words are Spirit and Truth. These words are Life and Jesus is the Way. The one and only true living God is the living Word of God. He was manifest in the flesh. The holy bible has been tampered with by man and today even more with hundreds of versions. However, man is foolish to think he could ever stop the Power of the Spirit and Truth that is the Word of God Jesus Christ.

Is the Father the Son or the Spirit? Is He 3 in one or one in 3? Don't split hairs with vain debates and argumentative subjects that no man can answer. There are simply things of God that man will never understand. Our finite minds cannot imagine, fathom, dream, or even comprehend the great things of God. He just said don't trip. I got this. Be still and know. Trust Me and Believe In Me. Have Faith! Never give up Hope. Without Hope this Life has no purpose and we have meaning at all. There is just certain death. Then we are worm food.

If it is all just a big story and we die only to find out that's it just black and nothing then fine with me. If we die and it is true and we chose not to simply believe and have the faith the size of a mustard seed. We'd be cursing ourselves not God from hell forever. We would know He was right and we have no defense or a word to say before the righteous Judge.

Life and death. Facts. Choose life or death. It is the most logical, reasonable, sane, and simple choice for anyone in their right mind. So anyone who says its blind faith and completely disregards facts, logic, or reason. You know just as God says. He has used the foolishness of this world for His wisdom. He makes those who are wise in their own eyes, puffed up with pride, and too stubborn or hard hearted to simply admit they do not know. Men fear what they do not know. Rightfully so. You should fear God. Both revere and be a very afraid of the One that can take your life and cast your soul into hell. He gives and takes away. Simple as that.

So remember no matter what the situation or circumstances shit is just temporary. All good things must come to an end. As do the bad. So suck it up, be strong and courageous. Has He not commanded us? He is with you wherever and nothing can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus.

To anyone suffering right now I am by no means minimizing your pain. I feel you 1000% You don't have to believe a word from me. Just know there is someone who is always with you and you are not helpless or alone. You may be weak and in complete darkness that seems like hell. God is light in the darkness. He has the keys to death and hell. So weather life or death, heaven or hell. You gotta trust and believe in Jesus. If not it is your own doing. Most of our problems are self inflicted we bring em on ourselves.

This may be the hardest part for me to tell someone in depression just dwelling and can't let go. Do you know what depression is. It is YOUR THOUGHTS and YOUR FEELINGS. It is therefore YOUR BELIEF and thus YOUR REALITY!

This is self-centeredness. Depression for a while that is justified is one thing. Wallowing in SELF-PITY with the attitude WOE IS ME. MY LIFE SUCKS and nobody understands or knows what I I I am going through. No one could possibly relate to YOUR SUPERIOR PROBLEMS! GET OUT OF YOURSELF for a while. Have an attitude of gratitude. You are alive and if you can feel emotions and you woke up today then you KNOW that you are alive. LIFE is a gift from of GOD. He so loved all of us that He GAVE HIS LIFE so that anyone who BELIEVES in HIM Should Not Perish...SHOULD NOT! But HAVE RIGHT NOW AS IN THIS PRESENT MOMENT. EVERLASTING LIFE. God gave us HOPE of ETERNAL LIFE the FREE GIFT of SALVATION is the LORD OUR GOD JESUS CHRIST the ONLY BEGOTTEN of the EVERLASTING FATHER the King of Israel is the Holy One (Christ) or Anointed (Messiah) our SAVIOR and REDEEMER. Not by might nor by power but by that Holy Spirit of PROMISE which is the PLEDGE of our inheritance.

The only reason one would die when God gave us His Life so that anyone whomsoever at all Believes. The Way is the Truth and He has become our Salvation. He is the very HOPE, FAITH, and LOVE that abides forever. LOVE being the greatest. No one SHOULD die. It is a choice!!! Just like you choose to wake up and be grateful saying Thank You God. Bless you Lord Jesus for the Spirit translated "Breath or Air" of Life and the LIGHT we all see and we have heard the word of God preached and proclaimed to us all. So no one has an excuse to even say I Dont Believe! That is our free will and choice. Another gift from God. He wants you to choose Jesus and dont worry but be happy. Rejoice!! Make some noise!! God is good all the time. All the time God is good. We all have a reason for the very BREATH of LIFE that was blown into Adam's nostrils and he became a living soul. Adam just means man. Human. In His image and likeness. Male and female created He them. If you believe in Jesus and the Good News aka Gospel of the Kingdom and Eternal Life you have every reason on every Day the Lord has made to be grateful and choose to be happy. The Eternal One is the Alpha and Omega. The Ancient of Days is the First and the Last. The Almighty. Beginning and End. Genesis to Revelation. Death and Life He gives and takes away.

I pray you don't waste another moment having a pity party if you don't have an actual reason to be stuck feeling sad for an excessive period of time. It is selfish. Ungrateful.

Your THOUGHTS and FEELINGS are powerful. They are YOURS though. You and you alone have a God given free gift of grace to Think for yourself and Regulate or Control Your Feelings and Emotions. It takes time and it's a process of growing up and becoming a man or woman. He has not given us a spirit of fear, but of POWER, LOVE, AND A SOUND MIND. SELF DISCIPLINE your MIND. We have the MIND of Christ. The Spirit of God and of Christ. The Kingdom of heaven is within. God the Father, the Lord Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit is all within. What does it say? The Word is near to you, in your heart, even in your mouth.

It is Finished!

Revelation 22:16 21st Century King James Version (KJ21)

16 “I, Jesus, have sent Mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the Root and the Offspring of David, and the Bright and Morning Star.”

Isaiah 44:6-8 21st Century King James Version (KJ21)

6 “Thus saith the Lord, the King of Israel, and his Redeemer, the Lord of hosts: I am the First, and I am the Last, and besides Me there is no God.

7 And who, as I, shall call and shall declare it, and set it in order for Me, since I appointed the ancient people? And the things that are coming and shall come, let them show unto them.

8 Fear ye not, neither be afraid. Have not I told thee from that time and have declared it? Ye are even My witnesses. Is there a God besides Me? Yea, there is no God. I know not any.”

[virtual-toast]

Scream Queens VH1 recap - Season 1 Episode 2

Michelle, Sarah, Kylah, and Jessica come back from the grand ballroom and the rest of the girls are shocked and/or pissed that Jo-Anne went home instead of Kylah. Lindsay says “This house will mourn the loss of Jo-Anne” and Sarah, in tears, calls her “such a sensational actress”, which are both super melodramatic reactions, you knew Jo-Anne for three days, but okay. Meanwhile Kylah has no idea why everyone is upset that she’s still there haha.

The following day sees Kylah declaring the house has been divided into the “queen bitches” (herself, Michelle, Lina, and Angela) and the “more homely girls” (Marissa, Lindsay, and Sarah). I’m assuming she’s put Tanedra and Jessica in the latter category too but she doesn’t mention them specifically. The bitchy girls talk shit about the other girls behind their backs, specifically about how they think Sarah didn’t deserve to win the previous episode, that she’s ugly and annoying, etc.

The girls meet up with Shawnee who tells them they have 15 minutes to dress themselves up and impress a casting director (Kelly Wagner, who seems pretty cool tbh) with the winner getting a guaranteed callback. While getting ready, Michelle and Angela mention that if the winner is not one of the bitchy girls, the competition must be rigged. An awful lot of confidence for week 2, lol.

The girls go back into the room with Shawnee and meet Kelly. They take turns doing a sort of one on one interview / audition, which I’m gonna summarise in dot points because they each get a small amount of screen time:

Lindsay talks about being a child actor and Kelly says that means she probably actually has a harder job than someone just starting out. Lindsay is wearing a weird sort of frilly top and skirt with polka dots but it somehow doesn’t really work for her shape, and Kelly mentions it as well as Shawnee straight up calling her frumpy. True, but also, rude.

Lina goes up and immediately shakes Kelly’s hand. She doesn’t even get a word out before Kelly is like “yeah no, don’t shake casting directors’ hands, personal space / germs” etc.

Kylah talks about playing Price is Right with her brother which Kelly says is a bad choice because she’s automatically associating herself with being a model rather than an actress. Kylah proceeds to mention that she wants to “get ugly, get dirty, like Halle Berry did in Monster.” cringe

Marissa gets up and starts off on this huge spiel about how horror films are like modern Greek tragedies and everyone is just staring at her like GIRL WHAT.

Michelle introduces herself and Kelly asks if she primarily does theatre because of her big personality. Michelle proceeds to brag about being Miss Teen Texas.

Jessica is wearing a smart-casual outfit of jeans and a simple white top with her trademark giant hoop earrings. Kelly comments on her look being unique. Jessica is kinda speaking like a cute little girl who doesn’t want to let the evil out??

Angela mentions how she thinks she has the stereotypical horror “look”. Her outfit isn’t relevant but I have to mention it anyway - it honestly looks like she cut the top off a blue evening gown to wear as a shirt?? and then just jeans. Like idk.

Sarah introduces herself and Kelly immediately comments on her unique nasally voice.

Tanedra tells Kelly that she has no formal training. Kelly says “And you think you can beat out all these girls?” and Tanedra’s like YES. Fuck yeah get it girl.

So Kelly goes ahead and gives her overall impressions - Kylah has no personality, Angela has the best horror look, Lindsay looks like the best friend rather than the leading lady, Marissa is the one she didn’t remember, and she liked Jessica’s personal style. Ultimately she gives Jessica the guaranteed callback, and also sends Lindsay and Marissa for makeovers which Michelle finds hilarious.

The girls go back into the house and Kylah proceeds to have a tantrum about not winning, stating that if the casting director was a man the results would have been different. But get this, she DOES NOT CHANGE EXPRESSION THE ENTIRE TIME. Even when she’s yelling “I’M ABOUT TO CRY” she literally just has this blank look on her face like is she actually made of wax?? Meanwhile Lindsay and Marissa have their makeovers, Lindsay gets a cool short reverse A-line bob cut and looks really badass, while Marissa gets her hair dyed jet black and cut in choppy layers. It looks fine but you can tell by her face Marissa is not happy.

The girls go to Homa’s class and since the week is all about first impressions, they have to do freeze frame shots of particular expressions, I guess so they can see what they actually look like vs. what they think they look like or something. Most of the girls do pretty well, Tanedra kills it again, Marissa bombs, and Kylah once again LITERALLY DOES NOT CHANGE EXPRESSION. What the fuck.

Back at the house the girls are all gushing over Lindsay and Marissa’s makeovers, Michelle voices her jealousy despite earlier thinking it was hilarious, and Angela is mad that she’s no longer the only one with her “look”, even though she and Marissa don’t look the same at all, the only similarity is the colour of their hair?? Marissa goes and has a cry about her hair because she’s now lost all her confidence and honestly it’s actually kinda sad / hard to watch.

The next day they find one of the rooms in the house has been filled with creepy dolls and of course one of them is actually a person that jumps out and scares them because omg what a funny prank haha. The “doll” tells them their director’s challenge is a photoshoot which many of the girls are stoked about. They’re basically given generic horror themes and have to shoot the poster. Dot points again!

Lina gets “Tie Die” and her costume is literally a length of rope that’s wrapped around her. She immediately cracks the shits and goes into full blown diva mode, complaining about her costume, how apparently difficult her theme is compared to other girls, telling the makeup and hair people how to do their jobs, etc. Whaaaaat, Lina is a bitch?? This is brand new information!! Unfortunately she still does a really good job with the photoshoot.

Lindsay gets “Blinded By the Fright” and her costume is a hospital gown and white contact lenses, which she has difficulty putting in but is EXTREMELY polite about it with the makeup lady (a nice juxtaposition to Lina’s bitch fest). Lindsay also does really well in the photoshoot.

Kylah gets “Thin Skin” which she comments sounds like a porno, lmao. Her costume is literally just black liquid latex painted all over her body and the other girls are fucking FROTHING with jealously. Kylah proceeds to completely bomb the challenge, giving absolutely no emotion and James literally has no idea how to direct her.

Michelle gets “Don’t Go in the Water” and is basically just wearing a bikini, but then James dumps a bottle of cold water all over her. She does really well in the photoshoot.

Sarah gets “Blood Skate”, her costume is just a bloody ice skating outfit, and she does okay.

Tanedra gets “Prom Scream”, she is wearing a bloody prom dress, and she does really well.

Jessica gets “The Butcher’s Girl” and she’s literally wearing a hat, gloves, no shirt, just an apron and shorts? And there’s blood? This one confuses me. She does okay.

Angela gets “Monster’s Wedding” which some of the other girls (correctly) complain is SUPER easy - she’s literally in a wedding dress posing with a bloody hand prop. She does fine but I mean all she has to do is stand there and smile??

Marissa gets “Mummy Maker” and she’s wrapped in what I assume are bandages but it looks like toilet paper? She’s pretty covered, including the bottom half of her face, and she’s supposed to be seductive but honestly it kinda just feels like an awkward interpretive dance??

The next day back at the house, Marissa vents to the other girls about her insecurity with her new hair. Like I know it’s just hair but it’s kinda sad, they completely changed her look which obviously fucks with her confidence. The girls get their photoshoot posters and everyone is stoked except Marissa (rightfully) and Lindsay, who basically has an anxiety attack and hates hers even though everyone is telling her how great it is. Whoo boy I relate to Lindsay so hard. Jessica reads the list which summons Marissa, Kylah, Lindsay, and Lina to the grand ballroom. They all think they’re at the bottom except Lina, who of course thinks she’s top shit.

In the grand ballroom, Lina gets pulled forward and despite doing well in the challenge, the judges straight up read her for being a bitch, which is hella satisfying let me tell you. Lindsay gets pulled forward and the judges tell her that she did an awesome job and that she needs to go easier on herself, before awarding her the week’s leading lady. Marissa and Kylah are predictably the bottom two, Marissa gets told she’s overthinking everything and Kylah just that she’s completely emotionless. Kylah gets the axe and Marissa lives another week.

Stay tuned for Season 1 Episode 3!

[dailytomlinson]

At the stroke of midnight on January 31st, 2020, the music industry was single-handedly saved by just a young lad from Doncaster. We can all agree, in confidence, that the majority of artists won’t top the charts with their first LP, especially with little to no promo. “Walls” however, debuted at #1 on the worldwide iTunes charts, a feat not many will come by. Judging by its success, we can rightfully assume this album could be rather magical. Just over a month into the decade, I can happily testify that this may be one of the greatest pieces of work we’ll see over the span of the next 10 years. The only record I may allow to top it, will be Tomlinson’s sophomore album, which is fair to speculate will have a little less fan service and show a little more of the grunge britpop rockstar that Louis is dying to showcase.

Oh, this guy’s from One Direction, too. It’s a fact that doesn’t need to be honed in on, but in case you aren’t familiar with his older work, the UK-based band is where he found his origin story. Though hopefully after giving these tracks a listen, we’ll all be able to start celebrating him as the solo artist he was destined to become.

Kill My Mind

You hate me and I want more.

Perhaps I wasn’t alive during majority of the Britpop Movement of the 90s, but I can wholeheartedly say that if you played this opening track for anyone familiar with the genre, they would tell you it would feel right at home as a feature on one of Oasis’ final LPs or as a single brought to us by Blur. However, that is not to say it lacks originality. In fact, far from it. His thick Yorkshire accent demands your attention right off the bat. This song is confident, it’s loud, it’s sexy, it’s everything his loyal fanbase has been patiently waiting to see arise from the musician. It’s a different Tomlinson than the general public may be accustomed to, but it’s a perfect example of an artist finding their authentic self. The electric opener, Kill My Mind gives us a little tease as to what’s to come.

Don’t Let It Break Your Heart

What hurts you is gonna pass and you’ll have learned from it when it comes back.

After careful consideration, this may be the album’s weakest link. It draws on a bit of the pop-influence his previous audiences may be more familiar with. Previously, Louis released a single-edit and a piano version. The one featured on the album, is by far the most well mixed. It’s filled with beautiful harmonies and the layered vocals have a lot of potential. The message of this song is uplifting, about overcoming hardships with grace and allowing yourself to grow from them — A theme not uncommon in Louis’ writing or general life philosophy. Always the lyricist, coming from him, this message works and it works beautifully into the melodies of the song. My main issue comes down to production. The background vocals are choppy and make the general feeling of the song a little cheesy. Ultimately, it all just sounds forced. I can say however, experiencing this song live is a different story. Some songs are meant to be played live, and this just happens to be one of them.

Two of Us

We’ll end just like we started, just you and me, and no one else.

The lead single was one Louis himself proclaimed needed to be written, or else his other art would suffer from being insincere. “I just feel like musically, I almost needed to get this song off my chest,” He recently told Rolling Stone, “People say writing is a part of therapy and in a way, I feel like I’d been avoiding writing this song because I knew I only had one chance to get it right.” For those who may be unaware, at the start of his solo career, Louis tragically lost his mother, the person he was closest with, to leukemia. Out of respect to him, I won’t dwell on this, and it does feel fairly inconsiderate to put the piece under review, per say. I will, however, assert that it is a stunningly orchestrated song. You can feel the authenticity and honesty radiate from the words he’s singing, especially in the big build up of the chorus in comparison to the heart wrenching and softly sung outro. It’s rare we find artists who are proud to wear their hearts on their sleeves and speak with true openness. Each song is an example of this, but Two of Us broadcasts this vulnerability loudly, as he gives us an anthem of accepting that you’re grieving and reminding listeners to always hold onto hope.

We Made It

Nothing in the world that I would change it for, singing something pop-y on the same four chords.

Yes, she’s corny, yes her lyrics might not be up to standard with the rest of his work, and yes, she is my favorite song on the album. We Made It, is filled to the rim with nostalgia and embracing that although the tunnel was dark, there was in the end, a light. For anyone who has grown up with Louis and supported him through all the twists and turns of his decade long career, this song could be a celebration of us and our relationship with our favorite musician. There were always struggles along the way, but we, as fans, never turned our back on him. We were there for him when he needed us to lean on. The sentiment remains when reversed. Ultimately, whatever we needed, he was able to provide. It’s easy to see how much of a team Louis and his followers are, and this song is honoring that. If you’re less familiar with the singer himself, then this track is just a fun little guitar-driven song that reminisces those nights of getting smashed and blazed out of your mind with your young love, and what’s wrong with that?

Too Young

Face to face at the kitchen table, this is everything I’ve waited for.

Every album needs a song to cry to, and for Walls, this is the one. There aren’t too many complexities here, as Louis has said he generally likes to stray away from metaphors when he can. The calm strumming of the acoustic guitar, lends itself beautifully to the track, and never overpowers Louis’ voice. Vocally, this a huge example of a myriad of Louis’ strengths. It contrasts some of the heavily belted pieces we hear later on in the album, and focuses on the softness he’s able to convey in his killer range of a chest voice. His raspy tone demonstrates a certain intimacy. When the song is listened to through headphones with your eyes closed, it almost feels as if Louis is right there on your bedside, gently playing a personal piece he had just written and trusts you enough to perform it for you first. There’s a certain amount of emotional intelligence demonstrated in this song, as he never pulls the victim card, but instead takes the mature approach of admitting to where he’s gone wrong. This notion is used a lot in his writing, and is a sure telling of his character. This catchy little ballad wouldn’t feel out of place on albums of most genres, musically lacking some originality, which is made up for with the candor and polish in his vocals.

Walls

Why is it that “thank-you” is so often bittersweet?

Objectively speaking, this is the most well crafted track on the album. Perhaps even more Oasis-y than some Oasis hits, it even earned itself a writing credit from Noel Gallagher himself. By now, we are more than well accustomed to embracing Louis’ themes of overcoming barriers (or walls). It’s something he writes about often, and why shouldn’t he? He knows what it’s like to stand above what’s been dragging you down more than anyone. The most titular lyric opens and closes the tune, proclaiming, “Nothing wakes you up, like waking up alone.” As soon as you’re hit with this, you know you’re listening to a song which dares the audience to take the musician earnestly. Louis has always been the funny one who has chosen to never take himself too seriously in life. With his music, he had a hard time at the start, choosing to put out records which defined Top 40, but never himself. Walls forces us to accept the artist he’s become. It proves to every listener, that Louis Tomlinson is a musician, a lyricist, a vocalist; a true craftsman. He is a serious artist and this salient track forces us, for once, to accept him as one.

Habit

Took some time cause I ran out of energy, of playing someone I’ve heard I’m supposed to be.

Back in February of 2018, Louis teased this lyric on his twitter, sending fans into a frenzy of when and where this sentiment might come into play. In September of last year, he finally played it for us live. This live version of the song was a complete bore. Again, Louis’ biggest asset in his music may come from his lyrics. He wrote more songs for One Direction than any of the other boys, often partnering with Liam Payne who would work on the melodies, while Louis focused on cutting deep with his words. This is more than evident here, meaning any initial fondness of this song was independently due to the verses he was singing. When the album finally hit stands and we were able to hear the studio version, I have to say, my opinion on this absolute banger changed drastically. It may be a little controversial to say, but this song might have some “Yeehaw” vibes. If you played someone the opening, before his vocals take the forefront, it would’ve been fair to assume it was a Maren Morris hit. Country/Britpop/Indie isn’t exactly something I would ever even consider diving into, but let me tell you, this certified bop has been on repeat. Here’s to hoping him and his band can put together a new live arrangement before the world tour kicks off in March.

Always You

Waiting to wrap your legs around me, and I know you hate to smoke without me.

To be blunt, this song was a fan service. If it wasn’t for Louis’ persistent stans, this track may have been ditched months ago. However, when he gave us a glimpse of the songs upbeat opening lyric three years ago, we latched onto it. For years we bombarded Louis, telling him this song needed to stay on the record, and thank God he listened. He did realize partway through the writing process that this isn’t the sort of music he would like to put out anymore, so it may not resonate with someone looking for the more grungy side of the artist. Always You is almost pure bubblegum and it sounds like it should be radiating loudly off festival speakers. The tune will be a crowd-pleaser, and will surely bring the most hype for live audiences. It’s the sort of song you want to scream out while drunk on a rooftop in the summer atop the ocean in New York City, which is exactly what myself and approximately 6800 more fans will be doing this June.

Fearless

Cash in your weekend treasures, for a suit and tie, a second wife.

God damn is Fearless sexy. The slow and pulsing beat of this song, with the organic guitar, subtle production, and his sultry voice are a recipe for a great and sensual tune. The song was written with the inspiration of feeling youthful, and teaches what to center your sense of self-worth around. There’s a certain level of maturity that comes with a song of these intentions, and in that, Louis is able to showcase his ever growing wisdom. “What I wanted to try and capture with the song is the idea of feeling youthful and how important that is,” He recently said in an interview with Apple Music, “I’m at this age where I’m on the cusp — I’m definitely not a teenager, I’m not a young lad anymore, nor am I old, but I sit in this space where I’m aware of my age now. I hear it as a playground or going back to real youth.”

Perfect Now

Don’t you wanna dance? Just a little dance?

On release day, Louis did a signing, where he bravely asked a few fans what their least favorite track on the album was. Everyone said Perfect Now, earning them a high five from the man himself as well as his genuine agreement. While many look at it as a cheesy romantic love song, masquerading as a rejected early One Direction track, mirroring Little Things or What Makes You Beautiful, I wholeheartedly disagree. It’s easy to chalk it down to being “cheesy” when you approach it as being romantic, but if you look at it as, simply, a love song, that changes the perspective. Louis sings over an appealing and charming little guitar melody, and you can almost hear his smile. It’s easy to picture him singing this to his younger sisters as a piece of brotherly encouragement, or to a good friend who needs cheering up after a hard day. This darling melody invites you to dance around your bedroom feeling loved. Perfect Now proves that not everything has to be deep and serious; allow yourself to be open to simply feeling happy over the little things like a lyric that makes you smile. When in the chorus he prompts, “Keep your head up, love,” listeners can’t help but feel a sense of personal support from the artist, which is exactly what makes this song so special.

Defenseless

We’re sleeping on our problems like we’ll solve them in our dreams.

It’s understandable why Louis likes to stray from metaphors in his writing, because generally speaking, they simply aren’t good. This is proven with lyrics such as, “I’m running to you like a moth into a flame”. As well as this, the rhyming of “defenseless” with “fences” and then “defenseless” again, doesn’t exactly sit well. The song does grow to be much better than anticipated after the first verse. The pre-chorus has a strong beat, which you’ll find yourself accidentally clapping along to in public. The bridge allows Louis to explore his falsetto, which is something we’ve never heard from him before. It’s strong and poignant, and it’s a real shame that his old band never gave him the opportunity to use his voice in all its capabilities. The control Louis has over his vocals throughout this song is astonishing, and almost unheard of in most modern music outside of musical theatre. This track alone, proves that he is one of the most vocally gifted artists not only to come out of One Direction, but to come out of the last decade at all.

Only the Brave

It’s a church of burnt romances and I’m too far gone to pray.

The lyrics to this song are borderline poetry. Each and every word draws you in and leaves you speechless. It’s a short song, ending at one minute and forty-four seconds, and that works well. It leaves us wanting more, even when we’ve reached the very end of the whole experience. The tune feels like a mantra; something to sing to yourself as you prepare for something you’re nervous about or to congratulate yourself on completing a task you never thought you could accomplish. There’s no proper structure and his voice has a retro filter over top, giving the whole thing a bit of a wartime vibe. The most powerful moment is undoubtedly when he sings, “It’s a solo song, and it’s only for the brave,” as a way of patting himself on the back for where he is now in life and in his career. It’s the perfect way to bring home the album. After 12 tracks demonstrating it, it is proven to us that he doesn’t need his ex-bandmates, he doesn’t need a big production, he doesn’t need Simon Cowell, he doesn’t need other songwriters dictating what direction to go, because he is Louis Tomlinson and he is brave.