#kept being like WHAT? BUT I WAS. BUT I WAS JUST. BUT I WAS 'ok. i said move'

[bruthaewwwww]

Paige finally decides to tell Drew that A is her girlfriend. She knows Drew loves Azzi — maybe a little too much — and she’s scared of how he’ll react. When she finally says it, Drew’s face falls. His hands curl into fists at his sides, and his voice cracks when he asks, “So… does this mean Azzi’s gonna start liking you more than me?” His fear isn’t about Paige being happy — it’s about losing the special bond he has with Azzi....

Do you like Paige more then me?

A/n - hey guys this was fun to write! Send more requests! It’s just a little blurb

Before going to visit Paige’s family for summer vacation, Azzi and Paige had talked about telling the family about their relationship. Paige knew her dad would approve but she was worried about drew. She knew that Drew would love her no matter what but she also knew that he had a crush on Azzi. It was just a little boy thing because he grew up around her and who wouldn’t like her? It still made Paige nervous though. 

———

Drew’s little feet carried him out of the house and onto the lawn as his dad, Paige, and Azzi exited the car and started unpacking for their summer break. 

“Paigey!” Drew shouted as she ran up to her.

“Hey buddy I missed you!” Paige brought her brother into a tight hug. After the brief connection with his sister drew focused his attention on Azzi. 

“Azzi! Guess what!” Drew said, coming up to her and grabbing her hand to lead her into the house. Even though she was carrying a suitcase, she had to put it down.

“What drewski?” Azzi asked with genuine care for the young boy.

“I knew you were coming and I got you flowers!” He pulled out a bouquet of pink flowers that he had clearly had help picking out. “Paige said they were your favorite so it’s technically from the both of us.”

“Awee that’s so sweet drew!”

Paige came up behind them, a suitcase in hand. Placing her hand around Azzi’s waist and on the small of her back she looked at Azzi with love. 

“Hey, Azzi wanna come see my room?” The words pulled Azzi out of the trance she was in from Paige’s touch. “I changed it recently.”

“Of course bud” Azzi smiled at the young boy. She had grown up with him. He was almost like another little brother. 

“Hey, Drew.” The words left Paige’s mouth quickly and sounded a little rushed. “Azzi and I want to talk to you while we’re in there.” Azzi looked at Paige with understanding. The conversation about their dating would finally be something they would share with Drew.

“Ok.” Drew didn’t acknowledge what his sister had said and went right to his room pulling Azzi behind him.

Drew showed Azzi around the room where he had moved his bed and added two new posters to his wall. 

“Isn’t it awesome?” His toothless smile looked up at her. 

“Drew it’s so cool!” Azzi laughed with drew about some of the old pictures around his room including a young photo of Paige he had kept.

“Hey Drew why don’t you sit I need to tell you something.” As the words left the blonde mouth, Azzi moved over by the door so that she way near by but they still had space. A nervous expression creeped across Drew’s face.

“Did I do something wrong?” Drew looked up at Paige with big brown eyes. “No buddy I just want to tell you something. I love Azzi and she is my girlfriend. I wanted to tell you because you’re my brother and I love you.” Drew’s expression turned into an obvious frown. 

“Does this mean Azzi doesn’t like me anymore? I thought she liked me better.” Paige laughed but secretly she thought it was so sweet how much Drew valued his relationship with Azzi. At this point Azzi left her spot by the door and went over to Drew and picked him up. “Drew how could you say that?” She laughed in a way that Paige could never forget. She was so lucky she found someone who cared not just about her but her family. Azzi continued talking while Paige was lost in thought.

“Of course you’re still my favorite don’t be silly.” Azzi stuck her tongue out at Paige after she said it. “I love Paige differently that how I love you. I love you like a brother.”

Drew smiled but looked at ask with confusion. “So than what kind of way do you love Paige?” Azzi looked at Paige with a smile. “You’ll know one day buddy.” Paige said as she planted a kiss on Azzi’s temple. 

[paper-worms]

Idk if this is a Magnus Archives hot take but I’ve always been peeved by people complaining about the series being confusing/hard to follow. Don’t get me wrong the name jokes will always be funny esp because Mr Sims calls all his less important characters outside of TMA fuckin’ Jerry Ballsack or something since he hates naming characters so damn much. And the Michaels of course.

But what I mean is people calling the complexity of the world and how the audience is kept in the dark about most of it an actual detractor. I’ve heard people say they couldn’t finish the series because they were too confused. Dude??? Its cosmic/eldritch horror??? Its supposed to be confusing and overwhelming and something you cannot fully comprehend. When a story is basically a mystery story where you’re discovering the world alongside your main character you’re meant to be lost!! Jon literally says “I don’t understand” in like every episode leading up to the szn 4 finale.

And ngl? The amount of connections and callbacks in the series are many and very well thought out which gives the series great re-listen potential, but not necessary to catch to understand the forward motion of the plot most of the time. You don’t need to remember what Jude Perry did to that one guy or even her name to understand “ah this is fire related shit. I know what they generally do” and move forward. Most of the time when Jon brings up one of an avatar’s victims to them its just a general desperate attempt to see if theres any humanity left in them, not because that person is actually important to the story. Which is what’s meant to be scary!! Innocent people are hurt and destroyed and their suffering is tiny and meaningless to the cruel gods that rule their world. And its what makes Jon’s transformation so much more apparent and chilling where people can become nothing but sustenance to him.

So when someone is asking about getting into TMA and everyone starts telling them “lol make sure to take notes” I’m kinda like sure do that if you want, but also if your confusion will hinder your listening experience I just don’t really think cosmic horror is for you? And thats ok.

[twilightakiishi]

made that template for three :3 venchiya rundown!!! more in tags if u care

[peppermint-08]

Reading this post and the replies is a very painful validation and I'm not sure how to feel about it. On one hand it's nice to know it wasn't only me but the other half is just me feeling awful for thinking it. I've been tolerated my whole life aside from like....7 people including my partner. I have a million stories, but the one that still gets me is the rain story. I was in grade school at the time and my friend Michaela was one of those who kept me around for "use" things like cleaning and organizing for her and generally being a lackey. I realized this later on in life, however at the time I was just hanging out. Her friend Julia never liked me and they told me "here wait outside we'll be back" so I waited. For over an hour untill her dad came home and asked what I was doing in their yard. It had been raining the whole time and they thought I would just leave. That wouldn't be "friendly" of me tho so I waited and when they finally came out they admitted "oh we thought you'd have gone home....we wanted to just be the two of us" I never hung out with her again after that. And I guess this whole thing is an excuse and example to say, be up front and polite always. It's ok to not like the "weird kid" but maybe just don't do things that fuck us for life? I'm in a constant state of "I know you hate me and I'm waiting to hear it" and that interaction alone is a massive part of it. We remember, we mask, and then we're miserable. Be decent. It's not that hard.

every piece of ""autistic representation"" in hollywood sucks not just because of the infantalization and inspiration porn but because movie executives always fail to realize the real universal autistic experience: spending your childhood slowly and unfalteringly realizing all of your friends not so secretly hated and/or merely tolerated you at best and you've missed every social signal about it ever

[yanoverload]

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖! 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕤

This time, the portrait is at the end of the post, and you will see why!

The story is based on a magic fictional world, much like those in villainess isekai manhwas. 

I promise I don't hate any church ok. I only used words related to real life as a way to make it understandable.

Also you thought Dae-Ho was cuckoo? HAH THIS GUY IS SO MUCH WORSE.

Also I'll post a drawing of "Anneliese" later for you guys to imagine her.

ℍ𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕝 "𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤𝕖" 𝕊𝕔𝕙ä𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟜 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝟙𝟟𝟟 𝕔𝕞 (𝕠𝕣 𝟝’𝟠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕥)

�� As much as it likes to deny, the high church knew they had enemies. 

🌟 They were far and between, but they refused to leave until the current administration of said holy empire was destroyed.

🌟 That was at least, the current plan of the biggest assassination guild known on the six empires, also known as Tartaros. 

🌟 And they had the perfect guy for the job. 

🌟 Codename Carnelian, actually named Himmel, was the orphaned son of two well known alchemists at older times.

🌟 Said alchemists were killed by the church in the hunt for what they were currently called: defectives.

🌟 To seem merciful and holy, the children of the holy criminals were spared, but kept in church facilities that the unfortunate that live there call "detention center".

🌟 Alchemists aren't hard to identify, for their eyes look like that of the most refined jewels, said to be able to see the nature and essence of all elements on earth.

🌟 That was why, the only way Himmel managed to escape was learning glamour magic, disguising as a common nun.

🌟 Now, not only with that card in his hands, as well as years of studying the ins and outs of the institution, he was picked for the master plan.

🌟 Infiltrate the church, steal the love the worshippers have for it, and kill the high priest.

And oh, how Himmel drooled thinking about the day. 

🌟 Oh right, he's not Himmel for the time being. He's "Anneliese" the beloved and revered saintess.

🌟 It took a while to get the recognition, he admits, but how easy it is to fool everyone with a sweet and fragile looking persona.

🌟 What he didn't anticipate at the time however, was the plan the high priest had for him.

🌟 How genius it would be, to make the saintess betrothed to the ruler of the second biggest empire in their world.

🌟 The emperor/empress was the biggest stone in the church's shoes, as one of the only that didn't impose their religion on their people.

🌟 So their political move was to throw the saintess as a pawn and a spy in said empire.

🌟 That put a bit of a slow down to the Tartaros' plan.

🌟 What also slowed down their plan was Himmel's feelings.

🌟 He was taught to love no one. But even when he showed up in your own palace, you treated the saintess, someone you should hate and wish to throw to the wolves, with utmost respect and care, like a fragile doll.

🌟 And how was he supposed to not care for you when you hated the church just as much as he did?

🌟 Maybe being an empress wasn't so bad! He just had to seduce you, and after the downfall of the church, you would keep him by your side.

🌟 He didn't expect you to come back from your hunting trip so soon though.

🌟 So now, as you enter the meeting room expecting to meet certain higher ups and some kissasses of the high priest, you instead find a blonde shirtless man, covered in blood, corpses littered at his feet.

🌟 Not being the empress/emperor for nothing, you reach for your sword, but your keen eyes notice something.

🌟 A burn scar that looks like the Callisto star, the brightest in the sky, right at the back of the man's throat.

🌟 The same Saintess Anneliese has.

🌟 Burn marks being the one impossible thing to remove with spells.

🌟 The man looks at you with euphoria and obsession in his eyes.

"My love, you're back earlier than I expected. Did you know these bastards were secretly planning a coup? But don't worry, I took care of them."

🌟 In the state of shock at your discovery, you barely notice his arms slinging at your shoulders, close to you like one would to a lover.

🌟 But Anneliese or whatever this freak decides to go by, is not a lover in your eyes. They are like a Venus flytrap, seductive persona trying to swallow you whole.

🌟 He whispers in your ear.

"Let me be your executioner, and I shall turn you into god."

[will80sbyers]

PSA: they are being assholes and doing strikes against those leaks from the pdf we got a while ago so if you reblogged or posted those I would eliminate them just to make sure, I have removed them as they want even if they literally did not spoil shit but ok 🙄

Btw a very nice way to repay all the loyal fans that kept your show alive in pop culture with basically what is completely free promo lmao

I'm gonna be honest if y'all nuke my space here I think I'm going to be extremely vicious and vindicative after just on principle of y'all being a massive corporation making billions and still losing your time with stupid shit like this

[balioc]

OK, look, I'm pretty sure there's an actual failure of communication going on here. Not a disagreement about moral conclusions or even facts, just confusion regarding the meaning of sentences.

(So of course I'm going to stick my oar in, because that's smart.)

If I understand @brazenautomaton correctly, he's saying approximately that -

"Strong borders" create an underclass through *exactly* the process described above, creating groups of people who are in the country but may be subjected to intense penalties at any time for any reason. Legal immigrants who need to retain a job in order to remain in the country are often exploited by companies that can say, "Accept these illegal working conditions or we fire you and you spend months in a series of concrete cells waiting to be deported, your choice".

- is the failure mode of borders, according to the people calling themselves "advocates of strong borders." It is the sign that borders aren't strong enough. If the borders were sufficiently strong, those people wouldn't be an exploited underclass - they wouldn't be here at all! They would have been kept out or deported!

And there's a clear semantic sense in which this is just true. Having immigrants around unlawfully is, just by definition, a sign that your immigration control isn't as tough and rigorous or consistent as it could be. A maximally tough and rigorous and consistent immigration control regime would result in there being zero immigrants around unlawfully.

This is all separate from questions like:

Under what circumstances is it prudent to keep people out of the country, or deport them?

Under what circumstances is it moral to keep people out of the country, or deport them?

Assuming arguendo that we want to strengthen our borders as much as possible - how much is it possible? How much is "get rid of all the unlawful immigration, no really, all of it" a stupid pipe dream?

What, in their heart of hearts, do people in various political camps really want and value?

Story below the cut to avoid a paywall.

There was no explanation, no warning. One minute, I was in an immigration office talking to an officer about my work visa, which had been approved months before and allowed me, a Canadian, to work in the US. The next, I was told to put my hands against the wall, and patted down like a criminal before being sent to an Ice detention center without the chance to talk to a lawyer.

I grew up in Whitehorse, Yukon, a small town in the northernmost part of Canada. I always knew I wanted to do something bigger with my life. I left home early and moved to Vancouver, British Columbia, where I built a career spanning multiple industries – acting in film and television, owning bars and restaurants, flipping condos and managing Airbnbs.

In my 30s, I found my true passion working in the health and wellness industry. I was given the opportunity to help launch an American brand of health tonics called Holy! Water – a job that would involve moving to the US.

I was granted my trade Nafta work visa, which allows Canadian and Mexican citizens to work in the US in specific professional occupations, on my second attempt. It goes without saying, then, that I have no criminal record. I also love the US and consider myself to be a kind, hard-working person.

I started working in California and travelled back and forth between Canada and the US multiple times without any complications – until one day, upon returning to the US, a border officer questioned me about my initial visa denial and subsequent visa approval. He asked why I had gone to the San Diego border the second time to apply. I explained that that was where my lawyer’s offices were, and that he had wanted to accompany me to ensure there were no issues.

After a long interrogation, the officer told me it seemed “shady” and that my visa hadn’t been properly processed. He claimed I also couldn’t work for a company in the US that made use of hemp – one of the beverage ingredients. He revoked my visa, and told me I could still work for the company from Canada, but if I wanted to return to the US, I would need to reapply.

I was devastated; I had just started building a life in California. I stayed in Canada for the next few months, and was eventually offered a similar position with a different health and wellness brand.

I restarted the visa process and returned to the same immigration office at the San Diego border, since they had processed my visa before and I was familiar with it. Hours passed, with many confused opinions about my case. The officer I spoke to was kind but told me that, due to my previous issues, I needed to apply for my visa through the consulate. I told her I hadn’t been aware I needed to apply that way, but had no problem doing it.

Then she said something strange: “You didn’t do anything wrong. You are not in trouble, you are not a criminal.”

I remember thinking: Why would she say that? Of course I’m not a criminal!

She then told me they had to send me back to Canada. That didn’t concern me; I assumed I would simply book a flight home. But as I sat searching for flights, a man approached me.

“Come with me,” he said.

There was no explanation, no warning. He led me to a room, took my belongings from my hands and ordered me to put my hands against the wall. A woman immediately began patting me down. The commands came rapid-fire, one after another, too fast to process.

They took my shoes and pulled out my shoelaces.

“What are you doing? What is happening?” I asked.

“You are being detained.”

“I don’t understand. What does that mean? For how long?”

“I don’t know.”

That would be the response to nearly every question I would ask over the next two weeks: “I don’t know.”

They brought me downstairs for a series of interviews and medical questions, searched my bags and told me I had to get rid of half my belongings because I couldn’t take everything with me.

“Take everything with me where?” I asked.

A woman asked me for the name of someone they could contact on my behalf. In moments like this, you realize you don’t actually know anyone’s phone number anymore. By some miracle, I had recently memorized my best friend Britt’s number because I had been putting my grocery points on her account.

I gave them her phone number.

They handed me a mat and a folded-up sheet of aluminum foil.

“What is this?”

“Your blanket.”

“I don’t understand.”

I was taken to a tiny, freezing cement cell with bright fluorescent lights and a toilet. There were five other women lying on their mats with the aluminum sheets wrapped over them, looking like dead bodies. The guard locked the door behind me.

For two days, we remained in that cell, only leaving briefly for food. The lights never turned off, we never knew what time it was and no one answered our questions. No one in the cell spoke English, so I either tried to sleep or meditate to keep from having a breakdown. I didn’t trust the food, so I fasted, assuming I wouldn’t be there long.

On the third day, I was finally allowed to make a phone call. I called Britt and told her that I didn’t understand what was happening, that no one would tell me when I was going home, and that she was my only contact.

They gave me a stack of paperwork to sign and told me I was being given a five-year ban unless I applied for re-entry through the consulate. The officer also said it didn’t matter whether I signed the papers or not; it was happening regardless.

I was so delirious that I just signed. I told them I would pay for my flight home and asked when I could leave.

No answer.

Then they moved me to another cell – this time with no mat or blanket. I sat on the freezing cement floor for hours. That’s when I realized they were processing me into real jail: the Otay Mesa Detention Center.

I was told to shower, given a jail uniform, fingerprinted and interviewed. I begged for information.

“How long will I be here?”

“I don’t know your case,” the man said. “Could be days. Could be weeks. But I’m telling you right now – you need to mentally prepare yourself for months.”

Months.

I felt like I was going to throw up.

I was taken to the nurse’s office for a medical check. She asked what had happened to me. She had never seen a Canadian there before. When I told her my story, she grabbed my hand and said: “Do you believe in God?”

I told her I had only recently found God, but that I now believed in God more than anything.

“I believe God brought you here for a reason,” she said. “I know it feels like your life is in a million pieces, but you will be OK. Through this, I think you are going to find a way to help others.”

At the time, I didn’t know what that meant. She asked if she could pray for me. I held her hands and wept.

I felt like I had been sent an angel.

I was then placed in a real jail unit: two levels of cells surrounding a common area, just like in the movies. I was put in a tiny cell alone with a bunk bed and a toilet.

The best part: there were blankets. After three days without one, I wrapped myself in mine and finally felt some comfort.

For the first day, I didn’t leave my cell. I continued fasting, terrified that the food might make me sick. The only available water came from the tap attached to the toilet in our cells or a sink in the common area, neither of which felt safe to drink.

Eventually, I forced myself to step out, meet the guards and learn the rules. One of them told me: “No fighting.”

“I’m a lover, not a fighter,” I joked. He laughed.

I asked if there had ever been a fight here.

“In this unit? No,” he said. “No one in this unit has a criminal record.”

That’s when I started meeting the other women.

That’s when I started hearing their stories.

And that’s when I made a decision: I would never allow myself to feel sorry for my situation again. No matter how hard this was, I had to be grateful. Because every woman I met was in an even more difficult position than mine.

There were around 140 of us in our unit. Many women had lived and worked in the US legally for years but had overstayed their visas – often after reapplying and being denied. They had all been detained without warning.

If someone is a criminal, I agree they should be taken off the streets. But not one of these women had a criminal record. These women acknowledged that they shouldn’t have overstayed and took responsibility for their actions. But their frustration wasn’t about being held accountable; it was about the endless, bureaucratic limbo they had been trapped in.

The real issue was how long it took to get out of the system, with no clear answers, no timeline and no way to move forward. Once deported, many have no choice but to abandon everything they own because the cost of shipping their belongings back is too high.

I met a woman who had been on a road trip with her husband. She said they had 10-year work visas. While driving near the San Diego border, they mistakenly got into a lane leading to Mexico. They stopped and told the agent they didn’t have their passports on them, expecting to be redirected. Instead, they were detained. They are both pastors.

I met a family of three who had been living in the US for 11 years with work authorizations. They paid taxes and were waiting for their green cards. Every year, the mother had to undergo a background check, but this time, she was told to bring her whole family. When they arrived, they were taken into custody and told their status would now be processed from within the detention center.

Another woman from Canada had been living in the US with her husband who was detained after a traffic stop. She admitted she had overstayed her visa and accepted that she would be deported. But she had been stuck in the system for almost six weeks because she hadn’t had her passport. Who runs casual errands with their passport?

One woman had a 10-year visa. When it expired, she moved back to her home country, Venezuela. She admitted she had overstayed by one month before leaving. Later, she returned for a vacation and entered the US without issue. But when she took a domestic flight from Miami to Los Angeles, she was picked up by Ice and detained. She couldn’t be deported because Venezuela wasn’t accepting deportees. She didn’t know when she was getting out.

There was a girl from India who had overstayed her student visa for three days before heading back home. She then came back to the US on a new, valid visa to finish her master’s degree and was handed over to Ice due to the three days she had overstayed on her previous visa.

There were women who had been picked up off the street, from outside their workplaces, from their homes. All of these women told me that they had been detained for time spans ranging from a few weeks to 10 months. One woman’s daughter was outside the detention center protesting for her release.

That night, the pastor invited me to a service she was holding. A girl who spoke English translated for me as the women took turns sharing their prayers – prayers for their sick parents, for the children they hadn’t seen in weeks, for the loved ones they had been torn away from.

Then, unexpectedly, they asked if they could pray for me. I was new here, and they wanted to welcome me. They formed a circle around me, took my hands and prayed. I had never felt so much love, energy and compassion from a group of strangers in my life. Everyone was crying.

At 3am the next day, I was woken up in my cell.

“Pack your bag. You’re leaving.”

I jolted upright. “I get to go home?”

The officer shrugged. “I don’t know where you’re going.”

Of course. No one ever knew anything.

I grabbed my things and went downstairs, where 10 other women stood in silence, tears streaming down their faces. But these weren’t happy tears. That was the moment I learned the term “transferred”.

For many of these women, detention centers had become a twisted version of home. They had formed bonds, established routines and found slivers of comfort in the friendships they had built. Now, without warning, they were being torn apart and sent somewhere new. Watching them say goodbye, clinging to each other, was gut-wrenching.

I had no idea what was waiting for me next. In hindsight, that was probably for the best.

Our next stop was Arizona, the San Luis Regional Detention Center. The transfer process lasted 24 hours, a sleepless, grueling ordeal. This time, men were transported with us. Roughly 50 of us were crammed into a prison bus for the next five hours, packed together – women in the front, men in the back. We were bound in chains that wrapped tightly around our waists, with our cuffed hands secured to our bodies and shackles restraining our feet, forcing every movement into a slow, clinking struggle.

When we arrived at our next destination, we were forced to go through the entire intake process all over again, with medical exams, fingerprinting – and pregnancy tests; they lined us up in a filthy cell, squatting over a communal toilet, holding Dixie cups of urine while the nurse dropped pregnancy tests in each of our cups. It was disgusting.

We sat in freezing-cold jail cells for hours, waiting for everyone to be processed. Across the room, one of the women suddenly spotted her husband. They had both been detained and were now seeing each other for the first time in weeks.

The look on her face – pure love, relief and longing – was something I’ll never forget.

We were beyond exhausted. I felt like I was hallucinating.

The guard tossed us each a blanket: “Find a bed.”

There were no pillows. The room was ice cold, and one blanket wasn’t enough. Around me, women lay curled into themselves, heads covered, looking like a room full of corpses. This place made the last jail feel like the Four Seasons.

I kept telling myself: Do not let this break you.

Thirty of us shared one room. We were given one Styrofoam cup for water and one plastic spoon that we had to reuse for every meal. I eventually had to start trying to eat and, sure enough, I got sick. None of the uniforms fit, and everyone had men’s shoes on. The towels they gave us to shower were hand towels. They wouldn’t give us more blankets. The fluorescent lights shined on us 24/7.

Everything felt like it was meant to break you. Nothing was explained to us. I wasn’t given a phone call. We were locked in a room, no daylight, with no idea when we would get out.

I tried to stay calm as every fiber of my being raged towards panic mode. I didn’t know how I would tell Britt where I was. Then, as if sent from God, one of the women showed me a tablet attached to the wall where I could send emails. I only remembered my CEO’s email from memory. I typed out a message, praying he would see it.

He responded.

Through him, I was able to connect with Britt. She told me that they were working around the clock trying to get me out. But no one had any answers; the system made it next to impossible. I told her about the conditions in this new place, and that was when we decided to go to the media.

She started working with a reporter and asked whether I would be able to call her so she could loop him in. The international phone account that Britt had previously tried to set up for me wasn’t working, so one of the other women offered to let me use her phone account to make the call.

We were all in this together.

With nothing to do in my cell but talk, I made new friends – women who had risked everything for the chance at a better life for themselves and their families.

Through them, I learned the harsh reality of seeking asylum. Showing me their physical scars, they explained how they had paid smugglers anywhere from $20,000 to $60,000 to reach the US border, enduring brutal jungles and horrendous conditions.

One woman had been offered asylum in Mexico within two weeks but had been encouraged to keep going to the US. Now, she was stuck, living in a nightmare, separated from her young children for months. She sobbed, telling me how she felt like the worst mother in the world.

Many of these women were highly educated and spoke multiple languages. Yet, they had been advised to pretend they didn’t speak English because it would supposedly increase their chances of asylum.

Some believed they were being used as examples, as warnings to others not to try to come.

Women were starting to panic in this new facility, and knowing I was most likely the first person to get out, they wrote letters and messages for me to send to their families.

It felt like we had all been kidnapped, thrown into some sort of sick psychological experiment meant to strip us of every ounce of strength and dignity.

We were from different countries, spoke different languages and practiced different religions. Yet, in this place, none of that mattered. Everyone took care of each other. Everyone shared food. Everyone held each other when someone broke down. Everyone fought to keep each other’s hope alive.

I got a message from Britt. My story had started to blow up in the media.

Almost immediately after, I was told I was being released.

My Ice agent, who had never spoken to me, told my lawyer I could have left sooner if I had signed a withdrawal form, and that they hadn’t known I would pay for my own flight home.

From the moment I arrived, I begged every officer I saw to let me pay for my own ticket home. Not a single one of them ever spoke to me about my case.

To put things into perspective: I had a Canadian passport, lawyers, resources, media attention, friends, family and even politicians advocating for me. Yet, I was still detained for nearly two weeks.

Imagine what this system is like for every other person in there.

A small group of us were transferred back to San Diego at 2am – one last road trip, once again shackled in chains. I was then taken to the airport, where two officers were waiting for me. The media was there, so the officers snuck me in through a side door, trying to avoid anyone seeing me in restraints. I was beyond grateful that, at the very least, I didn’t have to walk through the airport in chains.

To my surprise, the officers escorting me were incredibly kind, and even funny. It was the first time I had laughed in weeks.

I asked if I could put my shoelaces back on.

“Yes,” one of them said with a grin. “But you better not run.”

“Yeah,” the other added. “Or we’ll have to tackle you in the airport. That’ll really make the headlines.”

I laughed, then told them I had spent a lot of time observing the guards during my detention and I couldn’t believe how often I saw humans treating other humans with such disregard. “But don’t worry,” I joked. “You two get five stars.”

When I finally landed in Canada, my mom and two best friends were waiting for me. So was the media. I spoke to them briefly, numb and delusional from exhaustion.

It was surreal listening to my friends recount everything they had done to get me out: working with lawyers, reaching out to the media, making endless calls to detention centers, desperately trying to get through to Ice or anyone who could help. They said the entire system felt rigged, designed to make it nearly impossible for anyone to get out.

The reality became clear: Ice detention isn’t just a bureaucratic nightmare. It’s a business. These facilities are privately owned and run for profit.

Companies like CoreCivic and GEO Group receive government funding based on the number of people they detain, which is why they lobby for stricter immigration policies. It’s a lucrative business: CoreCivic made over $560m from Ice contracts in a single year. In 2024, GEO Group made more than $763m from Ice contracts.

The more detainees, the more money they make. It stands to reason that these companies have no incentive to release people quickly. What I had experienced was finally starting to make sense.

[rowretro]

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞

SUNGHOON GOES TO INDIA

♡Warnings: kissing, mentions of drowning, possibly suggestive, blood, idk what else

♡Synopsis: For my desi gurlies, especially vijay fans, im personally neutral but more a thala fan, but idk, I think you'll get some of the references, for my non-desi readers, it'll just be a very cute and crazy ff of Hoon's love life<3 ill do Jungwon justice in another ff T-T (perhaps another desi reference one?)

DISCLAIMER!!! I would like to say that the idols or just names mentioned in this ff, are obviously not a representation of them irl or how I feel about it. Like it or not, I can't be bothered to look for fake names. I simply think of a name on the spot, I believe Mia is the only fake name I came up w

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He's simply here for a wedding, that's all, in India for the wedding of his dear friend, and somehow, this quiet, innocent-looking man, has caused a vehicle accident, a cone speaker landing on the head of the man who offered him a lift. Now poor Jungwon's hair is a massive cone and he doesn't even realize. Guilty, Sunghoon sat by as he watched Jungwon in the water, realization washing in as he saw his beautiful reflection. His gorgeous face and his nice hair are a big cone. "IS THIS WHY YOU KEPT LOOKING AT THE SKY WHILE I WAS YELLING AT YOU?" Jungwon asked as Sunghoon slowly nodded.

However, his guilt faded. The sound of girls giggling and splashing about could be heard, and he just couldn't focus on Won's lecture. Instead, he swam by to see the gorgeous woman, water being sprayed at her as she stood on a big stone, trying not to get in the water with her friends. Her long lashes, toothy smile, and god her body... Sunghoon get your mind out of the gutter and think of a good plan. He looked at the water he was in and smirked. He had a plan.

"Guys! Look he's drowning-" one of the girls called out as they all brought him to shore. "It's a shame such a handsome boy had to drown..." Mia said with a pout "Check if there's life in the body- I mean man" Kazuha told y/n, as she rested her head against his chest to hear for a heartbeat. Sunghoon's hand slightly shook at this feeling. He's already got a crush on this pretty woman, he's started this stupid plan, and he better go through with it without getting a restraining order.

"Let me do the deed!" Mia said, as she tried to push on his stomach to get the water out. Seeing that it didn't work, Kazuha turned to y/n, the only one who studied abroad so she wouldn't face the backlash of practically kissing someone "I'm about to get married... you know what our families are like... it's ok if you're saving a life right?" she asks as y/n bit her lip before placing them on his, trying to get water out. Sunghoon felt his heart beating. Damn, a kiss before they even get to talk? "this is so sad, look at how he's yearning to breathe!" Zuha pointed out as y/n spat the water out, her eyes on the man again, his lips pouting for another kiss. She slaps him.

"Get up and stop acting." she scolds as Sunghoon opens his eyes, sitting up mesmerized by her beauty, "look at him. how he's staring! Stupid! idiot! Nonsense! Scoundrel! You- what the hell do you think about me you little bitch" her scolds sound like music to him. "Are you crazy?! you useless illiterate goon, do you have a brain? how dare you! I will kill you! I will slap you" "he's so not cute... his face is,,, not him," Mia said. With that she left, after throwing something at him, but it landed on poor Jungwon's tall hair, knocking him into the water yet again.

Sunghoon made his way into the massive home where he'd be staying, unaware of the fact his crush was also accommodated there. She hid under the bed, waiting for him to go. Only for him to strip before her, his dirty undies landing on her head, as she saw something she didn't want to see... It's going time. Sunghoon was showering, so she unscrewed the bed and chairs, in fact why not also electrocute him?. Kazuha helped her dear friend, switching off the main as she messed with the wires, "switch it on when you hear me whistle" she said. Big mistake.

Sunghoon, unbeknownst to the danger awaiting him walks into the room whistling. Hearing the whistling, Zuha turned the main on, and poor y/n got electrocuted, nodding her head and humming due to the electrocution. "Oh, what are you doing here?... Do you want a kiss? let me close the door then... oh you don't want me to? ok let me just come over, damn you scolded me so passionately there, but want me so badly now? I just can't understand these girls" Before he knew it, he too was being electrocuted by her lips on his cheek, literally. Hell Jungwon saw this scene through an open door, poor man just had to get an expensive haircut, and here he was, to scold Sunghoon and get his money, but instead...

Both Y/n and Jungwon were kissing Sunghoon's cheeks now. Kazuha looked through the window to see how it was going, just to see the man being kissed both ways. She switched off the main, and they went flying, landing on the screwless bed, that broke down just like that. Sunghoon smiled, taking it as she was literally lying on top of him, scolding him again. Even as she left, he didn't realize he was lying on top of poor Jungwon...

Sunghoon found himself at a bar drunk out of his mind as he was paying for himself and Jungwon. A peace treaty for putting him through torture since they landed in India. "Yo, waiter... why is this CD so small?" he asks as the waiter frowns "That's not a CD that's a vada appa" he says. "A Padayappa Cd? Then put it on I wanna hear the songs-" "No it's a vada that you eat." the waiter clarifies "Then why does this one have a hole and that one doesn't?" He asks, clearly drunk.

Who knew that taking Jungwon to the bar to treat him, would become hell for Jungwon, Sunghoon walked around questioning everyone whether a fish has legs, as they ran away in fear, "Won why are you sweating so much?" he asked so casually. "For the chaos you're causing how can I possibly not sweat?" he says so calmly "Here wipe it away with this cloth" he says throwing the snake in this direction "SNAKE! SNAKE!" Jungwon yelled as everyone ran here and there scrambling to leave "a-a snake- I had a snake around me?!" Sunghoon questioned.

"HELP- HELP-" Jungwon frowned, as he heard a girl scream for help not too far away. it wasn't too loud, but he could make it out, he shook Sunghoon, as he saw her banging on the window, waving. "Hoon that girl needs help!" Jungwon said as Hoon just shrugged him off "It's the girl you keep torturing- I-I mean loving very sweetly" Before Jungwon could even turn to him Sunghoon went running. Just as she was running out of her room, he was running toward him, the 2 colliding as she fell on him. Turns out it was just a massive cockroach.

It's been a while since he left India and that girl was still on his head, should he perhaps go back to India? As he was thinking of what to do, he heard his sister rolling a suitcase into the house while dragging in a girl "You're going to love it here, I can't believe you left me for 2 weeks to go to India~ you have got to sleep over for at least a week!" Wonyoung said as pulled her dear friend to her room. Sunghoon's eyes were immediately wide, a smile on his face as he watched her. She lives here. In Korea.

"You mean he's your brother?!" Y/n asked Wonyoung as she nodded. Shit. She fucked up. Y/n saw him in the mall so she hired a few men to just gently threaten him... but apparently it went very wrong and he's in bed scared and in pain, and on top of that, he's her best friend's brother?! "I get that he's annoying but I just don't know who would do such a thing..." Wonyoung sighed "I did..." Y/n said clearly guilty, Wonyoung stared at her shocked, but she was glad she let Y/n explain. "I get it... but he's really hurt y/n... perhaps you should apologize." Wonyoung said, rubbing y/n's back as y/n nodded.

Without further ado, she found herself at the open door of Sunghoon's room. "Sunghoon?..." that sweet honey voice "NO NO DON'T HURT ME NO!" he screamed dramatically, hiding by his bed, wrapped in his duvet. "I'm so sorry- it's ok- it's just me..." she called out soothingly as he crawled back to his bed "I hear your sweet voice but I can't make out your face due to the beatings..." he said as she stepped closer, his hand went up her waist, to her arm, to her shoulder than her face, he felt her lips, squishing then a little "Y/n?" he said, as she stared in shock "yes it is me-".

Who knew her apology would result in y/n rubbing vapour rub on both sides of his chest, as he fell asleep on her lap with a smile gracing his lips. "My dear sister you helped your brother's love life... in the many mistakes I made you helped me resolve them... would you like some ice cream?" Sunghoon asked Wonyoung as she smiled "how'd it go? did you clear up you misunderstandings?... from what I heard from her she seems pretty mad and you seemed pretty annoying..." she said as Sunghoon shrugged. "I tapped so much bullshit, not even a crazy person would believe me but she did." he started as Wonyoung saw y/n behind him, but he just let him go on

After a while she felt bad and told him to look behind "why is it a snake? I help one around my neck you know?" "No it's a ghost- I have nothing to do with this!" Wonyoung claimed walking away as Y/n chased Sunghoon around the whole house, eventually tripping and falling on him. "Sunhgoon I got some- oh god... leave me out of this, me and my hair have been through enough," he said walking away as Sunghoon rested on top of her, his head in his hand staring at her. "You're so beautiful up close... it's a shame god has to force us into these scenarios no?" he asks as y/n slaps his chest and gets up to leave

Ever since she stayed over at Wonyoung's for a little, she couldn't stop thinking about him. His playfulness, the way he'd act all innocent when caught red-handed, how despite being a little annoying fuck, he kept his boundaries as much as he could, in fact, he got the chance to be sweet to her while he had her there and honestly, despite the crazy shit he's done, he seems so... sweet. She thinks about him so much, in fact, every channel every video he's there, in fact, she could've sworn she saw him in her room holding her laptop, but no, it was all in her head. She then remembered she had his number...

The 2 were sat on the beach, y/n was too shy to say anything while Sunghoon couldn't help but steal glances at her pretty face. "I'll get to the point of why I called you here... here's a picture of me and my fiancee," he said as y/n frowned. It was an edited photo of him and one of his friends, Heeseung, edited as a woman. "My dad's dad's dad and her dad's dad's dad made an agreement that their firstborn kids should get married, to their dismay, on this side was a boy, and this side was a boy then this side was a girl and that side was also a girl, to the luck of My dad's dad's dad and her dad's dad's dad, me and this girl were born, hence we now have to get married," Sunghoon explained.

If he could take a shot for all the stupid things he's done to land a girl, Sunghoon would be blackout drunk, but here he was, sitting before a very drunk, mad y/n. She slumped in her chair after downing another shot glass. "go on mate." she said "like I was saying- my dad's dad's dad-" he immediately got cut off. "Your dad's dad's dad and this lovely girl's dad's dad's dad, made an agreement that their firstborn kids should get married, to their dismay, on this side was a boy, and this side was a boy then this side was a girl and that side was also a girl, but because of fucking fate of your dad's dad's dad and her dad's dad's dad, you and this bitch was born and now you must get married right?! enough of that shit." she yelled mad. As Sunghoon gulped.

"WHAT'S GOING THROUGH THAT DUMB HEAD YOU MADAGASCAR?!" y/n asked mad as he stuttered "you know my dad's dad's dA AHHH- NOT ME DEAR GOD-" he yelled as y/n flipped the table, pulling him back when he tried to run "Yoi. I was practically one of the most gorgeous girls in my high school days, even after I graduated so many rich men would still ask me out. but no my stupid ass thought I'd end up with a smart cute, lovely man who would love me for me. Instead, I have you, you Manga." she said as Sunghoon blinked "Mango- huh?" he asked as y/n smacked him "The y/n who never thought she'd fall for anyone saw a man with such alluring eyes, despite all the mischief his face still has that innocent look, your not too over the top gym body, your gentleness, your style, your dance, your fight, seeing all this I fell for you." she drunkenly admitted, as she fell, Sunghoon catching her immediately. Y/n flipped up and looked at him with a smile "Stupid" she said one last time before passing out on him.

"And that's how my crazy brother ended up marrying such a gorgeous girl." Wonyoung ended as The friends laughed "I never thought she would fall for him, but I'm not gonna lie, they were made for each other" Kazuha added. "And I helped Jungwon find his true love too..." "Yeah, how did he repay your torture?" Jay asked as Jungwon sighed "I wouldn't say repay, but it's one crazy love story" Jungwon sighed.

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A/n: I feel this may have been too cringe and weird, but- hey Indian movies, especially arnd the 2000s-2010s era have alw been like this. What are you opinions desi and non desi readers?

[akira-shima]

Yuichiro Tokito x F! reader

Warning: might have spoilers if you haven't seen Muichiro's backstory!

Note: both reader and Yuichiro are minors so no weird stuff mentioned. The fic takes place right after both twins lost their parents.

- contains fluff

- caring Yuichiro mentioned

Enjoy!~ 🎀💖🌷🌸

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Pic from pinterest

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Two twin brothers were walking down the mountain to chop trees and carry some wood as they usually did. Even after loosing their parents in such tragic ways, they still need to move forward and survive.

Both busy with their own stuff, yet the older twin took note of someone's presence, he yells, "who the heck is there?!"

As he spots you, his eyes narrow and you can tell he was not gonna let it off so easily judging by his angry expression. Possibly trying to intimidate you, he grips on his axe tightly.

As you slowly walk towards him as he commanded you to reveal yourself, his expression quickly changed, maybe slightly softer as he noticed it was just a small girl, seemingly very scared of his presence. He is also quick to notice the blood stains over your clothes, pehaps you were hurt and lost your way? The twins did live in a rather secluded area so the chances of a young girl, almost the same age as them, is bound to get lost here.

"so..you say you are lost huh? how did you even get here and with that wound?" He said as he slowly approached you but also loosening his grip on the axe now. You explain the situation to him, sounding traumatised, how you were simply playing with your friends, but as you got deeper into the woods, you got separated and got lost. You also foolishly tried to climb a tree to spot a way from higher place and clearly fell in the process, resulting in your wound.

While explaining the situation, you automatically started tearing up, ofc you dont mean no harm, it was clear to yuichiro now, and seeing your state, he definitely can't just ask you to leave.

"what about your parents...do they know where you are?" he asked hesitantly.

Your simple response was to nod no.

"So they dont know you are here? You just took off without telling them anything?" he was frowning a bit. He seemed a bit worried and concerned but it quickly faded away when you said that they indeed knew about you playing but not about being lost part.

Yuichiro sighed as he heard your answer. He saw that you were trying to wipe away your tears and he...actually felt bad for you.

"That was a risky thing to do..running off and leaving your parents worried like that"

He then knelt down in front of you and looked at your scraped knee, examining it before asking you to sit down so he can treat it before the infection spreads.

While you struggled to walk properly, since your entire leg hurt, you could only tug onto his clothes for support and he surprisingly let you do so. He not only let you use him as support but also slowed down to match your pace.

As he started treating your wound, you asked him a question out of curiosity, "why do you carry that axe?"

"for cutting wood and self defence. the woods arent exactly safe with wild animals and all and the axe is one of our only weapons."

"ohh..." you just kept your gaze on your knee that he was almost done wrapping. "You live alone then? because you are so cautious of your surroundings.."

He only gave you a quick glance before looking towards the entrance of his small house, "no...i live with my younger twin brother, Muichiro."

After finaly treating your knee properly, you try standing up and feel much better. Yuichiro asked you if you know your way back now? And of course you did not... In the end he had to drop you off to your house. He told his brother to be cautious as he left his house to walk you to the exit of the woods.

You both slowly walked, with him taking glances at you from while to while to make sure your knee is ok.

"I never got your name..." you said as you looked at him waiting for his name.

"Yuichiro..Tokito...and you are?"

"Yuichiro...my name is _____"

He smiled as you repeated his name, but quickly hid it, "Thats a nice name..."

"um...Yuichiro...thank you so much..." you said showing gratefulness.

He could only smirk and say "sure kid"

KID?!

Just how old is he? you were offended and looked at him as he just did a crime.

"what?! you cant say that, im almost 10, i bet you are same age as me!"

He could only try not to laugh because he was indeed older than you, but he found your reaction hilarious and decides to stay silent about his age. You could only pout the entire time before you reached the exit.

You saw your parents standing there worriedly looking for you, it took you no time to burst into tears and run to hug them.

"MOM! DAD!" you immediately yelled tugging so tightly on thier clothes.

Yuichiro could only watch you from afar...he felt a pang of something. Was it jelousy? No it felt different. He shook his head, pushing the feeling away and tried to focus on the moment. He was relieved to see you finally get home, glad you were now safe.

After finally calming down, you point towards Yuichiro, "Thats Yuichiro! He saved me and treated my knee." Your mother and father looked in Yuichiro's direction, following where you were pointing. They both walked up to him, still holding onto you.

"Yuichiro, you are the one who helped our daughter? Thank you so much" your father said practically tearing up. You peeked from behind giving him a smile showing gratitude.

Yuichiro smiled lightly at your gratitude, waving a hand nonchalantly. "It was nothing, really...She got lost and hurt her knee. Its all taken care of now, so no need to worry..."

He looked at you, noticing the smile on your face. He couldn't help but feel proud of himself for some reason. As the parents showed their gratitude to Yuichiro once last time before they decided to leave, turning their backs to him, he couldnt help but feel the sense of emptiness. But you quickly turn your head back to him and wave him a goodbye, smiling ever so brightly. This was the first time he saw you smile as much as he has spent his time with you.

The sunset did not help him either, the rays shining on your face made you glow even more, illuminating your hair in a way it looked radiant. The slight blush on your face and the excitement in your eyes...it was a captivating. He found himself staring at you for a few seconds longer than necessary before he snapped out of it, forcing himself to look away.

"...cute"

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[daylightstring]

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ my success stories so far

disclaimer: i’m posting this just for the sake of sharing my results and hopefully motivating someone 💕. the law is very, very real. it may take some time to fully understand it or make it ‘click,’ but with persistence comes success! no, these aren’t all of my success stories. i don’t want to attach photo results for these bc of privacy reasons obvi.

also, in the nicest way possible, pls don’t constantly message me about this. i am not a coach or anything of the sort, just a person who understands the law well but i still have a life of my own!

˖⋆࿐໋ i. fuller lips. i don’t want to post a before-and-after pic of this for privacy reasons, especially since my future will involve being in the spotlight (🙈). however, @aesaekki can vouch for my results.

what did i do? i listened to this subliminal and simply assumed that my lips were fuller! no ifs, no hows. my reality had no choice but to reflect that back to me. my lips are super full now, similar to aishwarya rai's!

˖⋆࿐໋ ii. airpods. this was probably my first ‘big’ manifestation, and it’s a bit old hahaha (back from my law of attraction phase). i saved a pic of airpods to my pinterest board and forgot about it tbh. i wasn’t even specifically manifesting airpods, but my brother gave me $150 in cash out of nowhere (which was a miracle in itself), and the second miracle was that the airpods went on sale for exactly $150 despite them being around $200 in my country. this was also when there was no sales happening.

˖⋆࿐໋ iii. different eye shape and face shape. i used to have an oblong face shape (19 cm), but now i have a heart-shaped face (around 15 cm)! my eyes were rounder before, but now they’re almond-shaped and much bigger. for this, i had a clear vision of my desired appearance and kept affirming that i already had it. i have a pinterest board called 'feautres' which helps me visualise. i listened to some subs on and off, but my main ‘method’ was just affirming.

˖⋆࿐໋ iv. getting into my desired university. this was a mix of manifestation and hard work! i love school and studied super hard, but my dream university was one of the best in my state, so even my studying might not have been enough. however, i am the exception to every rule. i got into my dream course, and uni has been amazing and honestly so easy so far! the day before acceptance results, my self-concept was super high, i kept reminding myself that i already got in. and i did!

˖⋆࿐໋ v. height increase, weight loss, model body. ok so i’m asian, and my whole life ppl told me i would be short forever. at some point, i internalised it. but after discovering the law, i realized that was just an assumption being forced on me. so i started assuming what i actually wanted!

i also improved my diet and worked out regularly, which definitely helped. i listened to specific subs for the height and weight i wanted. that’s pretty much it. i never beat myself up over this, nor did i ever feel disappointed. i just lived with the confidence that i already had my desired height and body.

˖⋆࿐໋ vi. quantum jumping for my identity shift. this is my favorite success story. i used to be painfully shy, and it wasn’t benefiting me in the slightest. i researched quantum jumping and decided, once and for all, that i was gonna change my entire personality.

i listened to some subs and meditations, which helped, but the real results didn’t come until i found this one meditation. and oh. my. god. i physically felt a bright yellow light pouring down on my body, and when i got up, my hands felt lighter (?). i don’t even know how to describe it.

after that meditation, my life has not been the same. i wanted a personality with the positive traits of blair waldorf, maddy perez, glinda, and jennie kim. that’s exactly how i would describe myself now. and having this new personality has definitely made manifestation easier bc confidence is the elixir for skillful reality creation.

that’s all i feel like sharing for now 💕

i have stories about manifesting money, sp’s, getting desired clothes but those aren’t that ‘major’ imo.

i’ve only been actively practicing the law for about five months. i have bigger manifestations in the works, and i’ll def post a major success story about my life doing a full 180° if i’m still on tumblr. but that’s not really something i want to happen right now hahaha.

again, i hope this motivates u, but pls don’t bombard me with questions about it, i have uni and other things to focus on! i love uuuuu

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

so for a decent chunk of time now i have been thinking to myself that i need to like really enter the phase of my life where i read seriously for artistic purposes ie read as a writer, which i have kept putting off for various reasons including what taking that goal seriously requires admitting to myself, but this year is the year, i have decided, and am doing ok at this so far. one of the strands of this process is that i am trying to catch up on some of the holes in my reading by reading for example authors considered major that i have thus far totally ignored. the mental list of shoulds has been percolating for longer than i’ve been back into reading. all of this is a long way of saying that not without feeling weird about it i am currently for the first time reading a book by alice munro, who was revealed last year to have treated her daughter with monstrous callousness after being informed of her daughter’s sexual abuse at the hands of munro’s husband. this post is not about that or about my weird feelings (mostly not about those), i just think that with this information still so new and munro’s reputation still so huge it would be off to talk about her without mentioning it. for what it’s worth i’d avoided her since well before then because as i have expressed before i tend not to love short stories and nothing about the way people talked about her fiction made it seem like she would be the exception, except maybe for the fact that everyone in the world is crazy about her stuff.

anyway. so i went with hateship friendship courtship loveship marriage bc that seemed to be the famousest one. the first story i liked a lot and really really admired from a craft perspective. it’s structured like a perfect little music box and the plot is wacky but somehow step by step feels totally believable, so that by the end you feel like someone has played a trick on you but in a good way. i was like ah fuck i do get it. and also i was like, ah see but the thing about her quiet sparing prose style is that this story is actually incredibly plotty and intricately designed and full of action - quiet character based action but action nonetheless. this is a story where things actually happen, which is what a lot of stories lack. ok i have cracked the code! i am ready to read the rest of these stories and probably then not read her anymore because while she’s undeniably very good i simply do tend to prefer writers with different styles and preoccupations and that coupled with the situation makes me feel like i don’t need to prioritize diving in any deeper but perhaps my mind would change. either way ok. i get it. i get the munro thing.

however! then the next several stories were exactly the kind of boring “well observed” nothingburgers i usually harbor such distaste for. and i could still see that she was in many ways better at doing this kind of thing than a lot of people. (her characters feel distinct from one another, which, you know? they don’t always. and her ear is not bad. i would not say i enjoy the way she uses language but her ear is not bad.) and there was the occasional detail i appreciated. but overall it just did not add up to enough for me to give a shit. i didn’t get to the end and think “ah, a magic trick” or “wow, real life.” i didn’t have any feelings at all and was also pretty bored. and actually i have started to kind of suspect that maybe i have more strongly negative feelings about certain traits in her writing than “don’t get it, not for me,” but i have to think about that a little more and maybe finish the collection before i can articulate that grievance. i mean she did win a nobel prize. for reasons of my own intellectual integrity i should read a whole book before i decide i think maybe she’s [redacted].

anyway. mostly i made this post because i decided to read or at least start her next story while treadmill strolling and i got as far as the bottom of the first page and read “in the countryside where i lived as a child, wells would go dry in the summer” and was like “fuck you.” and i wanna be clear that i know this is not a meaningful criticism and in fact possibly reflects poorly on my incurable city bitch blinders. i’m just sharing that i had such a strong aversion to you want me to read about fucking wells??????? that for the time being i simply could not bring myself to keep going although at some point i will because i am building readerly discipline. but. my god. 30 pages ahead of me of quiet spare unobtrusive (read: uninteresting) prose and you want to talk about fucking wells.

[yokumirumerafan]

Hi there I just got a random thought that I was wondering if you could do a request of: How would the my hero boys react to finding out the reader (there s/o or crush) was hiding a bad injury they got during a battle and they didn’t find out when reader passes out from blood loss or just general exhaustion right after the win. (If possible could you do Aizawa, Kirishima, Sero, Bakugo, Shinso, Denki, and I know that’s a lot of characters but if possible also Mina I don’t know how you’d feel about adding her to the list since she’s not a guy)

Ok first of all... I'm bi and Mina is fine asf

Second That's a nice idea!

Aizawa Shota (Eraser Head)

Initially calm but secretly worried.

Pissed off that you hid the injury, but scared deep down.

Curses under his breath while carrying you to safety.

Lectures you after you’re patched up, but with a quiet concern.

"I told you not to be reckless... You're lucky you're still here."

Kirishima Eijiro

Pure worry and frustration.

Panics when he sees you unconscious.

Tries to stay calm but shows his concern through words and actions.

Gently scolds you for being reckless, but his relief is obvious.

"Don’t you ever do that again! I don't care how tough you are, we’re a team, remember?"

Sero Hanta

Shocked when you collapse, immediately tries to stop the bleeding.

Tries to joke but is scared and worried.

Once safe, demands an explanation for why you hid the injury.

Keeps reminding you to be safe, promises no more secrets.

"Why didn’t you tell me? I don’t care how small it seemed, you should’ve told me!"

Bakugo Katsuki

A mix of rage and panic when he finds you passed out.

Furious at you for hiding the injury, but deeply worried.

Softens after you’re safe, grips your hand tightly.

Gently reprimands you in his own angry way.

"Dammit, you’re lucky I’m not blowing up over this! What the hell were you thinking?"

Shinso Hitoshi

Quiet but deeply concerned when you collapse.

Immediately reacts to get you to safety.

Calm but serious voice, demands to know why you didn’t tell him.

Worries about you, anger at being kept in the dark.

"I... I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. Don’t make me go through that again."

Denki Kaminari

Frantic, full of worry when you pass out.

Curses and asks if you're okay every second.

Once you’re safe, a mix of annoyance and concern.

Softens the situation with jokes to lighten the mood.

"Why the heck didn’t you tell me?! I can’t handle you going all tough on me like that!"

Mina Ashido

Immediately worried when she sees you pass out.

Rushes to help, scolds you gently for hiding it.

Full of warmth and reassurance, keeps you calm.

After you're patched up, a bit teary but smiling and protective.

"What the heck, you’re supposed to be my partner! Don’t hide stuff from me, okay?"

Let me know if this works! 😊

[serailovesbagelsetc]

Ok hear me out and look at these :

(nooo he’s wearing the same outfit at the end of the movie.why?? Elrond has changed luxurious robes 16 times by now!!)

(help this gif above always makes me laugh oh my god) Anyway,continuing-

There just is no way to deny that this was as close to a similar look they could get between Annatar and Celeborn without it literally being the same outfit and hair. There’s absolutely no reason for him to be dressed like this-no one else in the entirety of Eregion is rocking this fashion or this sad colour. We all mostly agree on why it was engineered this way too 👀

And now, listen to my vision-what if they just kept putting him in different,existing elf-inspired looks? And they just never address it so it just gets funnier and funnier

Redhead :

Naturally,he has to have the same hip to shoulder ratio and also the same hair and gait.Obviously.

Brunette :

Hugo Weaving Elrond (I was going to do Lindir but I ran into this gif and it made me snort so loudly that I had to use it somehow) Now,it’s imperative that he must wear that painful-looking, forehead-restricting crown/tiara and walk like… whatever is happening in this gif

Blonde :

he has to end what he started with Annatar

(Again- must have identical waist to hip ratio, as well as beautiful but terrifying smile. Also he cannot trip on the robes just like she didn’t, but he has to do it without her magic which tells physics to fuck off) He also must move like this.

[witchygagirlwrites]

A Little Help

Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x Reader

In which Jay and Erin are tired of you and Mouse dancing around each other

Semi-suggestive

Mouse watched you walk across the bullpen, following Kevin down the stairs. You and him were going to interview a witness that had just popped up in the case. He turned his attention back to the computer in front of him trying to concentrate on what the hell he was supposed to be doing, not on you. “Man, this is getting pathetic” Jay muttered, plopping down on the edge of his desk.

Mouse cut his eyes up “What? The case?” Jay rolled his eyes “No, you” “What the hell is that supposed to mean Halstead?” Mouse asked and Jay waved a hand towards the stairs “You following her around like a kicked puppy. Her blushing when you wire her up. It’s adorable really but you two are too freaking old to have crushes. I have overheard her and Erin talking one too many times. I’m having trouble looking you in the eye”

Mouse raised an eyebrow at that “Why’s that?” Jay shook his head “She’s told Erin everything from how amazing you are to things she’d let you do to her” Mouse felt his entire face warm up to the tip of his ears and Jay slapped his shoulder “Dude, just tell her. She’s not going to turn you down” he nodded “I will after this case, I don’t want her distracted in the field” 

Jay stood up and nodded “I’m holding you to it” 

A break in the case had finally happened. One of Jay’s C.I.s had actually come through with the location of the safehouse the crew was using. Mouse tracked their phone and sure enough they were all regularly there. “Gear up, we’ll roll in five” Voight told everyone so you all headed downstairs.

You slipped your vest over your head and turned to Kevin for him to adjust it as Mouse handed you your com. You slipped it into your ear and smiled at him “Thanks Greg” you were the only one on the unit that called him by his given name instead of Mouse. You had no problem with his nickname but you liked being the only one to call him Greg. Made you stand out to him. 

He nodded “Be careful” and kept moving to pass out the rest of the coms. You’d developed a thing for him well honestly not long after Jay dragged his ass in for the tech position. He was cute and sweet but then he started healing and getting better. He hit the gym and the barber and went from cute and sweet to DAMN.

“Get your eyes in your head woman” Erin teased and you winked at her “Yes ma’am” she shook her head and passed you one of the long guns “Drinks on Jay tonight” “I’m all for that!” Adam hollered and everyone cracked up laughing.

“Drinks later. Get your heads on straight” Voight spoke and everyone snapped to order. Nothing like that damn gravel filled voice to turn you all from kids on a playground to one of the if not the most successful units CPD had.

You walked back into the precinct, following Jay and Erin. The raid was successful. Only two members of the crew had gotten killed and no one on your side had taken losses. You headed to roll up to help put away gear and heard the two of them fall in behind you. “So what happened with that guy that asked you out?” Erin asked and you cut your eyes at her. She already knew this. Why was she asking?

“I told him no. He wasn’t my type” You caught her and Jay passed a look so you turned to look between them “You two are up to something” Jay shook his head “Us? No, never” “Yeah right” you scoffed and passed Jay your gear “In that case, put this away please. You’re taller than me anyways” and headed upstairs.

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You were walking across the parking lot to your car, Jay and Mouse were in front of you and Erin was back next to you, trying to talk you into Mollys. “Jay will buy your drinks” you shrugged “Ok, I’ll come” she grinned “Yes! We’ll see you there” she bumped your hip with her own and ran up to whisper something in Jay’s ear.

You shook your head and broke off from the three of them to head to your car. Jay’s truck was parked next to Mouse’s car. 

You walked into Mollys and heard Erin call your name before you ever got into the door completely. You spotted her at the bar so you made a beeline for her. She slipped her arm into yours and spun you around “Stella, please put this lovely lady’s drinks on Jay’s tab as well for the night” Stella nodded “Of course, what ya want babe?” “Just a beer Stel” she popped a long neck open for you and slid it across “There ya go”

You took a swig then looked at Erin “Ok, I’m here. Why am I here?” she shrugged “What do you mean?” you shook your head “Don’t pull the innocent ask Lindsay” she grinned “Maybe Mouse is here” you groaned “Nope, I am not following in yours and Jays footsteps. In place romances do not work” she gasped “We are working just fine” 

You nodded “Yeah after he nearly died and you went in and risked your life to save him” she shrugged “Whatever works” you took another swig of the beer “I’m leaving” “No, you’re not” she grabbed your arm but you shook your head “No, I am not having my friends set me up” 

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“And if it’s not your friends setting you up, if it's just your friends giving a little shove?” you turned around and Mouse was behind you with that damn grin on his face that always made your heart flip a little “What?” you asked and Erin laughed lightly “That’s my cue for an exit” 

Mouse watched her go then held his hand out. You put your free one in it and let him lead you to a table off by itself. You sat down and he sat across from you. You found yourself picking at the label of the bottle. “Is what Jay said true?” he asked and your eyes flew up “What did Jay say?” 

“Something about overhearing you talk to Erin?” you felt your face warm “Oh god, what all did he hear?” the grin on Mouse’s face told you he heard enough. “Oh god, I’m gonna have to transfer out of intelligence so you don’t lose your job. I can’t look you in the eyes” you sat the beer down and covered your face.

Mouse reached across the table to take both of your hands in one of his and lower them “And if I feel the same? Then will you stay in intelligence?” you felt a smile slip onto your face “You feel the same?” he nodded "Especially about all the things I’d let you do to me part” he teased and you shoved his hands away playfully “Oh hush”

He grabbed your hands again “On a serious note sweetheart, I’ve had feelings for you for a while but didn’t want to mess things up but if you want me. Baby you can have me” you nodded slowly “Give me a kiss and I’ll give you an answer” he grinned “Ok” he stood up and walked around the table, turning you on the stool to face him. One of his hands gripped your chin lightly to tilt your face up to him. His lips started off feather light, teasing but when he felt you react to just that, your hands finding his waist to pull him closer he deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth as a light sound escaped you. 

He pulled back slightly and smiled down at you “What was that?” you laughed breathlessly “I want you” “Good” he replied before pulling you back for another kiss. “Get a room!” Jay’s voice called out causing you two to separate to glare at him across the bar considering he’d drawn everyone’s attention to the two of you. You shrugged “Not a bad idea” you slid off the barstool and grabbed Mouse’s hand before flipping Jay off and heading for the door, your exit followed by a chorus of laughter from everyone inside.

Once you were outside you turned to face Mouse and pulled him to you “What was that about everything we wanted to do to each other?” he grinned “Let’s go figure it out” 

[justsomeonenamedskyla]

sylph of life here! (a BUNCH of text below)

i think i mostly chose it through taking a bunch of quizzes n shit at first but the more i delve into the hells of general classpect analysis i started to think about it more

i remember before getting into homestuck one of my friends who waas trying to get me into it in the first place wanted me to figure out my classpect so i took the big hiveswap quiz or whatever it is and it said that i was a fuschia prospit life player then for the class my friend sent me a giant picture of all of da classpects and i basically just chose which outfit i liked da best at da time which ended up being a witch of life lol

n then after a bunch of quizzes i took after getting into homestuck kept telling me sylph (with varying aspects admittedly) i bit the bullet and decided i was a sylph timeskip to nearly a year after deciding that atp i still ponder what it means for me sometimes (since i don't necessarily mess around w life as an aspect as much as i do other ones like heart or light for example, mostly cuz of oc fixations) i definitely resonate with sylph as this meddling sort of class who feels da need to get involved with whatever your aspect is especially when u feel like there's a lack of it so you invite this sort of creation of your aspect like it's described as in textbook terms in other people, for them to then hopefully reciprocate that lack of aspect back to you in a weird passive roundabout way which i experience a lot tbh whether i wanna have to do that or not like aranea inviting the creation of "relevance" to characters like terezi n jake to fuel her need to be a part of the story (fueling her own relevance as a result of perpetrating it) for example (which might not be the greatest one tbh knowing how much it makes jake n terezi miserable as a result; but being "relevant" often ends up being really shitty anyways in homestuck and as a result other pieces of media cuz if you're in the spotlight then the author is going to make you suffer for the #narrative anyways no matter how much u idolize/romanticize it) and i think i stuck w/ Life as an aspect because i simply related to it da most whenever i heard discussion about it online or anything life as an aspect deals a lot w positivity n healing n growth n luxury and stuff like that which is something i focus on and advocate for a lot in my life so as a sylph of life i'd be trying to allow other people to experience this sort of luxury n healing n everything for themselves with the hope that one day maybe they'd do the same for me whether it be because i'm too afraid to directly ask for what i want myself (and try to be more Active i guess) no matter how much it eats at me or because i find that boosting these people up end up being the most fulfilling feeling to me cuz i like seeing them happy n all whenever i seem to be unable to fill whatever void i have myself whether it be a lack of Life or connection to others (like a lone flower who yearns for da comfort of a garden or something idk Life is pretty plant-y right) which often leads to mixed or unexpected results on my end lol (/generally positive?) all of my fumbling around being either intentional or not (most often being the latter lol) so yes i am a people pleaser thank you for NOT asking. (SILLY) (at least i'm aware of it ig? lol) no wonder i relate i lot to characters like feferi (another witch of life mention lol) because she tries so hard to make others feel ok and well so she can feel like a perfect potential queen bee with the ability to make all of alternia (and by extension herself) happy again who her ancestor, the condesce isn't/wasn't (albeit in her more witch-y manipulation/change-y based ways rather than my sylph-y creating it/meddle-y/opinion-y ways, though there is a lot of overarching overlap lol) i also feel like the Sylph's described Quest/goal is to truly act upon those needs/opinions instead of hanging on the sidelines fits a lot for me, especially knowing that's probably the Biggest Thing I Need to Work On With Myself rn (and knowing I've been struggling w/ that 4 a long time)

and i know that individually/separately, both Sylphs and Life Players are both super stubborn when it comes to their ideals/beliefs/goals; so realizing this quest is going to take a LOT of effort to push through (which also fits really well for me, apparently) if worse comes to worst, i am definitely wordy enough to be a sylph, LOL. (as i read back through this in my drafts) i feel like i've thought a lot more about why i chose this classpect in this post than i really have ever now that i think about it but if anything i feel more attached to it haha i am the star. it's me. hell fucking yes. this was a great excuse to ramble about it and work out my classpecting muscles (which could be all droopy n flimsy for all i know lol)! i had a ton of fun writing this :3 so tl;dr (if you clicked on keep reading and quickly began to regret it as you tried to keep scrolling and scrolling down): i simply stumbled upon my choice willy-nilly and ended up realizing it was a surprisingly accurate way to describe me MUCH later on, when i finally thought about it for more than two seconds lol! n either if you did read through all of this somehow or not, i hope you have an awesome day! all of the smiles :333

i wish i got more qualitative responses from thieves, sylphs, heirs, & witches on these polls. if ur one of those… cmere. share anonstyle in my inbox if u want. i am very curious why u picked these classes.

[antiadvil]

hold on when did the subreddit add this rule lmao