#like am i grateful for any privileges i have? yes

[sailing-ever-west]

I think I'm too autistic to understand patriotism bro. Like why am i supposed to be in the "country where i happen to live" fandom

[luckybyler]

I’ve watched up to 4x03 so far + latest episodes of season 8, and I’ve come to the conclusion that Buck is the baby of the 118 family because he was assigned that role by them, not because of any inherent traits of him.

I’m not saying he isn’t impulsive and sometimes an idiot because he is, I’m saying that he’s not worse than everyone else, and yet they all keep the privilege of being treated like adults afterwards. And being the baby of the group can be a good thing, but it’s a bad thing when it makes people not take you seriously of treat you condescendingly, which is often the case with Buck.

I’ve seen Maddie stalk a 911 caller, Eddie became an illegal fighter and almost killed a guy, Hen PERFORM AN IMPROVISED TRACHEOTOMY INSIDE A MOVING VEHICLE, AS A PARAMEDIC, Bobby missed a shift because he relapsed in his binge drinking, Athena wiped her ass with police procedure several times, Abby got Buck’s number unethically to say the least… that’s what I remember from the top of my head right now. I’m sure there was more stuff. Most of them were reprimanded in some way of course, but again, all were treated like adults. Had Buck been in their place he would’ve never heard the end of it.

On the other hand, Buck constantly does adult things that are ignored or dismissed. Like, he gets along with children and is good at taking care of them. If this was any other guy, everyone would say “he’s a great dad/he’ll make a great dad one day”. But because it’s Buck, it means he’s “one of the kids” and gets the funny music. Or Maddie’s called “basically Buck’s mom” even though our introduction to her involved her arriving unannounced at his (Abby’s, but still) place, and Buck letting her stay with him, hooking her up with a job and helping her find and move to a new apartment, as normal brothers and sisters do. Or the lawsuit era of “you’re a selfish child who can’t understand that we’re doing this for your own good, also my son and I need you and you weren’t there to bail me out of jail”; or when he helped Athena organize a secret Christmas dinner at the 118 with all their loved ones and the group home, etc. and at the end she was like “see what you can do when you use your brain for good?” like, why don’t you just say “thank you Buck for helping me make Christmas happen” like a normal person, *Athena*? Why not keep the condescending comment to yourself? Or when Chim kicked him out of his house after half a day and then overstaying his welcome for at least a month the next season, then having his brother stay there. And I’m glad Bobby wasn’t affected by the radiation, but Buck had a point about the nosebleed.

And speaking of Bobby, I cannot emphasize enough how much he has never had to give Buck a shower (at least as far as episode 4x03), and yet Buck *has* had to give *Bobby* a shower at least once because he was so drunk he didn’t know who he was neighbours with. And how much if I was in Bobby’s place I wouldn’t be able to look at Buck in the eye afterwards and think “yes, I am the father in this relationship”.

I guess I relate to Buck’s situation a lot, but yeah. I’m not saying Buck is perfect or everyone should be so grateful to Buck or even that they can’t see him as the baby in a way, a good way. As in whimsy and baby blues. But he is an adult **and he acts like it**, so they need to start seeing him more as an equal.

[abcd-adventures]

Not an "easy read"--feel free to skip.

Friends, it has been a week. I am so. freakin. happy. to have zero plans today (other than, of course, catching up on a million chores). B even slept in until 6am. I was so grateful I'd turned my alarm off because that meant that I also slept in until 6am; I honestly cannot remember the last time I've done that. Even my mother coming out here to disrupt our quiet morning and make a jab at me about not going to church isn't going to derail this sense of peace. *eye roll. She's been sick, so I just casually asked her if she was going to church today. She responded, "Yes. Are you?" Look, man, I fully support anyone's spiritual or religious choices and practices so long as they're not harmful to others. Personally, I have never felt further away from my own sense of spirituality than I do in a church. It's not for me; I wish that didn't translate into my mother constantly in anguish about me going to hell, but what can you do. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway, on Monday, I left work to take a friend to the psych ER for severe SI and a transfer to inpatient. Let me tell you, that process is horrific. As a therapist--and just...you know...a human--I actually cannot think of much worse for a person having a mental health crisis than to be put into what is essentially a cell in a psych ER. (And, please don't come at me to explain why they are the way they are because I do actually know all of that but my statement stands.) Thankfully, I was able to stay with my friend and eventually even able to transport them myself--SEVEN HOURS LATER--to the inpatient hospital, but everyone else was there alone. I honestly cannot imagine. While there, I got a call from CPS...nothing like that to scare ten years off of your life. They were actually calling about one of C's siblings because they needed an adult relative to release said sibling to or they were going to have to spend the night in CPS custody. I am not actually a relative, but I explained that my son is and gave them his number and then called him to prep him and talk him through the situation. Holy. Shit. Our house is already full to bursting, so I gave him money to get a hotel nearby and some essentials and dinner. Then, the SAME NIGHT, my husband had to call in a wellness check on my MIL and said, "It just feels like this is the night I'm going to hear that they've found her dead." That was not the case, but she is...not doing well, but was doing well enough to refuse EMS intervention.

I am very grateful to be able to support the people I love in facing difficult things. My friend is doing so much better already. My son is making me very proud of how he is being there for his sibling, and my husband and I are making a plan for what we can do for his mother. It is a lot, and it is heavy, but quiet days at home help. And, I would take the heaviness any day if it means that we have the privilege of being there for others.

[whumping-valentine]

Content: Captivity, conditioned whumpee

I wrote this like a year ago back when I first found out about whump and was experimenting with dynamics. Thought I'd make some edits and post it because why not.

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Whumpee was sat in the grass, smiling as the warmth engulfed them. Cool wind was blowing through the leaves of the trees and the strands of their hair, light rain falling against their face like tiny kisses. Birds were singing, chirping and chattering all around as they searched for worms to feed their young. The outside world was so free and open, and Whumpee was grateful to even get a gaze upon it, let alone sit among it.

They looked up at Whumper with wide, grateful eyes, "Thank you for taking me outside." They said sincerely.

"Well, you've been good, haven't you?"

Whumpee wasn't sure what the right response was, "I am not sure, have I?"

"You tell me, what do you think?" Whumper said, crossing their arms as they did a small roll of their eyes, "Why else would you be outside? Yes, of course you've been good."

"Oh— I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"Yeah, yeah. Just because you're apparently stupid doesn't mean you're bad. Enjoy this privilege."

"I will, I'll enjoy it."

"Good for you." They said, uncaring. "I'm going to run inside real quick, and you're going to stay right here until I get back, okay?"

"Yes Sir/Ma'am." (???)

"Good."

As they walked away they turned their head and continued smiling, feeling grateful for the opportunity to be outside. Though now left alone, a terrible realization struck. The smile vanished from their face as they sunk their nails into the dirt.

What am I thinking?! Being outside is a privilege? It's not a privilege! I should be allowed go outside whenever I want! And explore the woods alone! And make my own food, in my own kitchen, whenever I want! Those aren't privileges!

A hit had been taking to their pride as they realized how conditioned they became. It had happened so slowly they couldn't even see what was happening right in front of them. They were blind to it.

All of this niceness isn't because Whumper actually likes or cares for them, it's just so they'll be good and obedient and not cause them any trouble! It's manipulation! How could they be so stupid?! So conditioned?! They were smarter than this, smarter than to fall for manipulation, and yet they still did.

This monster had them doing all these things just to have the privilege to what, eat? Go outside? Not be tortured?!

If they had any sense of dignity left, they would stand up and take off right now. They were alone, they were outside, they were... not free.

It didn't matter if Whumper gave them a key to the outside world and a map to get home. It didn't matter if they opened the door and let them go. Hell, if they told them to go. It didn't even matter if they dropped them off right back in their old bedroom, because they'd still come crawling back to Whumper.

Physical freedom means nothing if your mind is held under lock and key.

And it's just what Whumper wanted.

They've got them.

"Look at you." Whumper cooed as they returned, "Still here. I knew you were too good to run off. I'm so proud of you."

Whumpee felt defeated, and Whumper could see it in their eyes, which just made their next words all the more satisfying to hear

"Why would I go... when I have everything I need right here?"

[wilwheaton]

When you're considering a new creative project, what are some of your 'green flags' that you look for?

It's a real privilege that I can choose to say no to things I don't want to do. VERY few people, regardless of their industry or careers, get this privilege. I am super aware of it. I also know that I was forced to say yes to everything for most of my life and all of my childhood, and I believe that I have earned whatever privilege didn't provide.

I say no to nearly everything. The fact is that over half of the asks are from people who aren't interested in me as an artist as much as they are interested in the potential audience I bring. That's not always a bad thing. If it's something awesome, I'm thrilled that I have the audience to help get me over the finish line. But most of the time it isn't.

So when I'm not sure, I ask myself questions like:

Is this going to be fun?

Is this thing going to satisfy something in me that can only be satisfied by this thing?

Is there someone just phenomenal in this who it would be a privilege to work with?

Is this someone I love and trust and would do anything for? Yes? Oh it's a Felicia Day project? FUCK YES I AM ON BOARD.

Will I be grateful that I said yes to this, which would (and likely will) mean saying no to something else?

There are others, but I think you get the basic idea. A "yes" to any of those questions is a green flag. Yes to all of them generally means we're working out the details so I can get to work.

There may be a time in my life when I have to say yes to things so I can support my family. I hope that doesn't happen, but whether or not it does, I am extremely grateful for this moment in my professional life.

[to-the-stars8]

Affairs and Letters

Jason Todd x Reader Regency AU! AO3 Chapters

Part X

Mr. Todd did not understand as he was fortunate to have grown up in the privileged life that Mr. Wayne provided for him. You, on the other hand, had no more beyond what the Kents had given you. Without them, you would reasonably be desolate on the streets. Yet, his words had stirred your thoughts. For so long you had attended the Kents faithfully and been gifted very much by them, but, as you thought of a life beyond them, you could not help but feel used. 

And now, despite your better judgment, you stood before Mr. Todd’s bedroom door. If anyone were to see you, there would be no explanation as to why you, an unmarried woman, were at the door of a young bachelor at midnight. Just as you were about to step away, now brought back to your senses, the entrance to Mr. Todd’s room opened. 

“Miss,” Mr. Todd said, surprised. “Is everything alright?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words could escape you. Jason, ever the observer, stepped aside to let you in. The room was lit with one or two candles, both of Mr. Todd’s desk where he seemed to be penning a letter. 

When the door closed, you turned back to him. You still could not find the words to explain your presence, so he filled the silence for you. “I heard from the apothecary that Jon’s condition has improved.”

“Yes,” You managed to say. You noted that when you were not looking at him, it was much easier to find words. “The Kents are very grateful for your father.”

Jason chuckled, motioning for you to sit on the bed as he took a seat at his desk. “Most people in this town are. He has made it his mission to gain everyone’s approval.”

“You disagree,” You asked, finally looking up to meet his eyes. They sparkled with intrigue that drew you further in. 

Jason shook his head. “On the contrary, I understand a reputation needs to be made for a certain social order, especially when one is new. You of all people would understand that most, as well.”

You smiled, looking down at your hands. “Yes, I do understand.”

“I believe my suffering comes from my own,” He paused, thinking. “Awkwardness. I like to be comfortable.”

“Being too comfortable can have an effect on the character.”

“How do you mean?”

You thought, picking your words carefully. “Well, being too comfortable can possibly equate to never wanting to change. Change is important to one’s character. To speak plainly, it can lead to narrowmindedness.”

“You would not want that?” You shook your head at his words. “Then why do you not seek change?”

“What?”

Mr. Todd leaned back in his chair, looking amused. “You say you believe change is necessary, but you seem comfortable where you are now. You deal with the Kents, serving them on both hand and foot with no want to change. So, could you not argue that it is not only comfort that challenges the person, but also the unwillingness to take chances?”

You felt a bit slighted, whether by boldness to make such accusations, or that he was right. “I…”

“Worry not,” Jason smiled and stood. “I am not attempting to undermine or judge you. Nor am I in any position to do so.” 

“It feels as though you are,” You said, standing with him. There was no malice, and you felt the bit of humor he meant. 

He looked down at you, eyes searching for something in yours, perhaps some fault he could make you laugh at. Suddenly, Jason’s hands were on your hips, pulling you toward him. You did not deny him of this touch as you found yourself liking it. You almost had hoped he would touch you in such a way when you knocked upon his door. It brought forth feelings you had not known were possible. You’d had secret flights of fancy before, but nothing similar to what Mr. Todd made you feel. It was deep and resonated with something you felt had been missing.

“Who am I to judge a beautiful woman?” Mr. Todd said, pressing a feather-light kiss to your lips. 

You giggled. “There are some men who believe that beautiful women are dangerous.”

“Scared fools,” Jason said, hand slowly playing with one of the buttons on the back of your dress. 

“No, Mr. Todd,” You said, pushing his hand away from your back. “I will not let you have me so easily.”

Jason smiled again, putting his face into the nape of your neck and breathing in your scent. You smelled of sweet perfume with a slight hint of peppermint oil. Your hands wandered his back, feeling the muscles under his shirt and he heard you such in a breath. 

“Jason,” said you. He hummed in response. “You say that the unwillingness to take chances harms one's character, what if those chances could be one's ruin?”

Mr. Todd was silent for a second before he pulled back from your neck, putting his forehead against yours. “More experience I suppose. Life is full of trial and error. It is human to learn,” He pressed light kisses to your hand. “Yet, I am sensing that this does alleviate any worry.”

“No, sir, it does,” You said, quickly deciding to speak plainly. “I just know I cannot let you be my ruin.”

“Then do not let me be your ruin. I would not wish to be. If I am to be anything to you, then let me be your experience.”

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Clapback for sugars insistent that Catherine is work-shy. by u/Larushka

Clapback for sugars insistent that Catherine is work-shy. I am so sick and tired of sugars complaining that Catherine doesn’t ‘work’ very much. So let me spell something out for you.And yes, I will be shouting….CATHERINE, PRINCESS OF WALES IS RAISING THE NEXT BUT ONE KING OF ENGLAND, AND HIS SPARES (just in case, but Heaven forbid).In fact, I would say, she has one of the MOST IMPORTANT JOBS in the Royal Family. It’s not a job I’d want!She’s very well aware of how privileged a life they lead, and is therefore trying to instill in their children, as much of a normal life as possible. And quite honestly, it seems a lot more normal than H&M are pretending to give their children, because NEITHER of them has a clue what ‘normal’ looks like.The sugars can mock Catherine for her middle class upbringing, but that’s what makes her understand normal.Both William and Harry had a privileged upbringing, and Diana, well aware she was also raising a King to be, did her best in her own way, to show them what the real world was like. But they still did not grow up in a normal household. Meghan, as we all know, did not have a normal upbringing - in her own words, growing up on set of a sitcom with an absentee mom and a dad who did his best at dadding, by his own admission, gave in to her every whim and desire.The ONLY person with a normal upbringing is Catherine. And William has often said that the Middletons normal home life was something he really enjoyed, and he clearly thrives, and so do the Wales children, on the life she has created for them.Playing cards with the Middletons? You can be sure the photographer said he’d like some footage of them doing something with the grandparents, so I’ll give that might be partially staged - but so what - they all looked like they were having fun. What have we seen from the Harkles? Hmm oh yeah, when we saw Prince George stirring cookie mixture, the Harkles clapped back with Archie doing the same thing. So I’m calling this now - do we get Doria playing with the children?So sugars, STFU. From everything we’ve seen so far, she’s doing an incredible job in raising the next Royal generation. And for those sugars living in the UK/Commonwealth, you should be damn grateful for the stellar job she’s doing, because Prince George will be YOUR King at some future date. post link: https://ift.tt/lSFrOA7 author: Larushka submitted: September 11, 2024 at 09:56PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[sequencefairy]

Love how your gut reaction to poor people saying they can’t afford the watcher subscription is that they must want free handouts from creatives and just don’t want to pay. Do you think all poor people are entitled like this? Should they just pull themselves up by their bootstraps? Poor people don’t deserve to consume art and leisure? I don’t think Steven and his Tesla are hurting too much. Hope you can find the grey areas in life one day Jessie bug 🧡 you seem really angry and I don’t think it’s entirely at the naysayers.

firstly, i'm not anyone's jessie bug, but especially not yours.

secondly, love how your gut reaction to me saying that art costs money to make and creators deserve to make a living while making it is to accuse me of classism. projecting, much?

art is not and never has been a free thing. it is, unfortunately, a luxury item. if you cannot afford the watcher subscription, that sucks! i'm sorry! there's folks giving out gifted subs who I bet would happily give you one, or if you have a friend or friends who you can share an account with, I'm sure that'd also help defray the cost. but art is not free and it shouldn't be.

creatives deserve to make a living just as much as anyone else does and until there is a Universal Basic Income for every person in the entire world, making that living means they have to charge an amount of money that allows them to live.

this, right here? this is the nuance you so handily accuse me of not having. do i like that art is a luxury item? no. do i think creatives deserve to afford to be able to keep making more art and living in this fucking capitalist hellscape? yes.

$6USD/mth is something I can afford to pay, and that's my privilege. it means i can give back to a company that i have supported financially since the day watcher launched and who i am grateful to for giving me friends, fan spaces and many, many good times in the five and a bit years i have been a fan of ryan and shane.

thirdly, this pointed reference to Steven as if he's the cause or the reason behind the company not wanting to continue to operate in the negative instead of this being like, oh, i dunno, comrade Shane's decision that he pushed? i see you in everyone's inboxes today with your bullshit and you can fuck off with it at any time.

[queer-geordie-dyke]

"The other photo on my wall is a black and white portrait of Andreas giving a military salute. In the photo he’s already bald from chemotherapy. Bald and intensely alive. Another old warrior, just like my father. Eccentric, wildly talented, deeply spiritual, Andreas had the ability to lift you to a whole different dimension when you were lucky enough to be in a scene with him. Any scene, even the most ordinary, the most insignificant one. (He would probably protest and say that “insignificant” scenes don’t exist if you’re a truly serious actor.)

Under all the latex, he was the most human of us all. You had a feeling that he could get away with any choice, even the most outrageous one. He was that free. He was that brave. I remember a scene we had one day on B5. As I was learning my lines at home, I didn’t think much of the scene. I saw it as an exposition scene, with lots of words and not much emotion. In the scene, the following question is discussed: is it justified to sacrifice a certain number of people (and aliens of course – we were on B5!) to save an even bigger amount of people (and aliens)? To me the scene seemed like a dry, philosophical, purely theoretical discussion between our characters. I was looking forward to working with The Master but wished for a more emotional scene. Oh well, I thought, even this was better than nothing.

So I come to the set, all made up. I sit in a chair. And there, facing me, is the big lizard G’Kar, looking at me. I say my first line and look into Andreas’s red eyes. Before answering me, he pauses. I see his chin trembling. I see a tiny tear appear in the corner of his eye. And, suddenly, I am moved beyond words. And, suddenly, I too feel a tear in my own eye. And, suddenly, the scene becomes a completely different scene from the one I had envisioned at home. The dialogue suddenly becomes deeply personal. The words don’t matter any more (or, more precisely, they suddenly start to truly matter, having been illuminated by the personal stake invested into them).

What Andreas brings to those words is his whole being, his whole human experience, all his pain and sadness. And, suddenly, we soar. And I am lifted to another realm. And while this is happening, I’m aware, somewhere in the corner of my mind, that I’m privileged to take part in a master class in acting which starts with one of the most important lessons: no scene can ever be dismissed as insignificant. Even if it is, an actor’s job is to make it personal. The job is nothing more (and nothing less) than to make EVERYTHING personal. Only then the words start to matter and the scene has a chance to come alive. I thank Andreas in my mind, grateful for that unexpected moment we all live for.

But Andreas is also deeply introspective and insecure. When I call him one day after the show had ended and ask him how he is, he says: “I’m mourning the death of my career.” He also says: “I’m just a mediocre actor. That’s not enough to ‘make it.’ The world needs exceptional actors, not someone like me.” (And I’m thinking: if you’re mediocre, where do I belong?) His insecurity is endearing to me and just proves that the best people are modest and humble. It also proves something I’ve been aware of for a long time: only fools are perfectly self-confident. Doubt, especially self-doubt, is a part of wisdom. A part of being human.

He comes to dinner to our house and brings a Greek desert he has made himself. He gives me the recipe. I have kept it on my fridge ever since. He collects coupons from the papers and uses them for grocery shopping. He has a weekly budget he sticks to, no matter what. He tells me he wants to collect a million dollars in his bank account before he dies. “Does it have to be a straight million?” I ask, laughing. “Yes, it has to be a round number,” he answers, dead serious.

I propose to Peter and Andreas that we do my beloved play, the one that I never had a chance to do: Harold Pinter’s “Betrayal.” In my mind it would be a dream job with a dream cast in a dream play. Peter is somewhat game but Andreas says he’s “burnt out” theater-wise. He says (and he’s right) that theater requires a different kind of readiness, a different kind of stamina, a different kind of mental and physical form. “We’ve all lost it. Since we’re not doing it any more,” he says and gets me worried. Would I ever be able to do theater again?

Billy comes up with the idea of doing a record. We all contribute two songs. It’s a lot of fun. Andreas says he can’t sing but Billy is persuasive enough and Andreas finally agrees to do it. Although he’s not a singer and is off key most of the time, he steals the record with his absolute honesty and his genuine feeling, capturing the very essence of blues.

And then he gets sick. We go to his house and read the Tibetan Book of the Dead, according to his wishes. He had found love by the end of his life. His wife put together a short film with clips from his performances. We watch the breathtakingly handsome young Andreas in a hot, sexy scene on some Greek island with the most famous model of the seventies, Verushka. We all laugh and Andreas laughs the most. We watch him do theater somewhere in Africa with the great master, Peter Brook. We don’t want to let him go. And when he dies, his wife invites us to sit with him and help him “make the transition,” as is the Buddhist way. G. and I sit there for half an hour. He looks like the Greek god that he is. He’s majestic. He’s like a sculpture. His body is cold and peaceful and so beautiful, so absolutely perfect. And death seems natural and not scary at all. Farewell, dear, sweet, talented man! We were lucky to know you.

My friends are with me all the time, alive or dead. After a while it doesn’t matter anymore. Sometimes the dead ones seem more alive than the living. Maybe it’s my nature. Maybe it’s my age. Maybe it’s just how it is."

- Mira Furlan, Love Me More Than Anything In the World

[letmereadinpeace4]

I have finally finished the first part of the second episode and have reached the actual family conference. I have a lot of thoughts about George/Shannon and Jessica/Kanon.

I cannot really bring myself to ship either couple. They do have cute moments together, but I feel like their romantic feelings are mostly due to the fact that the other is fulfilling a need or resolving an insecurity rather than an actual connection.

George loves Shannon, but his feelings seem to be mostly helped by the fact that her fawning over him and her being formerly interested in Battler helps his insecurities and his feelings of inferiority. In a perhaps even worse way, Jessica's feelings for Kanon seem to be mostly due to him being one of the few men her age she has around (even the narration acknowledges it). As for Shannon and Kanon, and by extensions Sayo, her feelings are a complicated mess between being envious of them, admiring them, being grateful for the attention and interest and looking for a way to escape their place as "furniture". Overall, neither character seems to have genuine appreciation for their love interest as an actual person.

Another thing that bothers me is that George and Jessica come from a place of immense privilege and are, in many although different ways, incredibly self-absorbed (yes Jessica, please tell the orphan who was raised as a charity case, cannot go to high school and works his ass off as sixteen that YOU were born under an unlucky star).

While the story shows us how they are negatively impacted by this position in terms of familial pressure, they are still in a place where, in one hand, they have some measure of freedom to determine the person they want to be or present themselves as, and on the other hand, they have never suffered any amount of actual grave consequences and trauma. Because of this, their speeches of love and their protests against Shannon and Kanon calling themselves furniture ring very hollow. They do not understand Sayo's trauma and are in no way equipped to handle it and while this is certainly not their faults, their reactions really show how much they do not have the proper tools and insight to get to the actual core of the problem.

Furthermore, the cynical part of myself wonders how much their feelings will last when faced with the backlash from their choice of partners. Sure, George talks about how he does not care about what anyone will say, but will he say the same thing when his parents refuse to support him financially and he has to work a difficult or boring job to support his family? When his wife is used to humiliate him ? When he constantly faces comments and jokes about his partners? When he has to handle Sayo's trauma and the way it impacts her and her self-esteem? Hell, when he has to handle that he will never have any biological children? It is easy to say "I don't care what anyone says, I am marrying you" but the biggest obstacle is not the actual opposition, it is the length of time and the constant little annoying things that happen every day.

However what I find most interesting in this romantic nonsense is that some of these criticisms can be applied to Battler and Beatrice. By understanding the weaknesses in George/Shannon and Jessica/Kanon, we are prepared to see where Battler messes up with Beatrice and where she messes up with him. Battler can also be pretty self-involved, engaging more in the how done it that the why done it (which will eventually cause Beatrice's death). Beatrice also seems to be using Battler as a mean to an end. However, where George/Shannon and Jessica/Kanon never had the chance to overcome these flaws, Beatrice and Battler eventually were forced to face these flaws and grow up.

[heyjude19-writing]

Hey Jude!

I have two questions :D if you don’t mind me asking!

I loved Unknown. Do you think we will get any future one shots to look forward to?

2) I wanted to know if you knew of any further recs to heal the hangover that you created XD. Books that u think if u f**** with your writing style/storytelling would enjoy as well?

3) Do you hanve any more drarry long fics in the works to look forward to that you can tease the premise about? :D

4) Finally, probably the oddest question, but do you have any like fics where Drarry is fronted almost as a 'biblical' love? Where they bond not just emotionally, spiritually but maybe also religiously? Stories that touch more spiritual themes of redemption, forgiveness, musings about the afterlife etc? Bit of a hard ask bc they are wizards but i think that kinda story is a very interesting blend. I am inspired bc i just recently finished CS Lewis’ essays on “the four loves” C.S. Lewis takes us on a is a wise and heartfelt exploration of love’s many forms, guiding readers through the different ways we connect with others. In the book, Lewis breaks down love into four categories—Affection, Friendship, Eros (romantic love), and Charity (unconditional, unwaivering, boundless divine love)—drawing from literature, philosophy, and his own insights to reveal each type’s beauty, complexity, and potential pitfalls. And i’m just really wondering if you have further novels aside from Unknown that touch that ‘pinical’ heightened feeling that Charity love gives. I would be so grateful.

Anyway! Lots of Love <3 (pun intended).

hi anon! i never mind questions ❤

thanks for reading it, im glad you enjoyed! but no, i've left those two in domestic bliss and have no plans to intrude on their (very) earned peace

i think anything by saras_girl would fit, they have a fantastic catalogue of fics.

im not sure when i'll have time to sit and write it, but yes, i've got another memory loss drarry that features forced obliviation, a hot mess auror harry, forced proximity, undercover shenanigans, one bed, hurt/comfort, angst angst angst, and quite possibly the best fic playlist i've ever curated

ooh that is a fascinating prompt for recs, but i think these fit the bill: -To Vanish into Something Better -Like the Sun Holds the Moon -Quick as Flash of Lightning, Unhurried as Eternity -The Last of What the World Left You -The Privilege of Being Yours -I Will Follow You into the Dark -Oh, Sinnerman -Cut From the Sky

[majestic-cicada]

The Majestic Cicada

Source: https://sayostudio.com/portfolio/cicada-life-cycle/

When I was a teenager, I never knew _what_ I wanted to be when I grew up. All the ideas of careers I had, however, dealt with wanting to make the world a better place - I don't think that's an experience unique to me. I like to think that most young people want to grow up and change the world for the better, I like to think that that is everyone's goal. So in a way, I knew _who_ I wanted to be.

Fast forward to doing what most young people are pressured into doing straight after high school (or else, obviously you're a failure... PSA: that's a crock of frass)- I went to university. I was very fortunate and privileged to attend a prestigious university in a small town in the middle of nowhere. It was an epic journey. I had a very generous family friend pay for the first two years of my studies.

[Soliloquy: I recently messaged him when I became overwhelmed with gratitude. The trajectory of my life would not be what it is without him... It could have been but he certainly made the road a lot smoother for me. Always be grateful. His words to me were, "You never need to pay me back but, rather, pay it forward." And so I try to do that in some way everyday, and I remind myself of this goal by saying a few things I am grateful for. Yes, even on the days when the thoughts of dark clouds are oppressive.]

I had been greatly humbled by my lack of academic achievement after my first semester. I had also been greatly liberated by my social experiences. Even so, I picked my damaged ego up and kept moving toward the finish line. I had registered with the intention of majoring in Zoology and Botany. Until one fateful day... Professor Martin Hill walked into the lecture theatre and began, with his booming yet very balanced voice, about insects. Five minutes into that lecture, I already knew Zoology was out of the window. Entomology was my new special interest.

Fast forward to second year. I had to collect 200 families of insects, preserve and pin them properly, and correctly identify them using dichotomous keys. As a vegetarian at the time, and someone who was extremely fond of any 6-legged creature, this was one of the most trying tasks I'd had to undertake. My pinning technique was shocking (sorry to the tutors and lecturers who marked my collection, and most importantly my sincerest apologies to the poor critters whose corpses are so poorly displayed).

I was, however, exceptionally talented at using a butterfly net. One day, whilst strolling towards the quarry, always on the look out for insects, I heard this odd noise in a bush. I saw this massive... fly? I wasn't sure. I had never seen anything so spectacular in my life. But the odd noise was somewhat familiar. It took me back to summer on the coast with my grandparents. I caught the poor bugger (pun very much intended) and off we went to the lab. It turns out, this was not just any cicada, this was a rare cicada to find in the area. I was absolutely taken by this enchanting and noisy creature. And so my love for the Majestic Cicada exploded.

I ended up collecting a coastal species in the mid-semester break, obsessively searching for them, obsessively devouring and gorging on the information of these creatures. We sometimes call them "Christmas beetles" here. They are not beetles at all, but rather true bugs (i.e. Hemiptera). They were given their misnomer for two reasons:

They emerge in the summer months (over Christmas time in the southern hemisphere) and make one hell of a racket.

Their nymphal casing looks almost beetle-like, which they discard as they emerge from the ground.

In my somewhat feverish love affair with learning about cicadas, what has stuck with me was that some species can take up to 17 years to develop before they emerge from the ground. I explained that poorly.

The adult female lays eggs.

Eggs hatch after a few weeks (species-dependent).

The nymphs (of which there are 5 instars), burrow into the ground where they hide from the world, growing, developing, figuring things out. The nymphs attach to tree roots for nourishment.

After what is one of the longest nymphal stages of an insect life cycle (at least to he best of my knowledge at the time), 13-17 years the nymphs emerge from the ground and into the daylight. They do this all within a few days.

After their emergence, they molt their exoskeleton for the last time, and crawl up a tree, pale and vulnerable as their wings extend and their exoskeletons darken and harden.

As fully-fledge adults, the males fly around singing the most ludicrous song in search of females. The females show their approval with wing-flapping.

After a wild time of promiscuity and making as much noise as possible, the adult females will lay their eggs. The adults live for only a few days to a fortnight. And so the cycle begins again.

It's beautiful, isn't it? This cycle of a 6-legged creature, so similar to the experience of so many humans. We're put away in schools for our formative years, kept separate from society at larger, in the dark and not in the daylight. We emerge one day as adults, vulnerable, confused and trying to figure out what the heck we're supposed to do. And when we've gained our strength and certainty, we fly, screech and fulfill our life's purpose. We perish and return to the earth from whence we came, their to provide nutrients to trees whose roots will one day feed future generations.

As I'm getting closer to thirty years old, I feel like my exoskeleton is starting to harden, I'm not so vulnerable anymore. My wings are itching to take flight. I am ready.

Prof. Martin Hill, if you ever read this or get this far through reading this, thank you. Thank you for bringing such joy to my life through your passion. Inspired by you, I now teach biology. I have a booming voice and a fire to warm the curious minds of my students. If you've forgotten who I am, I used to wear the most outrageous outfits, with the most outrageous hairstyles and often times in winter, I wore my ladybird onesie to lectures. You have made an indelible mark on my intellect, my journey and my life. Thank you.

[neviiw]

10th of November 2024, it's almost the end of the year.

I have a lot of things to learn from this year, and one thing specifically is: learning to appreciate my own worth. This year I seriously realized I depended on others my whole life, as I don't believe in myself. Even if I journal about it, writing "I should love myself"- no it's not that easy. Yes, give love to people but know how to give it to yourself too. Actually, it was a hard pill to swallow but: I can do things by myself. It takes a lot of courage, but eventually I can do it. I knew it, I just ... didn't want to. I had and have so much privileges, I'm basically free to do whatever I want and yet I wasn't even grateful for that. I was selfish and I might still be. Now, I'm working on it, and I hope I'll be a bit more mature and able to genuinely appreciate my own presence and my worth. I can't be myself if I always depend on others.

“ My worth lies in more than what other people think of me ”

I am also someone who always wants to find a purpose in, well, everything. I feel the littlest thing so deeply, and I always want to understand people on a deeper level. But that isn't necessary, I'll end up vulnerable and any little comment about me would make me tear down once I'm in my room. Is it a form of hypersensitivity ? That exhausts me so much ! I can't take some jokes, and honestly I don't think that's a problem because it tends to be too much for me at times. What's even more exhausting is that I am grateful to be like that, but not to the point where I start to have a victim mindset. I don't need to suffer to justify anything. I can just be myself and happy. Well, it's always easier to say than to do so, but it's another lesson from this year that I learned. Being (hyper?)sensitive is a beautiful power, I just need to know how to "control" it.

One last thing I want to point out from this year is:

Take up space.

I just remembered one ig reel where this girl said : "You shouldn't have to dim your light, to let other people shine". It sounded wrong to me at first. I always felt compelled to hold back on showcasing my true self, strengths or abilities out of a fear of seeming arrogant or making others feel inadequate. But now I understand: I shouldn't downplay my achievements or strengths, and confidence should not come at the cost of hiding who I am or minimizing my potential. So, take up space dear me.

Life goes on, everyone is busy with their own lives and you should do the same thing. See, you're just eighteen and still learning. You don't want to have another day doing the exact same mistakes nor to always feel down for anything. I hope next days, next months, next years, ... you will be okay and free from yourself.

[rwby-necromancer-au]

Qrow: ugh…

Ozpin: what is it, my friend?

Qrow: nothing. I just don’t want to be here around a bunch of pretentious assholes.

Ozpin: I’d keep your voice down if you swear. No offense.

Qrow: no, you’re right…

Ozpin: …!

Qrow: ?

Ozpin: heads up, my lovely “friend” is coming over.

[ Ozpin straightens himself up, and puts on a smile, waving to Ironwood ]

Qrow: [ ??? How the hell does he- ]

Ironwood: hello there Ozpin, how are you

[ the two men shake hands ]

Ozpin: I’m quite alright, a bit tired from traveling but I knew you’d want me to come anyways.

[ Ironwood laughs ]

Ironwood: you know me so well. I hope you’re enjoying yourself.

Ozpin: I am, thank you.

Ironwood: anyways, who’s this?

[ he gestures to Qrow ]

Ozpin: ah, this is my bodyguard, Qrow.

[ a pang of emotional pain shoots through Qrow as he hears the lack of “friend” in that sentence ]

Ironwood: oh really? Shouldn’t he be in his pursuer uniform then?

[ ouch. Second pang of emotional pain ]

Ozpin: ah- well, I’m testing the system, we don’t have official uniforms yet.

Ironwood: that’s right, you guys are only just implementing the system. Well, be grateful, Qrow, you’re going to be part of something great.

[ Qrow nods quietly ]

Ozpin: and this pursuer is…?

Ironwood: Ah yes! This is Winter! My personal Pursuer and one of the best alongside Clover.

Ozpin: you… have names for them?

Ironwood: of course, they’re my personal pursuers, so they have the privilege of having a name. I kept their original names since I thought of them as fitting. Winter because she’s very cold and calculated, and Clover because he’s a good luck charm to me.

Ozpin: I see…

[ As the two men continue talking, Qrow’s eyes wander over to Winter, who is staring at him. He feels suddenly violently uncomfortable. ]

[ Ozpin notices. ]

Ozpin: Qrow. You may go get something to eat if you’d like.

Ironwood: ah that’s right haha, I forgot that they need to do that. Winter, you can go patrol, and feel free to do the same.

[ Winter nods ]

[ Qrow immediately books it to a quiet corner, he takes a sigh of relief. ]

???: Councilman Pine told you to go eat.

Qrow: !!!

[ he snaps his head around to see the blank expression of Winter. He sighs in annoyance. He can’t stand pursuers. ]

Qrow: He told me I could go eat “if I’d like.” Which means I have the option to do something else.

Winter: hm. I see. I am not familiar with being given an option.

Qrow: [ that’s really depressing. ]

Qrow: what do you want, really?

Winter: pursuers are not supposed to get attached.

Qrow: excuse me?

Winter: you are attached to Councilman Pine. We are not supposed to get attached. It’s against the rules.

Qrow: . . . Leave me alone.

Winter: you can’t deny the rules. Stop caring, you will end up hurt otherwise

[ “stop caring, you will end up hurt otherwise.” ]

[ maybe there’s a truth to that. ]

[ but he’d be damned if he got caught admitting that to a fucking pursuer ]

[ maybe he’d just have to speak her language. ]

Qrow: the rules are different between Atlas and Vale.

[ Winter’s eyes widen ever so slightly ]

Qrow: we’re allowed to care. And so hard I haven’t had any issues when I care a lot. I think it makes you more compassionate to whoever you’re helping. I think they help more than they hurt.

If you don’t care, then why continue to do your job?

[ She stands there silently. Qrow can feel a quiet anger seething off of her. ]

Winter: goodbye. Qrow.

[talkethtothehandeth]

Why is everything medical so expensive (aside from the fact they want us dead) like $1.5k to get my lungs tested, $880 for fucking blood work and my endo surgery??? My endo surgery to remove pieces of uterine tissue throughout my abdomen and off of my organs??

People say I’m lucky for being on Medicaid and receiving the bare minimum of SSI aid (I couldn’t live on it at all, I cannot save because of bills) and I am so privileged to even have these services. I am SO thankful that I can get help for free, but I am not receiving adequate care; my body is trying to, quite literally, kill me again.

I am so fucking blessed to have no medical expenses, it is something I will forever be grateful for because I’m probably never going to get off of it. I’ve been on Medicaid since I was 3 when they declared me “legally” disabled (yes, really).

Also the government is so horrible with disabled people. The only reason I have this is because my mom fought for me as a kid so hard just so I could be okay. I appreciate her always and I can’t express it enough, the level of gratitude I have for this.

I would die without having Medicaid, but I cannot get certain aids, I cannot have access to doctors unless they approve it, I cannot have any medication they don’t approve, any braces medicaid pays for fall apart and lose their stability because it stretches too much. I cannot go to doctors outside of my main hospital without a referral and approval. I cannot afford to be sick, that is the biggest problem.

Free healthcare seems like a dream, but it is not. Yes you get coverage, in exchange for only being able to have $2k at any time for any reason, not being able to marry your partner, you cannot choose a doctor on your own or where you need to get treated, you don’t have access to eye or ear care, you cannot get into a dentist because there are such few places that accept it and it is full because everyone is fucking poor which means the waiting lists are so long that by the time you’re able to see a doctor, they send you to a new one since your symptoms got worse and out of their field. There is a reason I’m on Medicaid, and it’s not because I have thousands of dollars in my bank account.

Although it is absolutely a privilege, without financial aid I would die. And I fucking hate that this is a reality for so many people. It makes my blood boil knowing we have enough resources to take better care of people, but the government literally refuses to do anything unless they think you’re bad enough. And when you are bad enough to their standards, it’s a whole other type of price to pay.

Tl;dr: people deserve low cost or free healthcare and it is incomprehensible to me how the American health system can just charge you whatever they want for whatever reason when all you want to do is live

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