#okay anyway radical rant over :'''')))

[wol-fica]

-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤 ℙ𝕋𝟟-

pairings - wednesGAYaddams x fem!reader

summary - you and enid go out for lunch, some problems ensue, and wednesday has to step in

warnings - spooky scary guy but fluff at the end, physical assault, can be almost considered as SA

an - wrote this impulsively at like 2 am last night while on the phone with four people, was radical

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“And that’s how Ajax proposed to me!”

You smiled, listening to Enid rant about her newfound engagement to her four year boyfriend, who she’s been pestering about proposing ever since they graduated, poor guy couldn’t catch a break. 

But they have finally taken a step forward in their relationship and caused Enid’s excitement to skyrocket, hence why she whisked you out of the house for a girls lunch with just you and her. The restaurant she chose was cute, with fairy lights draped across the ceiling and vines trailing down from above, it was cozy.

“So anyways, enough about me.” Enid said, setting her drink down after she took a sip, “What’s been going on with my OTP?”

“Nothing much, we have been pretty relaxed lately.” You replied, taking the small piece of chicken off of your fork and into your mouth.

“Sounds nice, I know Wednesday can be a…well…handful.”

You stifled a laugh, shaking your head with a smile after setting your utensil down. Enid wasn’t wrong, Wednesday was most definitely a handful, but a good one. She had her ups and downs that were…irritating…but you loved her and you understood that everyone can have bad days.

“We all go through rough patches, it’s natural.” You said, smoothing out your shirt, “Wednesday’s just happen to be more bloody and murderous.”

Enid suddenly coughed, raising an eyebrow and flicking her eyes behind you. You followed her gesture and turned your head to the right, meeting the gaze of a man around your age.

He was staring you down, his husky blue eyes piercing through yours as he smirked. His hand raised, fingers waggling in a teasing wave towards you. You gave a tight lipped smile in return, slowly turning back to Enid. 

“Weirdo.” You mumbled, balling up your napkin to place on your empty plate, “I’m gonna go pay, okay?”

Enid nodded, beginning to clean up the table from your lunch as you got up and walked to the front. The feeling of someone watching you washed over your body, making you feel exceedingly uncomfortable and vulnerable as you made your way to the register.

“Lunch?” The cashier asked, giving you a comforting smile.

“Yep, for two.” You replied, watching as the price rang up.

As you went to retrieve your card from your wallet, a hand suddenly shot out of nowhere to grab your wrist and stop you. Your head snapped to your left, looking upwards to see the guy from before handing his own card to the worker.

“I got it.” He said, his voice chillingly low.

He turned to you, winking playfully and biting his lip at you. You smiled and laughed awkwardly, carefully pulling your wrist out of his grip. Your wedding ring was clear as day on your finger, but he either didn’t see it or was ignoring it.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to do that.” You said, putting your wallet back in your purse.

“It’s fine, I always pay for pretty girls.” He quipped, his eyes slowly trailing from your face to down your body.

He was checking you out.

“Okayyyyyy, well I’m gonna get going, stuff to do.” You spoke, turning to go back to Enid.

“Wait hold on,” His hand took your wrist again, swinging your body back around to him, “I never caught your name.”

“Never threw it to you.” You challenged, now feeling extremely uncomfortable and disgruntled from this guy's advances.

“C'mon don’t be like that,” He said, pulling his phone out and handing it to you, “Put your number in?”

It was more of a suggestion than a question, but you were absolutely not going to do that. Forcefully yanking your hand from his, you backed up slightly, eyes glancing in search of the unseen Enid. Where she could have gone, you didn’t know, but it was definitely stressing you out.

“I’ll pass, have a nice day!” You grimaced before hurrying away to retrieve Enid and leave.

You exited the restaurant, looking around to see if she had left and was waiting for you outside, but the blue and pink streaked blonde was nowhere in sight. Who was visible was the man, making his way to the glass door of the building and to you.

“Dammit Enid.” You whispered before hurrying down the sidewalk at a fast pace.

Not many people were out, just a few couples hand-locked and some businessmen with their heads in their phones, none paying attention to you and the man closing distance on you.

Your hands fumbled to open your bag, pulling your phone out to call someone, anyone. You had a few messages from your dad, and a missed call from Enid, but your fingers immediately went for Wednesday’s contact.

You pressed the call button, putting the phone to your ear as it rang. Twice it went straight to voicemail, the third it rang for a few seconds before her automated message rang out. 

“This is Wednesday Friday Addams, if you are not my mother, father, brother, best friend, wife, or pet, please hang up or be prepared for decapitation….”

“Nes please..” You begged quietly, pressing the call button yet again, “Pick up!”

As the phone rang, you had the unsettling feeling of somebody becoming very close to you, and before you knew it, your back was pressed against a brick wall. His breath hit your nose when he leaned his face towards yours, the stench of beer coating your senses.

“You know, it was really disrespectful of you to just walk away.” He said lowly, “I asked for your number.”

You gulped, tears in your eyes as his grip on you tightened. His hands were sweaty and rough, itching on your skin while he closed himself in on your personal space. A small voice inside of you was screaming at you, scratching the back of your throat as it tried to tell you to fight back.

“It’s not that hard, just tell me what it is.” He sang softly into your ear, his hand traveling down from your shoulder towards your hip.

A sudden phone ring startled you both into a frozen position, your heads turning to look at your phone. Wednesday’s face was on the screen, the name ‘Nessy Boo🖤🗝️🐈‍⬛’ bold up above. The photo you used for her contact was you and her on your wedding day, her in her stunning black suit dress , and you in a gorgeously slim-fitted white dress. 

“Who is that bitch.” 

Bitch?

Bitch?!

Your emotions flared, your hand shooting forward to shove him in the chest. He stumbled backwards, his body in shock from the force you produced, and he ran into a light pole. The insult he used made you mad, incredibly furious as your eyes glowed a glorious green. 

“Bitch?” You asked softly, vines beginning to grow out of the ground as you twitched your fingers, “Is that what you said?”

He looked at you in apprehension, his eyes tearing away to glance at the sky’s darkening state. Clouds rolled overhead, the subtle crack of thunder and flash of lightning causing him to gulp fearfully.

“I suggest you leave,” You said, the wind starting to pick up, “Before you get hurt.”

He nodded, now completely sober and running tuck-tailed away from you. You watched him go, your breathing fast and heavy as your abilities slowly calmed down. Your shoulders slumped, your eyes closing weakly from the small use of your powers; the ones you rarely ever show.

Your phone rang again, startling you out of your zone-out. You picked it up from the ground, seeing that Wednesday was calling you for the fourth time. Immediately you answered, bringing the phone to her ear.

“Hey baby.” You murmured, turning to gaze at the still dark sky.

“I saw your calls, and the sudden weather change.” Wednesday’s voice sounded through the phone, soft and dull as she spoke to you, “What happened mi vida?”

You sniffled, now aware of the tears pooling in your eyes as you cried. 

“Some guy, he got too close, I got rid of him.” You replied, dusting your pants off before walking back in the direction of the restaurant.

“Some guy?! Are you okay? Do you need me to come get you?” 

Her concern was adorable to you, but she was at least 25 to 30 minutes away from you, meaning it would be pointless for her to come get you.

“No need, I’m gonna find Enid and get an uber.”

She hummed in disapproval, not believing your fib for one second.

“I’ll be there in 15.” Then she hung up.

You sighed, knowing she would show up with a murderous aspect in mind, but you were too utterly exhausted to pick a fight with her. The walk back to the restaurant was longer than you expected, almost 10 minutes by the time you made it back. 

“Y/N, Oh my god!” 

You turned to see Enid running towards you in a panic, her hands reaching for your shoulders to pull you into a hug.

“Are you okay?! You disappeared! Did you get hurt?” She was rambling, throwing her hands in the air.

“I’m okay, I swear.” You responded, giving a small smile to her, “Just some guy trouble.”

Enid glared at you, a look of disappointment crossing her face. She pulled you into a hug again, her arms holding you way too tight as she scolded you.

“Never walk away by yourself ever again, you hear me?”

“Loud and clear.” You smiled, turning when you heard a car door slam loudly.

There stood Wednesday, fuming with fury and rage as she looked for you. Her shoulders rose and fell heavily as steam basically poured out of her ears; she was angry. As she scanned the sidewalk, her eyes locked with yours, her features relaxing in relief before she began to speed walk towards you.

“Y/N.” She stated before pulling you into her arms, “Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Did he give you any injuries?” 

You leaned back slightly to grab her face and push your lips into hers, putting a blockade in her rambling. She kissed you back immediately, wrapping her arms around your back and waist as an attempt to make you feel safe and secured in her hold.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You whispered to her, caressing her cheeks with your thumbs as you tried to relax her, “I’m right here, Nes.”

She sighed, staring at you with her endless black orbs. Her arms squeezed you, holding you close to her while you repeated that you were indeed okay.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight.” She murmured, locking her lips with yours.

You hummed, smiling into the kiss. The clouds above began to clear, and the plants previously growing from the cracks in the pavement started to shrivel and turn to dust. 

“I’ll take you both home.” Wednesday stated, pulling you in by your waist before walking to her car, “You need rest.”

You nodded, gesturing for Enid to follow the two of you. Wednesday held the door open for her, speaking her thanks after she got in, then turned for you to follow. You paused before doing so, leaning in to press your lips to her skin.

“Thank you for coming, I love you.” You said, rocking back and forth on your heel.

She smiled, a rare but glorious sight, and bumped her nose against yours in an affectionate way.

“You’re welcome, and I love you more.”

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[3terna15unshin3]

okay quick rant about the grammys and my opinions:

VERY excited to see boygenius win! i think it’s so important for an openly queer/radical/pro choice/pro palestine group to break into the mainstream scene. they won for the right categories and for the ones they lost i thought it was fair🦷🦷🦷🦷

also loved seeing laufey win, i’ve been a fan of hers for a couple of years and she’s bringing jazz/classical elements to the forefront for young people to learn and live and she’s just such a beauty and talent.

PARAMORE WIN!!!!! sooooo deserved!!!!! also so insane that it’s the first time IN HISTORY for a female led band to win their award. so crazy. if you haven’t listened to This Is Why i honestly still think it’s underrated by the masses lol please go listen

caroline polachek was already snubbed for so many categories that seeing her lose made me furioussssss omg. i’m not mad about who she lost to but Desire, I Want To Turn Into You was one of the best albums of 2023 so it should’ve been nominated for so many more 💔

midnights deserved pop vocal, NOT ALBUM OF THE YEAR😭😭😭😭 i love taylor and think she is a genius but midnights just was not the album of the year. (the recording academy constantly snubs black women for the big categories when they make the most noise). the nominees were honestly kind of meh but i really had my heart set on Lana or SZA….. which i haven’t even listened to that thoroughly but those albums were loved by everyone even outside of their fan bases and were so deserving! i am screaming about her album announcement tho. so fucking excited lmfaooo The Tortured Poets Department is giving english professor vibes and yall know me

jack antonoff producer of the year not mentioning bfiafl is honestly funny lol i don’t fully understand what jack/matty’s relationship is like at this point in time but i just think he mentioned the other two albums he was being recognized for because they were the ones nominated?? idk

i do feel like the 1975 deserved one (1!!!! one only) nomination for best alternative performance with About You but mannnn some people saying they were snubbed for aoty are being a bit delusional i’m sorry😭😭😭 i’m just being realistic. obvs i think all of their music is award worthy but like sometimes you just have to consider the state of the academy💔

anyway rant over the other categories i don’t really care about so that’s it

[felosia]

Charles Sumner and the Gentility of Slaveholders and lost causers

It's sorta insane that lost causes can still claim that southern slaveholders were respectable people when they literally fucking beat people to near death in Congress in response to someone saying that they were immoral for holding slaves. It's also sorta insane that the reason Sumner (The guy almost beat to death) wasn't challenged to a duel was because Southerners deemed him of lower social class than them due to insinuating that they could ever rape their slaves and didn't think he was worthy of being dueled

Furthering this a fucking senator shot the ceiling of the house and threatened to shoot anyone who interrupted Sumner being beat to near death

Like how do people argue that these people were genteel southerners when they beat people to death in public even if you completely ignore fucking slavery

Side note: This just further aggravates me about the lost cause myth. "It was all about slave rights." Fucking state rights? Okay I'm going to do a different rant about that because why does that argument even exist. Anyways, Sumner got beat to near death over insulting Southerners because of their relationship with the institution of slavery and these are supposedly civil people who "slaves were better under."

If you want to be racist and completely ignore the horrors of slavery then look to fucking Bleeding Kansas. If you want to be even more ignorant and pretend Bleeding Kansas wasn't the South actively invading a Northern state to install slavery, then look to these people's treatments of those they disagreed with. Getting cancelled is bad? Want to know what's worse? Getting beat half to death in front of the entire fucking nation because you insinuated that a dude who has raped people he enslaves multiple times mayhap be a rapist.

Btw this is what he read

Really well written speech. He was fucking banned from speaking for months because of his radical anti-slavery position and was damn well prepared once he got the chance to speak.

[theowritesfiction]

Okay, so I have been watching The Bear, and I eventually got into the show over the course of S1, but now watching S2, it’s really pissing me off, I think it’s one of the most disappointing sophomore seasons in the history of TV, and I want to rant about it.

But first I wanted to address the rave reviews this show is getting on RT, especially the glowing audience reviews (I don’t give a rat’s ass about the critic reviews, there’s too much group think, peer pressure, conformism and paid shilling going on there that it’s not worth looking at). I looked at the audience reviews in more detail and immediately realized that the ‘people’ giving this show 5-star reviews all follow the same naming convention like Adam F, Christina V, Sam R, etc. In short – almost all of them are bots posting AI generated tripe. The 93% audience review aggregate is a complete sham.

Anyway, why do I hate S2? Well, I found this web article 10 Unpopular Opinions About the Bear and figured I’d look at them to see whether I agree or disagree. So, here we go.

10. The Bear Should Have Continued With The Beef, Not Gone Fine Dining

Yes, fuck yes. The chaotic atmosphere of a greasy spoon/rundown sandwich shop was what made the show. Transitioning to fine dining creates this immediate pretentious vibe that’s completely at odds with S1 mood/themes. And while shows always need to keep evolving, I feel like this was way too radical shift from one end of the spectrum to the very opposite end. Also, I haven’t been to Chicago and don’t know too much about the city, but I have a pair of eyes that still work, and they tell me that this is not a fucking fine dining location, like, it’s just not.

9. The Bear Should Have Stopped After Season 1

Why? Just make a season that doesn’t suck.

8. The Bear Symbolism Is Too On The Nose

I don’t care about the symbolism. It’s handled so ham-fistedly that it literally adds nothing to the show.

7. Ayo Edebiri Is Not A Good Sydney

Disagree. I know Sydney is a polarizing character (although if you want to find out actual valid reasons why someone might not like her, do expect that you’ll have to wade through a disturbing amount of hatred for ambitious black women), but her ‘problematic’ jerk moments are interesting to me, and I think are well acted.

6. Marcus Was Right to Keep Working on his Donuts

Obviously not, Marcus is a part of a brigade, work shift is no time for his pet projects. That said, the episode of Marcus in Copenhagen is the most boring episode in recent TV history. 35 minutes on basically telling me that he leveled up his cooking skill. That could have been an e-mail.

Also, this is why I hate fine dining. Instead of making delicious donuts, this guy spent months training how to prepare pretentious desserts that only the rich 1% will be able to afford. Good job, Marcus, you’re now ready to lick the boots of the rich elites.

5. Richie Was The Real Victim Of The Bear Season 1, Episode 7

No, and triple fuck Richie, the worst character of past decade in TV history. I remember reading one of the anti-Sydney threads on reddit hellhole, and people were posting in masses about how ‘well at least Richie isn’t as bad as Sydney’ and ‘at least Richie gets his redemption’. I’m now at S2E7 and I’m still waiting for this asshole to show any redeeming qualities. I don’t know, maybe I’ve had one too many toxic coworkers like Richie, but I hate this guy an unreasonable amount, I want to stick ice picks in his eye sockets and leave him to bleed out as a service to humankind.

4. The Bear Season 2 Was A Letdown

Yeah, no shit.

3. (ignored as it deals with S2 finale spoilers)

2. People Should Ship Sydney & Marcus, Not Syd & Carmy

Hard disagree. People can ship who they want, but both of these pairings will be dysfunctional. As someone who’s all about shipping, I will be the first to say that this show shouldn’t be about ships. All of these people are completely toxic workaholic assholes who have no time for relationships and should never consider entering one. Syd/Marcus and Syd/Carmy is essentially marrying your job for the second time.

1.      Claire's Story In The Bear Season 2 Didn't Work

Again, no shit, and what I’m going to say shouldn’t be taken as an insult to Claire, I have nothing against her character, but rather to the way she was used. Claire is pretty much used to show that Carmy is unable to have normal healthy romantic relationships. But I already knew that from everything the show told us about Carmy before introducing Claire, so I feel like the show is treating me like a child by talking down to me and repeatedly pointing out the obvious. In the end, Claire is reduced to being a completely unnecessary story vehicle to tell us something we already knew, with no agenda of her own.

So yeah, as you can tell, it’s been a very rough watch. I definitely do NOT recommend The Bear to anyone. Do yourself a favor and stay well away.

[1whitewitch1]

Leftist men will make offhanded jokes about Andrew Tate and jokes about porn and jokes about rape and they will giggle in their discord chats and they will tell feminists online to kill themselves and in their heads they will call us every misogynistic name under the sun. I know that this anger sits right under the surface with these men, because I've seen it in ALL of them. Push them a little too far and they will threaten to gutter stomp you. Or 🍇 you. Or doxx you. Or they will mock you with DV and sexual violence statistics.

What sickens me as well as the expected amount of men online is the women who are so brainwashed by gender ideology stuff that their pronouns in their bio are fae/faers or it/it's etc. I don't have an issue with pronoun usage (it's just virtue signalling or having a good complex at that point) in general, I'm just commenting on the fact that so many of them are women who use they/them and are so misogynistic and have so much internalised misogyny that they probably think they've dealt with. But they have not. And one day they will/might realise that and regret telling people to kill themselves online for wanting women safe. But today is not that day for most of them. Why are YOU telling me to go and buy rope and a chair? Why are YOU telling me to cut to the bone? Why are YOU fighting for males who would walk over your dead body in the street, and do - metaphorically.

Too many people online are literally still 13/14/15 and should not be engaging in these communities online in the ways that they are. Older people supporting hormone therapy, changing your body, it's okay to hate your body and want to change it, in fact that's empowering and radical.... 🤨

It is a saddening reminder of what their priorities are and who they care about. They want to line the pockets of big pharma and private institutions that profit off insecurities and literal children struggling with "gender" because of early access to the internet or they don't know about gender non conformity, and are supported by a bunch of adults (usually male) online.

It is painful and so saddening. Such a connected and beautiful community of radical feminists and radical learning feminists is constantly torn down by the other women we want to help.

Anyway I just needed a rant. XY make me very mad.

[gojo-kisser-9000]

I’m a big fan of HxH too which Gege draws inspiration from heavily. The Chimera Ant Arc is considered one of the greatest pieces of literature by fans. The kicker is…as it was coming out in a weekly format, everyone hated it. Only after it was finished and read uninterrupted did people really start loving it. I almost wonder if that’ll happen with the Sukuna fight too.

Media Literacy curse in JJK fans is really funny to me regardless. Gojo’s racism didn’t come out of nowhere. He was already kind of sus to Miguel in JJK0. This only confirmed the allegations people picked up on then. One thing I love about Gege’s writing is future information permanently changing how you view older scenes. This is one of those times. It makes me love Gojo more tbh. (I have a soft spot for racists who try to do better.)

People are too hard on Megumi for sure (even if I find the memes kind of funny). Not a lot of people realized that he spent his 16th birthday trapped inside Sukuna all by himself. Which probably made the Tsumiki death feel even worse. (I have no doubt she forced him to celebrate it.) Then he kills his adopted father and has 0 family left and is somehow supposed to tough it out. He’s just a little boy!

Yuji has always been built bigger too. His official weight is super heavy for his height. Gege explicitly stated that was done on purpose. Smh I wish people could read.

It’s funny you say that. Visiting Hawai’i radicalized me significantly. I spent a good deal of my time picking up trash and seething at the golf courses and other severe ecological damage brought on by colonization. In an ideal world [redacted]. Anyways I think you should rant about it too.

OOOOO I WILL RANT, so sorry about this in advance btw. After that I’ll get back to JJK

So I am Hawaiian-Filipino, my father is white however I was raised by my mother who held the ideals she grew up with.

Now the problem with tourism is not only does it actively mess up the environment but it also destroys the economy in Hawai’i, which I don’t need to go over I don’t think.

BUT THE WHOLE THING, IS THAT IT IS STOLEN LAND. And Native Hawaiians are STILL being kicked out of their homes, STILL struggling with everything they lost in Lahaina, STILL struggling with the water being poisoned. And yet people STILL have the audacity to take a “cute little vacation to perfect Hawai’i”.

I can NEVER go to the islands, the islands my family are from mind you, BECAUSE TOURISM FUCKED THEM UP. The amount of disrespect tourists have for the islands is insane. I can’t speak on what tourism is really like as I have never been to Hawai’i except for when I was an infant. But I do see what Native Hawaiians say, I see the damage caused by tourists when I see content by the Hawaiians.

And it’s frustrating, so very frustrating. How can people be SO disrespectful to land that they not only visit, but actively keep colonized.

I always encourage everyone to do their own research on Hawai’i and Hawaiian culture! Especially before America comes in and colonizes them. It’s hard to find accurate sources, and it’s been a while since I’ve done my own research so I don’t have any available websites on their history.

Okay I’m stopping while im ahead. Thanks for letting me get that out!

Back to JJK

You’re so right about EVERYTHING ‼️‼️

Honestly, the weekly format is only “annoying” because they wait, expect the story to drastically change, and then get more story the next week. And it HAS to be something different or it’s Bad Writing (so incredibly NOT happy with people saying that Gege’s writing is bad, there are some iffy moments but it’s overall AMAZING)

Tbh I think the internet has ruined people’s media literacy, so I encourage everyone to write something, but you can’t outright state what you’re trying to say in your story. Let your friends guess what your story conveys, it’s a great way to help boost media literacy (it’s like if ELA class was cool)

And I think we’ve covered everything about Megumi and Yuji.

Once again thank you for talking with me, especially about things I’m passionate about! It means a lot :))

[midnightmisadventures]

Had a dream about hyfr last night

we were with a large group of like my college friends with a splash of highschool. He was being really cute, and i liked it a lot i'll admit. He's just the cutest and he was flirting with me and we soon realized we both felt soft about eachother.

Something about me throwing a snowball? and then him being like he kitowards us and what we've been through

Then after that we were locking arms and walking out of this sort of school/college building with our group just laughing and being giddy, us talking about things.

And i got super comfortable super quick, its not that i didnt think to be cautious, i was just embracing the moment and liked feeling comfort and love mutually. But i kinda kinda knew it was for funsies. Not the feeling. The romantic feelings between tristian and i were real, but the cirumstances werent sustainable.

Because i'm pretty sure he had a girlfriend

Anyway we were locking arms and he kissed me, and then i kissed him and it was so fun and light and airy, like we knew we loved eachother but it wasnt this intense ooey gooey moment we were just stealing little moments with eachother like we're childhood bestfriends. And he looked at me and said "man i wish we can just walk through these doors right now and just run away with eachother, i want to run away with you, just go, keep driving"

And immediately i was like "omg can we i'm so serious, fuck it" and i meant it. But going through my mind i was like okay that would be a little radical.....there is Liam after all.

So yea then we were just chillin in this park like place, the group we were with started competing in these tennis matches. And every once in a while, hyfr would come over and we'd make out for a minute or two.

So then apparently there was this other guy.......Him and his girlfriend were in our group. He started flirting with another girl in front of her and it was weird for everyone bc it was obvious this guy liked the girl he was flirting with and his girlfriend was getting embarrased.

So me and the girlfriend were talking and shes upset and ranting and saying "i wish he wouldnt do that in front of me, like why is he so teasy with her whats so special about her blah blah" and i was trying to maybe rationalize like "maybe your boyfriend doesnt know its coming off that way, maybe he doesnt really like her, you should talk to him idk"

And she just said "Well me and Justin are in a REAL and true relationship, and we act with integrity about how we interact with other girls/boys. NOT like whatever weird shit is going on with hyfr and aoa. He's so blatant about it everyone knows"

and idk if she knew that i was the girl he was technically cheating on her with, but all in all i dont think? she was being snooty towards me. She was just like whatever weird shit they let fly in their relationship is nothing like ours, we respect monogamy type beat. But also stfu i was just trying to be nice he's literally cheating on you babe

But yea that confirmed it that hyfr was in a relationship but idk it didnt bother me because again it truly just felt like for funsies

idk if it was this same girl but in another conversation i was having i remember someone asking me about "some other guy??" like uh dont you have a thing with someone else.

And i was like, absolutely referring to Liam. And i was like yea i really do believe hyfr and I are soulmates, but Liam and I are twin flames and theres a difference. Twin flames relationships are brutal, painful, but incredibly rewarding and theres an unbreakable bond and you love eachother more than anything, but thats not to say soulmates arent good too. Theyre not your twin, but you might get sent one if your twin doesnt step up, so it could always be potentially the right path to end up with a soulmate.

Uhhh yea a bit to unpack there

releasing releasing releasing from 5am to 1pm every damn day.

[forever-a-misfit]

7.15.2023

wow, shit is crazy. 

this is the first time in YEARS that I hop on my laptop & immediately decide to check my tumblr. dont get me wrong, i still have the app on my phone & check it every now & then; but i feel like its not the same experience as it once was when i was younger.

i went through my blog, pictures & hashtags. wow, how i’ve changed. clearly ive grown a lot & continued with my progressive & radical ways hahaha. i was such a baby back then talking about “wild” ideas while everyone continued to soak in their ignorance. basically no one has a chance anymore. you either grow or leave me alone.

anyways.

i’m not here to rant, this post is more for my personal time capsule than it is anything else. i doubt anyone will read this anyways, i just be talking to myself. unfortunately girl, A LOT has changed. just last week one of the worst moments of my life happened. i really lost 1/2 of me.

there are seriously no words for that kinda loss. the funeral’s not till August & i’m terrified of what ill become after that day. the mourning period seems to have passed but i really think im going to break down all over again when that day comes.

idk what else to really say here, but i needed to write something & get it outside of my head for a while. it feels nice to hear those “clickity clacks” from the keyboard hahahaha. i do wish i had the strength to journal it all out but sadly my wrist still be buggin. at least i still have tumblr. man tumblr was really THAT GORL back in the days, i miss her :( i used to come on here to post whatever bullshit i liked, had online mutuals for YEARS & was so young & carefree. now this fucking bag of bricks ripped open over my head, it made me feel the pain that my teenage brain thought it had already experienced.

there’s always the good & the bad to growing up. i’ve finally reached the level of being a woman that i’ve always wanted to. happily single for idk how many years now hahaha. been at my job for 4 going on 5 years (even though that might change soon) but sadly i haven’t gone back to finish school. man i miss college. i also really miss the great friends i met there. i hope theyre doing well. the downside to all of this is: life really smacked the shit outta me recently that nothing i’ve learned & gone through can help me out in this moment. yeah yeah yeah i know i’m strong or whatever, but like????????? 

okay now it’s starting to sound like a rant HAHAHAHAHAHA i be lyyyying

okay okay foreal now. if you managed to read all this thanks. i dont know if anything made sense but as i mentioned before, it’s for me & my digital time capsule. 

also, don’t come at me for not capitalizing certain words/letters, i’m not here for a fucking grade hahahaha if you’ve seen my previous text posts, most aren’t properly typed out anyways. idc

well Phia i hope shit gets better. <3

[ 7.6.19** - 7.5.2023 ] te voy a extranar 

[autistic-shaiapouf]

I uh. think I might get the 2nd vaccine dose today

[your-jellyfish-senpai]

catch me ordering through door dash two dinners in a row bc im a mess and cant be bothered to try and cook anything

[olderthannetfic]

Could you rant a little about the way films could convey different POV/relative time? This is interesting to me as I cannot figure how that would work.

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Oh man... Okay, I'll try to come up with something relatively coherent and concise, but no promises.

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POV in film

This isn't quite as concrete as it is in writing. The film version is sometimes called "narrative perspective" instead. Sometimes "emotional perspective". When someone talks about whom we're "with" in a scene, it's often this same concept.

Unlike in most writing, film can shift whom we're with pretty frequently and still be seen as artistically good. Some films don't make very good use of visual/editing cues about whom we're with too, which makes it extra non-obvious.

How we tell who's the POV character or more the subject or more important is from things like who has the most closeups or the closer closeups. More closeups = more emotional intimacy with the character.

Who looks closest to the camera lens vs. being seen from the side or some more observation-y angle? More full-face view = more emotional intimacy. Can't see full face with full emotions = less intimacy

Who drives the cuts? Driving the cut means like:

There's a noise.

Character A turns to look.

Character B turns to look.

We cut to the thing they're looking at.

B is driving the cut there. B's interest is what tells the audience where to look and what's important. Character B making a decision and that ending the scene or character B's eyes leaving frame and that ending the scene are also examples of driving the cut.

I'm not saying every scene from every sitcom with a million characters will make this obvious, but if you go watch a scene from one of those films like The Godfather that film bros cream themselves over, you'll see a lot of meticulous, carefully-planned cinematography and editing like this.

I have some video meta on AO3 trying to demonstrate this type of thing if you need some examples.

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Temporality & Reality in Film

I have less of a canned lecture for this one. One of the early realizations by film editors was how humans interpret cuts. It's why montage works. If you stick thing A next to thing B, we assume that they're related. If they're two normal-seeming scenes, we assume that B closely follows A in time (if they're the same characters/location) or that they're concurrent (if not).

This is why i was so irritated with The Witcher S1 and all that "Ooh, we never tooooold you it was all happening at the same tiiime!!!"

Actually, you did, assholes. A straight cut means that.

If you did not mean that, then you would have used a transition of some kind, a sound cue, a radically different color grade, or some text on screen indicating when and where we are.

If A and B aren't just two normal scenes that are going to have a temporal relationship, we'll assume a metaphorical one. Like, if you edit a video of a politician and cut in clips of a pig rolling in mud, you can't go "Oh, I didn't meaaaan anything by it!" Everyone knows you were saying politician=pig and that whatever he's bloviating about = him rolling in the political muck.

See the Kuleshov effect for more on montage.

TBH, part of my problem with The Untamed is that I didn't feel they lingered on LWJ's impassiveness enough for me to get a sense of what lay under it. I wanted more of him looking blank, then WWX, then him looking blank. As it was, he felt blank to me.

Anyway, if you're trying to show that time or levels of reality are skipping around in film, you have various options. Often, a film will set up a pattern early on in a relatively clear way so that the audience understands that's the cue for Thing X later on.

The most typical cues are things you're familiar with: flashbacks are sepia toned, flashbacks are over-exposed and full of glowing white light, dream sequences are weird colors, characters who are on drugs can see distorted versions of reality but it sounds like everyone is shouting from a million miles away, etc.

Subtler sound cues are things like which mic was chosen. Most regular dialogue is recorded on a boom mic with support from lavs on individual actors. It sounds like it was recorded on set in a relatively open space, probably.

If you want to record the voices in the protagonist's head, you might choose some other mic in the studio, right next to the actor's mouth, so it sounds like a podcaster speaking directly into their microphone or something.

The voice is too pristine and too close. It doesn't sound like it's in the scene, so we can more easily buy it as being inside someone's head.

You could also achieve an unreal effect by adding some unnatural reverb.

I was teaching editing this morning, and my student showed me this scene from Dune. (It's the one with the guy and his mom around 3:50 if the link doesn't pop to the right spot.)

Pay attention to how the unnaturalness of the sounds builds. We start out with naturalistic sound design and return to it after. In the middle, there's an increase of tension music, wind chimes that shouldn't be that loud, etc. Then the time delay on his words. Then a subtle visual effect on her hand reaching for the glass.

Pay attention to how they cue 'back to reality'. We see her sort of waking up, the sound changes back, and we immediately cut to an insert shot showing the water in its original spot to make it clear we saw something that was not real before.

That's the kind of thing film can do to move from real to unreal to real again.

The way the editing jumps between insert shots of other things in the scene is perhaps mimicking how human concentration works or maybe heightening the unreal feel, or both. The windchimes could be that too: hyper-focusing guy hears a real noise as way more prominent than it would really be.

Film can convey what it's like to have your attention jump from thing to thing.

So can writing, but differently. Film is exceptionally good at depicting things like emotions we aren't sure how to describe and the eye being caught by movement and light. Novels are often better at capturing intellectual flights of fancy where your brain is relating 10 things you read to each other. (I know, I know, I just said "Books are good at verbal things". Very deep.)

[drabbles-mc]

With Me

Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Request by Anon:  I absolutely loved the new Nestor fics!! Can i request “(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.” with him????

Warnings: light angst (with a happy ending), language, Nestor being ~jealous and protective~

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Sorry my blog has been kinda dead lately. Been struggling with some work stuff and it’s given me a bit of writer’s block. I’m hoping to get back to it. Just know that if you sent me a request I am totally planning on writing for it, it just might not happen quickly. And I’m hoping to update my multi-chaps soon as well. Thanks for all your patience. Enjoy this lil Nestor one-shot! xo

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You were sitting on the barstool next to Nestor’s, both of you commiserating over how exhausting your weeks had been. Work was very different for the two of you, obviously, but you were both drained nonetheless.

The bar you went to was a quiet one. It was mostly business men and women doing the same thing the two of you were—blowing off steam after a long week. People didn’t pay the two of you much mind, which suited you just fine. You and Nestor had a habit of getting lost in your own little bubble anyway.

You were about to jump into your next work story when your phone started going off in your pocket. You glanced over at Nestor as if to ask if it was alright to answer. He nodded and you lifted the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” you paused, smiling, “Hey, baby. Nothing, I’m at the bar with Nestor. Do you wanna st—” you stopped, expression falling, “Oh, okay. No, I get it. I’ll talk to you later. Yea, you too. Bye.”

You hung up with a heavy sigh. Nestor sat silently for a moment before asking, “All good?”

You nodded, rolling your eyes, “Yea. Cancelled again.”

Even though he knew the answer, he still asked, “Dante?”

“Mhm,” you shook your head slightly, wondering why you were still at all surprised.

Nestor bit back the snide comments swirling around in his brain. He had never been a fan of Dante, and he let you know that. Nestor wasn’t ever rude to him, but they weren’t friends either. You knew that it didn’t help that your boyfriend was intimidated by Nestor, even if he never admitted it.

“That mean you have time for another drink?” he tried to lighten the mood.

You laughed, “Means I have time for a few more,” you immediately flagged down the bartender to order another round for both of you.

A few quickly turned into…more than that for you. Nestor tried to get you to slow down but he knew that it was a losing battle at that point. The best he could do for you was to take your keys, so he did. He knew that after an already shitty week, this was the final straw, but he still hated to see you so drained and frustrated and still trying to pretend that you were alright.

“Fuck him,” you blurted out as Nestor helped you stumble-walk to his car.

He chuckled, “I know.”

He let you rant the whole drive to your apartment about how fed up you were with your boyfriend. He wondered if you’d remember it all in the morning and finally, maybe, break up with him. Nestor knew he was biased, but you deserved better. He told you that constantly, but you always waved him off, saying it wasn’t that bad.

“Your relationship should be better than just not bad, Y/N,” trying to talk sense to you in the state that you were in was futile, but he still had to try.

“You’re so sweet, Nestor,” you cooed tiredly from the passenger seat.

He didn’t respond, not wanting to feed into words you wouldn’t remember in the morning. He glanced over at you a couple minutes later and saw that you’d fallen asleep. There was no stopping the smile that spread across his face at the sight of you.

Before he knew it, he was parking in front of your apartment building. As much as he didn’t want to wake you, he knew he had to. He got out and walked over to your side of the car, nudging you awake. You groaned in protest, but allowed him to help you out of the vehicle.

He was thankful that you only lived on the second floor of your building. With a sigh, he knocked on the door. He’d already let your roommate know that he was bringing you home. She opened the door, clearly exhausted and bundled up in her bathrobe.

“Sorry,” he offered up as he crossed the threshold into the apartment.

She shook her head, “Don’t be. Thanks for getting her home safely.”

He helped you to your room, gently lowering you onto the bed. You had no desire to change into pajamas and it wasn’t a battle that Nestor was going to pick. He pulled the blanket up over you, letting out a quiet sigh as he lightly rested his hand on your shoulder for a moment.

Not wanting to linger for too long, he turned and walked back towards your bedroom door. He heard you mumble out a quiet thank you, and he smiled to himself as he shut the door behind him.

Your roommate was still in the living room, an expectant look on her face, “Can I ask what happened to her?”

Nestor sighed and shrugged, “Shit with Dante.”

She shook her head, “Of course.”

“They have a lot of issues lately?”

She shot him a curious look, “No more than usual, I guess. Why?”

“He’s a waste of her fucking time.”

She bit back a laugh, knowing that Nestor was extra protective of you. She had a pretty good idea of why, too, “No, really, tell me how you really feel,” she smiled.

“Come on, you see it too, right? He doesn’t deserve her. She doesn’t belong with him.”

She fought back the urge to smile, “Who does she belong with, then?”

“With me,” the words came out before he could stop them. His eyes went wide, instantly realizing what he had said. Before he could try to take it back, though, she held up her hand to stop him.

“You ever gonna say anything to her about that?”

He shook his head, “What’s the point?”

She shrugged, “You might be more convincing than you think. That’s all.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line, “Mhm,” he sighed, “Anyway. Sorry for barging in so late.”

She chuckled, “Don’t worry about it.”

“I can take her to get her car tomorrow.”

She nodded, “Sounds good. Have a good night.”

“You too,” he walked out of the apartment, shutting the door quietly behind him.

He was mentally kicking himself the whole drive home. Why he wasn’t able to catch himself before he said anything was beyond him—he was usually better than that. He just hoped that your roommate wouldn’t say anything to you about it.

You woke up the next morning with a groan, and a throbbing sensation in your head. You had a vague set of memories from the night before, but it was hard to think about it through the hangover. You slowly forced yourself to sit upright, gently rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You checked your phone and saw that you had multiple missed texts from your boyfriend, and that was when it all really came rushing back. You let out a heavy sigh, making the conscious choice to ignore him for the time being. You weren’t done being upset with him.

You slowly made your way to the kitchen for coffee and aspirin. You heard your roommate chuckling from the living room and shook your head, “Don’t.”

She laughed, “What are you talking about? I didn’t say anything.”

You sighed as you poured coffee into your mug, “You don’t have to. I already know what you’re going to say.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

You threw back a few aspirin before turning to look at your friend, “You’re going to say that he is more stress than he’s worth, and that I should’ve left him about ten cancelled dates ago.”

She nodded, “And the number will keep getting higher the longer you put it off.”

You shook your head slightly, “I know it’s shitty, Julia. I’m not an idiot.”

“I never said that you were. But you know that if the roles were reversed you would be telling me the same thing.”

You let out a dry laugh, “Since when do I ever take my own advice?”

“Maybe you should start,” she paused for a moment, “Nestor said he’d take you to go get your car, by the way.”

“Fuck,” you groaned, “My car. Didn’t even think about that.”

She shrugged, “Call him. I’m sure he’d be more than happy to come and whisk you away.”

You chuckled as you got your phone out to text him, “You make it sound so extravagant.”

“He’s a good guy, you know,” she sipped on her coffee.

You looked over at her, “Don’t.”

“What? I’m just…stating a fact.”

You took another swig of your coffee and walked away without another word on the matter, desperate to take a shower and put some more comfortable clothes on. You couldn’t remember the last time you fell asleep in your work clothes like that.

By the time you were done showering and getting ready, Nestor was already outside your apartment building. You said goodbye to your roommate, trying to make it was quick as possible before she could say anything else. On a couple other occasions, before Dante, she had made comments about you and Nestor. She laid off of it once you got a boyfriend, though, so you were wondering what made her pick the habit back up again.

You collapsed into the passenger seat of Nestor’s car with a sigh. He looked over at you, smiling, “Looks like you had a rough one last night.”

“Thank you so much for bringing me home. I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head, “Don’t be. Glad I could help,” he paused, “You talk to him at all?”

You sighed, “No. I don’t even want to at this point. He’s just gonna apologize and say it won’t happen again. But it will.”

“Why are you wasting your time with him, then?” he kept his tone fairly neutral considering how much the situation bothered him.

You shrugged, “Sometimes I’m not even sure, honestly. Sunk cost, maybe? I don’t know. Breakups are always so messy.”

“I can deliver the message for you,” there was a lightness to his tone but you knew that he definitely would.

“Ha, that would be a sight for sure,” you laughed, shaking your head.

The rest of the ride passed with silence between the two of you, the only noise coming from the music playing quietly from the car radio. Every now and then you’d look over at Nestor, thinking about what your roommate had said. With concentrated effort you were able to push the thoughts from your mind.

“I’m just saying,” he said out of nowhere as he pulled into the parking lot of the bar, “you deserve someone who, at minimum, fucking shows up for you.”

You smiled at him, “I appreciate it, Nestor,” you unbuckled and stepped out of the car, walking around to his side as he got out, “And I appreciate you always looking out for me. I’ve got it handled, though.”

He stood in front of you as you leaned back against the side of his car, toying idly with the keys in between your fingers. There was a small smirk on his face as he took in the sight of you, still thinking you looked beautiful hungover in your sweats, fresh out of the shower.

He shrugged, “I know I can’t tell you what to do. But you deserve more than being disappointed all the time,” he sighed, “You know I think Dante’s an asshole. But I’d be willing to look past that if he was at least good to you, but he’s not. You talk about sunk cost but why keep wasting your fucking time if he’s not even making you happy?”

You couldn’t meet his eyes, “Because it’s better than being alone.”

“He’s still making you feel that way anyway, though!”

“I know!” you snapped. You took an unsteady breath, knowing that this blowout was a long time coming. You just wished that it didn’t have to happen right in that moment, “You’re right, okay? And yea I know better than to just be with someone for the sake of being with someone but…I don’t fucking know, Nes,” you shook your head, “Sometimes I just think that it’s easier this way. I know what to expect, even if the expectations aren’t exactly good. Leaving and having to tear down all those walls again with someone new? That’s fucking exhausting and I don’t want to keep doing that over and over again.”

“So you’re just gonna stay with him and be miserable forever?”

“Forever,” you scoffed, “C’mon, don’t be dramatic.”

“Well that’s the alternative, right? You either leave him, or you stay with him forever.”

“Why is this such a fucking issue for you all of a sudden?”

“Because you were on the brink of a fucking bender last night because of him. I hate that someone out there is making you feel that way when they’re supposed to be the one making you happy.”

“It’s not your job to worry about me and keep me in check,” your eyes were glued to the tips of your shoes.

“Yea, it is,” he stepped in, gently cupping your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him, “because I care about you.”

A wave of heat washed over your entire body and you couldn’t force yourself to move, or talk. All you could do was look into his eyes and try not to let your knees buckle underneath you. You and Nestor had hugged and touched a million times but not like this, never like this. He made you feel small and safe all at once.

“I just want you to be happy,” his voice was soft.

“I know,” you finally forced the words out, barely audible.

He traced his thumb across your cheek, “I could make you so happy, Y/N.”

You didn’t know why you felt like you were about to cry, but you did. You tried to take a deep breath to calm your nerves as you rested your hands over his. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, “I know.”

“Will you let me do that?”

“Nes…”

“You know I’m right. You said it yourself,” he let out a soft chuckle as his hands slid down so they were resting on your shoulders.

You smiled up at him, realizing how close he had gotten, closing what little distance was between the two of you and nearly pinning you against the side of the car. You ran your hands over your face, a smirk fighting its way onto your face despite the myriad of emotions coursing through you, “You’re not gonna let this go, huh?”

He smiled, shaking his head, “No.”

You laughed, but your expression quickly sobered as you looked him in the eye, “I can’t lose you, Nestor.”

“You won’t,” there was no hesitation in his response, “I promise. You just, you gotta give me a chance.” You took a deep breath, leaning forward so your forehead rested against his chest. You shut your eyes, reveling in the way his arms instantly wrapped around you. He gave you a light squeeze, “You deserve to be happy.”

You pulled back from him just enough so that you could look at his face. He had one of the softest smiles you’d ever seen, and you couldn’t help but to smile in return when you saw it. You rested your hands on his chest, “We’re really gonna do this?”

“Only if you want to.”

You nodded, “I do.”

He smiled, “Then yea, we’re really doing this,” he pulled you tight against his chest with a laugh, “Can I break the news to Dante?”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Absolutely not. I get to do that part.”

He let out an exaggerated sigh, “Fine. I guess that’s fair.”

The two of you stood there like that for a few moments, processing the weight of everything that had just happened. You could feel the steady beat of his heart through his shirt, and despite the chaos of the situation that you were in, you found yourself feeling calm, reassured.

“Thank you,” you finally broke the silence, “for, you know, for not giving up on me.”

He squeezed you tight for a moment, “I’ve got you, always.”

It was refreshing to be able to believe what you were being told. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he meant it, knowing that your days of questioning things and being filled with disappointment and uncertainty were over. He felt like a breath of fresh air, like you were coming home after being away for far too long.

[blessedarethebinarybreakers]

Looking over your blog, I'm not sure weather to laugh or cry at what you believe. You're making God an image of yourself, trying to fit in your beliefs onto him. Giving out a false doctrine, God's word does not change to suit the status of this world, your twisting the word of God to make yourself feel comfortable. You better change the way you view God and Bible, because when you stand in front of God in the end the words that he will say to you are "Depart from me I never knew you"

cw pointless rant, queerphobic anon

so. my policy is not to engage with anon hate because if you’re not willing to enter into true dialogue i’m not gonna spend my limited time and energy on you -- and more importantly, i don’t want to expose my followers to hateful stuff.

but congratulations to anon no. 3 from the other day, you successfully boiled my blood! you’re getting a rise outta me! good work.

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“You better change the way you view God and Bible, because when you stand in front of God in the end the words that he will say to you are "Depart from me I never knew you"”

So you’re referencing Matthew 25:31-46, i.e. one of the most powerful exhortations to tangible, active service in the Bible. This is a passage that emphasizes orthopraxy ( “right action” ) over orthodoxy ( “right belief” ) -- and yet here you are accusing me of molding scripture to suit my needs while you make use of this action-focused passage to damn me for my beliefs.

The ones whom "the Son of Humanity” rejects in this story are those who might have their beliefs right (they know to call Jesus “Lord”), but who still failed to attend to the needs of their fellow human beings -- particularly those with whom Jesus most identifies: the hungry, thirsty, naked, imprisoned, stranger, etc.

Look. i’m a human being with a finite understanding and plenty of flaws. i know i don’t have everything right when it comes to what i think about the Bible and/or God. And therefore i thank God that getting in to God’s Kin(g)dom doesn’t come with a written exam where i have to get all the answers right. God knows no human being would pass such an exam! What Jesus is more concerned about is how we relate to one another. My gravest failings don’t involve mistaken interpretations, but rather the many times i’ve failed to reach out to an outcast, to insist that people’s basic needs are met, to stand up for those in prisons, and so on.

Honestly, now that i’ve written all this out, anon, i’m not really angry anymore. i’m just...sad. Because if living into the Kin(g)dom of God is about worshipping God through right relationship not only with Them but also with fellow human beings, well...i might be failing that here with you. i’m ready to curse you and spurn you and refuse connection with you. ...maybe that’s fine -- maybe i can “shake the dust from my feet” because trying to connect with you on a mutual level is so unlikely...or maybe i’m supposed to try to connect if i can. i don’t know. i don’t know. i’m sad and tired just thinking about it.

Anyway. Here’s hoping you and i can both learn to live into Jesus’s challenging call, so that he will recognize us by our fruits and tell us both “well done.” Maybe you and i will connect then, be empowered to build a true relationship then.

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oh huh, since i’m publishing this where people will see your comments, i should probably respond to the first half of your message too...

....But i get that you and i are speaking two very different languages when it comes to discussing the Bible, so i’m unlikely to say anything that makes sense to you. In case you just don’t know about the different ways different Christians engage with scripture, i’ve got a webpage on the framework i and many of my denominations employ. If you’re interested.

For now, the following is more for anyone else who wants to see my answer to your accusations about making God in my image and all that.

look. i do my best not to let my own thoughts and biases corrupt the blessed glimpses God offers me of Themself..... After all, as Shirley Guthrie writes,

“There is always the danger that we will find in the Bible only what we take with us to it – that we will use it to confirm what we already think and will only hear what we want to hear. …Comfortable, powerful people usually find that the Bible supports social and political conservatism; poor, exploited people usually find that it supports social and political reform or revolution. What is to keep us from simply using the Bible to give authority to our own religious, social, political, and economic prejudices? What is to prevent us from using the study of this ancient book as a pious excuse for refusing to face the radical claims of the living God on every area of our lives, here and now?"

i do everything i can to remain aware of my own biases and assumptions, and sort of balance my own perspective by reading up on as many others as i can -- Fundamentalist, sure, as well as Womanist, Disabled, Indigenous, Dalit, liberationist, atheist, Jewish, on and on. The more perspectives we bring to the table, the more obvious it is how we all are influenced by our own contextual location when we try to interpret scripture or get to know God. But in listening to and learning from one another, we can get more and more glimpses. 

I’ll close with some links to other posts that might help anyone troubled by content in anon’s ask:

“How do we take context into account when reading the Bible without using it to justify what we already think?”

“God is dead. Which God?”

A short sermon I once preached about Romans 12′s “Don’t be conformed to the world” and how it’s used against queer folks and others when it’s those whose theologies uphold the status quo that are “conforming to the world”

“How do you deal with the Bible passages that “condemn” being gay? / If God is okay with LGBT people why does the Bible speak against it?”

“I’m scared of going to hell for being lgbt / i’m struggling to accept myself”

[marshvlovestv]

Eric in the Pod Room - An impassioned defense of a man at his worst

Big tw for discussions of suicide, suicidal ideation, and mental illness, and lots of me projecting my own issues onto a terrible fictional character

I’m in a really bad place mentally right now and I’m immersing myself in a Zero Escape Let’s Play series to distract myself from it. It definitely isn’t the healthiest thing for me to be hyperfixated on right now - the series has a chummy relationship with the concept of suicide, after all, and suicidal thoughts are my worst symptom at the moment. But you know what, it’s twisted, but I’m so dangerously comfortable with my own suicidality at this point that the themes of suicide in Zero Escape almost feel warm and welcoming, to the point where I’d even consider them a factor in why I am so obsessed with the series.

I was working on a larger meta, which most of this post is an excerpt from, about the many suicides from Zero Time Dilemma specifically - none of them influenced by Radical-6, all of them with some interesting psychological analysis to be done concerning them. But the Let’s Players have reached the Pod Room, the puzzle that seems to singlehandedly give players the most reason to hate my favorite character. They turned out to be no exception, and they spent the length of the puzzle going on and on about how they despise Eric. I got really tense and upset and thought, “You know what? Forget about Diana, Carlos, and Delta. I can talk about them later. All I want to do right now is come to Eric’s defense. I want to talk about my boy.”

Like, I get it, you know? The first time I saw the Pod Room, I wasn’t the biggest fan of Eric, either. He bullies Sean, he actively refuses to be of any help in solving the puzzle, he makes lewd comments about Mira (and for the record, the problem I have with this is the fact that he says these things around a child, not the comments themselves; people should be allowed to experience and express sexual attraction and that is a hill I will die on). After the puzzle itself, we learn about Eric’s deepest trauma and after that I see people either feel bad for hating him and begin to sympathize with him fully, or go, “Yeah, that sucks for him, but it still doesn’t forgive a damn thing. He’s the worst and I hate him and I hate this game for making him exist.” I am firmly in the first camp, if you couldn’t tell.

Lest we forget: This is the route at the end of which Eric commits suicide. A murder-suicide, granted, but still. He takes his own life. The Pod Room is the start of Eric’s descent into rock bottom and I just... can’t hate him for that, especially not when I recognize some of myself in him. I have never killed another person (I promise); I don’t have homicidal thoughts. I don’t know personally what would compel someone to commit a murder-suicide and I don’t even want to speculate. But his homicidal tendencies aside, Eric and his suicidality have always spoken to me personally.

I’ve done plenty of analysis of Eric in the past under the lens of personality disorders, and my most general conclusions are that he suffers from PTSD, dependent personality disorder, and possibly borderline personality disorder as well. Suicidality is highly correlated with all three of those disorders, and as such I find it highly unlikely that his decision to kill himself in this route is a spontaneous one. If he is anything like me, when he isn’t actively, imminently suicidal, he probably still spends a lot of time imagining worst-case scenarios in which suicide would be a no-brainer. For me, my worst-case scenarios often involve the loss of my parents; they are my Safe People, people around whom my AvPD symptoms are less extreme and my behavior is less inhibited, and I seriously fear for my ability to function without them in my life. Sufferers of many different personality disorders have “special people” like this in some way or another. DPD and BPD have, respectively, Depended People and Favorite People, the objects of the sufferer’s attachment. Mira clearly fulfills both of these roles in Eric’s life, and lots of his worst-case scenarios must involve the loss of her.

Before her death is even confirmed, we can see how much he struggles to function without her there in the puzzle room. I read Eric’s behavior in the Pod Room as him flailing in the absence of his special person. The Let’s Players I’m watching have even made derisive comments about how he doesn’t even know how to be a person, and I’m sitting here like, yeah. You’re right. He doesn’t know how to be a person, not right now. His identity and self-worth are tied to a person who has disappeared under mysterious and stressful circumstances; without her, he feels useless and helpless, which is why he’s overwhelmed by something as simple as a sliding block puzzle. Without her, he loses his grip on his self-control, which is why he has no filter to stop him from saying inappropriate things and why can’t stop his worse impulses to mistreat people. I’m not trying to say that anything he does in the Pod Room is right, but there is a reasonable explanation for why he acts the way he does.

And then, they find Mira’s body. One of Eric’s worst-case scenarios has come true, and in the process he has lost not only the person most important to him but the very sense of self that said person helped him feel. It’s just as bad as he always imagined, and even worse, she was killed in exactly the same way his brother was, triggering a PTSD flashback. His trauma is further compounded by being shown graphic video of Junpei and Akane’s deaths (and later just being shown their dismembered bodies in person).The devastation he must be feeling in this moment is beyond what I can even comprehend and I fully understand why he snaps.

Again, I don’t want to speculate as to why his mind goes “revenge first, suicide second” and why he kills people he could be reasonably sure are innocent. All I can say for sure is that, when he does ultimately kill himself, it’s not out of guilt and it’s not out of fear of consequences. His last words are promising Mira that he’ll be with her soon. The suicide is about her. It was always about her. It’s not just that he’ll miss her; he genuinely cannot picture a life for himself where she is not a part of it, at least not a good one.

(Quick sidenote here to talk about one other thing that Eric does in this route: shooting out the X-Pass authenticator. Once Mira’s body is found, six people have died, meaning that Eric, Sean, and Q are free to leave. But Eric shoots out the authentication device before this is possible. When this happened in the Let’s Play, the players called him an idiot for destroying his own means of escape, which really annoyed me. Here’s the thing: Eric is already actively suicidal at this point. He destroys his key to the outside world because he can no longer imagine a life for himself in the outside world. Shooting the authenticator was in itself an act of suicide, even though he wasn’t pulling the trigger on himself.)

All of this is not to say that Eric is okay in the true end and should be left to his own devices. He’s a man in pain, a man in constant crisis, and he’s in desperate need of intervention to prevent him from harming himself or others. I like him and Mira together and she will likely always be a special (Depended, Favorite) person to him, but he can’t and shouldn’t rely on his relationship with her to keep his head above water and keep him from acting the way he did in the Pod Room. Eric needs professional help; but call me optimistic, I think that learning from Sean about how he acted on the other routes, what it looks like when he is truly at rock bottom, might inspire him to seek that help.

Anyway. Sorry for the rant, I hope it was interesting at least. I’m going to go refill my medications and schedule an appointment with my therapist because, as fun and cathartic as this was to write, it’s definitely not healthy to get this riled up over fictional characters; plus, I can’t rightly advocate for a fictional character to get help when I’m not taking care of myself, can I?

[asettledsky]

Why do you think all GoT ships are poison?

Okay, to be clear, when I say this I am thinking in terms of the type of people who actually judge ships and categorize them as good or bad.

I don't do that myself, so excuse me if this doesn't make any actual sense.

From what I understand, people identify as antis because they are anti fictional abusive relationships. Which.... is fine. I think the intent there comes from a good place even if the idea is flawed and there are a lot of toxic radicals who've adopted the term.

So, speaking from that perspective,.... Game of Thrones is entirely irredeemable.

There are no good portrayals of romantic relationships in GoT. There are barely any good people in GoT.

Like, even Sansa gleefully watched Ramsey get eaten alive by his own dogs. In the TV series anyway. After what he put her through I can't exactly blame her, but still. Not exactly saintly. Though I will say that all of her more vicious moments were satisfying to watch, simply because she was finally in a place of power so she could bite back.

I haven't read or watched any of the interviews in a while so my memory might be off, but I'm fairly certain GRRM said that this was intentional. That none of his characters were supposed to be purely good or evil because the world isn't black and white.

I think Ned Stark was supposed to be a stereotypically good knight type character as a red herring. But then he's offed as an example to the reader that this isn't that kind of story.

There are no good characters. And they all have fairly skewed ideas of what love is or is supposed to look like. Most of them are only in relationships at all for the sake of power.

They aren't in healthy relationships, they aren't capable of having them.

I think Jaime and Brienne come the closest, in canon? But I'm sure if you find an anti who dislikes the pairing they'll be able to pick it apart for you. They're good at that.

Though maybe they'll just rant about Jaime banging his sister and therefore being a worthless incestuous scumbag and Brienne/Tormund is infinitely better.

Circling back to your original question. All the ships are poison because they are all toxic. Game of Thrones is filled with abusive people who lord their power over others, and if they aren't that they're naive and idealistic. Or mentally unstable.

Which characters could possibly be in what an anti would consider a good relationship?

Ned and Catelyn maybe? Even then it was an arranged marriage and it only worked so well because she believed in being a dutiful wife and he believed in being honorable. They were in best outcome in a flawed and inherently misogynistic system.

[theliterarywolf]

How was the sequel to Tales from The Hood, a shitshow?

The original Tales from the Hood, while having some campy horror elements, still managed to present its stories and tone competently while still incorporating themes of struggles of black Americans in urban areas. 

Examples: 

A black politician who’s been trying to fight against police corruption gets beaten to death and injected with drugs post-mortem by said corrupt cops to slander his name. The politician returns from the dead to exact vengeance. Obviously this short tackles police brutality and corruption.

A little boy and his mother who are constantly beaten and abused by what he draws and identifies as a ‘monster’ who, it turns out, is the mother’s new boyfriend. The theme here is Domestic Violence and how often people try to brush it under the rug as just a way of life in the community. 

A former klansman-turned senator buys a building called ‘The Dollhouse’ that is of high historical significance to the local black community, despite their wishes and complaints, to serve as the headquarters for his racist campaign to become governor. The house in of itself was where a confederate-supporter, after the loss of the Civil War, decided to murder all of his slaves rather than see them freed. Their restless souls haunted the place until a ‘voodoo woman’ managed to calm their souls and place them into dolls. You can pretty much guess where this is going and the themes.

The final entry centers around a gang-member who, after getting hunted and shot down by rival gang-members, is taken into police custody and is given one last chance for freedom by a doctor’s new, radical behavioral therapy program. Said therapy takes a note right out of A Clockwork Orange and bombards our main character with alternating images of brutal gang-violence and KKK lynchings. After which, he is berated with apparitions of all the people he’s shot and killed; including a little girl who was a victim during one of his drive-by shootings. Of course, this kind of therapy will only be successful if the subject shows some remorse...

And all of this is wrapped in a framing device of three gang-members trying to find some drugs at a funeral-home, even harassing the funeral-director, which turns out to be a portal into hell.

... *deep breath*

I have to do a ‘Read More’ because this post got long. But I implore you guys to read on to see the abyss of insanity and bad directions that were taken in regards to the sequel of this movie. Please.

The sequel decided to throw ALL NUANCE AND TACT out of the window and give us such wonderful stories as: 

A white girl and a black girl are on a road-trip and decide to go to the... ugh... Museum of Negrosity where the owner chastises them on thinking that the uncomfortable racist memorabilia he owns (collections of minstrel show cartoons, golliwog and pickaninny dolls) are things of the past instead of acknowledging them as parts of America’s racist past. And, for some reason, the white girl is obsessed with buying one of the golliwog dolls because she had one when she was little. Anyway, they sneak back in later with the white girl’s brother who happens to be the black girl’s boyfriend, so they can steal one of the dolls. Through hijinks, the doll comes to life and grows to the size of a human being. The brother/boyfriend gets whipped to death, the black girl gets cut in half by a minstrel-colored guillotine, and the white girl... Fucks the giant golliwog doll, gets pregnant, and a few days later, has her stomach torn open as a bunch of baby versions of the doll go flying out everywhere.

Some gang-members track down a former pimp who’s changed his ways to try and shake him down for some owed money. He doesn’t comply, so they kill him but, golly-gee! How are they going to get the money now~? Oh, I know! Hold a scam medium hostage so he can perform a seance to talk to the pimp to find out about the money. But, oh no~ It looks like the medium’s powers decide to actually work this time~ Ooh~

Two douchebags hookup with two hot chicks and, after the world’s worst game of Cards Against Humanity, they decide to roofie the girls so they can record themselves raping them so they can post it to ‘le dark web’. ... Lo’ and behold, the girls turn out to be vampires who were playing 4D chess to rope the two douchebags in so they can use them for their own recording-something-brutal-to-post-online scheme. 

And... The LAST one. Oh my God, the LAST ONE. *deep breath* Okay.

So we follow a black republican councilman who is married to a white woman and they’re expecting a baby after a long line of miscarriages. But the wife is having weird bouts of bad dreams and insomnia. What are the bad dreams about? 

... I need you guys to understand. That I am not shitposting when I type the following words. *deep breath* Okay. 

The wife is being haunted by the ghost of Emmett Till telling her that she doesn’t deserve to have her baby. You know? Emmett Till? The victim of one of the most brutal, horrific murders in America due to one of the most disgusting, vile acts of racism? THAT EMMETT TILL?!

So..! The black councilman is working for a white politician who... I’m just going to put a direct quote from the movie so you can get where they were coming from.

“That man wants to close down ten more voting locations, all of them in black districts!”

Anyway, after a house-call from a doctor who brushes off the dreams as hormones, the councilman hosts a party for the politician who’s running slogan is ‘Let’s take Mississippi back!’ Gee-golly-willickers! Can’t imagine where they were coming from with that one!!

So the party goes on, the politician even congratulating our councilman on his ‘white wife’, but said wife rushes downstairs after having another dream; ranting about ‘that boy from the field has decided to LIVE! And if he lives, our baby’s going to die!’ And she runs outside with a machete to try and kill the ghost of Emmett Till (who, again, very real person and victim of racist brutality). 

So the councilman’s mother and the local voodoo expert drive up and the voodoo expert tells the councilman that Emmett Till is trying to talk to him about the nature of sacrifice. The next day, the wife is talking about how her stomach is getting smaller, but the councilman doesn’t want to hear any of it and calls the doctor again. And, guys..?! If shit hadn’t jumped the rails before?! The train just starts doing cartwheels from here. 

The doctor is suspiciously short-tempered with the politician this time around and he does examine the wife to confirm that her stomach is indeed shrinking. However, when he’s told that the councilman is the father, he storms out and snaps “I don’t work for coloreds!” 

Then the wife runs out of bed and tells the doctor that the councilman isn’t her husband and that he kidnapped and raped her. So both the wife and the doctor drive off and the councilman realizes that the world has somehow gone back to the era of Jim Crow. 

... Oooh my gosh, typing this is making me want to commit toaster-bath but it gets so much worse..!

So, after the voodoo expert comes to chastise the councilman about not ‘respecting the sacrifices that have been gifted to you’, he is able to see the ghost of Emmett Till (who was a real person, why is this happening..?!) who is there to tell him that he’s decided that he wants to live. Which means that the world will never see the brutal images of his body at his funeral and that will cause a Butterfly Effect in history that will make it so that the Civil Rights Movement never happened. 

You may be questioning the logistics of this, but don’t worry! The ghosts of the girls killed in the 1963 16th Street Baptist Church Bombing in Birmingham come to explain and further berate the councilman about ‘respecting the sacrifices that have been gifted to him’ and working for a racist politician. 

But wait! There’s more! *whines* I keep crying out to God but he won’t answer...

They’re soon joined by the ghosts of the three Freedom Riders who were killed during the Mississippi Burning Murders, the ghost of Civil Rights Activist Medgar Evers, and DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. 

Not to mention several other unnamed figures who walk up while everyone else starts chanting about ‘respecting the sacrifices that have been gifted to you’, who look like Rosa Parks and Frederick Douglass, just to name a few. 

... I need a drink. I need a cold, stiff drink. ... Almost done. 

So, in comes the Klan. You know, the white-robed bastards; I hear they have an outreach center a few cities away from me. Sure, fine, whatever. The wife is leading them along with the white politician who hits the councilman’s mother in the face with a baton and Emmett Till stops time just as reinforcements show up to tell the councilman that, in order for everything to go back to normal, he has to join the ranks of those who sacrificed. 

“If what you want is worth us dying for, how come its not worth you dying for?!”

And, at first, the councilman disagrees; even being dragged away by Klansmen. However! It’s his wife angrily spitting in his face that makes him realize that this world isn’t the world he wants to live in. So he runs over to Emmett Till to tell him that he will join him... And then he’s beaten to death, becoming a sacrifice to get the world back to normal. And, once it is, his spirit joins Emmett Till’s and walks off into the great beyond. 

So! Not only did this schlocky, B-movie horror movie sequel decide to use a REAL LIFE VICTIM of racism-driven brutality as a story-device, but it also wants to put forth the message that the people who lost their lives during the Civil Rights Movement? Yeah, they HAD to die! Otherwise the Civil Rights Movement would never have happened~!

You see why I hate the sequel to Tales from the Hood so much? Not even mentioning the terrible framing segments of a racial-profiling robot being told these stories so it knows what ‘criminals’ to go after, but this movie is just a temple of ‘WHY?! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!?!?!’