#ordinary child

[identityarchitect]

i experienced significant anxiety when someone coercively took a personal belonging from me. this is because i have "addiction to not being stolen from" disorder. there's no other realistic reason.

i experienced physical symptoms like distress, stomach aches, and shakiness when someone coercively took a belonging that is used by medical professionals, and my bank, to confirm my identity and to give me control over my finances. this is because i have "addiction to not having my identity stolen" disorder and i was going through withdrawal. there's no other realistic reason.

the thought of someone revoking or obstructing my access to the primary function of an internet-connected belonging because they discovered i was accessing material about moving out of an unsafe housing situation is acutely distressing to me. this is because i have "addiction to not living in an unsafe housing situation" disorder. there's no other realistic reason.

when a personal belonging primarily used for communication between people, especially between friends, was taken from me, i felt depressed and isolated. this is because i have "addiction to socialising" disorder. there's no other realistic reason.

when someone took my phone, i was anxious, felt ill, and was depressed. this is because i have a phone addiction. there's no other realistic reason.

[thechaotichorselord]

WIP that i hope to finish

i just wanna post what i got so far because i’m proud of it :3

song is QUEEN- english cover by trickle

Black belongs to @blackkatdraws

[likeabxrdinflight]

...I should be editing my dissertation but now I'm thinking about how both Azula and Katara are perhaps the most "adultified" of the atla characters and...hmm. Interesting.

[miroana]

Torn between being:

- rather upset that the Secret History is viral and therefore not written for solely me to think about and base my personality on, and

- extremely delighted at how enraged the greek class would be upon learning that their gorgeously aesthetic classical tragedy (which depicts how their lives were marred by hubris, illusion, and excess, inevitably leading them down a path to madness and death) has become mainstream

[e-adlirez]

Spoilers for Sinsmas/Sinsmas ramble

So I had Sinsmas paused on my browser to do life stuff as usual, I Will Be Okay was in my head, and I walked back to my computer after life stuff and realized the frame I had it paused on was

D

Do you see what I'm seeing

Their positions aren't just similar, they're reversed. In "I Will Be Okay", Via is on the floor and Stolas's shadow is standing up, looking down on her and reaching a hand to her from above, which she swats away. At the end of Sinsmas, Stolas is kneeling on the floor, with Via looking down at him from above, and her hand resting on Stolas's, which she pulls away from.

AND THE PARALLELS AND REVERSALS DON'T END THERE

From what I could see, it seems like there's only one instance where the parallel doesn't totally apply.

This.

Merry Sinsmas, Helluva Boss fandom :D

:'D

[francesderwent]

something that I think the “have fun and be yourself” discourse tends to miss is that it’s all very well saying do whatever you want and don’t worry about what people think because the people who judge you aren’t worth your time, but sometimes you choose to act normal because you have a task to do or you’re in a conversation that you care about, and having to stop in the middle for your interlocutor to say bewilderedly “but why did you do that in such a quirky way” would be wasting time and getting off topic. choosing to act normal to avoid that is not being inauthentic out of unhealthy fear of censure. it’s just prudence.

[dykesynthezoid]

“People only hate Marius bc they’re being selective about how they judge vampire morality, they’re all monsters” well if it makes you feel any better I still wouldn’t like him even without the grooming thing. Hope this helps

[theboykingsmichaelsword]

"sam didn't wear a halloween costume during the pilot" you fool, him being 'normal' was his costume

[wodania]

protecting my peace i hate that fandom so much… like i feel anger and hatred in my heart when i see someone acting like these characters are real. a runner for the most delusional fandom award.

[ummmuhhidk]

getting back into a series my dad got me into as a kid and one of the most recent developments is that a character has come out as transfem to her sister (who is/was a very christian very sheltered typa girl) and was accepted. literally like maybe 10 days ago. fucking ten days. the comics been goin on since uhhh like when, 2010? yeah 2010. the character was revealed to be a heavily closeted transfem person in TWENTY FUCKJNG THIRTEEN THIS WAS A 9 YEAR WAIT AND IT FUCKING HAPPENED!!!!!! also let me fucking tell you when i first read the comic where she came out (shes a writer, sent a link to her work to someone and it had her name as opposed to her deadname) to someone i . okay well it seems i had the physical book version of some of the story and i uh. i flipped back to that page so much that the book may have uhhh fallen the fuck apart . jesus

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[rotzaprachim]

the thing about andor season 1 being a moses arc is that cassian andor literally is moses. once you mention that moses’s rise to leader serves as scaffolding to almost every major character moment for cassian well you just can’t unsee it

[gemkun]

hi it’s almost 1 am but i was talking to @blindbet about the divergent universe in relation to dr ratio and it got very introspective.

so we know that veritas collaborated with screwllum to create this program , and it is plainly obvious as you play along. since even though it is surrounding mortals and aeons both , we all know how screwllum’s fascination lies with humanity. so it got me thinking about who is the most human character out there : dr ratio. which is who he models a lot of the equations around , you just need to read some of the descriptions.

okay with that in mind , even veritas himself emphasises how he is a mundanite and a mediocre in an arguably excessive amount. despite this , there is no denying his celebrity status and how the people of his homeworld have thrust expectations upon him with such heavy weight.

i’ve already written posts about the volatile balance of dr ratio and his pursuit for nous’ gaze , so i won’t elaborate here , but i think the rejection and failure to acquire it is a large reason why veritas turned away from this ascension to what his people had praised him and hoped he would be — the saviour of their world. it’s why he continuously states he is just an ordinary man — as if he’s trying to convince himself this is fact , instead of being this prophesised salvation. but of course , if he is the most human , he must ache from how nous refuses to glance to him.

it might be a stretch but i wonder if this is why he ( or at least mine ) avoids returning home until he is able to fulfil or bring back good news. whether he attained nous’ blessing or can restore what has been lost.

even so , he is still bombarded by almost everyone about his mastery and genius and intellect and i think it is almost as if they are rubbing salt into the wound. though , unintentionally. fortunately , veritas is resilient and able to push past this but for how long ? no one knows. with enough pressure , anything can snap.

anyways i just wanted to dump that down it doesn’t really have any cohesion but consider this a small study.

[britneyshakespeare]

listening to like a g6 by far east movement completely sober in my bedroom alone. on thanksgiving

[unfriendlyamazon]

i changed my mind about my actual drag au if i ever wrote one my instinct is to make things joey centric because i'm Like That but actually a version of average salaryman seto kaiba (or at least, Not CEO) being pulled into the drag scene (potentially by duke i really want to write them being friends) and discovering the world and wanting to excel at it in his usual way, breaking down the barriers he puts in place for himself and expressing himself creatively, that's the story i'd probably want to write

[mintnts]

Macaque: what should I do with you?

Aki: Feed him, water him, and raise him. Basically, don't let him die.