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[ruerock]

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[evolvedclown]

rant about growing up black in a white community. kinda. not too heavy.

i wish i was able to grow up in a black community. i’ve lived with the white side of my family for my entire life. white neighborhood, white school, in a pretty red area of pa. i hated the fact that i was black until i was 16-17 and got on tiktok and started following black creators. and i saw them loving themselves BEACUSE they were black. their hair, features, skin. they loved it.

so i started too. it makes my family uncomfortable bc they’re so used to never talking about race but then there’s me who calls them out when they say racist shit. so now they don’t talk to me about anything that isn’t surface level.

at 24. im still in a very white/right leaning community and it gets harder and harder to find people who are at least decent people. its actually why i dont have irl friends.

i wish i was able to grow up within black culture. i feel like such a huge part of myself is missing bc, whenever i see those slide shows of “growing up black” or “essentials at a black christmas.” or watching friend groups of all poc. or videos of hbcu’s. it just makes me sad bc i never got to be a happy little black kid being taught how to take care of my hair and being told that it’s ok to get darker in the summer (which i know there’s a lot of colorism in the community).

i didn’t grow up to be a black teen that wore protective styles and made up freestyles during lunch. and i know im romanticizing a bit but the longing for it is still there.

i feel like i fake it everytime i try to embrace my blackness. like im putting on a costume bc im started embracing this part of myself, my entire self, so late in my childhood that i still don’t feel like i belong.

i love being black. loving myself through my blackness has helped me with my confidence and self worth so much. but i just feel like i missed out in my child hood.

[stealingpotatoes]

HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW AHSOKA EPISODE IM SCREAMING

I HAVE and this is honestly the first week i've been actually invested in watching the next ep omg!!! they're doing interesting stuff!!

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

THERE'S SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT OMG. first of all i have to say the late great ray stevenson/ baylan is absolutely the highlight of the show acting & character wise, there's so much depth he's putting into the character somehow like every line he says i'm shoving sabine and ahsoka aside like this is my new fave sorry lesbians. biggest cuntserve of the show

HOWEVER COMMA THE REASON I'M SO INVESTED IS BC IT'S SUCH A GREAT WRITING CHOICE TO HAVE SABINE GIVE INTO HER ATTACHMENTS AND JOIN THE THRAWN STANS TO GET EZRA BACK. YES!!! SHE WOULD!!! she isn't ready to let go of her attachments!!! she won't do as ahsoka says!! fuckin anakincore of her!!! willing to raze the galaxy for the last few parts of her family!! LITERALLY CANNOT WAIT TO SEE WHERE THIS GOES

Also I think the direction was a lot better? I'm shit at clocking how good fight scene direction is but there were a lot of scenes that just felt so much stronger than the prev eps? like when sabine puts the ball in baylan's hand they made you FEEL the weight of that moment with the pacing and camera and the sound design.

ACTUALLY THO THE FIGHT SCENES WERE A LOT BETTER THIS EP partly bc there was just. More to them? i liked how ahsoka dealt w marrok in 2 seconds basically indiana jones shooting the sword guy style bc that made the baylan/ahsoka fight SO MUCH MORE IMPACTFUL bc she's seriously trying and she's flipping and doing all this crazy stuff that makes you go shittttt these guys are super great jedi -- AND ALL WHILE trying to get the map so it wasnt just a "we're fighting bc we're fighting/ to not die" there was a very feasible objective on-hand to make the already great fight even better

and of course i have to talk abt That. i was poggin beyond belief when hayden showed up like LETS GOOOOOOO. and its super cool!!!!! but i do hope they do smthn interesting with this tho (I HAVE FAITH IN THIS SHOW AFTER THIS WEEK SO I'M HOPEFUL) and actually explore ahsoka and the super fuckedup complicated relationship she has w anakin/vader instead of going "ah its so nice to see you again!! im gonna ignore you murdered children and all our friends and tried to kill me etc etc bc people want to see us as friends!" like no i dont want that!! this should be her opportunity to work w the trauma they keep hinting at but not rlly exploring (ie w her taking on forceless sabine as a padawan or how she keeps acting like all that happened was she walked away from anakin and he didnt fall. it could be good writing for trauma) and have ahsoka like... accept the past accept what her master became and MAKE ME INVESTED IN THIS ITERATION OF THE CHARACTER. BC THERE HAS BEEN LIKE NO CHARACTER MOMENTS AND IT'S NOT HELPED BY THE ACTING/ WRITING!!

also did ezra yoinking her outta the world between worlds give her nine lives is she just gonna be able to walk out after dying again

[beesmygod]

What would you say is a good goal checklist for someone trying to move out from a restrictive homelife with their parents in the middle of the woods in Connecticut to a place with at least more interesting people and things to do? I have a bit of money saved up but I don’t have a real desire to live in a specific area, just anywhere but here. Dont have a reliable support network, i just bounce off most internet communities. Asking for advice because I envy your independence

thats a very sweet thing to say when i feel pretty pathetic lately lol.

i think it might be difficult because of how expensive and fucked up everything is right now, so much of my advice from 10 years ago may no longer apply :(

im a pathological worrier so i would try to have a lot of ducks lined up before i left so that i can acclimate to a new environment without the stress of having to burn through my savings. i would move somewhere within driving distance (even if that means staying there overnight or whatever) where you can see your living space for yourself (these zoom tours are huge bullshit lol) before you move. try to move near or with people you know. i got lucky in that my roommate experience was largely positive overall and taught me a lot. but if you dont want that, i would try to move somewhere where someone (a friend or trusted family) can check up on you if something happens. try to see the apartment later in the afternoon after school is out to see how loud the local kids are and if you can hear them through the walls lol

this area of the east coast seems pretty pleasant and the services are better than the majority of the country, so sticking around here wouldnt be a bad idea. i would file for any and all state benefits you qualify for ahead of time after you get an address so that when you have to fight with them about it it only takes one month instead of two lol. try to put 10% of you paycheck aside every month for savings and put it in an actual savings account. try and find a credit union if you can.

get on medicaid if you can and get a physical with the clinic that is going to be "your clinic" from now on. same thing with getting your teeth cleaned. same with behavioral health if you need it. there might be waiting lists to call early bc they dont get any shorter.

then i would start trying to get a job lined up. benefits can help tremendously in case its tough out there in the job market and it takes longer than you thought. once you move, take a few walks to figure out the "mood" of your neighborhood lol. i dont know how to describe this. but it will help you pick up on any local social mores or customs (that sounds too dramatic) or just the vibe of the area.

uuuh im trying to think of other things. the most indulgent advice i can give is hire movers every single time if you can afford it. be ready for them to be late. i never ever want to move ever again in my life i HATE the process of moving. i would walk over broken glass on the rim of a volcano if it meant other people would move boxes for me up and down stairs.

oh shit thats right. ok this is a matter of preference but remember these basic things when picking out an apartment:

do not get a ground floor apartment. thats only if you want to get randomly murdered or creeped on. also everyone who walks by will look into your apartment bc thats just human nature.

all of my apartments were on the top floor (2 or 3) which meant no noise from above. i loved this. but YOU must be the quiet one now.

the higher up the apartment the further you have to walk to take the trash down to the dumpster in snowstorms

i hope all of this helps. my restrictive family wanted to be introduced to my roommates ahead of time which was a little embarrassing but understandable as i was moving in with 3 men. when they immediately realized they were dorks, their hearts were at ease. your family may be the same (maybe) and if your roommates are up for it you can use it as a bargaining chip.

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

ok concert thoughts

we had photography done during the warm-up which was. interesting. at least me locking eyes and mind-melding with my conductor will be preserved in perpetuity. if we don’t have the copy room we will always have this 🤍

for some reason felt oddly calm in the lead-up to our set? my honors professor was more jittery than i was, though she managed to pull out a bit of the mendelssohn concerto in the green room lol

also my honors professor genuinely thought i’ve done the mendelssohn? lmao no

my honors professor insisted on walking out with me too which was just. 🥹

we started at least six minutes late 😭😭😭 like at around four minutes i broke my personal rule of not moving around too much on stage and looked backward into the wings just to see what was going on with our conductor bc like. girly what

it wasn’t her, they just hadn’t finished seating everyone (some class had assigned concert attendance so there were a lot of students compared to last year)

also our conductor didn’t say she’d be walking out between the firsts and seconds so when we were standing there i got jumpscared when she put a hand lightly on my shoulder and said ‘behind you’ GIRL. HELP

and then we didn’t even start playing right away, she gave the LONGEST background to our first piece that i have ever heard (to be completely fair, there was the class that had assigned attendance, so it was most likely for their benefit. but i thought we’d only have a shorter performance bc our pieces filled half an hour. turns out she was just giving oral program notes)

people clapped between movements. lol

i. definitely feel like i played better in the rehearsals and warm ups than in the performance. but that’s okay, that just means i have something to work on for next time

which is not an opinion shared by my favorite honors professor, who told me i was a very good and considerate leader (and that means a lot considering she’s been playing violin for far longer than i have been alive) because i prepared to play after rests at a time considerate of the players and i was moving in a way that effectively communicated the mood of the passage: not too little, but not too much either.

speaking of, i was able to introduce her to my family (and my best friend from junior high, who made it to the concert) and we were kind of in a hallway with a corner

lo and behold, who should scurry by but. my conductor. who stopped and looked us all over and asked me, ‘this is your family?’ no ma’am just some filipinos i found on the street. also im pretty sure she thought my friend (also filipino) was my sister. it’s not the first time but lol

(it’s ok my conductor is the one white woman i’ve met who cared about the people power revolution, she can have a pass)

and of course she told my family i was doing a fantastic job, etc, and such and so, and my professor was also jumping in and saying ‘i knew you could do it’ and i almost. drowned in syrup. i don’t even remember everything they said bc my brain was on autopilot at that point. my mom doesn’t even remember either bc it was in english and she didn’t catch it 😭

anyway tonight good. orchestra good. music good. i’ve never been so happy in my life.

[okkalo]

hello kalo, happy 1k followers! i hope i can participate in your event, i would like to request a matchup for blue lock <33 i'm more of a quiet and calm person, especially around people i'm not familiar with or comfortable with. it takes me a bit to warm up to new people since at times i don't know what to say and i'm wary with who i let in my circle. if i don't like someone then i just don't interact with them, but i will make fun of them with my bestie if they say or do something stupid. with like friends and family i let loose and like to joke around and be playful with them. i'm reliable and good at giving advice. i comfort others by making them laugh or giving them a hug. lately, i've been into exercising again. i'm pretty lazy, so having someone to motivate me or tell me to get my ass up is a huge help, which is why i exercise with my sister. but don't nag me bc i hate that sm, it makes me not wanna do stuff even less or i won't do it out of spite. i love listening to music, you'll catch me always having my earbuds in. does day dreaming count as a hobby? because i do a lot of that. i also like playing video games, reading and watching movies. last time i checked my mbti is intj and if you're into zodiac signs, im a capricorn. one thing i love is spring. i'm not sure if it's because of the weather or the vibes but i just feel really happy during spring and feel like i could do anything. i also look forward to the carnival that comes to my town every spring. my ideal date would be going to an amusement park, trying a new restaurant or going to the movies! preferably a horror movie so i can have someone to cling on, if i get scared.

hi anon! thank you so much for the request and i hope you enjoy your matchup 🫶

𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 ₊˙♡﹗

𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 : yukimiya from blue lock

you’re the sweet personality he looks for in someone! he especially loves how good you are at comforting and giving advice! the only issue is that…he’s not the best with horror movies. he’ll do everything else with you, however!

“hi, love,” a sudden mumble came from behind you before you were encased in an one-armed hug from behind. the sudden contact made you jump from surprise—not expecting your boyfriend to be picking you up so soon. you were still finishing getting ready for a date he had planned to go to a new restaurant in the city.

“kenyu!” came your surprised voice as you tried to turn to meet his gaze. it was a futile attempt as he had already nestled in close to your neck, pressing a light kiss behind your ear.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled sheepishly before pulling away from your form. instead, he had moved in front of you and offered you a small bouquet of tulips. his smile was bright and unbelievably sweet, rivaling the beauty of the tulips. “got these for you since they reminded me of you.”

“you didn’t need to do that,” you replied with a smile of your own, his smile being far too contagious not to spread. once you took the flowers into your hands you couldn’t help but notice how the flowers had already been prepped, already ready to be put in a vase. he really was sweet.

“i just wanted to,” he easily responded with a shake of his head, implying that it was no problem whatsoever. “you look amazing. i’ll wait for you to finish up,” he spoke softly, almost too soft for this world. he then leaned down, placing a light peck to your cheek before taking the bouquet and walking off, probably to display them for you, saving you the work. much too soft and sweet for this world.

[leclerced]

okay i have a bit of a dilemma because im writing something and i don’t know how to go about it. if someone was to write about a gaslighter/user love interest, how would one go about it while also making it seem like they only admit it at the very end of the relationship, which is when the (very in love) main character realises the love interest’s gaslighting tendencies?

honestly this is a meas i may not be the best person to ask for this advice tbh i avoid writing abusive relationships for the most part bc they’re complicated. i stick to smut bc its easy for me lmao. i rambled a lot. sorry. idk if any of this will help or not

i would recommend reading some psych articles on gaslighting tactics and stuff bc i feel like i can’t speak on that specifically bc idk well enough about it. it could vary in sm ways tbh, from like rearranging things and saying that’s the way it’s always been, to agreeing on plans for a date then saying the conversation never happened. laughing and saying they must have dreamed it up and are misremembering. i would try and read published articles bc they’ll give u more insight, so research gaslighting and the cycle of abuse.

what i can say on abusive relationships in general, the victim usually doesn’t realize they’re in an abusive relationship. when you think you’re doing everything wrong, you expect people to get upset about it, so you don’t hold it against your partner when they yell at you and verbally abuse you because you loaded the cups in the dishwasher wrong. then they apologize for yelling and hold you and tell you they love you despite the atrocious way you load the dish washer and everything is okay again. then you forget to put the clothes in the dryer and they don’t have pants to wear to work and have to go in late, they treat you like shit before they leave but they come home with your favorite takeout and dessert.

it would never occur to you to ask them to load the dish washer because you cooked dinner, or for them to do their own laundry. you don’t even remember when you started doing their laundry for them, and doing all the other chores around the house, but their mom never made them clean up so it’s no big deal, right?

the abuser can be an asshole 90% of the time and nice 10% of the time, and the victim will take that 10% and ignore the bad 90% because the 10% feels so good the bad doesn’t matter. it starts slowly, at first they’re always nice, then nice like 95% of the time, then 85% of the time. and no matter how low that percentage gets, they’ll cling to it bc thats the way the reward center of the brain works. they get addicted to the feeling of them being nice so they stick out the bad parts waiting for the good parts to come back. they tell themselves that the abuser will be nice again, that it wasn’t always like this so it won’t always be like this.

there has to be something that makes them realize they are being abused, whether it’s a friend or family member or a stranger who overhears a conversation in a store and offers to get them help. and they have to want help, they have to want to leave. don’t make them go back because they think they’ll change, they never changed any time before, why would they now?

if at any point you’re thinking, why would they stay in this relationship? you need to answer that question. find the answer and make it obvious in the writing, so that your reader isn’t sitting there going, “but why are they staying? they should just walk out the door.”

[rorykillmore]

i don’t have money to keep taking my cat to the vet rn. im going through a tight spot financially and only a couple weeks ago i spend like 300$ taking her and my new cat for a check up and bindi’s bloodwork came back fine. and i was so relieved. and i thought ‘at least i don’t have to worry so much about her health for a bit’. but now it’s started to become difficult to get her to eat again and i asked the vet if she was having more mouth pain bc the spot where her tooth was removed seems to be bothering her, but all he could tell me was that it hadn’t closed the way it should have but shouldn’t be causing her too much discomfort?? idk. i’m overwhelmed. a lot’s happening right now that’s left me with a lot of hurt and this on top of that is just.... i feel like i’m gonna lose all will to live if something happens to her. /when, inevitably, but yknow you hear good news from the vet and you think things’ll be okay for a while. at least on that front.

and the whole writer’s strike thing has just left me feeling so hopeless and dispassionate about my career and education, and i just feel isolated and yet it’s hard for me to even be around people lately and like. what even is my plan. i mean truly. even if i pursue a career i want, what do i like... want. out of life. what does a future look like for someone who doesn’t want to live with family forever but also finds it so hard to even try to figure out a way to have a romantic relationship, and yet wants some kind of emotional safety net of someone u can rely on to go through life with you. idk. i shouldn’t even still be typing but i can’t sleep and i can’t find a distraction and i can’t stomach concern so i also dunno why im going through with posting this but i just need to put words out into the world, i guess. i just dread living so much. and i try to find small joys to help cope with that and remind myself that that’s how u get by, writing, hanging w friends, a movie im looking forward to seeing, whatever, but sometimes ur thoughts catch up with u and it’s just

[jacunture]

tw: suicide

nothing really matters at all i just found out i probably wont be graduating on time and it's over 3 elective credits that don't have anything to do with my degree and it's coinciding w a lot of other shit right now. like realizing i mightve just had ADHD and that's why i felt so different and weird all the time as a kid even when i tried really hard to control it and be likeable

and w this its just like. five fucking years of getting straight As, i could count the amount of Bs ive gotten on one hand but like literally none of that matters. every time i rushed to class, every late night trying my best to make sense of material, putting my heart into the work i was doing bc i really believed like it mattered and was powerful but the truth is that it doesn't matter

school is the only thing ive been able to understand and do well in. and it doesn't even matter if i move onto something else bc that next thing isnt steady either and it's like for what? five years of that, im broke, im lonely, im sad and i go through life so scared and stressed and for what?

my parents. my mom already said if i died she'd get over it and i think suicide would hurt my dad but i think he'd be okay too. i am really scared at what irl do to my little brother. we dont talk as much as id like, he's very quiet and a really great kid, but he's like 5 hrs away and doesnt see me often so im hoping that helps

im so selfish bc even the good friends i have as much as i love them, ik they'll be fine - things keep going, you meet new ppl, u find other reasons to smile. im just too tired to find it. and i don't think it'll make me happy. anther best friend won't suddenly make me happy, a partner that loves me won't make me happy, nothing will bc ive noticed all my life even when i was a kid, i always felt very sad. i think now it might've been that ADHD i just could never get what i was doing wrong and why ppl disliked it so much. and i think that left me w the fear i live w today that makes everything so hard.

it's not that i dont believe life comes in waves, that every new day is an another opportunity to be kind, to be happy, that mourning will only last for a night, it's just that i don't care anymore. even those good times, they're just a quick, minuscule moment where things are too busy for me to remember how heavy and jarring the sadness in me is.

i sometimes think that the adults who told me i was mature were just seeing that sadness.

To kill myself, I'm deciding between either taking Nyquil or renewing my prescription for my sleeping pills and swallowing it down w alcohol. I think I would want to clean my house down first. The real scandalous things i'd pack up in a bag at my doorway so a friend could take them before my parents come for my things (i leave everything to my family to sift through but Amari gets first pick at everything and dibs on what money i have left). then id pick a night, get high, watch something easy and funny, maybe spongebob or drag race, then id swallow everything while lying on my couch.

literally nothing in life matters. it doesn't matter how many times i recreate myself, it doesn't matter which god i do/dont pledge my allegiance to, it doesn't even matter how others feel about me. whatever they feel now will pass and even the parts of me that stay with them, they'll be able to live with despite everything.

nothing matters and im too tired to pretend it does so i can make it to another day.

[paandaan]

@sawasawako very sorry for the late reply - i have been very busy and then i fell sick fnejfjejjr - putting this under read more bc im not sure how long this will be (and also tagging you incase)

okay for the start i was definitely hesitant to start the show bc of two reasons (which are interrelated) it's about men and violence (more specifically bullying as a form of violence and its relation to masculinity)- movies + shows delving into this topic often misrecognize the reasons for where these forms of violence come from / end up steering in the wrong direction and/or start excluding things which were criticized in the beginning -- and for that very reason i knew there would be hundreds of bl fans who would watch the show and take it at face value (as in take the violence and obsessions and make it into a gay people are messed up thing) and me having to talk to anyone about the show and/or jump off their meta posts would be almost impossible (but then u and a few other people were watching the show so i decided to give it a go too)

anyways to the real points

> the show's exploration of cyclicality is incredible, abuse and violence don't just erupt from anywhere - and it really integrates both familial structures (adoption into a picture perfect nuclear family which snatches away community not only bc of the family structure but also because of it's irremovability from political positions that create certain images and expectations, divorce which again snatches away community and friendship not only because of the individual parents themselves being uncaring but also because the larger system fails children into being welcomed back into a community after being failed in certain capitalist structures, having to work from such a young age because of a lack of "proper family" which results in isolation) -- both familial structures and friendships within the larger landscape of capitalism (where give and take are never equal and always result in various forms of violence) and masculinity (more often than not expressed through violence as a means of staying ahead and above within these circles of violence) give way to this cyclicality - one example is that of bumseok wanting to solve any and every problem with money (it's an interesting form of agency i feel, stealing (transgressive action) his father's watch to save his friends with that money but still getting rejected by his friends about that money (he doesn't fully comprehend this action since this is how family operates, this is how relationships are formed and when you've never experienced a healthy relationship you do things you've seen help people form connections, we see his father paying people to keep quiet about a lot of things in the show, and that's the way he understands relationships are built) but he gets back again to the place of abuse from where his money comes from) - his small acts of agency end up ramming back into him from the back, and it's so upsetting and awful to see, that episode really made me take a break from the show for a weak because breaking away from abuse is so difficult - there's so much to it that you become alienated from yourself and others; resulting in perpetual confusion

> another thing is - and im truly hesitant to say this because i don't remember everything that happened - how class differences emphasize how different bumseok and suho are; while their personalities do clash in very obvious ways - as in suho being upfront and out there about everything, sometimes even to a fault, bumseok is reserved and keeps a lot to himself (wouldn't say to a fault because it's a form of protecting himself, a form of not arranging revealing everything to the person in front of him; the first persons he does to is siuen and suho) [and i feel like sieun comes as a middle point in all this, he's both reserved and protective but also doesn't stop himself from saying what he wants to say when it's necessary, he's warm hearted because he's observant and he's quiet because that makes him understand the violence he doesn't want to be a part of, he holds a lot of characteristics of both the characters and while bumseok and suho clash with each other; sieun clashes with himself] - their class positions put them in very different places in each other's eyes - because we as watchers know a lot about them we don't see their class positions as one dimensional but as affecting and being affected; the question becomes how does suho see bumseok using his wealth to get him beat up? how does bumseok feel when everyone including suho use his money to treat themselves while feeling excluded from their company/trio/friendship all the same? i don't think i can reach proper conclusions to this without watching the show again - do tell me what you think about this

> another thing is the precarious position of violence in the show; everyone executes the violence in a very typical way (the athletic kid is protective but also violent because he's protective, the smart kid calculates the results so he can keep the consequences in his head, the introverted reserved kid wanting to keep away from violence but being dragged into it anyways) but that never draws back from what violence results in - it's both a critique of masculinity resulting in violence being an entrenched and inescapable part of the society (it's interesting that the setting of the show is an all boys school, an all-encompassing place of masculine violence) while also understands the years of rage and grief kept in to be let out through only mediums of violence as a means of self-defense (which is a means of taking back some sort of power taken away from you - again what sort of power is taken away in a homosocial environment; is the lack of masculinity seen as pitiable as we see in bumseok? or is that which is pitiable the agony of violence which results in the last episode of bumseok and others kicking suho? his lack of willingness to fight back is seen as pitiable but it again traces back to violence itself taking a wrong turn when it's experienced in a certain environment [i.e.; all environments]] because that willingness has been taken away by his father and his former bullies, and what he sees as being taken away by sieun and suho, and what he doesn't see as being taken away by the now bullies he's befriended) - i wonder if it's intentional or not but the show does end up asking for a deconstruction of masculinity, of why patriarchy and capitalism result in these forms of violence, of why kids themselves become trapped in these cycles of violence whether it be as a means of protecting themselves or enacting that violence (bumseok becomes representative of the blurred lines between protecting and enacting)

> now women (or woman), so while youngyi's character didn't lack depth - she's restless and gullible but also fierce in her protection of people she considers close and as friends, she's not shy to express herself etc etc; i feel like we could've seen more of her as how she became affected by violence; it invisiblises her in most of the show; and quiet literally does that by removing her from the show -- i wonder then what her position becomes in such a male-dominated environment of violence; what do women become in such an environment of violence where they're often seen to be the afterthought, where when bumseok confronting her asks her why she doesn't give suho anything when he gives her everything she didn't have until she met him (i need to see this scene again to see if it had implied something and also ask people around about translation as well - i will expand on this more after that; from bumseok's point of view we're only shown women being objects of indulgence; while not directly it is what he sees around him, i wonder if the placement of women in certain scenes/places was intentional, as a way to understand what fitting in means - what women can give and what men can take, etc, or i might simply be reaching to a layer that i haven't properly thought about yet, so do tell me what you think about it!!!)

omgg what did you think of weak hero class

🥲 will get back to you in a day or two [but thought a lot about it - still thinking of that first shot in the last episode; the position in which everyone's sitting, the chronology in which everyone leaves/follows, who is seeing who/who is turned back to who -- incredible]

[monstermp3]

i had a really good day outdoors with one of my good friends today :> and while waiting for her i stumbled across a mum's anecdote on insta of how private kang (our beloved katusa soldier!!!) spent hours playing with her kids... and wonpil's little letter to us today telling us not to get hurt again... thank u universe for placing these precious people and stories together in my life this afternoon bc i really needed those happy vibes

[heir-of-the-founders]

Vent in tags uwu

[lovdyke]

😕

[princesssmars]

I NEED ;) a poly Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson fic with either any kind of reader. Maybe protecting each other in the upside down, or being completely parents to the kids (lots of cute fluff), or reader is with Mike/will/the others because they went with Mike to see el and Will and Eddie/Steve thinks they are safe there and it’s funny because it then goes to their pov and their being shot at (maybe they call each other at some point and their like got to go we’re running from the literal FBI).

Relationship HC's - poly!steddie x reader

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MY FIRST REQUEST MFS LETS GO also you guys work quick lmaooo. but I also like eddie more than I thought I would so here this is. i wanted to include both if you were with them vs with mike will and johnathan so idk if it works but uh yeah enjoy it anyway (anon im sorry this took me 5 years)

cw: uhhh fluff, violence bc Stranger Things. i guess scary things bc Stranger Things. a hiiint of spice bc i cant help myself

so here the three of you are, the ex-king, the freak and the nerd

how you got together ? no idea

most likely you and eddie met steve while going to pick a movie as a treat for him since you tutor him so he wont fail senior year a third time

steve went through his usual bi panic when he saw these two pretty people walk into the store and tried to turn on The Harrington Charm™️ and lets just say hes lucky you both thought he was cute

so badda bing badda boom ur all dating

the party loving you to bits

not being upset when you get asked to "babysit" or just hang out with them, like being an extra for hellfire, chilling and listening to music with max, etc.

and also eddie adores you for being into dnd, he tried to get steve into it and he loves him but was like nah 😐

jane and will even start to like you before they visit based on everyones letters

steve being highkey lowkey jealous because eddie already basically stole lucas dustin and mike and here you go winning over everyone 💀

but he does love it, as we've learned mans wants a whole damn hockey team of harringtons so seeing you being so good with kids does something to him

breeding kink anyone

then that just makes me thing of the three of you lying in bed late at night talking about the future you all want

if its rich boy!steve then him thinking of moving you all to some big house near the city with enough room for the 3 9 of you <3

you and eds def tease him for it but the idea of staying in a nice house and raising a family with them doesnt sound that bad...

but then spring break happens

you think itll be fun, a chance to relax from your studies, chill with your friends, maybe even go on a date or two with your loves

then the next thing you know your house phone is blowing up because dustin n steve say your eddie is wanted for the murder of chrissy fucing cunnigham

greaaaat

now your all driving around in the woods and you find eddie nd hes so god damn terrified and grabs you n steve and hugs you so tight :(

you and eddie being shocked but also kind of hurt when finding out about the upside down and stuff bc why didnt steve warn yall about this shit ???

but he was scared of putting you both in danger wanted you both to be safe etc etc

valid ofc bc hes definitely not pytting the loves of his life in danger hello ??

you and steve being so hesitant to leave eddie by himself so you leave him a bunch of kisses to get him by <3

and then after all this your girls max is cursed next ? and some stupid high school jocks are hunting your boyfriend ?

best spring break ever .

this was messy as shit and i might continue but until then peace out .

[yesimwriting]

This Time it’s Different

a/n spider-man no way home spoilers all through this, like major spoilers even in the first sentence of the summary, so i’m putting everything below the cut,, so dont click ‘keep reading’ unless you’ve watched NWH or you’re okay with big spoilers! ive done my part lol, so i wont feel guilty if this spoils it bc you’ve been warned :) 

also i really wanted to get this out tonight bc i felt so inspired and all that and im leaving for a family thing tomorrow so i dont know if i’ll be able to get a lot of writing done, and this fic is going to be so much longer than i thought it’d be so this is going to have to be done in 2 to 3 parts so that I can give it as much as attention as i want :)) 

so yeah, if you like this lmk if you want to be tagged in the other parts or if you want more marvel stuff!! i love marvel!! 

also ive had a lot of writer’s block lately so if this is bad im so sorry, im trying and im growing after some personal issues :)) 

other a/n: also ive been really into marvel lately so if you wanted to send in requests about anything that has to do with any of the spider-men (specify if you want it to be set in their universe or in the MCU bc i can potentially see a fic where reader is friends with Peter and ends up liking one of the other spider-men) or any marvel character!!

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Summary: Only a few hours after the tragic death of his aunt, Peter not only meets two different versions of himself from different realities, he also learns two important things about the girl he never wanted to become friends with. Y/n, the girl who’s been his academic rival for years and accidental ally during the chaos that happened after Mysterio, was always meant to matter in his life. Both Spidermen that are in the wrong universe recognize her easily, and the Peter Parker of this universe learns that his y/n is meant to die. 

Also there’s no good way to distinguish between the Andrew’s Peter and Tobey’s Peter in the beginning, so this is just a reminder that at first, Andrew’s Peter is in a spiderman suit and Tobey’s Peter is just wearing regular clothes. 

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The last hints of sunlight still hang in the sky, pale slashes of orange and pink fighting against the darkness of night. It’s such a normal display that a part of me is uneased by it. How can everything fall apart so quickly and the fundamentals of the universe stay the same? 

Actually--the fundamentals of the universe are apparently not the same, because until like an hour ago, only one Peter Parker existed. And sure, that one Peter Parker has been a pain in my ass since eight grade debate team, but he was him. He was him and then after our class trip to Europe, it was revealed--by a vindictive liar--that he’s Spider-Man. 

The news made me feel sick at the time, because while Peter Parker is the kid that’s made me push myself academically to a level that will get me into Harvard, Spider-Man has been a kind of...secret, celebrity crush. The revelation that Peter Parker (who has always been objectively attractive, even though I’d never say it out loud) and Spider-Man were one in the same was understandably soul crushing. I think the only person that was left more upset than me was Flash. 

But I adapted to the news. I pushed aside the fact that knowing that Peter Parker is Spider-Man makes the fact that he’s objectively attractive so much harder to ignore because I needed to. The world is falling apart because of some strange spell that Doctor-freaking-Strange cast, so I’m going to move on from this incredibly weird situation.

MJ, Ned, and original Peter need my help. The details of the plan have been incredibly vague, because I kind of stopped answering MJ’s texts after she told me that there are now two extra Peter Parker’s in this universe. But I came back to Midtown High, just like i was instructed to, because this is bigger than me and what completely freaks me out.

I pace in front of the door to the chem lab. I’ve only ever been in here for AP Chemistry, now I’m supposed to step in there and help save the multiverse. And pretend that working with one Peter Parker, let alone an additional two, isn’t completely out of my nature. 

My phone buzzes again. A text from MJ. Are you almost here? We can’t finish building the things we need to cure the villains from another universe without you. You kick Peter’s ass in chemistry, even if he’ll never admit it. Despite myself, I smile slightly. I’ve always liked MJ, and to hear someone say I’m better than Peter is always nice. Another text message comes in. This one’s from Ned. You’re team Spider-Man now, we need you. And the two other Peter thing isn’t that weird when you get used to it. Also I have magic now, not to freak you out, but I can’t stop thinking about how cool you’ll find it. 

Ned has magic now?! He should have led with that. I sigh, quickly texting them both back before pocketing my phone and moving to open the chem lab door.

“She’s in the building.” MJ reads my text, summarizing it for the people in the room. 

“Who’s coming, again?” The question comes from an unknown voice. Another Peter? 

Ned answers, “A friend.” 

“And she’s trustworthy?” Another unknown voice chimes in. 

Silence. Really, they’re not sure I’m trustworthy? When the news first came out and the Daily Bugle was basically hunting him, I hid him in my apartment during an emergency. Because who would think that Peter Parker would be at my house? No sane person. 

“She’s a genius.” Aw, MJ. 

“And she’s loyal.” Aw, Ned. 

I push the door open, walking into the room with a confidence I don’t feel. “Really, Parker, you don’t know if I’m ‘trustworthy’? We fight over grades, and ever since your secret got out, I’ve had multiple opportunities to sell you out, and I didn’t. So stop being petty that my flashcard game is better than yours, and own up to the fact that I’m not as terrible of a person as you think I am.” 

Peter is leaning against the lab table that used to be mine. He takes my baseline level of hostility the way he always does, but there’s something so heavy behind his eyes, I regret not coming in more quietly. The strange feeling that I’m missing something hits me in awkward waves. 

“You’re humble, too.” At least his words are easy. “And my flashcards are objectively more productive than yours.” 

“Well mine have been used as templates by like half of my teachers, so...” I drop my gaze, feeling a little awkward. “But your review guides are more thorough.” Okay...this is awkward. “But that doesn’t matter right now, because it’s not like we can study the multiverse problem away, so I think I should just--I should just do the thing that I came here to do.” Wow, I’m making it worse. I look around the room, nodding in MJ’s direction and waving at Ned. “I um still don’t actually know what it is just that it involves some type of chemistry and...” I look around the room, turning enough to see two men--one dressed weather appropriate, and another dressed in a Spider-Man suit. “The other Peter Parkers, which you two must be. Nice to meet you, by the way, I’m y/n--” 

“l/n.” I don’t know how the Peter in the Spider-Man suit manages to cut me off when his voices comes out so low, so fragile. 

The stranger is watching me with an intensity I don’t understand. I want to shrink beneath it. I let my gaze shift towards the other unknown Spider-Man. The Peter dressed in regular clothing is staring at me with just as much focus. Okay...this is somehow weirder than I thought it’d be. Maybe the me in their universe has an even more intense rivalry than my Peter and I have. Maybe in their universe we actually, truly hate each other. 

“So you know me?” Stating the obvious hasn’t helped. “I guess that’s not so weird, considering that I know y--” 

The Spider-Man in the suit has run out in front of the chemistry table he was working at. His arms are wrapped around me in a hug before I realize what’s going on. “You haven’t changed at all, l/n.”

He knows me. And he...he gets along with me. I open my mouth, but I have no words. He’s hugging me like I’m about to disappear. I don’t think there’s anything I can say to such an emotionally charged reaction. “I um...” The other unfamiliar Spider-Man comes up to me as suddenly as the first. He joins in on the strange hug. 

“So you guys know her?” My Peter’s words seem to snap everyone back into back to reality. Both Peter’s let go of me. 

The one that hugged me first replies, “Yeah, she was a...I know her.” 

Strange reply, but what about today isn’t weird?

“I haven’t seen my y/n in awhile,” the other Peter says. “And I didn’t--I didn’t think you’d be here. Or look so much like her.”

Okay...this is weird and not getting any less weird. “Hear that, Parker? There are at least two other universes in which you know me.” 

He looks away from whatever it is he’s working on. “I’m not surprised.” The multiverse must be beyond repair, because Peter Parker--my Peter Parker--just said something unnecessarily friend-like to me. “You’re like the bubonic plague, impossible to get rid of. Leaving the universe isn’t enough to get rid of you.” 

Oh. The addition is normal enough, but something about the way he says it doesn’t sit right. His words are more bitter than usual, yet he lacks significant fight. Again, I’m overwhelmed by the feeling that there’s something even darker than everything I’m aware of going on.

I swallow back the surprising lump of concern in my throat. I didn’t find out about the Spider-Man thing like everyone else in this room, but I’ve never seen Peter look so hurt. Physically. The emotional weight I’m seeing through some kind of blurred lens has to be in my head. Everything that’s happening is upsetting, but he didn’t seem to find all of this personally before. Or was I not paying enough attention? 

It’s not like I pay attention to Peter ever. I’ve...I’ve come close before, but I always manage to stop myself. He’d be a distraction, and not a worthwhile one. We’ve never been friends, let alone... 

“I think the fact that you feel the need to bring up the one history essay you did better than me in every chance you get says more about you than me. It was freshman year and I wrote that essay after getting my tonsils out, okay. Let it go.” 

Peter leans against the chem table. “Do you think the Harvard admissions board went for the tonsillitis argument?” 

I roll my eyes. “You don’t know if I got in or not.” 

“If you had gotten in, you’d never stop talking about it.”

He’s right, but that doesn’t mean anything. Who wouldn’t not shut up about getting into Harvard? “I haven’t been rejected.” I cross my arms in front of me. “Not yet--Harvard has rolling admissions, so they can tell me at any point this month. But that doesn’t matter, because there’s other stuff going on...” I gesture towards the other two Spider-Men. “Clearly--and that’s the one thing I’m putting all of my energy into not thinking about, so if you could just tell me how I’m supposed to help?” 

Peter blinks twice, his expression still uneasy. “Um...Peter--that Peter, not ‘me’ Peter, is working on an anti-serum, he’s made it before, but we kind of need to be fast...and you were always so--efficient in chemistry.” 

Efficient? He skipped out on the chance to call me a tyrant. Yeah, something is definitely really wrong. Like personally wrong. “Yeah.” I should say something, right? “I’ll um...I’ll make sure it gets done efficiently.” Why is this the most awkward interaction I’ve ever had with him? 

I walk over to the Spider-Man that’s in costume. He’s combining some chemicals with expert ease. I’m not sure he needs my help, but there’s always room for improvement when it comes to chemical bonds. An exact science can always be enhanced. 

“Hey...” There’s no need for me to be awkward around another Peter Parker. But after that hug thing...Okay, you know what--if I can let go of the whole multiverse thing, I can let go of the hug thing. “So you’re making an anti-serum?” 

He looks up at me, a faint trace of something weighted coloring his gaze. “Um--hey.” This Peter steps back slightly. “Yeah, yeah--I’m making an anti-serum for Norman Osborn. I don’t know how much you know, but he’s the green--” 

“Goblin, yeah--I was around for that part. I missed out on the whole multi-Peter Parker thing.” 

This Peter lets out a sound that’s a combination of a laugh and awkward scoff. “No...I would have remembered seeing you again.” He notes his mistake instantly this time. “Seeing you.” He turns back to look at the chemicals he was combining. “For the first time, because you’re--anyways, I’m sorry about the whole hug thing. That must have been really weird for you.” 

The third Peter looks up from whatever his task is, “I’m sorry too. That was--” 

“You guys are good.” I mean that--too much is going on for me to be bothered by something that small. “I think I was more surprised by the fact that you guys get along with the me of your universe. Peter and I are--um, our friendship’s really specific.” 

The two Peters exchange a look that doesn’t go unnoticed. Maybe they’re remembering some fights they had with other me. I wouldn’t be surprised. Peter and I are always arguing about school stuff, but I can’t picture an argument big enough to make us never speak again. But they must have experienced it.

“What?” 

They both shake their heads, practically at the same time. The Peter I’m supposed to be working on turns back to the beaker full of not-quite-anti-serum. “Nothing, I’m just trying to watch the way these chemicals combine...I’ve made it before, but there’s no room for mistakes.” 

“Yeah.” I wipe my hands on my jeans. “Just tell me the kind of reactants we’re working with.” 

Making the anti-serum isn’t as hard as one would think. The anti-serum Peter is really good at explaining things, and with my help, we’re moving through the process at record speed. Though, to be honest, we’d be working faster if this Peter was less entertaining. 

“And we’re done.” 

Oh...that worked out a little too well. “We’re done?” 

He raises his hand, offering me a high five. I take it, smiling slightly. “We’re done.”

“Awesome.” 

“Yeah, awesome.” After he drops his hand to his side, he watches me for a long second. “I think you should go see if Peter--your Peter--needs any help.” 

My Peter has never wanted my help ever. But that’s never stopped me from forcing it onto him before. “Okay.” 

I walk towards my Peter’s temporary work station. “Hi.” He nods in reply. Something about him is so off. “So you’re working on--” 

“An arch reactor--technology, it’s not really your thing.” 

He has a point. “Well, I could probably figure it out enough to help.” 

Peter raises an eyebrow, and I can’t even get mad at him for not believing me. The version of me from before these last couple of days would have...but now, showing this tiny bit of vulnerability isn’t as earth shattering as it would have been. “I could probably figure it out enough to hand you the tool you ask for...if you make sure to point at it.” Peter drops his head, but not fast enough to hide the smile he’s fighting. “Don’t laugh!” 

“I’m not.” 

Yeah, right. “You’re a terrible liar, I’m surprised you didn’t accidentally reveal your own identity.” 

“You believed me.” 

He has a point, but I still shrug it off. “I--” My phone buzzes before I can get my response out. Normally, I’d ignore it, but I know what’s at stake. I pull my phone out of the back of my jean pocket and check my notifications. An email from Harvard admissions. “I just got an email from Harvard admissions.” 

“Open it!” A surprisingly enthusiastic reaction from MJ. I give her a confused look. “I um...I mean, if that’s what you want--the timing is kind of terrible, but the multiverse is falling apart, so why not just...open it?” 

I look at Ned. “You have to open it.” 

Squeezing my phone between my fingers, I will myself to unlock my phone. “I don’t--I don’t know. So much stuff is going on right now, and it’s more important than this--” 

“Open it.” Peter’s input--my Peter’s input--is completely unexpected.

I can’t...I can’t. “Okay.”  I take a deep breath as I unlock my phone. Clicking on the link to my email, I try not to freak out as the screen loads. “Dear y/n l/n, we congratulate you on your acceptance to Harvard University!” Holy shit. “I got in!” 

The room erupts. Ned is the loudest out of the four of us. 

“You got in!!” My Peter walks around the table and pulls me into a hug that’s so unexpected I have to take it. The last time he hugged me is when he found me crying over an AP calc test. “You’re going to Harvard.” 

“I know!” My hold on him tightens. He winces and I instantly pull away. How hurt is he? “Sorry--I didn’t--” 

“It’s fine.” He’s quick to assure me. “A Harvard student’s never hurt me before.” 

Ah...a Harvard student! That’s me!! “It doesn’t have to be the last time you say that.” That was weird. “I um--Harvard’s super close to MIT, so if you ever need anyone to help you make superior flash cards, we could...” I scratch the back of my arm. “I could...” Okay, I need to shut this down. “The point is I’ll be around.” 

Peter nods once, his features softening slightly. “I’ll be around too.” 

“Good, I um...I need someone to compete against.” I squeeze my phone again. “I should probably call my mom.” 

“Yeah--yeah, you should.” 

I nod once again, stepping out of the room. Oh my god. I got in. 

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Narrator’s POV 

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“So she’s going to Harvard.” Ned watches the door close behind y/n. “She’s going to be like walking distance from us if that MIT lady pulls through.”

“I knew she’d get in.” 

Peter hesitates. “Between us, so did I.” The two Spider-Men in the wrong universe exchange a grim look. Something that the Peter of this universe notices. “What?” 

“It’s nothing.” 

Sighing, Peter sets down what he’s working on. “Don’t tell me it’s nothing when you two have been acting weird ever since y/n showed up.” The two stay silent. “C’mon, please. I don’t know how this plan is going to work or what the future is going to look like, and I--I just lost May. I’m tired of losing people and I’m tired of being confused and--and angry, and I just want to know.” 

The Peter not in a Spider-Man suit breaks the lingering silence that follows Peter’s rant. “My y/n got into Harvard, and then her life changed with no warning...and it was great. Really great.” He swallows, fighting the lump in his throat. “And then it all fell apart.”

The last Spider-Man can’t bring himself to look away from a blank spot on the wall in front of him. “My y/n got into Harvard, but I don’t think anything fell apart until she got those powers.”

“My y/n also got powers before she died.” 

Ned’s eyes widen. “Y/n gets powers?” 

“Like superpowers?” MJ adds. 

Y/n���s Peter feels his stomach twists with the agony of unbearable grief for the second time this night. “She dies?” The other two Spider-Men watch him cautiously, pitifully. “No--no, maybe our y/ns look alike and maybe--maybe they got into the same college, bu that doesn’t mean that the same--she doesn’t have super powers. And there’s no way for her to get them, and there’s no way I’m going to let her...” 

“It happened this way in my world. Y/n gets into Harvard, there’s an accident, she gets powers, and you start to think that things will work out forever because she can protect herself now. And then...” Peter’s voice breaks. “Then you find yourself pulling her body out of the water. And you hold onto her, and you-you try to wake her up, but she doesn’t.” He feels the tears against his skin, but it’s too late now. He can feel the cold dampness of her skin, the stiffness of her body as he begged her to wake up. As he promised to never be late again. “And then you have to tell her mother, you have to explain why you couldn’t save her daughter.” 

The story is strangling Peter. He grips the counter to avoid running out into the hallway and...and doing what? Telling y/n how he feels? Telling her how he’s felt since the eighth grade spelling bee when she incorrectly spelled ‘poignancy’? 

“My y/n was drowned in front of me.” 

Silence crowds the room, pushing against each of them with enough force to break them. “I can’t lose anyone else.” Peter breaks the silence. “I can’t lose her.” Peter takes a sharp breath, desperate to ease himself. “This time it’s different. It-it has to be, okay?” 

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Y/n’s POV

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Maybe I should have waited before calling my mom. She’s happy, of course, but that’s the problem. She wants to me home so that I can call of my relatives and tell them the news. Obviously, what I’m doing right now is more important, but she can’t know that I’m involved in this whole thing.

I open the door to the chem room, walking back in. “Hey, guys...” All eyes snap in my direction. Wow...weird energy in this room. Why do things get so dark when I’m not here? “Bad news--my mom wants me to come home so that I can call all of my relatives and tell them the news with her. I told her I was with friends, but she said that it shouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes.” I take a deep breath, shoving my phone into my pocket. “I’ll go and be as quick as I can and I can come back...or meet you wherever you guys or--” Everything is going to be fine. It has to be. “I know this is really inconvenient, but I can’t exactly tell her what we’re doing. So I’ll just go by myself and I’ll be right--” 

MJ pushes herself off of the chem lab counter. “You shouldn’t walk around by yourself with all that’s going on. Peter should go with you.” 

I look at my Peter. “You have too much to do right now.” 

“N-no. We’re basically done and there’s three of me now.” 

Okay...this is such a small thing. Peter walking me to my apartment. It shouldn’t feel this weird. “Okay, let’s go.” 

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[chaoxfix]

Do you have a hc of sonic's true origin story it's always hinted at in your fics as something that might have been sad that sonic doesn't want to share so his friends won't look at him differently i'm super intrigued of ideas you might have

sure! i might actually end up making a fic about all the possibilities of different origins, because canon suggests a few different things.

im responding to this, but please know that i like the idea of keeping it open-ended in my canon adjacent fics since, well, someday canon might give us an actual answer and i dont want to be wrong lol -- i like canon keeping it open-ended partially for that reason

anyways. i have, honestly, a lot of different ideas.

here are some of them that mesh best with my battery au.

(please bear in mind that the only thing canon about battery au is that, at some point in time before sonic met tails, eggman used sonic as a power source. im still free to change the time period this happened, and am not yet inclined to solidify my time-table for lore bc i like keeping my options open.)

no matter what, all of these tie in with christmas island, as that is canonly where sonic was born.

Sega's internal story documents, circa the mid-1990s, also refer to Christmas Island as Sonic's place of birth. Rather than living there, it's said that his love for adventure called him away and he has visited so many different places on Earth that he doesn't really have a place he considers to be home. According to Yuji Naka, Christmas Island is where the action in Sonic's universe first unfolded and is populated only by animals and robots. Naka also revealed that Christmas Island is based upon the real world location (also known as Kiritimati), where nuclear weapon testing was conducted by the United States.

so based on that... sonic raised himself on christmas island alone. again, sega says it's only populated by animals and robots.

however in the real world, christmas island isn't completely unpopulated -- it does have human inhabitants. its just that it was unpopulated until relatively recently human-history wise. it has no indigenous people-group, and was only discovered in the 1600s, and eventually used for phosphorous mining (a super awful process for the environment) in the 1800s and 1900s. currently it's settled by southeast asians, pacific islanders, and australians. its also been the site of major concern over phosphorous mining, and many environmental protection groups fought to create national parks to preserve as much wildlife as possible while the phosphate mines were operational.

sega also says christmas island's islands are very strange -- because christmas island was also used as a nuclear test site.

anyways, these things in mind, 2 ideas out to me about sonic's origins, and how he got there. this is said with respect to irl sites affected by phosphorous mining and nuclear testing, but with all irl locations put into fantasy worlds, im taking some liberties creatively.

1) i do think he could've, obviously, had a family at some point. i doubt that sega would ever go there, bc why would they, but i think his parents could've been ecoactivists. i think they could've been killed by eggman and/or other businesses trying to exploit the island for its natural resources. irl it was for phosphorous, but in sonic's universe it could've been for other resources. it could've even been a reaction between the nuclear testing and exploitation of resources (such as the chaos emeralds or rings or general chaos energy instead of irl phosphorous). could've led to a kind of catastrophic mix of the two that his parents wanted to figure out and help the environment before it was too late. but then they got caught in the crossfire somehow.

if sonic remembers this family at all, i think it would be a very painful thing for him, and he wouldn't want to remember much. but he does care deeply about the environment like they would have. so if he did have parents that were ecoactivists, he'd be following all the lessons they gave him about protecting the planet. (...sometimes by protecting natural resources. sometimes by saving all life on earth. there are many ways to fulfill this task, okay)

how he got to be fast - who knows! since sonic was canonly born on the island he likely got doses of the strange environment in utero and continued to be around it in his early years... so it would make sense. especially if the island was nuclear tested and/or exploited for precious substances like the chaos emeralds or chaos energy.

the way it ties into battery au is that upon realizing there's still a strong natural resource full of power and energy, eggman doubles back and decides to catch this little guy. it takes a while, but ultimately he succeeds.

hence. battery sonic. ultimately he escapes, yeets this event from his head and never looks back. it does conflict with sonic only leaving christmas island to seek adventure.

then again, if christmas island was eggman's main base of operations at that point... sonic could've left the lab and then gone back to christmas island, the only home he'd had before -- only to realize that it was too small for him now, and he craved adventure, and to stop eggman from destroying other environments.

anyways. that's the one im leaning towards right now. but other more generic ones that didnt require 2 hours of research. yes all of these can be tied to battery au because its really not that complicated of an au.

2) sonic's a time traveler and unknowingly from the distant past

3) sonic's the original project shadow

4) sonic's the next chaos

5) sonic's literally just some guy, exactly who sega wants him to be

plenty of others but i like these 5 the best <3