#remember that bigots deserve to be laughed at

[laswells-ashtray]

KATE LASWELL AND CO BOARDGAME NIGHT. POSSIBLY DRINKING. MAYBE MARIJUANNA.

I'm saying Kate, her wife, John and Nik because Kate and John would never let the lads see them high.

Sarah insists that they play Game of Life because no one is getting through Monopoly if her stash is involved. They don't go your typical route and share a joint. No, Sarah likes baking so they have brownies.

It starts off fine, they're still a bit stiff around the shoulders. A little too professional for a board game. Nikolai and Sarah use their critical thinking skills and bring out a selection of various snacks before ordering pizza.

And then Kate starts smiling when she's reading out a card, she's flashing her pearly white teeth and Nikolai is half sure she doesn't know she's doing it. "Your pet goat wins a ribbon. Collect 120K from the bank."

It's a ridiculously unfunny card but the way John snickers makes Nikolai laugh and in the back of his mind Nikolai quickly realises that the brownies are kicking in. Sarah is still content and happy, no change in her.

"Pet goat?" John asks with far too much glee for something so simple.

"What kind of lesbian doesn't have a pet goat?" Sarah remarks, feigning offence.

Nikolai rolls his eyes and points to the board on the table. "She isn't a lesbian, she started off as a blue figure."

John had immediately claimed the blue car, Nik had taken the pink while no one was looking and it'd left the women to fight over who got the green car. Kate had won and coincidentally, Nikolai had pretended not to see how Sarah had offered her chest a feel.

"Lesbians can be blue, John. You English bigot." Kate retorts, barely biting back a laugh. The relaxed, almost giggly aura looks good on her. Nikolai has seen her during the hardest days of her career and he thinks she deserves as much happiness as she's feeling now. John might be his partner but Kate is one of his closest friends and he'd be lying if he said it didn't warm his heart to see the both of them so happy. Even if they're high as shit.

John only lets out a loud bark of laughter in response, sinking back into the couch cushions.

He watches as Sarah leans over and snatches a pack of Chips Ahoy from the table, tearing it open carelessly and shoving one in her mouth with a quite frankly pornographic moan that is hysterically funny to him. He briefly considers stealing one but John is slumped against his side and there's no way in Hell he can escape out from under him.

Kate looks back to her wife and then at the arrangement of snacks on the table before looking back to Sarah. "Hand me the Doritos."

Sarah does not have the grace to swallow the cookie before answering and it makes Nikolai chuckle. "Get them yourself."

"Give me the Doritos or I'll pinch you."

Sarah grabs the bag with a dramatic look of irritation. "Only because you'd pinch my tit."

Nikolai thinks John is half asleep with how quiet the other man is until someone knocks on the Laswell's front door, the undeniable joy on John's face is something he wishes he could photograph if he could remember where he sat his fucking phone.

The other man drags himself off of the couch and towards the front door with a pep in his step that Nikolai swears he's never seen before.

"Even walks like a gayboy." He hears Sarah mutter between cookies.

Kate breaks into a fit of giggles in response, pointing at John with a Dorito in hand as she tries to form words that just can't quite break through her laughter.

Nikolai would laugh if he wasn't too busy trying to kick off his boots without having to reach down and untie them.

The pizza boxes hit the table with a loud thud and before any of the three have a chance to react, John has already pinched the top one. "Dig in, arseholes."

[threepandas]

Your Biggest Fan: Part 3

When he first showed up, people scoffed. He wasn't the first to try and claim such a grand name, nor would he be the last. They mocked him. Made unknowing targets of themselves. Didn't realize just how SERIOUS the situation WAS.

They thought he was a joke.

Because, after all, how could ANYTHING related to the Quirkless be a threat? How could ANYTHING related to those they'd failed, dismissed, and abused ever come back to haunt them? What vengeance and anger could possibly fester there? Turning into something ugly. Something powerful and dangerous.

The Red Shoed Onryō was no joke.

He was every ugly buried sin crawled into the light. Vengeance where no justice would ever be found. The cruelty that returns cruelty's actions. The monster the that hunts and haunts the living.

And of course, like everything related to the Quirkless, the news buried him. Covered their eyes and ears, hoping he'd go away. Letting him run free.

Hero after hero, refusing to take the case. Because he's "not a REAL threat". As though his influence wasn't spreading. As though his power wasn't GROWING. Willfully BLIND! At every turn, it baffled and infuriated you. Did Onyrō have to STAB them first, for them to SEE?!

Worst of all? He was either kidnapping or KILLING Quirkless kids. The most vulnerable youth in this entire god forsaken, willfully blind, country! There were days when you loved your country. There WERE. It's one of the reasons you became a Hero! But some days? You wanted to BEAT THE BIGOT out of your countrymen.

Especially when, once again, you were looking down at... at tiny little red shoes.

God.

God, they were just a KID.

A little kid. Face to solemn. Eyes too old for such a young body. Parents who can't be bothered to even remember the last time they SAW their son. He was SIX. It burns you. Every child, dead or missing on this God forsaken case. It BURNS. Every SINGLE one of their neighbors saw the crimes here and did nothing. The teachers. Nothing. Their own parents! Nothing!

Another child failed.

Another set of tiny shoes collected. Because these BASTARDS don't deserve to keep them. And a cry in the nearest park.

Damn this so called Onryō. DAMN HIM! They were just kids! He... oh god, he was just a kid...

There's an awkward shuffling near your bench. Ah. Probably a kid. Smile, Gaurdian. You gotta remember to smile! They're kids. They don't understand, SHOULDN'T understand, that sometimes Heros lose...

C'mon. Be brave. Smile.

You raise your head. And... oh. Not a kid. They're all still playing, off on the distant play structures. It's the anxious, green, quirkless man. The one who was real scuffed up. He looks better. Nervous though.

"A..Are YOU okay?" He manages to choke out, before you can say anything.

You huff a laugh. Well, isn't THAT a turn of events? Guess he remembers you. Good to know you're making an impact, at least. And... maybe it's something about how he clearly so uncomfortable, yet braving through it to offer comfort. Maybe it's because he's the first person to ASK in... God, months? But you answer honestly.

No. No you're not.

You keep it vague, of course. Case file confidentiality and all that. But... the victims. Oh god, the victims. Quirkless kids. As though life wasn't shit for them ENOUGH. It makes you want to BREAK things. People.

He listens as you rage. Curse and weep. Mourn.

The list of names Onryō IS going to answer for. Even if you have to hunt him down alone. Drag him back by yourself. Because it's not ABOUT the fucking hair care commercials! It's about saving lives. And what's the damn POINT of it all, if it's not all in service of that?

...Honestly? Green guy is a good listener. Seems to hang off your every word. Really engaged. It's nice, after so long being dismissed and ignored at ever turn. So much so... that you do something you probably shouldn't. It's TECHNICALLY crossing a couple lines, professionally. And you WERE taught better.

But....

Well.......

Fuck it. You're kinda lonely, you know? Yeah, he's a fan. You "saved" him with some band-aids. But it's not like you REALLY saved him! That would be crossing a boundary, right? Right. This is... probably? Fine? Maybe you could get a friend out of it.

Hey. Green. Gimme your phone real quick.

You input your number. Send yourself his. There. Now you guys can chat. Don't go crazy okay? He promises. Looks super excited to have a friend. And... yeah. Yeah! You have a good feeling about this. Greenie's name is apparently "Izuku". And what you both need?

Is a friend.

[catbountry]

One of these days I'm gonna get completely zonked and write out an entire fucking essay on why Mister Metokur sucks and I don't like him, but I feel like I could just say "he kickstarted the internet dumpster fire that was GamerGate" and have justified my position completely.

So fucking tired of orbiting communities that talk about internet weirdos/drama and seeing creators kiss the fucking ring of some guy just because he's got a voice for radio and surrounds himself with people who are stupider than he is so he can toss them aside as soon as they inevitably do some stupid bullshit that he can make fun of and feel justified in doing so, like Sargon of Akkad and Ethan Ralph, all while lamenting that internet culture has changed since the 2000's and people on the internet like furries now more than they like otaku.

Oh yeah and he's using James Somerton's suicide note as an opportunity to expose Hbomberguy for shit he did nearly two decades ago and shame him for "troll's remorse." If I didn't highly suspect that this is another ploy by James to manipulate people into feeling sorry for him, I'd probably be more disgusted, but it proves this man just operates on pure spite. Like yeah, I get it, overly-performative troll's remorse is fucking cringe, but you're on a podcast with Null making jokes about "stinkditches" and saying unambiguously racist shit while laughing (in a video conveniently deleted from YouTube from September 17th, 2022). And if it weren't for Jim's army of asskissers, I'd probably be way more open about this sort of thing. But who's even reading my Tumblr at this point anyway?

The first time I remember being alarmed by him was that video he did on that creepy pedo who looked at photos of kids in bathtubs, and he was in a call with this guy and some girl said pedo was friends with, and Jim lost his patience and called her a "hole" and to shut up. People kiss Metokur's ass over this video. I don't even know if any action, criminal or otherwise, was taken against the dude and it was just an exercise in lording not being a pedophile over some deeply disturbed guy who probably had some kind of mental disability.

I am pretty much always going to have a fixation on strange internet people, internet drama, and horrifying nightmare people given unrestricted internet access. This is a character flaw of mine. I have tried to view these people more fairly in recent years, though to be honest, there's quite a few of them that are pretty goddamn hard to feel sorry for. But I also recognize a lot of my fascination was probably, at least partially, trollshielding; if I join in with the people making fun of these people, that means I won't be a target. It was a survival strategy learned from childhood and I'm not proud of it. But I also can't do the full troll's remorse because some of those people I talked shit about really were awful people. That doesn't make it okay when I would be snarky and judgemental towards people that didn't deserve it. Trying to stop a pedophile or helping shed light on a zoosadism ring doesn't make you a good person because even bigots hate pedos and people that torture animals. Congratulations on having the faintest resemblance of a conscience, it'd be nice if you could show that same outrage on behalf of black people and trans women. But we know you ain't doin' that.

Also I swear to god if somebody refers to him as "daddy Jim" and they're not taking the piss I'm gonna give them such a pinch.

P.S. James is very likely alive, btw. Who could have seen the serial liar and manipulator telling lies and emotionally manipulating people?

[reddiesworldsblog]

daily reminder day 172: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s playing in richie’s hair, who’s head is in his lap as eddie plays through the soft, dark ink curls. eddie has always loved richie’s hair, the way it flips out and runs in all different directions…eddie has always found it kinda beautiful.

daily reminder day 173: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s reading a book by the pool as he tans and sips on a strawberry lemonade. little does he know, richie just got home and he’s admiring his hot husband from the sliding glass door. richie really does  love his eddie, and he’s glad he’s home now so he can kiss and hold eddie exactly how he wants to.

daily reminder day 174: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s in the middle of making up his and richie’s bed, minding his business and humming to himself when all of the sudden richie comes up behind him and scares the absolute shit out of him. he yelps and it leads to eddie jumping on richie as he curses him out, and of course, that asshole, only laughs and let’s eddie smack him a little before tackling him onto their half-made bed. richie kisses eddie, and suddenly eddie forgets about it for a good 10 minutes in the time they’re kissing between breathless giggles.

daily reminder day 175: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s relaxing and enjoying a well deserved no work/stress free day. he hopes you’re all able to do the same :)

daily reminder day 176: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s tending to his garden

daily reminder day 177: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s resisting the urge to go all Attack Dog on this mf who keeps looking at him and his richie all weird. it’s 2023, numbnuts, if you have a problem with him and his husband only holding hands then daily reminder day 177: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s resisting the urge to go all Attack Dog on this mf who keeps looking at him and his richie all weird. it’s 2023, numbnuts, if you have a problem with him and his husband only holding hands then most precious thing he’s ever laid eyes on and it makes eddie’s heart flutter in the best way. eddie decides then that that bigoted asshole doesn’t matter, because no one has every looked at eddie this way and has been doing it since they were kids. richie is way more important, he loves richie, and richie loves him too, and so eddie kisses his husband because he can and wants to.

daily reminder day 178: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he wishes he lived in antarctica or the north pole or somewhere that’s really fucking cold because cali is too gd hot and he’s about to lose it. if he doesn’t cool down quick he’ll make it everyone’s problem.

daily reminder day 179: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he, richie, and the rest of the losers are at a beach house for a losers yearly reunion. it’s kinda like old times back when they were teenagers — playing games, smoking weed, and re-telling old stories that they didn’t even know they remembered. it’s nice to meet up, a time to not worry about other people and their jobs and shit. it’s night time now and it’s just eddie out by the pool in a lawn chair thinking when richie meets him out there, picking eddie up so he can sit in the chair and have eddie sit in his lap. they just smile at each other, words not even needing to be said, before kissing and beginning their ramble about any and everything, admiring each other and sharing more kisses in between.

daily reminder day 180: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s picking the strawberries he had grown in his garden and he’s so excited to just DEVOUR them.

daily reminder day 181: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s looking at some old polaroids he found of him and the losers from back when they were teenagers and also their 20’s. eddie smiles at how young and carefree they all looked — especially the ones of him and richie that the others took of them. there’s some of he and richie at the quarry, when they were asleep and cuddling in the clubhouse hammock, even their prom photo. and then eddie’s favorite, when richie had hold of the camera and had it turned towards the two of them. richie is kissing his cheek with a shit eating grin while he’s trying to push richie away, but despite what his hand is doing, eddie’s face is a mix of feign disgust and laughter. it’s so them, and it’s like not much has changed between them, but their bond and love got stronger in a way that eddie didn’t think was possible. eddie decides then that he’s gonna frame the polaroid, the memory of it warming his heart with affection as he does so.

daily reminder day 182: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are getting matching tattoos. he knows what you’re all thinking, getting matching tattoos with your partner is stupid and even he thinks so. but here’s the thing, he and richie have been together since high school, and even with that have they ever really been /just/ friends? like they’ve been holding hands since they were 5, they got fake married at 7, have been sharing a bed since they were 13. they’ve been through hell and back and have loved each other since before they even knew what love was. they’re in their 40’s now, and have only broken up once in their 20’s for like 2 days because they couldn’t stand being away from each other. so, yeah, this is the only exception to getting matching tattoos. richie is the love of his life and vice versa and they both know that no matter what they’re it for each other. and once they’re done getting their tattoos, they smile and kiss each other, chaste but full of love.

daily reminder day 183: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and he just got the WORST case of brain freeze from drinking his slurpee way too fast. it’s hot as a motherfucker outside right now and when richie handed him his extra large slurpee he didn’t waste any time to start drinking it. well, obviously since- yeah anyway it’s hot out so please stay hydrated and wear sunscreen and find some shade and go to the pool and whatever else and also eddie hopes you get the ice cold drink that you’ve been craving today.

[fourleafclovxr]

10: what it took to get here

“Yara, thank god you’re here,” Agatha sighs, slamming the doors closed behind her. “You might be the only other sane person in this entire castle.”

“That doesn’t bode very well for the future of Camelot, does it,” Yara says dubiously, hefting her bags into a corner. She can see why Agatha would say that, though. Pollux is here, and he was stupid enough to try and get Dovey, of all people, fired. It doesn’t exactly inspire confidence in the rest of the staff.

Agatha laughs, a little maniacally. “It doesn’t!” she exclaims. “But what can I do! I’m just Tedros’ princess, and girls should just shut up and listen to their betters speak, and girls shouldn’t have opinions on anything the men decide—” She breaks off, then, with a huffed exhale. “If I tell them I used to be a boy, do you think they’d shut up?”

Yara sits down on Agatha’s plush carpet, and Agatha follows suit, pulling her knees up to her chest. She doesn’t really look like a princess; she just looks tired, and annoyed, and a little scared. But, as always, she looks very much like herself. Yara has always admired her for that. And that’s the thing, isn’t it?

“You don’t change for anyone,” Yara says. “You don’t do anything for anyone other than yourself. Don’t let their biases force you into— into coming out.”

“Good thing I have you as my lady-in-waiting,” Agatha murmurs. “You’d have been wasted on Tedros.”

“Don't you know it,” Yara says lightly. Lady-in-waiting sounds much better than knight, all things considered. Sends a pleased, comfortable spark through her heart.

“S’pose it’s better that they don’t know, even if it would probably stop a couple of them in their tracks,” Agatha sighs. “They don’t deserve to, anyway. I don’t envy you. I don’t think you’re going to have it easy.”

“Trust me, I’ve heard it all before,” Yara assures her. “That it’s unnatural? That it’s freakish? That we should just stick with what we were born with? I’m over it. I really am. My family’s from Avalon Towers, remember? Even more bigoted version of Camelot, if you ask me.”

Agatha winces. “Right,” she says. “You know, I miss Gavaldon sometimes. I mean, there’s nothing there for me anymore, but at least people there didn’t care about all this. About being a girl, boy, neither, whatever. They hated you for… other things.”

“That’s the way things are, here,” Yara says wryly. “That’s the sort of division our dear Storian loves to capitalise on.”

“Like Evelyn Sader,” Agatha says quietly, lost in thought.

Yara can’t suppress the flinch that jolts through her. Oh, Sader had been a terrible Dean, and objectively an even worse person. She’d taken her idea of advocating for women to the extreme.

But she’d helped Yara. For a price, of course.

But she’d… understood, why Yara might want to be a girl. She’d smiled and nodded and said, being a Girl is a wonderous thing, my dear.

Their school. So beautiful. Yara shudders to think of it. That she would so easily forgive such Evil, if it only meant she could be herself.

She shakes her head firmly. No point in dwelling on it now. Sader is long gone. And Yara, despite everything, has lived this long without her.

This is something she’s made for herself. It was never meant to be anyone else’s.

“They keep trying to doll me up,” Agatha says abruptly, changing the subject entirely. “Make me— well. A better girl. A prettier bride. They complain about my bone structure a lot. My jaw. My shoulders.”

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met,” Yara says sincerely.

“Thanks,” Agatha mumbles, picking at a loose thread in the carpet. She sounds utterly unconvinced. “Just have to work on convincing all of Tedros’ courtiers, now.”

“Hey,” Yara frowns, “look up. Look at me.” Agatha does, blinking in confusion. “If anyone tells you you’re not pretty, I’ll screw with them so hard they come to you begging for mercy.”

“I don’t want to make things harder for Tedros,” Agatha worries.

“He wouldn’t want them to make things harder for you,” Yara points out. “He’s so in love with you it’s stupid. Anyway, you have to set a precedent. You can’t let them walk over you for things like this— what will happen when it’s something bigger? You’re just going to keep your head down?”

“Is it worth it?” Agatha sighs.

Yara stares, incredulously. “Has this castle beaten you down so much already?” she asks. Alright, it’s not particularly sensitive of her. It’s just. This isn’t the Agatha she knows; the Agatha who sat with her in the long days after Evelyn Sader and convinced her not to hate herself for it; the Agatha who was always sure of who she was, who never let anyone tell her otherwise, who never was scared of not fitting in.

“I don’t want to mess this up,” Agatha snaps, finally regaining some of the spark in her eyes. “You think any of this is easy?”

“It’s never going to be easy,” Yara says. “You might as well make it better for yourself. No one else is going to. Except maybe me, but— I’m your lady-in-waiting. I’ll do what you want.” She won’t like it, of course, but she owes Agatha that much.

“Why can’t it be easy?” Agatha says quietly. “People like us. Why don’t we ever get to have it easy?”

“Sometimes I resent it,” Yara admits. “What it took to get here.” It’s not easy. It’s never been easy. She wishes it could have been. “But I would never regret being myself.”

“Do you ever wish you didn’t have to—?” Agatha begins. Trails off. She looks a little lost, like this. A little more her age.

“Wouldn’t be like us, then, would we?” Yara asks. It’s true. It would be much, much easier to just be Tristan— Tristan, skinny and awkward and weird, but very firmly who he was supposed to be. Tristan, who’d been semi-comfortable in his own body, as far as that meant anything in Good. Tristan. Not her.

It took so much to get here, to get to where she is now. And it sucked, yeah. It sucked massively.

But where she is, right now— it feels right. It feels like home. And she would never, ever, go back.

[autisticbooknerd01]

Representation

When we were younger, my brother and I would play a game where we would assign characters in shows we watched to our family members. He always got the "normal" and/or funny ones, from Jim Halpert (The Office) to Leonard Hofstadter (The Big Bang Theory) to Troy Barnes (Community). I was always the "weird" one, the butt of the joke. I was Dwight Schrute (The Office), Sheldon Cooper (The Big Bang Theory), or Abed Nadir (Community). I'm still rather proud to be Abed.

I think this is evidence that we were always somewhat aware of my autistic traits, although we didn't know they had a name. I was the consistently the weird one. I was consistently the autistic-coded one.

I want to talk specifically about Sheldon Cooper, and how his character affects me to this day.

To start: he is definitely autistic coded (not well, but still). The creators of the show claim he is not autistic, but I wonder whether that's related to how, if he was, the punchline of nearly every joke is, "Haha, look at how autistic he is." When it's not that, his so-called friends (most of whom are creeps as well, but they're comparatively "normal," so they aren't punished for it) are infantilizing him in the grossest way possible.

I watched The Big Bang Theory for the first time ten years ago, when I was a little too young for it, and I laughed at the jokes because the laugh track indicated that I was supposed to, and I think I was uncomfortable but I didn't watch it again for YEARS so my brain stored it into my memory as funny.

I rewatched the show after I was diagnosed. Or, I rewatched what I could handle, because this show made me really sad and angry on his behalf. One line Sheldon says is, "I'm not crazy, my mother had me tested," and what the fuck, writers???

There's one episode that stands out to me, though I can't remember the name at all. Penny and Leonard are fighting, and Sheldon, who gets anxious when people fight, ends up running away to the comic book store, his safe place where he can regulate, to soothe himself. Penny and Leonard, as usual, act like he's being unreasonable, though they are marginally better in this episode. I, watching this, wanted to scream at them, "Can't you see he's distressed?"

So many of these characters, Sheldon included, are distressed and overwhelmed in a world that so clearly demonizes the way our minds work. That's something I desperately relate to. I understand how, when his character is being a bigoted piece of shit, his friends need to call him out and explain what's going on, but my god, could they please acknowledge that this world is very distressing for Sheldon and try to take his needs seriously? Can't they try to find some middle ground?

I just...it makes me so, so mad.

Sheldon was not a good person. Like everyone, autistic people have the capacity to be good and bad. But I'm tired of people like me being depicted as two dimensional bigots with no personality and no acknowledgement of what we go through to get to the starting line each day. Sheldon, like all autistic characters, deserves so much better.

We all do.

(I will die for Quinni Gallagher-Jones and Abed Nadir, though. Genuinely.)

[hoperays-song]

For your human au, Tell us more about Jia and how she’s described to Barry and Stan by Marcus

JIA ASK!!!!!!! ALL MY DREAMS HAVE COME TRUE!!!!!! I AM SO HAPPY!!!!!!! THANK YOU ANON THANK YOU, YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE PERSON!!!! - <3 Gooseless

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Jia was and shall always be perfection. And that's probably the most Marcus would describe her as, especially at first. Johnny legit thought his mum's name was Love for a bit growing up because that's what his dad called her constantly. However, as he got more comfortable with them, he probably started telling them more about her and it would be summed up kinda like this.

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Marcus's Description:

"Jia was amazing. The love of my life. I don't know how I lived before meeting her. She was just... my entire world. Johnny's my universe. She's my world. Fearless, almost to a fault, and even more stubborn than I am. She loved music and animals and would always be soft around the latter and kids. She loved them. I think she wanted more but having Johnny was hard enough. She was kind though, and the smartest woman I ever met. Probably the smartest person too. Like scarily so. Ji was also the biggest spit-fire of the century as well. The first time I met her, she broke my bio brother's nose for being an asshole. He deserved it. Generosity was a big thing for her too, giving back and all that. She was good, kind, loving, very devoted to things she cared about. And she was also strong, determined, ambitious, stubborn, and a bit hot-headed. She could be scary, when things went sideways and always fought for what she believed in, no matter who stood against her. But she was also the kindest soul I think I have ever met, besides our child of course. But then again, he takes after her. I loved Jia, very much, with every breath I take. I still love her even now. She was perfect."

And as a treat... Johnny's Description:

"I don't remember that much of mum. She died when I was six. So a lot of memories I have of her are cloudy but I do know I love her. A lot. And she loved me more than anything too. She was patient, teaching me to play the piano before I could even walk and never yelling even when I was being crazy as a baby. She was kind. I remember her telling me how to treat others and all about manners, showing me to bring stuff with me incase others needed it like a snack or water or a bandaid. Small things like that. In my memory, she's sort of angelic. I remember she would sing a lot. Or at least hum. And the whole flat would be full of music. Constantly. She would do funny voices when telling me stories too and when she was teasing dad with me. Mum was funny. We laughed a lot. Dad says I'm a lot like her now, so I guess there's that too. She was a good mum, the best one, and I miss her a lot."

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When asked, both Taylor boys will talk at length about Jia and what she was like. Stan and Barry know her from these stories and memories, both the sweet and gentle ones of Johnny's youth and couple-y moments with Marcus, and the much more terrifying moments of spit-fire Jia whenever someone was being a bigot or an ass. They both are a bit scared of her because of this, because they've heard what it's like to get on her bad side but also really admire her. She was a wonderful human being who loved helping others and made that a priority in her life.

[silent-partner-412]

i remember people being like “wow r/pikmin is losing their minds from no content it’s crazy over there” and like i haven’t checked in regularly there until pikmin 4 but god their sense of humor fucking SUCKS

it’s truly peak reddit culture humor and it’s terrible, almost every post there is the same three unfunny jokes about homophobic moss or fucking fiddlebert or whatever. it all just feels like i’m supposed to be laughing at these characters cuz “haha they’re bigoted” because there’s literally nothing deeper than that. and if you don’t find that type of humor funny good fucking luck enjoying the content there cuz it’s basically a ratio of like 1:100 in terms of actual good interesting posts about these games compared to truly bottom of the barrel memes.

between this and a LOT of rose tinted glasses when talking about pikmin 1 and 2 (they’re both undoubtedly great games but good lord there’s so much awful “back in my day” shit used to discredit 3 and 4 which are both equally great if not better) i’m truly losing patience with online pikmin content. this franchise deserves so much better than this, it’s literally one of the highest quality series of games out there but you’d never know it cuz of how terrible so much content about them is.

[godtears]

Man we went to the grocery store that deals me psychic damage and I was running off a few hours sleep and half a piece of toast and a quarter of an Arizona green tea. And I'm just trying to enjoy at least the fact that I got out, got some fresh air, got to spend time with my partner and friend who drove us thankfully, and just generally feel better than previously. But my stress and anxiety and panic were shooting upwards at high speeds and then I get???? A message???? From someone who was mad because MONTHS AGO I had said "oh yeah I let my kid say fuck" and they came at me like "oh so you let your kid say racist slurs too?" and that pissed me off, so I came back a little harshly about how fucking insulting and ridiculous it was to say that to me because that's just how I felt. And I moved on. But apparently they, months later, still had me living rent free in their head. So they messaged me, while I'm in the middle of taking +10 per 1s psychic damage, like "hi you silly weirdo goose! How are you?" and that quickly turned into "I want to study you under a microscope and keep you in a jar to watch you because you're fascinating to me on the level as actual hateful bigots who are racist and ableist and etc" and they talked about a trans woman in a way that was lowkey transphobic. And I'm like yo wtf Cuz the way they worded it sounded like they legit knew my address and was about to dox me and sent someone to fucking like kill me or something over this shit. And the whole time I DIDN'T KNOW WHO THE FUCK THIS PERSON WAS. but they kept going on in a creepy cutesy way of like wanting to study me like an insect, and at this point I'm so stressed out I'm trying not to cry in public, they're insulting my memory because I couldn't remember who they are (why the fuck would I?) and they're just generally being absolutely horrid towards me and scaring me a little so. I'm like "you keep insisting that I know you, I don't, so either send proof that we've interacted before or I'm blocking you" and they send the fucking screenshot of me being like "that's a stupid fucking strawman argument, you sound like a childish puritan, and you've pissed me off by making that rude assumption about my parenting so fuck off lol" (paraphrased obviously). The whole time I was BEGGING them to explain to me who the fuck they were CuZ I was confused and scared, and they were laughing at me and making fun of me for being confused and scared and stressed out. It was fucking cruel and disgusting.

Turns out they were just pissed off because they, in their own head, think saying fuck is the same as saying a slur. They said slurs and swears are the same. THEY ARE NOT. But because they made up that rule in their head, they decided because I didn't follow their made up rule, I deserved to be harassed relentlessly into almost having a panic attack in the middle of a grocery store. I apologized for saying what I said harshly before, but that I still stood my ground that what they said was super rude and out of line and that I had responded harshly because it very much hurt my feelings and offended me. And I said they were stepping way out of line and was NOT an appropriate reaction to that at all in any capacity and that they were still very much in the wrong for that behavior. That I was already tired and in a bad mood from being forced to sit in the ER from 8pm to 2am.

They said "oh this didn't turn out the way I wanted it to I'm sorry" like yeah okay, whatever, still blocking. How do you think attacking someone like that turns out? Seriously? I don't get people who do that shit. I don't understand what they gain from it. It's messed up.

[gryficowa]

I remember how many times people on the Internet tried to suppress my leftism, calling me stupid and clingy, now we see who it really is! They believe in Israel's propaganda, or they say Israel and Palestine are equally guilty (What stinks so bad)

And they still laugh at me because I'm stupid and clumsy, because I talk about Palestine!

But I know that what I'm doing is right, they won't drown me out when I'm fighting for something!

I'm a leftist and I'm proud of it, because they won't break me anymore! I don't care what people think about me and how I fight, because this is the only right way!

Palestine, Congo, Sudan, Armenia and Ukraine need us!

I don't care if my name appears in history or not, because there are people who deserve it more, but I want to be behind them because I know they deserve a lot!

For years, leftists were pushed around because we were not sadists, they laughed at us for being detached and stupid, when they divided the world and pitted us against each other, it was because of them that the tragedy occurred, and they still lie to our face that it was us leftists who caused the holocaust, when they caused genocide by being bigots!

By the way, these "Left-wing" cartoons are usually created by liberals and conservatives (Yes, it refers to "Velma"), off topic, but I had to mention it

[wolf-queer-discourse]

Adventures in Aphobia #2

It is absolutely tragic that I’m already adding to Adventures in Aphobia, but here we are again! Let’s get a look at the phenomenal post I will be addressing.

Hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I did. You know, the biggest joke of this whole post is the poster thinking ace people feel comfortable on Tumblr. I promise you they do not XD.

It’s funny how when queer sub-groups complain about bigotry faced from the broader community (this happens a LOT with bi and ace people, but I’ve seen it happen to trans people too), the bigoted queer people immediately call YOU the bigot because they’re actually more oppressed than you, which means they get to say whatever they want. I’m not going to even entertain the oppression olympics on this one.

The answer as to who’s more oppressed always boils down to: it depends, in what way, and why does this matter?

There are a TON of transphobic gay people who throw their hands up when they get called out for their behavior and decry, “But I’m gay! You’re not oppressed for thinking you’re a boy!!”

And honestly, some aphobes do want ace people dead, and not all homophobes want gay people dead. Why are ace people one of the only groups in the queer community who has to personally confess to almost being murdered, disowned, r*ped and stabbed all in the same day to have any of their struggles taken seriously?? Do you make gay people do this too, or do you ever just believe them? 

It’s incredible that some people’s entire queer identity is rooted in the fact they’ve been murdered or disowned before, as if the second you’re not being beaten in the streets, do you really face any struggles? There are gay people who haven’t been disowned or killed (obviously). They’re still gay, and they can still talk about homophobia without being mocked for it.

Bonus points for this poster, in what must be purposeful assholery, not even using a standard, accepted definition of what it means to be asexual. “Oppressed for not having sex”. Yes, because “not having sex” is the definition of asexuality. I mean, God, at least be original and come up with a banger instead of this lazy insult.

And if you needed any more proof this poster hates asexual people take a look at their do not follow list!

Imagine...literally being offended by someone believing ace people are oppressed. If you had room for this shit in your bio, you certainly had room for “spineless bigot” somewhere. Alas…

And uh, thinking minors can be ace is also a DNF-worthy offense?? Oh boy. I hate even having to explain this, but...sexual attraction does not ship to your doorstep on your 18th birthday. I know, I’m bummed too, but that’s just how it is. For real though, there’s no argument to saying minors can’t be ace. Trick question, but not really: can minors experience sexual attraction? Obviously yes. Have you met a teenager? It’s insane that aphobes will argue asexual people are sexualizing children by allowing them the right to define their own feelings. And they always use straw men like that there are seven-year-olds identifying as asexual. Bitch, where? Even if you could search the planet and find me one, you wouldn’t be making a point. 

“BUT WHAT IF THEY EXPERIENCE SEXUAL ATTRACTION LATER?”

Gasp, a person changing their label later in life? The horror! How ever will they cancel their subscription? Aphobes, people change labels all the time. None of y’all seem this pressed when a lesbian later identifies as bisexual. I promise it’s okay.

There is literally nothing predatory about acknowledging minors can feel sexual attraction. Not only is it a fact provable but a five-second stint at any high school, but if you really think that’s creepy...that says more about you than anyone else. Just because minors experience sexual attraction doesn’t mean creepy-ass adults can take advantage of them.

Also...love that this poster said “LGBT aces are fine obv”. Is it obvious?? God, I love how aphobes will literally foam at the mouth about how asexual people are a bunch of attention-seeking, pedophiles who are trying to recruit children then immediately tag on a quick “but of course I support LGBT aces!!”. Are these people really so fucking thick they think their words don’t apply to bi, gay and trans aces?? I have yet to meet a single gay, bi or trans ace who feels positively about ace exclusionists. Your rhetoric inherently harms all ace people because it doesn’t give gay, bi and trans aces room to talk about their aphobic experiences. You don’t get to only support one part of their queer identity and expect a pat on the back. You’re a fucking aphobe, and you can’t cozy that up with your empty words of support for only the “good” aces. 

[i-did-not-mean-to]

I am crying. This last paragraph sums it up perfectly.

I am a hateful bitch. Envious. Jealous too. Small-minded and bigoted. I get envious of others' success and dismissive of others' misery.

And then I stop. I breathe. I remember that this is not who I choose to be. Not ever again.

I think of the things and people that make me laugh. I recall the hands that hid my worst injuries and balmed them. I conjure up ghosts of love I've received.

And I force myself to be kind. Some days, it takes everything I have not to say "well, boohoo nobody cares about either one of us..."

But I'd be wrong saying this because I'm petty and tired and hurt. I care. At the end of the day, I care a whole damn lot.

Being nice to people is hard sometimes (and sometimes it's really easy, tbh)...but it's always worth it. Always. No exceptions.

Being kind is the greatest ambition and challenge of my life besides staying alive.

And I'll persevere because y'all deserve nothing less from me. You're wonderful and I love you.

I love you. I love you. I love you (more than I hate myself)

Hey.

I'm serious when I say I think the sentiment that kindness requires "zero effort" is harmful.

The idea that kind is a thing you can be innately, without having to think or feel anything about it, leaves a gap in the fence where the other idea "if I have unkind thoughts or feelings, I am by nature a bad, unkind person" can slip through.

Listen. That's bullshit.

Being kind to other people means paying attention to the effect your words and actions have on others, caring about it, and trying to make those effects better. That's work.

If you have a nasty thought about another person that annoys you and you contain the impulse, hold your tongue, and let it go? That was effort.

If you took time out to really think about something you wanted to say and make sure it would have its intended result without causing accidental harm that you wouldn't have noticed if you went totally off the cuff? Wow, that took some work!

If you were tired and angry and full of hatred but you still did the dishes so your housemate has something to eat their breakfast off of in the morning, that wasn't easy.

I don't think there are magical "kind" people who never have a mean thought and are always selfless and pure. That would be exhausting and impossible.

I'm not a "nice person," I'm a nasty, bitter, angry, sad person who tries to have good leash manners, control my worst impulses, and not jump on strangers because they don't deserve that shit from me.

I don't always succeed, but I'm trying. I'm trying and it's worth it.

[hawkinshighdropout]

Free Now.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Your ex boyfriend Billy has been harassing you ever since the breakup and he just won't take "no" for an answer. You have spent every day since then alone and sad, Eddie intervenes in your time of need and it caused a lot of unwanted attention.

Warnings: No major warnings, a mention of a fight and some tense situations but nothing upsetting that I can recall? This is just angst/fluff content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “Hey! This is what I have in mind. Sorry if it's too long. Your ex-boyfriend Billy doesn't appear to be handling the breakup well and won't leave you alone. Since many of the girls don't talk to you because they want to date your ex, and the boys don't approach you because they are terrified of Billy, you are kinda isolated at school. But Eddie, who had already seen how Billy handled you and still does, chooses to confront him on one of the many occasions he bothers you at school. They fight, you treat Eddie's bruises, he's cute and says he's always liked you and that you can sit with him and his friends, you kiss him and tell him you've always had a crush on him and you start seeing each other. Please, let me know if it's ok for you.”

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You had liked Billy because he was different, he was a bad boy, he had some edge to him. You loved his hair, his confidence, the way he carried himself, everything about him. He was gorgeous, and everyone wanted him, yet he chose you. You were weak at the knees whenever you were around him, he had your heart in his hand and that wasn’t going to change… Until one day, it did.

You don’t remember exactly when it happened, but you remember the exact repulsive words that came out of his bitter, bigoted mouth.

He was picking you up from school one day and you were talking to Dustin and Lucas as you had caught the tail end of their conversation and it had made you laugh, they were quick to include you and you stood talking by the bike racks whilst waiting for Billy to arrive.

His loud music pumping through the speakers whilst his tires screeched from the speed of him hitting the breaks, coming to a sudden stop in front of you all.

“What the hell are you doing with these losers?” he scoffs out his window, sizing up the two kids with an unimpressed look on his face.

“Oh, behave. They’re sweet.” You defended them with a smile, that smile quickly fading as he clambered out of the car and marched over to you all.

Heated words were exchanged, Billy was throwing all kinds of slurs at the undeserving children and that outraged you. You could deal with his attitude normally, but homophobic and racist remarks? That was your limit, as it should be for any decent human being.

A harsh slap across his cheek stopped his tirade, you announce that it was over between you both as you refused to date a monster like him.

That was a couple of weeks ago now, and his words still haunted you. How can someone that pretty be that hideous underneath? A shiver ran up your spine whenever you thought back to the times you had spent with him, not wanting to recall anything positive about him, he didn’t deserve an ounce of your praise or time, he was dead to you.

Or so you wished. Billy had spent every waking moment since you broke up with him making your life hell, begging for you to take him back and making a big show of his feelings for you around anyone who was present to witness them. He was embarrassing himself, and he was certainly embarrassing you. It was causing such a scene on a daily basis that whilst you avoided him like the plague, everyone in school was giving you the same punishment.

Girls avoided you as they all fawned over your ex, perplexed by how you could be so “stupid” to break up with someone so “dreamy.” Guys walked the other way when you were nearby as they didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Billy’s abuse for even looking at you. It was an isolating nightmare you were living.

You were sat outside of school on one of the benches reading a book whilst minding your own business, looking up with a disgusted look on your face as your ex plopped down on the seat beside you, arm strung around your waist as you immediately escape his grip.

“Go away, Billy.” You sigh, trying to focus on your book.

“Ah, c’mon, sweet thing. Don’t be like that…” his voice a pathetic attempt at sounding seductive and classy, in reality he just sounded like a jackass.

You weren’t alone, thank god. The other students were all littering across the grass and various benches as it was a surprisingly nice day in Hawkins, you just knew it was smarter to keep to yourself, which is why you picked the bench furthest away.

“Don’t touch me.” You groan, uncomfortable expression on your lips as you try and wriggle away from him once again, his hand gripping your hip as he keeps you flush to his chest.

“C’mon, baby. I miss you… What do you say we get outta here?” he purrs, pressing a light kiss against the weak spot behind your ear.

“Don’t touch me!” you scream out a little louder this time, grabbing the attention of everyone around you as you shove him away from your body.

“When did you become such a prude?!” he hisses, standing to his feet and wrapping his arms around your midsection whilst you are immediately trying to unwrap them from around yourself.

“I’m not a god damn prude, I just don’t want someone like you touching me, you’re pathetic and disgusting so let. Me. Go!” you squeal out, giving him a knee to the crotch whilst allows him to let go of you for a second in shock.

He stumbles for a second, taking a deep breath to regain his composure before he’s making advances towards you again, smug grin on his lips as he reached out for your backpack strap to stop you from getting far.

“Oh no you don’t!” called an annoyed noise from just over Billy’s shoulder, you see a fluffy haired guy hurrying up behind your ex, immediately wrapping his arms around Billy’s throat to give him a soft headlock to give you the time and space to distance yourself from Billy.

A wild elbow is thrown into the ribs of the stranger, causing him to hiss out as Billy wrangles out of his arms and faces him with pure venom in his voice, “Munson… I shoulda known it was you…” he smirks, dropping his weight a little so he could charge into the other guys’ chest and tackle him to the ground.

You back up a little, whole body shaking from the ordeal whilst a small crowd gathered to watch the two guys wrestling and battling one another, one trying to win your affection, the other trying to defend your honour.

You assume it’s going to be a battle of egos and testosterone, a relatively harmless wrestling match… That is until the brunette recoils his arm away, letting it smash forward to lay a hard blow to Billy’s noise, causing the blonde to scream out in agony.

“You little shithead!” Billy cries, nose already seeping with blood, grabbing the other guy by the throat, and shoving him down onto the ground as he pinned him and started laying wild blows to whatever he could hit. Fist colliding with his jaw, chest, anything he could find, the two guys were just exchanging hands and you were frozen in your spot in pure fear.

“Eddie! Stop! He’s not worth it!” you hear Dustin scream from the edge of the crowd, it took this long for you to realise the tatted stranger was Eddie Munson.

Dustin and his small group of friends rushed over and did all that they could to intervene, pulling Eddie off of Billy once the two men had swapped positions and it was Billy’s turn to get his ass beat. They were both red in the face, covered in blood and cursing at one another, it was hard to believe that this tall stranger was being held back by these children…

Looking up, you saw that a girl you knew as Max had come to the aid of Billy. Well, she had stood in front of him and held out her arms so neither of the older guys could step closer without her getting hurt first.

“What is the matter with you two?!” she screamed, full of rage.

“That little freak hit me!” he defends, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You deserve it for not learning what the word no means, dick!” Eddie retorted, sitting on the bench you were previously on whilst nursing his aching jaw.

“What do you care anyway? Ever heard of minding your damn business?!” Billy sounded like he was getting riled up again as Eddie was also seething.

“Keep your hands to yourself and I’ll mind my business.” Eddie growled.

It took a little more begging from either side’s friends before the two boys split up and went in opposite directions, Max shooting the group an apologetic look before she forced Billy to head back to his car. You watched as Dustin and Lucas tried their best to clear Eddie up, but he kept lightly shoving them away, not wanting any help.

It took all the power and strength you could muster up before you had the guts to step over to Eddie, body shaking with nerves as you clear your throat.

“T-Thank you…” you mumble, Eddie tilting his head up to look at you, eyes sympathetic as he noticed that it was you he was speaking with.

“Don’t even mention it. You okay?” he asks with genuine concern in his voice, you sheepishly nod your head as you knew the worst was over for now.

“I… We should get you cleaned up…” you suggest, referring to how his outfit was smothered in dirt marks, hands a little bruised and bloody as his lip was split a little from the punch he received earlier.

He stood without much argument, you slide your backpack up onto one shoulder and slowly guide him back into the school. He was limping and gasping every now and again from the pain, you ease him into the girls’ bathroom so he can at first wash his hands.

Eddie groans in annoyance at the sight of himself in the mirror, turning away from it once his hands were dry and clean. You frown, grabbing a tissue and soaking it in warm water, waiting for permission before you lightly dabbed the blood from his lip.

He winced, you apologised. It went on like this for a couple minutes before you had him clear from blood and a grateful smile on his face, throwing away the bloody towels in favour of brushing his hair from his face. You were extra delicate with him as you knew he was tender.

“I’m Y/N by the way…” you offer, filling the silence.

“I know. I’ve had a crush on you since first grade.” He shrugs with a half-hearted smile, leaning back against the sink whilst you washed your own hands to be clean of the dirt. “I’m Eddie.”

“Yeah right!” you snort, to which he interrupts.

“I am, it says so on my birth certificate!” a smug grin on his face.

“Not that part!” you snort a laugh, smacking him playfully on the chest before gasping and apologising immediately as you’d hit one of his fresh bruises, you stroke your fingers over his chest soothingly, “I meant ‘yeah right’ to the crush part, butthead.”

“I know, I just love teasing you. But I’m being serious about that part, I always had a crush on you, broke my heart when you started dating that asshat.” He mumbled.

“Broke more than just your heart, hm?” you gesture to his fractured hand, causing the both of you to let out laugh that fades to a soft sigh.

“It was worth it…” he smiled, brushing your hair behind your ears, and admiring the way that you blush under his touch. “Besides, I could treat you way better than he ever could—”

“Not much competition there!” you laugh, interrupting him.

“Shut up, I was trying to be romantic!” he groans with a fake huff.

“Sorry, sorry, go ahead!” you promise to be quiet, beaming up at him as he took a second to appreciate how beautiful you were when you smiled.

“Do you think you’d ever wanna go out some time? Like… when I’m healed and not all gross and bloody?” a hopeful look in his eye.

“You could never be gross, even when you’re bloody,” you reassure him, stroking his cheek with your thumb, making sure to be extra delicate with his sore face, “but I would really like that…”

“Wait, really?!” he sounds like an excited child.

“Of course! You’re handsome, funny, protective, you’re willing to break your damn hand just to defend someone you hardly know, you’re already miles above anyone else…” you shake your head with a smile.

“I’m stoked, that’s awesome!” he’s grinning, only wincing slightly when his lip splits open again and causes a little blood to drip out from his smiling.

“Jesus Christ, not again!” you groan, grabbing another clean tissue to repeat the process of cleaning his busted lip, not wanting to get the crimson stains on his—well, his muddy white shirt, you suppose.

“Get used to the next 50 years of taking care of me,” he snorts a laugh.

“If you’re lucky,” you tease, your voice soft and playful.

[oxydiane]

sirius’ story makes me so sad.

he grows up in an abusive household surrounded by bigoted people and tries time and time again to prove he’s different and undo all the things his family has done to give the black name that reputation.

he only finds solace at the age of eleven when he meets james and subsequently when he escapes his home and effectively abandons his family at sixteen, not even a legal adult yet.

immediately after finishing school he’s thrown in the middle of a war, a war meant for adults and fought by children, and not even three years later he realises that he put his trust in the wrong person, and because of his mistake the one person who had helped him through it all for the past decade is dead. everything falls apart. james is dead, lily is dead, remus is god knows where, peter is a traitor and hagrid is refusing to give him his godson. the godson he had sworn to protect, the boy james and lily died to protect, the last fickle trace of them in this world, the godson he was ready to take up and raise and protect with his life, that is being taken away from him too.

he has nothing left to lose, tracks down the traitor, the man he trusted who now has such precious blood on his hands, and he gets framed. no trial, no investigation, not even a chance to speak up for himself, because after all he is a black and that last name speaks louder than a thousand words and no matter how much he’s tried to undo it, his name will always precede his actions in the eyes of everyone watching.

he spends more than a decade locked up, being sucked dry of every happy memory until he’s forgotten how james moves, how he smells and how he laughs and quickly he can’t remember anything that makes james alive and all he can remember is the corpse he’d seen that day, just a few days before his twenty-second birthday, untouched laying on the ground, so untouched he could have mistaken it for his sleeping form if not for his eyes open and brown and devoid of life. he rots away at azkaban, decides to rot away in there because the more he thinks about it the more he feels that is the right place for him, he decided to switch with peter, he is the reason his friends are dead, he deserves every nightmare filled night and dirty look from the minister each time he visits. and then, one day, he sees it. his reason to escape. peter alive and relatively well off on the front page of the daily prophet written down in ink the promise he will be at hogwarts in the near september, the same place his godson, his harry will be and he cannot take it anymore, he escapes.

he sees harry, alone in the streets after running away from his muggle family and that feels so, so familiar. he sees harry longing after a broomstick and there is so much of james in that. he is at hogwarts and hiding under the bleachers of the quidditch field and he gets to see how skilled his harry is, he’s all james, there is so much of james in the way he holds himself on his broom, in the air, and in the way it is so apparent he loves playing.

when he finally, finally, gets pettigrew, and the rest, alone in the shrieking shack he can finally taste it, the revenge he’s been agonising for over a decade, his chance to avenge james and lily. remus shows up, snape shows up and the kids knock him out cold and that is probably the best night sirius has had in the past twelve years because his godson, his harry believes his innocence and he is about to finally avenge james, with remus.

harry stops them, he doesn’t want them to become murderers and yet again sirius marvels at how much of james is still alive in this small boy, james wouldn’t have wanted that either.

they leave the shack with a promise of making him a free man, finally, and with a smaller promise, just between him and harry, to finally be together once this is all over, to be a family, just the two of them. everything he’s ever wanted is so close, getting his revenge, getting back his freedom, getting to be a family with harry; it’s almost too good to be true, and it all slips away from his fingers in seconds.

suddenly pettigrew is gone, and he is locked up waiting for the kiss, to say goodbye to the soul that had kept him anchored to sanity all those years and say goodbye to all the promises made mere minutes prior. and harry is saving him again, helping him out, setting him free. those promises still cannot be kept but that’s alright, because harry knows he is innocent and they will figure something out, they always do.

he lives on the run, he lives in a small hideout near hogsmeade while worried sick because that dumbledore bastard couldn’t possibly find a way to pull harry out of that bloody tournament, could he? and suddenly voldemort is back.

voldemort is back and sirius is stuck inside the house he had grown to hate, the house he had desperately escaped when he was just a kid. he hears his mother’s yells and has to look at the tapestry with his missing face and hear his elf remind him of everything he’s hated and everything that has tormented him. the walls bear memories he’d rather throw away and burn and harry is in danger.

harry is in constant danger, everyone is in danger and he can’t do anything to help. when news struck that harry is in the department of mysteries, facing off death eaters, he doesn’t care anymore, doesn’t care for orders because dumbledore’s orders have never been his priority, harry is.

he shows up, finally, and he gets to save harry, stand up for him, and fight by his side for the last time before his own very cousin, a member of the family that has done so much damage and harm to him all of his life, puts an end to his life.

he dies with a smile on his face, ghost of a laughter still present as harry watches the last part of a family he never got to have die forever. and just like that sirius is gone.

he didn’t get to avenge james and lily, he didn’t get to be a free man again, he didn’t get to raise harry, or to be a family with him. just like that his life is over and only ten of those excruciating thirty-six years haven’t been absolute torture for him.

[discluded]

have you seen that mae nathanee posted this pic of mile from vogue magazine with mile's quote about freedom? she must be so proud of her son 🥺💚

https://www.instagram.com/p/Cjel894LL34/?igshid=MDJmNzVkMjY=

OH ANON, thank you for giving me a chance to talk about another thing I didn't know how to bring up casually about the interview (sorry to everyone whose experience of my blog has just been me screaming AND ONE MORE THING into tungle.hellspace)

Also, if you have an Instagram, please go and give the Vogue post a like and comment!

First of all, it's soooo cute Mama Mae Nathanee is so supportive of her son. Their relationship is so so so so cute.

She should absolutely be proud of him! And proud of herself for how well she raised him.

Second of all, I want to talk about something what Mile said that either is lost in translation and/or the nuance might be missing to some people.

Here is the translation from MileApo Safe Place (alt: the one that @nattaphum consolidated. They're both very close.)

"I agree with Po, and I believe in the freedom to live life. No matter the preference, orientation, or love of a person of any gender, age, or status, everyone should have the freedom to decide to be their authentic self."

- Mile Phakphum in Vogue Thailand, Sept 2022

At first glance, this can read as a "treat everyone with respect" comment from Mile, which might feel a bit "all lives matter" in the context of a question about LGBTQ+ issues. But as bad as Mile's memory is, he obviously listened to what Apo said first and is adding on to it. He heard the question was about LGBTQ+ issues.

Apo's answer was very direct: It was a not-so-subtle comment about the lack of equal rights and protections for LGBTQ people in Thailand, including the 2021 Thailand Supreme Court ruling against marriage equality. This is a very good call out that isn't just "everyone should be able to love who they love."

But remember that Mile's personality is not as direct as Apo's. Even his comment about online bullying he received and plea for kindness was very soft and indirect compared to what Apo's said in the past on Twitter. There's nothing wrong with either, but it's who Mile is, so it's always important to take what he says with that context.

Apo talked about the lack of protections for LGBTQ couples, the lived mundanity of inequality and discrimination that most people don't think about. Mile is adding on to that to say there is a lived violence in the inequality that LGBTQ people experience outside of their relationships as well that he wanted to highlight.

Of course everyone should have the freedom to marry who they love and build a life with that person, but LGBTQ people deserve respect and protection for being just who they are. Trans people should have the right to live without fear and discrimination or being a novelty that talk show hosts can laugh at [insert link of Apo defending that trans beauty queen/actress at that talk show I can't find right now], bi / pan / 🤷🏻‍♀️ questioning? folks should be allowed to live their truth without people invalidating their identity because of their partner, and everyone should be protected from homophobia because censure/bullying of how people naturally choose to present themselves affects cisstraight and queer people. Homophobia (and transphobia) is not about the recipient, it's about the violence a bigot enacts on someone they identify as a target.

So yeah. Mile's comment about freedom to be your authentic self, as a queer person who is not in a relationship and might never be, was really moving to me.

In case you missed it: Mile and Apo had seven questions in Vogue, their most widely circulated publication interview op to date, and they really took the LGBTQ rights question head on.

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[Knock at the Cabin spoilers!!!]

I havent read the book (going to do so now that I've heard some commentary from people who have) and I went to see the movie without knowing a single thing about it AT ALL.

towards the middle and closer to the end I was HOPING and PRAYING it'd be ambiguous, like a we-don't-really-know-who's-right sort of a thing, I wanted to see them struggle with (no matter the outcome) not knowing whether they could have or if they truly had prevented the apocalypse. I wanted them to question whether four people plus all those involved in the global disasters died in vain.

the middle of the movie SO PERFECTLY made me doubt and made it clear the characters were very well doubting. You're in a fucking echo chamber! Online message board? You are feeding off of each other. A rage-filled bigot, a beefy bartender, a devoutly religious nurse, and an impressionable line cook all creating a false narrative to justify breaking and entering and cult-suiciding! Can't you see how crazy this is? There's no cell service out here and you cut the phone lines on purpose. You planned ahead. The TV isn't live, you're checking your watch obsessively, you're "predicting" a pre-recorded news story.

ALL THAT, just for the apocalypse to unequivocally be real? the only ambiguity left is WHY???? And don't you dare tell me Andrew would shoot Eric, even if he begged him to. Even if the sky was fucking falling. If it's not real, how could he live with himself? If it's a real scorched earth, fuck it, we deserve to live. Sorry, I'm much more of an Andrew. I'm atheist and never in a million years would I believe the horsemen weren't just insane suicidal cultists who met on r/apocalypse. To have that be the case, undeniable to both the viewer and the characters who make the ultimate decision, it feels like the set-up of the entire movie has crumbled! It's all for nothing!

Don't get me wrong, I loved it. I loved what it was set up to be and as disappointed as I am in the ending, it made me cry and laugh and ik there is some sense of valor in sacrificing yourself bc you believe it will make the life of your child better, even if Eric didn't care about the rest of the world. And the No, kill me. Please. Kill me instead. True love right there. Again, both for the partner and the child. But come ON! if I'm going to be unhappy by the end of the film, I want to at least doubt the validity of the events.

And no, seriously, I don't think I CAN get over Eric making the decision he did or Andrew agreeing to it. Sorry, I'm dragging my partner out of there and fighting tooth and nail for them to stop asking me to do something so stupid like choosing to kill them to save the world. bullshit.

I need to read the book because OP's description of it is 100% what I was thinking by the end. WHY WOULD A LOVING GOD MAKE THEM CHOOSE? FUCK THE WORLD. but idk i'm an idealist like that. also would never be able to kill my partner and on that note, I wouldn't give my own life to "prevent" an "apocalypse." on so many levels. even if I knew it was real. nah. guess that means I'm built different.

okay, here's the other thing. sacrificing to save all of humanity isn't something that really happens. "sacrifice" is a relative term that comes subsequent to shitty events to justify, soothe, or deify what was lost. nobody should have to sacrifice their own LIFE, not truly, and the false narrative that sacrifice is good is as old as the oldest armies fighting for land or the earliest iterations of later-worshipped religious prophets and believers sacrificing themselves for their beliefs. To be clear, I'm not trying to say people who've laid down their lives shouldn't be remembered for their noble causes, rather that the fact that people die to fight on one side of history or the other is insane. this is very closely related to the queer allegory written into the Cabin story. Theism vs. atheism. Do we sacrifice for what they say is good? Are we supposed to lay down our lives for old-testament punishment? WHAT KIND OF A GOD WOULD MAKE US SUFFER LIKE THIS? Is there even a god? are they telling the truth? Do we sacrifice loving one another to comply to their beliefs? Do we sacrifice our fucking LIVES for a world that hates US, that would see us die for them?

It's bullshit. even though i loved the actors and appreciated the idea of the story. I'm gonna go read the book.

Knock at the Cabin (+ spoilers for Cabin at the End of the World)

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