#rude: you're welcome

[random-knowone]

The Kids Are 14.

AN: Sorry if this is OOC or anything, I’ve only seen it once. Constructive criticism is welcome, this is just the second draft. I'll move it to AO3 when I get my invite

TW slurs/internalized homophobia

The kids are 14. 

They lay side by side on the roof of Doug’s house, staring at the stars. There was a light chill in the air, the first hint of Fall around the corner. Corey’s dad wouldn’t let him have sleepovers, so instead he snuck out after his dad fell asleep so they could stay up all night talking about nothing and everything.

Doug groaned loudly. “It’s so not fair, summer break’s almost over and I’ve spend like half of it with this fucking cast on my arm.”

“Well maybe if you hadn’t stolen your dad’s car and tried to drive it all the way to the theater to see some stupid R-rated movie, you wouldn’t’ve crashed it into a tree. The doctors said you were lucky you got away with just a broken arm.” Corey said, with that tone he uses when he’s pretending to be smarter than Doug, even though they both know that isn’t true.

“Bullshit, I didn’t see you stopping me! You were right there in the passenger seat. Of course you only got a concussion, nothing serious ever happens to you.”

“Because you said you knew how to drive! And it’s easy to not get hurt if you’re not a total dumbass, you should try it sometime.” Corey protested. “Why did you want to see that movie so bad anyway?” 

“Brian Kelley at school saw it, he said there were, like, 3 different girls who had their boobs out in it.” Doug said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Corey scoffed. “Gross, you’re such a perv.”

Doug rolled his eyes. “Grow up. If that makes me a perv, everyone’s a perv. Don’t you think about girls?”

“I… You’re disgusting, Doug.” Corey said, shrinking away slightly.

“C’mon, man, don’t you?” Doug’s tone was eager, but playful. He poked at Corey with his good arm, trying to get a reaction.

“I don’t… I don’t wanna talk about it.” Corey muttered, his tone betraying that something was wrong.

Doug leaned in closer. “Do you… Think about boys?” His voice was soft, hesitant to even bring up the suggestion.

“W-what? No! Don’t be an idiot.” Corey exclaimed nervously, fidgeting with his hands.

“Corey, it’s okay, you can tell me.” Doug reached out his arm to comfort him.

Corey shoved him away. “I’m not a fucking faggot, Doug! You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about so just shut up!”

Doug froze. He dropped his gaze, staring at his feet. Corey could count on one hand the number of times he’d seen him act like this. He seemed… Hurt, Scared, almost.

“I… I do think about boys sometimes.” Doug muttered. “I thought maybe you… I guess I’m the faggot.”

Corey stared at him for a second that seemed to stretch on forever. “Shit, I--  I’m sorry, Doug. I didn’t mean… I didn’t know…”

Doug wouldn’t look him in the eye, and started to stand up. “I… I think you should go. It’s getting late, your dad’ll wake up soon, he might notice you’re gone.”

Corey shot up. “W-wait, Doug, come back!” He grabbed Doug by the shoulder. Doug turned around to face him. He stared at Corey, whose face was bathed in the heavenly glow of the moonlight. 

“I… You were right. I do like boys. Not girls too, like you, just… Just guys.” Corey stammered. “I’m the fag, not you. I’m a fag just like my dad’s always said, and I’m nothing, and… And…”

“No, you’re not.” Doug said, slowly stepping closer. He reached up to cup Corey’s face in his hand. “You’re everything.”

Doug leaned in to kiss him, and Corey was too shocked to react. They stayed like that for a while, lips pressed together, two bodies melted into one, under the stars. Slowly the sun started to rise and the two boys crawled back through the window inside, without saying a word.

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AN: I loved the dynamic change in making it gay, but I felt like there was a lot of potential in there that was lost by just having Corey's name switched, so this is my attempt to add more of that gay angst

@dsm--v @milolovesbmc

[desertduality]

Still hard at work on the next chapter of Ad Astra btw !!! hopefully will be done within the next few days :)

[babacontainsmultitudes]

What's the bone you have to pick please tell?

Anon you gotta let a girl have her vague little vents in the final tags of a meme post lol. Answering that question properly would be a long-ass ramble, and not one I'm really ready to go off over while I'm still in the post-episode rush. There's also just certain forms of negativity that I usually prefer to avoid bringing to the table?

...But since you asked, I suppose you could say that the gist is I often find myself feeling a bit weary of Will's handling of Sparrow as an NPC, or more accurately his general lack of concern for the twins' arcs in the greater narrative context. I think it's great that Normal is a very emotionally stubborn character, but sometimes it's a little *too much* for my personal tastes. Which is to say, I often get the impression that he is very preoccupied with optimizing Normal's angst factor (often at the expense of nuance- particularly with respect to Sparrow's characterization), and much less interested in giving Norm a relationship with his dad that actually develops or goes anywhere new or interesting. Mostly it just leaves me worried about whether or not things will end on a narratively satisfying beat or not by the end of the season (which, to be clear, does not mean I expect or want everything to be rainbows and butterflies, either).

Which isn't to bring down Will too much as a player either- there's obviously very many things that he does extremely well but. I mean all the players have their strengths and weaknesses, and when it comes to Will I guess one of my major critiques lies there! Hopefully that answers your question at least somewhat, anon. Not asking you to agree with these feelings, obviously. But hey, you're the one who asked lol.

[petit-papillion]

Did you see Sainz impeding Leclerc (again) in qualifying… Nico Rosberg said in sky Italia that Sainz was trying to get a reaction from Leclerc. I honestly don’t know what to think about him anymore

Yeah, I saw.

I didn't hear about Nico's interpretation of the situation, but he does like to stir the pot, so there's that to consider. Clearly Charles wasn't happy about what happened, but we also know a lot is said in the heat of the moment. I appreciated Charles not commenting about it to the press and wanting to resolve it behind closed doors.

I really feel like Carlos is one of those people with the attitude of "don't ask for permission first, ask for forgiveness later". Once the deed/damage is done, they can get mad at him or slap his wrist, and he can even promise never to do it again, but the results stand. Perfect example is Silverstone last year where he openly disobeyed team ordered, left Charles out to dry, and drove himself to victory. Same with impeding during quali. As team principal you can reprimand him after the fact, but the results of the quali session remain in place. Kind of like telling a toddler they can't have a cookie, but they eat it quickly anyway. You can get mad and tell them to never do it again, but they still had that cookie.

Unless Ferrari puts their foot down and comes up with immediate consequences for Carlos, I believe he will continue to go rogue like this. And Charles is a rule-follower, who respects authority. Carlos takes advantage of this, because he knows if he doesn't force it, Charles will nearly always outperform him.

I could be wrong, but I've seen this type of behavior happen too often in the workplace as well as with some notorious family members. "Oops, so sorry I bought that ridiculously expensive gizmo that we really didn't need, and I know you would never have approved. Yes, I promise never to do that again without consulting you first. But since we can't return it now because I already unpacked it, we may as well use it, don't you think?"

[defrostedvertebrae]

We don't like to have deeper conversations with friends because it makes us realise how much not remembering anything and not being a single individual consistently would affect a regular individual. I'd rather live in my fucked up normalcy and ignorance pls and thank you, i call that therapy

[turtlecleric]

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[crimsononiarataki-archive]

You'd probably get more interactions if you actually wrote Itto like he is in canon, with short comments showcasing his idiocy.

Random Anons

//You're welcome to your opinion, obviously, and if you want to write with an Itto who does short stuff and 'showcases his idiocy' I'm sure there's one that fits your idea of perfection to a T. I normally don't answer asks like this because I already feel fairly inadequate as it is, your comment might seem fairly innocent to you, but to someone who enjoys how I write, it's basically a slap in the face. Not only that but it's fairly rude to assume that every person who writes Itto is going to write him like that. While I don't know who you are, or how you found my blog in the first place, I'd appreciate if you kept further comments like this to yourself.

//Being as I've already been replaced by a number of people with another Itto, you may very well be right about how people only enjoy short things but I'm literally incapable of doing anything that short. I've tried and my responses always become longer over time. I'm sorry if how I write offends you due to it's length but I'd appreciate not getting any more messages like this one.

[polarisbibliotheque]

About the time a guy was being creepy to me on a professional setting and my gut feeling told me "GET OUT NOW"

Ok, so hi! This post has to do with a reblog recently here in my blog, on one of my fics regarding Dante and Vergil with an s/o suffering from being hit on without their consent. I write Devil May Cry fanfiction and that was my way of coping with a CREEP being, well, a creep.

Who would've known, fanfic is therapeutical

My answer got so big, I decided to make a separate post about it - and I'm talking like this because, if this gets out the DMC sphere and other people read it, they'll understand the fandom talk a little bit. This is not just for the fandom, but everyone out there.

Including men. All of us are prone to being targets of creeps - even if I'll be telling about my experience as a woman, take this advice to your heart NO MATTER your gender.

When this episode happened in my life, I was 27 y/o, I think...? I got pushed into such a stupid corner by this guy who kept messaging me with "work related" stuff... And my family wasn't validating my "this is weird" feeling.

So... What happened?

(TW: I mention the words "rape" and "sexual abuse" but none of that has happened. It was a red flag and I want to talk about avoiding it like the plague and how people might dismiss your gut feeling when something is wrong. I write with brutal honesty, curse words and don't censor anything, because I'm here to tell people how it is not curating content to go viral on clean ~family friendly~ social media. This is honest advice I'd give someone else, so it's just a heads up. I'm a little jaded with all the censoring of "forbidden words" when you have to discuss serious subjects like this nowadays hahahaha)

First context, I'm a Lawyer. Hi. I know it doesn't sound like it Second context, I'm from Latin America. Hi again!

Well, in my country, we have to vote every couple of years for the National Lawyer Association President and Vice-President (for my USA people, it's like the BAR association for Lawyers - meaning only lawyers who have passed the BAR and are, indeed, full-fledged to the association and with a lawyer permit can vote). I hate it, but it is what it is, I have to vote every time for one of those posh speaking clowns or else.

This much older guy stopped me at the entrance to the voting building to do some political propaganda of one of the candidates. Expected. They weren't the ones I was gonna vote 'cause their agenda didn't fit what I wanted for the Association - nevertheless, I smiled and was polite. Guy wouldn't shut up, but that's a lawyer thing. Kept being polite, dismissed him kindly and went inside to vote.

As I came back, guy is there and stops me. I had called my mom to give me a ride home - by that time, I had been broke and without a job for 2 years up until that point, trying to get back into the ~lawyer business~ and recover from a very bad burnout, so paying a ride back home was a big no. I had my phone on my hand and kept chatting because, you know, networking. You never know.

Now, mind you. I'm about to celebrate my 30th birthday this year, but people seriously think I'm underage wherever I go. I have to literally show them my credentials and ID so they can believe a single word I say. This guy, must've been around his 50s or something - and I look like a teen or, at best, 20 years old. I graduated when I was 22, so that's the most he could've imagined I was.

As we're talking, dude is flexing his career so hard I start to do the same. He says he has known the President and influential people in politics (back then, far-right government, so red flag already waving in the horizon), he has an office both here and in New York and Miami, he has worked with the FBI (we're in Latin America, the USA stuff is a flex for far-right people). I say I have worked as the Labor Lawyer in a huge worldwide known multinational company, coordinated with people in the USA and UK, had around 100 cases to manage monthly and keep the company in order when the directors were not around.

Guy is impressed and asks for my contact on LinkedIn. I'm down for it, I'm looking for a job and he could be one hell of a way to get back on business. Dude mentions he's in digital law and, heck, I wanted so bad to get into digital law! It was like he was put in my way by the angels to help me get back on my feet!

He asks for my resumé and my cellphone number, so he can have me in his office to have a cup of coffee. I am soaring by now. "That's it!!" I think "That's my ticket back to being a lawyer, to having my own money, to breaking the cycle of unemployment and having my career back!" - so I do it! I give him my number!

hello, workaholic aunt here speaking, my career was everything to me, I'd do everything for it

After I got back home, told my mom everything, and everyone was so happy. That's when he started sending me messages - asking for my address so he could send me some lawyer magazines and such... Even though he had asked when we were talking before and I changed the subject. I didn't give him of course, but instead sent him my resumé.

So, next day he asks me about that coffee and I said we can make it happen... Even if he got my name wrong. I have a pretty exotic name in whatever country I go, so it's a common mistake, known to happen, no one can pronounce my name right if I don't teach them how to, so yeah. I'm willing to gloss over that.

I'm assuming he read my resumé, saw how smart, capable and hardworking I am, and wants to talk business. Wants to offer me a job. I'm super ready. I'm taking my business clothes out of the closet, I'm cleaning my high heel black boots, I'm checking my references and vocabulary so I don't screw up. Guy sends a message saying he wants to take me out for lunch.

Red flag. My instincts flare up and I'm just staring at the screen. I start reviewing everything. I mean... Business lunches are ok, right? I had lunches with my manager and director plenty of times back in the day and it never got weird. So... Why was I feeling weird now...?

Guy says we can go out for lunch and then back at his office so he can show me around. I was like "hmmm... ok? shouldn't be weird. this is normal." but nevertheless I went to check with my mom and my sister.

Both said it was fine. I was feeling weird because it's a guy and me and I shouldn't be feeling uneasy - it's my social anxiety/workplace trauma talking. It's the opportunity of a lifetime. I shouldn't screw up.

I keep talking to him. I ask where we should meet up for this lunch and he tells me to give him my address, so he could pick me up and we can go to "a nice place to have lunch" (his words, not mine).

Red flags are dancing around my head. I keep thinking "have I lead him on something????" and going mad. What was I wearing? Only work clothes, that's all - suit pants, black high heel boots, dark silk shirt and only a nude lipstick so my lips wouldn't get chapped. My shirt didn't even show cleavage.

It's ridiculous how I feel this is a thing I should add 'cause heaven forbid the cleavage

What about what I've said? Did I accidentally flirt?? 'Cause that's been known to happen - I'm a clueless ace who can't for the life of me notice when people are flirting or not or notice when people think I'm flirting with them. And usually when they are not flirting or being attractive, that's when the magic happens for me! So... What gives?! Did I do something wrong, that sent the wrong message?

I mean, I was nice, yes. But you're supposed to be nice to people. I'm not gonna be rude just because most guys can't keep it in their pants.

I go over the messages. I didn't do anything strictly not business like. I'm very good at that. I have only worked responding to men as bosses in my life, had four male bosses before him, all different ages, marital status, star signs, backgrounds, lives. The best colleagues and co-workers I used to spend hours having coffee and laughing with were men. So I know how to keep professional and not mixing things up. It wasn't a slip up from my side.

Well, then there's always the chance I was going crazy and overreacting, soooo... I go over to my mom and sister. They think it's weird, yes, but they do think that's exactly what's going on: I'm overreacting and my social anxiety/workplace trauma is blocking me from pursuing this opportunity that can help my career - and make me have a salary again so I can help at home.

Ok. I though up and go back to talking to him. I tell him fine but I'll go to the place myself, so he can tell me where he's thinking about having lunch. Guy tells me nothing and keeps insisting I give him my address and he will give me a ride so we can "get to know each other better".

My GODS I've never felt so uncomfortable. Not even when I had to stay ONLY with my boss working until 1 am, only the two of us in the company building, every light out except the one in the room we were in, him being around 15 years older than me and very confident, with the two of us having one of the best work chemistry I had in my LIFE.

He could've done ANYTHING to me, but we only talked strictly work. We were tired, he waited for my mom to pick me up at 1 am outside so nothing bad would happen to me, both of us under an umbrella, he apologized to my mom for having me stay at work so late and then went back home to his wife and kid. I NEVER, at ANY moment felt unsafe around him. He was my mentor, he was my boss, he was a good colleague and even somewhat of a friend.

So why on EARTH was I feeling SO UNCOMFORTABLE with this guy I had only met ONCE face to face in my life?

I start to voice my concerns. My mom and my sister think I'm only saying that because I don't want to go back to work. That I want to throw my career away because I can't control my anxiety and my feelings. We fight a couple of times and a couple of days. My mom tells my aunt about it. My aunt goes full FBI and does a background check on this dude.

That's when she told my mom some things weren't adding up. His LinkedIn profile was a little too weird and he had no ties whatsoever with the elected President of the Lawyer Association - was he really someone in their team for propaganda? Nevertheless, he did have an office and did work with digital law, both here and in the USA. I shouldn't let this opportunity slip.

I got so mad. SO MAD. To the point my sister decided to ask her boyfriend for his opinion on all of it and he was like "hey... your sister is kinda right. guy wouldn't offer to take ME to a nice restaurant to have lunch and go to his office later for a coffee, would he...? I mean, this never happened to me" - and sis' boyfriend is on the business meetings and negotiations/selling part of the spectrum. He knows what he's talking about.

So now I finally have a man validating my concerns.

I take the decision to shut the whole thing down. I go "very well, I will NOT meet him, I will NOT maintain contact with him, he's treating me like a whore he picked up on the street". At this point, I am FUCKING FUMING. But still, my sister and mom gave him the benefit of the doubt and made me feel like I was doing something wrong.

So I decided to marinate him for a while.

I should note that all his messages were sent close or around midnight, not at working hours. And I only answered at working hours. Since I was taking a while to respond, my dude just goes like, and I kid you not, "ooooh she's not answering, she's ignoring me, I don't like that *sad emoji*" LIKE A FUCKING 13 YEAR OLD (no offense, 13 y/o peoples, but this dude is a FULL GROWN ASS MAN).

I am offended, I am flabbergasted and I wish I could suplex him to oblivion.

I show my mom the message. She just stares at me in awe. She FINALLY is like "yeah, ok, this isn't very professional". ALL THIS TIME, I never really told her what I was thinking and what was really worrying me. And then I break her the news that, what I'm really afraid of, is that this guy is going to rape me in his car. Or he's going to drive me somewhere I can't fight or scream and then he'll rape me. Whatever the scenario, it ended up with me being raped and I was scared. SO. FUCKING. SCARED.

My mom goes into Sphinx mode - that's when she doesn't answer and doesn't even look at me and just ~thinks~. It's a brutal reality she doesn't like and I don't like it either, I mean, it's my safety we're talking about here.

I shut down the guy completely. I tell him there's a family emergency and I couldn't continue to give him any attention nor I could go out for that lunch and I couldn't talk anymore. He SUDDENLY goes cold and "I am sorry if any of my messages seemed inconvenient. Do answer when you have the time so we can make an appointment." And that's it. No more messages. He's done in my book.

My mom tells my aunt. Aunt goes Sherlock Holmes mode this time and, lo and behold, they find an website of this guy's office. My mom is shocked at how 90's internet it looks for a guy who works with digital law. She then recognizes the address of the office but the doesn't remember of any office building in that street - so she Googles it.

His "office" is actually a residential building - meaning, it was his home address. She shows it to me and I want to cry - out of rage, shame, fear, sadness. I go like "yeah, this is the place he wanted me to go, to his home. What was he going to do to me there, huh?" - and I think the answer is pretty obvious.

Later, speaking to my sister, she's like "I dunno why you're so mad" and I'm like "WELL MISS I just got PICKED UP LIKE A WHORE outside of an OFFICIAL EVENT for the NATIONAL LAWYER ASSOCIATION while I was DRESSED UP PROFESSIONALLY and looking for PROFESSIONAL opportunities and I COULD HAVE BEEN RAPED. I think I have all the right in the FUCKING WORLD to be FUMING."

That's when we diverged some more. She just said like "hey that's how the world works: women are treated like whores - you weren't the first one to have this happen to you and you won't be the last. What are you gonna do about it? Get over it."

Oh. Boy. I looked at my sister's eyes. I saw her just staring at me weirdly. A storm was approaching. The skies darkened. Bury the Light started playing in the background. Vergil's doppelgänger was standing behind me like an angel of death. (All DMC references for my non-DMC peoples)

"Well. I wanna have power. So much fucking power in this world that no one ever even thinks about treating me like that again. So much power they will fear standing in front of me and saying those words - they will look into my eyes and shut up. So much power I will never be afraid to walk on my own again and I will never have to doubt my feelings when I'm feeling unsafe because some lowlife pitiful little shit decided I should be a whore to satisfy him. I want to have power so I will never be this helpless again."

Cue in my sister just sitting there with butter in the slice of bread in her hand, staring at me like "wtf man... do you need a hug...?" and me doing a dramatic exit back to my room to, well... Write the fanfic in question.

(For my DMC creatures: I never even thought of Vergil when I said all of this, I just noted that thought later in my diary and reading it a couple of days later I was like "omg I have become my worst enemy, fuck you Verge" because I kid you not, I used to hate this man with all the fibers of my being - hence where my longfic Nemesis came from. I realized I lived long enough to become my worst enemy - and maybe I hated him because Vergil made me look at the part of myself I didn't like and didn't want to admit existed *I'm laughing while writing this, I do find it weirdly amusing*)

DMC things aside, this WHOLE episode made me feel so frustrated. I never had anyone to validate me, only people doubting me or asking me if I lead him on, or what was I wearing, or if I smiled too much, if I was being too nice, if I said something inappropriate, and so on. I had to get it all off my chest and I thought maybe, juuuust maybe, Dante and Vergil would've been more supportive regarding that.

Because, you know, they know trauma and they are protective as fuck. They can have all the red flags and mental issues in this world, but I don't think they would EVER dismiss their partner - especially a woman - feeling unsafe and fearing being abused or raped. In order to trust, you have to give the person and opportunity and room to open up to you without judgements - and I do think they aren't very judgy people.

I mean, they are demons, for fuck's sake. They can't judge anything especially Vergil

Also, I don't blame my mom nor my sister (even if I got really mad at her). In the end, both of them wanted what was best for me, they thought it was an opportunity and wanted me to get my career back. Truth is, no woman knows how to act when this happens. And they didn't know how to act as well. They didn't want to think of the worst: just like I was doubting myself and my own feelings, they were doubting theirs as well. We ALL had to be validated by a man to admit something was wrong and we weren't hysterical.

Ok, ok, storytime over. But I felt like sharing this because people, you are ALWAYS valid in your concerns - and there's no clothing, no smile, no attitude, no NOTHING that JUSTIFIES abuse. If you're abused or feeling like someone wants to take advantage of you, especially sexually, YOUR FEELINGS AND FEARS ARE VALID. Don't shrug it off or water it down just because people are saying you're overreacting - if I had listened to everyone around me instead of my gut feeling that something was REALLY wrong, only the gods know what would've happened. But I'll tell ya, it probably wouldn't have been good for me.

At best, I'd be mad this guy would want to pick me up like a whore and I'd have to turn him down and take a ride home. At worst, he would've raped me - in his car, at the "restaurant", at his "office". We don't know, but I didn't want to "give luck to bad luck" as we say where I live.

I didn't have support, so I wrote a story to feel supported by the fictional characters I look up to - I wished SO bad I was dating someone, especially a man, who'd tell me he'd go through hell and back to keep me safe and wouldn't allow anyone to hurt me and validate my feelings. Someone who would make me feel safe and I wouldn't have to only rely on myself.

cue in V saying he too wanted to be loved and protected, I tell you, all this time I thought I hated Vergil when I had only found my nemesis in a mirror

So, don't ever doubt yourselves. Don't ever doubt your gut feelings. We might want validation and someone to keep us safe, but sometimes we don't have that and have to rely on our survival mode. It sucks, but there's a reason why that thing is called "survival": it keeps you alive. It keeps you going.

And no one, NO ONE has the right to say you're overreacting, you're being hysterical, you're reading too much into it, you're just trying to find the easy way out, you just don't want an opportunity because you're lazy, you're crazy and deranged, etc, etc.

If your gut is flapping red flags all around, then overreact. Be hysterical. Read too much into it, find the easy way out, be lazy, be crazy and deranged. Be the villain. Be the bad person. You're not perfect. You're not a princess. Be comfortable with people telling you you're bad - but never NEVER let go of your gut feeling when your safety is on the line.

That fucking thing WILL save your life. Being too nice, though, might not. Listen to yourself, be TRUE to yourself, and, again, don't be afraid to be bad.

Someday you might just find your half-demon man who will support you, protect you and treat you as an equal powerhouse, but until that day, keep on conquering your self-esteem and unwavering will.

I'm just saying all of this now because:

1 - I was too scared to talk about this for a looong time afraid the guy in question would find this, know it's me and my safety would be on the line again

2 - Just now I'm getting comfortable with the concept of being "seen as the villain" and being "seen as bad". My whole life I have been dancing around this because people always said I had a "difficult" personality. I watched Cruella recently and it hit home so hard. We do have things to learn from villainous characters and maybe this is just who I am. People are going to see me as bad so, who cares. Even if I'm not, it would do me good getting used to that idea - I can be more assertive to my boundaries and not allow any of this to happen again. So, there you go. It's an exercise everyone should do. Are you comfortable defending your ideas, your boundaries and your integrity even if people are mad you're not being a pushover/perfectly polite?

It's something I think all of us should think about ;)

Also

thanks for coming to my TED Talk :')

[zoobus]

Everybody on my team quit lol

[sisyphean-torment]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Grian & GoodTimesWithScar, Grian/Goodtimeswithscar Characters: Grian, GoodTimesWithScar Additional Tags: Necromancy, Humor, Mystery, Misunderstandings, that moment when you're trying to scam someone, but get so sidetracked by whatever the fuck they have going on, and you end up flirting instead, couldn't be me Series: Part 8 of Sisyphean Anon's Scarian Torment Summary:

As a necromancer, the last thing Scar expected when he dug up a coffin to raise someone from the dead and con them out of their valuables, was for the resident to already be alive. It only gets more confusing from there.

Or, hey what the fuck is up with Grian

[mayra-quijotescx]

All the people online going 'any criticism of Democrats must mean you want Trump to win' and lecturing people in Listen Up Chucklefuck tones to 'just VOTE' and 'don't you DARE not vote!' have never done GOTV canvassing, voter registration, or education on voter's rights, nor read anything about the disenfranchisement of largely marginalized populations in the US by things like voter roll scrubs, gerrymandering, etc. before and it shows in what they think is an acceptable way to talk to people.

I am absolutely not advocating for them to start canvassing, barring an effective and lasting intervention to fix how they talk to other people, because at best they'd convince a bunch of people not to vote. But it's like, you think yelling at people online all day is a good use of your time because voting is allegedly so important to you, but then you do absolutely nothing in the way of non-condescending voter education, empowerment, or outreach? Maybe you'd be less angry if you logged off, took a deep breath, and signed up to get volunteer deputy voter registrar certified or to work at a polling place. Or got connected to an organization working to expand voter accessibility and prevent voter intimidation/disenfranchisement.

It's easier to just yell at people online and assume that anyone expressing discouragement about something that's easy for you to ~just go do~ is a do-nothing, I know. But wouldn't it feel better to do something helpful for a change?

[lenle-g]

Just a Bruise | Chapter 4

Surprise! The latest installment of @tsarinatorment and I’s fic is up!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32484601 

Gordon and Alan, who John has somehow found himself lumped with under strict orders from Grandma that they make sure he gets to bed, must have heard their big brother’s stomach rumble because they latch onto the idea of a hotel buffet breakfast faster than Thunderbird One shooting from its hangar. John - doomed from the second they were grouped together - can’t turn down those twin, shiny puppy eyes to save his life, no matter how tired he is or how much he’d rather just go to bed. The weakness is a common big brother flaw and so sleep is forgone a little longer, sacrificed to croissants and pancakes and Alan grinning at him over a shiny spoon and a bowl of suspiciously sugary cereal that’s almost as big as the kid’s face.

It’s all well and good until John nearly passes out face-first in his orange juice, so at least they get the guilt trip of that in penance for their pleading.

[calypsolemon]

The disciples are reincarnations of the same people they have the same personalities but they get reborn into new lives with new looks names and up bringings

they are different people up until when they get older and they regain their memories of their past lives and they start going by their original names and acting like themselves because they now remember

they are immortal but not the same way they can die but they always come back with a big gap of time in between rebirths

They have a special relationship with the gods because unlike regular humans that die they come back plus they are connected just not as much as the gods

as a result the gods are very fond of them but not as fond of them as they are each other due to the long periods between reincarnation keeping them from spending as much time with them

they grow attached because the way they perceive time has been messed with due to them being immortal it’s harder to get to know someone when you are an immortal that only have 100 years with them if they are very lucky especially when you are with people you have known for thousands of years

so yeah the gods don’t know the disciples as much as each other but they know them more than the average person which causes them to have a special connection and that’s my headcannon for that dynamic

uh. I appreciate the enthusiasm but if you had sent me a question about this aspect of the au first I would have been able to tell you we already have like. A Lot of established lore for how the disciples work that conflicts with what you're saying.

For one, the disciples have a connection with the Gods and each other because in this au, all elements are connected to each other. They all came from the first spinjitzu master's soul and therefore are broken pieces of what was once the same whole. Different pieces are connected to different degrees, but they all have that thread that connects them.

While certainly their constant reincarnation plays a factor in their relationship with the gods, there is no one true "self" that they begin acting like at any point, nor do any of them regain all their memories of their past selves. For the most part, regaining memories for them is something that happens infrequently, and usually only about strong events that happened in their previous lives. The reincarnation works similarly to how it does in avatar the last airbender, with the rebirths happening the moment the previous disciple dies, and each individual life contributing to the collective knowledge of the whole, which requires training to be tapped into.

As well, their original names are given to them by the gods as titles of sorts, indications that they are in full service of the gods. It's rare that they adapt these names for casual use.

I'm honestly not even sure why you would think they would care more about each other than the gods care about them when you also believe that they get their full memories back all the time, that is essentially immortality is it not? Regardless how close they are to either the gods or the other disciples is fully dependent on their personal feelings and experiences within each individual life. While they can never cut off the spiritual connection they have to the gods and other elemental masters, there are definitely times when the elemental masters decide to reject disciplehood for whatever reasons. The gods do not force people into such a thing. On the flipside, there are lives in which the disciples are very close to their respective Gods, and basically everything in between.

It's particularly important to me that each disciple's life is treated as unique even though they are the same soul that reincarnates, because a large part of the Point of transcendent is the tragedy of immortality. What the ninja sacrificed in becoming gods was the ability to grow, evolve, and live life in accordance to their own desires. The disciples may reincarnate, but they live each life fully different, and even their roles as disciples (should they choose to take it up) is mutable - some of them choose to take on the role by physically protecting people from harm, some dedicate their lives to the preservation of knowledge, others act as guidance to those suffering emotionally, and others still create great works of art that inspire people. This ability to define themselves is something precious that the gods intend to preserve and protect, in lieu of being able to do it themselves.

[strangeswift]

i never describe will's hair in fics, so people can picture what they want lmao. miss me with the bowl cut discourse. but ya'll. let creators give him whatever hair they want, it's a HAIRCUT. damn.

[horsemeatluvr23]

btw constructive criticism on my art is always always welcome !!! i know some people shy away from it because u don't wanna give feedback to someone who hasn't asked for it but. i am trying to improve my art skills, particularly when it comes to drawing people and i would rly appreciate advice :D i will never take offence if it's constructive <3

[nightmarebunarts]

With a whopping 54 hours I have officially finished my second playthrough of bg3 and I will miss Je'La every day, actually

Ended up going adventuring with Astarion, met Halsin at the reunion party and Sobbed because the emotion in his voice when you reunite with him and get to kiss n hug again is actually too real. I too am touch starved and a fan of duck facts sir thank you (HE WHITTLES YOU A LITTLE DUCK READER IM NOT ALRIGHT)

Now I did start a few different playthroughs in the past I'm just really bad at following through but this one felt really special and like. God guys I fucking love Je'La she was so fun to roleplay as and dress up like a little fashion doll because it wouldn't be my game if my characters didn't go through drastic hair changes to signify a traumatic passage of time

Anyway I'll be downloading all my screenshots and sporadically spamming them until I'm sick of spinning these characters in my head 24/7