#they could teach each other so much

[cldhrbour]

❛ i wanna be gone. i wanna run so far, i'd beat the morning. ❜ - @priestbit

" perhaps you could. . . " they sit together in the middle of the modest park. the sun having just set. kids are being led by their parents towards cars that will bring them to the safety of their homes. couples and friends enjoying the warming air of changing seasons with a walk around the perimeter. dogs chasing after their final ball throw of the day. the hood that had been up around her face was pulled down to rest on her shoulders. " you certainly have the time. but morning always has a tendency to catch up to you. maybe not tonight. eventually , though , IT WILL. "

they sit in silence. minutes ticking by until she speaks again. " forgive me , i've just found over the years that running from problems seems to really only make them last longer. they may disappear temporarily. but they are ghosts nonetheless , there to HAUNT YOU until you face them. " it's a gamble , but she reaches over to rest her hand upon his , to give it a reassuring squeeze. " i could help you face them if you'd like. if you'd rather not do this alone. "

[copia]

THIRTY-ONE DAYS OF GHOST ⛧ DAY ONE

first song you heard — Mary On A Cross

September 1969; Papa Nihil and the beginning of the Ghost Project take to the stage at the Whiskey a Go Go club in Los Angeles, under the watchful eye of Sister Imperator. Fifty-three years later, in Tampa, Florida, Papa Emeritus the Fourth performs Mary On A Cross, unaware that he is singing the story of his parents—and that of himself.

[spiritofpassionfruit]

A–Aventio TGCF idea?? Wherein Civil God Veritas Ratio meets the infamous Ghost King Aventurine during his first mission cuz cuz like— The "live for me" paralels?!? The one who has all the luck partner as well?!? The villain who was actually not the Villain this whole time!?!? The loving humanity a little too much it causes the downfall of a god?!?!?!?

Rant AU in the tags proceed with caution

[arsenicflame]

i think the thing for me about edizzy is the potential of it all- we know they have history together, but we don't know what it is, how long it went on for, what it meant for them. there's endless possibilities there to explore, and any of them could be real! or not! but theres so much to explore with them and its so fun to imagine all the what-if's and could-have-beens of their relationship

[cononeillbreastingboobily]

One of the things I'm particularly bitter about when it comes to this ending is how it flattened Ed and Izzy's relationship.

You can't, in the same season give me

"I have... love for you, Edward." "I loved you, best I could." "Artsy outsider was always your thing." "A shark did this."

and

"Hello Mr. Latch! it's not your fault you're broken, no. Were just trying to do your job, weren't ya?"

and expect me to just... move on from that, accepting that we will never get anything more from them, that their relationship won't get explored, that they won't have a the chance, time and space to finally talk it through as a crew, to air out their grievances, to reach a boiling point, and to decide where to move on from there. Within just a few episodes they became the most fascinating part of the show for me, and the fact that, as far as we know, this is it for them... yeah, I don't like that at all.

[sulky-cabbage]

The sukugo fight can't get animated any sooner I'm craving sukugo tiktok edits

[puppyeared]

i wrote this as a joke because I wanted to strangle a guy watching tiktoks without headphones on the bus, but im genuinely disturbed that we've gotten to a point where convenience comes first. and it depresses me even more that its used to justify and monetize greed

[sadquickchristmassnowman]

do you guys ever think about how, when troy started messing with abed in 1x05, and they have that interaction like

“because I’m barack obama’s nephew”

“why are you telling me all this now?”

“I didn’t know if I could trust you. but now it’s time to tell you everything”

abed probably finally felt like he was really connecting with troy? like he was finally making a real friend? I mean troy was trusting him with his deepest secrets. to then find out that troy was just messing with him, and that those moments of percieved true friendship were just lies for entertainmemt… ouch.

and then him trying to adapt to troy’s view of friendship throughout the episode and him just being painfully wrong and going too over the top.

plus, troy’s position that “friends mess with each other” must originate from his high school experience. I’m sure he himself got messed with a lot as a kid/teenager. so, he learned to tell when people are lying for fun to him, and he learned how to do it to others. there’s a lot more to be said about that but again. Ouch!!!

I mean, of course it all ends well, with troy realizing that friendships don’t have to be built on surface-level pranks, and abed realizing that troy had been a real friend all along… and just them both realizing that they do genuinely care about each other, and that they’re each different from any other friend or acquaintance they’d ever had before. but yeah.

and this is all literally episode FIVE. stop it

[morsmortish]

is this a safe space to talk about walburga being an actual, interesting, developed character, not just a one dimensional ‘abusive mother’ that exists solely to further sirius and regulus’s stories? to talk about how she was forced into marriage with her second cousin at a young age? to talk about the pressure of the black family that we see shown through her children but no one ever thinks to show them through her as well? to talk about how, despite everything, she left grimmauld place to sirius, not any of her respectable, ‘noble’ nieces? to talk about how she left sirius and regulus’s rooms untouched after they left/died? to talk about how she probably loved her children so much, only to lose both of them? to talk about how she could be so, so much more than the box she’s been shoved into? i’m sick of seeing orion presented as some sort of misunderstood saint of a father, and walburga as some sort of monster. female characters do not exist to further the stories of your male characters. if regulus and evan and barty can have so much depth, if they can be excused and forgiven and given interesting arcs, so can walburga!!!

[scalefeathers]

Now that I've finished the Dawntrail MSQ and now that Ktisis/Brio/Anam are up and running, Bylti's first order of business is to hug EVERYONE.

Bylti loves all the other Scions and would die for both Alphinaud and Alisaie, but her relationship with Alisaie is particularly special. Partly pride in her for how much she's grown, partly admiration for her unshakeable sense of self, partially the unique bond of the trauma that comes from being the last two Scions standing back when their loved ones were dropping like flies at the end of Stormblood. She both sees herself in Alisaie, and aspires to have something approaching the self-confidence and self-possession Alisaie already embodies despite her being so very young. If Alisaie had been older when Bylti met her, Bylti probably would have fallen in love with her. But in this life, Bylti is happy just to watch her shine.

(I also headcanon Alisaie as having had a massive crush on Bylti which peaked around the end of Stormblood and which by now she has mostly gotten over, and which Bylti has tried not to actively encourage. I also think that the truest expression of Alisaie's affection for Bylti is that she actually lets Bylti hug her like this; in public, no less. Much like the relationship my cat has with me, tbh.)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

crazy how any mlm gojo ship is perfect actually

[p4nishers]

thinking about her again (ed and stede holding each other w both hands and playing thumb war)

[hauntingofhouses]

i love being southeast asian.

despite whatever unhappy history, despite the rise of ethnonationalism and racism in our countries; despite the fact that most of us remain in the global south under the invisible thumb of western empires and conglomerates, exploited by rich expats and beg-packers; despite the conservatism, the bigotry, the pain and prejudice and the corruption.

despite all that, i love where i am from. this is my home.

my hands tenderly trace the lines of our history and find within it a colourful collection of influences that continue to shape us until today:

the native malays, javanese, sundanese, minangkabau, bugis, visayan, tagalog, and other dominant peoples.

alongside indigenous tribes like the iban, kadazan, sama-bajau, temuan, penan, jakun, and hundreds upon hundreds more ethnic groups.

all of us holding onto our ancestors' mysticism and spirituality and animism, the watchful gaze of legacy fixed on us as we move through an ever-changing and modernising world (and what is modernity anyway? isn't civilisation overrated?).

and then the chinese peoples. the hainanese, hokkien and cantonese and more, many of whom came here due to trade in the pre-colonial era, but then most arrived as the imported labour for the colonial powers.

but this is their home too. we live here together, and through them we all celebrate lunar new year and the mid-autumn festival. all of us give red envelopes during our many festivals. we give oranges that symbolise prosperity and ring in the year of the rabbit, dragon, snake, horse, goat. we hold lion dance performances in our malls and marks. we eat and exchange mooncakes.

and then the indian peoples, though mostly tamil indians from south india, but also sikhs, malayalis, and punjabis, who arrived and assimilated and spread their culture and beliefs much earlier before the pre-colonial era, causing the indianisation of southeast asia. then more indian peoples came during the colonial era, again, as imported labour, working our fields or donning the uniform of our common oppressors, kept walled away from us despite how alike we look and sound.

because truly we do sound the same. sanskrit remains an abundant source for a large chunk of our languages. i hear the vedic mantras and can pick apart words that sound familiar. hinduism and buddhism still leaves its traces in our cultures even for those of us who've shifted to islam.

and yes, islam. we're not what the west thinks of when they talk about the muslim world, but southeast asia has some of the largest muslim populations in the world. because through trade, since the medieval times, islam came here and with it brought so many arabic influences that has come to shape our languages and customs, with plenty of our cultures having since been morphed around islamic beliefs and ideas. in malaysia and indonesia and brunei (and perhaps even certain parts of the philippines) you'll find a mosque or a prayer room everywhere you go. and every ramadan millions of us fast, every eid all of us dress up and visit each other's houses for feasts and festivities.

then of course came european colonisation at the hands of the portugese, dutch, british (in malaysia and indonesia's case we got all three), spanish, and french their reigns lasting over 400 years. and from them we came european culture and more new languages, english quickly becoming a second language (or even a first language) for so many of us, missionaries building churches and spreading the word of jesus christ as the son of god; with their fair features they draw a line between us and them, between the civilised and the barbarians, between the light-haired light-eyed and the unruly dark-haired dark-eyed.

and then comes world war 2 and the japanese invasion, and for most it was so brutal and violent, and for the rest it was miserable, with famine and inflation but we were forced to sing songs in japanese anyway, to watch their planes fly in the sky towards their enemies, to swallow their ideas in our parched throats.

and then the war ended and wounds began to heal, and then came the 1980s until now with all its shiny technology: nintendo, panasonic, television and anime, and now we have leagues of people learning japanese language and culture anyway, except now it is done wholeheartedly, and as it turns out japanese isn't even that different from our own cultures anyway. houses on stilts made of wood with thatch roofs, making our living from the sea and coast, eating rice for every meal, our phonetics and theirs so alike.

and today we have waves of their expats migrating here because of course they do, we're the Global South™ and for them it's cheap and affordable, so we have little japans sprouting here and there and sometimes i go to a random street and find signs written in japanese and read bits of broken hiragana.

and it's beautiful, being able to move through this world and find the handprints we've all left upon it. it's a wonderful amalgam of so many traditions and colours and beliefs and language all mixing around in this huge bubbling melting pot.

and i'm not chinese or indian or arab or british but when i see them on tv, i'm also seeing a part of me, i hear the words in their tongue and i recognise them as mine, i eat their food and know them as intimately as my own.

but of course our politicians, our kings and our prime ministers (and the divide-and-conquer rule of colonisers now gone) continue to divide us and make us hate each other, fanning flames of distrust and fear of that-which-is-different.

it's such a shame too, because it's so special. it's what makes us us, our dozens of creoles, the way we can speak a sentence comprising vernacular from at least four languages and we all understand each other anyway.

we have a word in malay, "rojak", which is also the name of a dish that mixes a bunch of different ingredients, and is found in malaysian, indonesian and singaporean cuisine. but where i'm from, we also say "rojak" to mean anything that's an eclectic mixture of things, things that seemingly don't go together and aren't necessarily pleasing to the eye but still, somehow, it works, in fact it tastes good, spicy and flavourful and hearty.

and that's us: southeast asia, all of it, a beautiful rojak culture. and it's ours.

[lanayrutower]

being a child of divorce will make you conscious of things like 'bird misogyny' and 'bird grounds for divorce'.

[cinaminrolll]

me @ johanna mason

[angeltannis]

if I could draw regularly again without injuring myself I'd be drawing so much Asha and Frey content. they are best friends in my mind