#to say that people cared because we're white shows they know nothing

[tanddiscord]

I dunno.

I absolutely do think we need to make leftist spaces more friendly towards cishet men in general. It can be tough, in a lot of circles, to not become hostile towards people I generally agree with, because they always make me the boogie man.

For people less reflected, I can absolutely see that pushing people away. It's pushed me away from several spaces, and there are still spaces I frequent where I often feel excluded and uncomfortable.

There are absolute problems, and they need to be addressed, but the angle can't just be "some white cishet men are fascists, therefore saying 'kill all men' is okay" which is what happens a lot in some spaces.

But it also can't be "Not all men are bad, so let's do nothing".

We need to approach things with a mindset of "how can we stop and work against the social changes we see happening?"

And some of that boils down to giving people what they find in dangerous rhetorics and systems, without them. Community, a sense of belonging, a sense of safety, and understanding.

I am not saying that individuals need to, when face to face with a fascist, be nice to them.

But I am saying that, if, at the first sign of fascist rhetoric in someone, everyone shuns them, it could be that the result of that is that they'll quickly become more like those that still talk to them: Fascists.

And that holds doubly true when they didn't show those things in the first place.

Ofc it is a balancing act. Its tough, and its never on the individuals on the left to fight the institutions on the right.

But we can't just deal with it with hostility.

Also, it's clearly not just a "white men" problem.

45% of women voted for Trump.

That is less than half, and less than the percentage of men that voted for him.

But 45% is still a lot. A huge amount.

If it had been 0%, like some people online seem to pretend, he would never have won.

We need to hold those woman just as accountable as we hold the men. We need conversations to be balanced, and better than that of our opponents.

Leftism is a humanitarian project, and to work for that, we need to include all of humanity. We're trying to make a better world for everyone here, not inflict vengeance upon the sons for the sins of the fathers. At least that is my approach and goal.

Being nicer to men in a leftist, online setting, IS important. We can't afford to, and should not want to, alienate half the population.

But being nicer to men does not mean "be nice to the specific men that have done you personally wrong" it means "Be nice to the men that haven't done you wrong, do not allow yourself to assume they will hurt you if given a chance" (though ofc, everyone, men, women and otherwise, should take appropriate precautions to keep themselves safe, when meeting men, women, and otherwise. Going on first dates in a public area, while having a friend that has promised to check in on you at 10pm, is not not being nice. It's just being safe, and that is always allowed).

It doesn't mean to not say "My ex was a pig". It does mean to not say "all men are pigs, just look at my ex".

We have to hold ourselves to high standards. Not just because that is the path to victory, though it is, but more importantly, because it's the path to a victory that means anything.

If we do not hold ourselves to high standards, what does a victory mean? If we just replace one harmful society with another, what was won?

Being mindful of language and word choice does not just mean using 'they' when we don't know someone's pronouns. It also means using 'that man' instead of 'men' when talking about a pig.

I get it can be frustrating to cater to the people that make your life hell. But you're not catering to them. You're catering to the rest of them. The men that already hate women, that are already fascists, that are already the enemy, do not care that you do not like them. If anything, they wear it like a badge of honour.

But the others, the ones that want to, strongly, or just barely, to be your ally, or for really, anyone but the worst, to let them know that there is a place for them where they can get love and respect(as human beings), without having to hate and disrespect others.

It's a bit like that comic on body-shaming I can't find right now. Where the person you're trying to be mean to doesn't care, but the people who happen to share that feature get sad.

(but yes, of course, its not like being nice to men will solve everything, there's other work to do too, but we can't ignore it just because its not a magical solve it all)

I get the good intentions behind it, but something feels off about responding to the observation that white cishet men are becoming radicalized towards racism and misogyny with "maybe you should have been nicer to the men"

[mixmangosmangoverse]

What if I say that the fact people think Jews are white is exactly the proof that the holocaust isn't taken seriously or taught about correctly

[tododeku-or-bust]

The funniest (not funny) part about all of this is that the whole "push them left" argument has been murdered right in front of us. "We can't pour from an empty cup" that's crazy because the Dems in office that we're supposed to be pushing left, with our non-empty cup, have pointedly ignored everyone attempting to push them left the entire time. Even to the point of a genocide being acceptable. Soooo.... If it didn't work... What do you have to offer this time? What are we going to do this go-round that is different to get that push left? What is the strategy? Because we already know how to get Dems in office. What comes next? Or are y'all going to do the same shit where you stop caring and enforce absolutely nothing until the next election?

And y'all keep saying this is anti-voter rhetoric, but fr it's only that if y'all toss your hands up and give up. 🤷🏾‍♀️ I'm literally standing here saying "okay, so what else do you have to offer since so far we haven't succeeded with the current moves" and... Y'all not even trying to come up with anything. Your "solution" is "just do it to keep me safe" no no no. This isn't fucking Nike lmao. What is the plan? The plan to keep everyone safe, for everyone to reach equity and not just comfortable lives for white liberals? Politics isn't just "show up every four years and go home". What is the plan of action? Because I'll be damned in another three years when another genocide happens and then we're like "well maybe next time-" No!

And I don't get how this is such an unreasonable expectation. How dare I ask the people wanting me to put them in power to work for me? 😐 Y'all doing the same goofy shit conservatives do where they vote against their own interests but call it "loyalty". I thought y'all were supposed to be better than that.

[nmakii]

Omg ! I didn't think you'd actually respond !! We're gonna fly away from here is easily one of the best ones in the series!! It's so Twisted and disturbing but almost domestic... (Also tysm for including my name idea in your story, Idk where it came from, I just liked it and I appreciate you!) I digress. I've returned with a concept. Al almost always has a plan when he does something. I don't know where you want to go with the second child but this won't be too focused on that one...for now. I really liked how you interpreted Alastor being a weasel and weaseling his way back into the families life and was thinking about how many I wonder about if he has a plan right now, like not a long term one, obviously, but a very specific one for a 'short term'. Women back then, especially in the south weren't allowed to have bank accounts so finicial trapping works well in this case. Also just kinda the ability to turn their kids against her would be enough to terify me. People talk about the 1950's housewife, but oh my god, 1920's housewives were a new kind of depressed. I, personally, don't think Alastor is the type of physically abuse women. No, he's far too classy for that. Instead, like I said, I think he'd either use his status in their house to trap his wife. We were able to run away while we were pregnant and alone, but we have a child now...and would we be willing to leave our child with him? No, I don't think I would, personally. This was just me rambling. K, love u, currently hyperfixated on this au. Byeee !!!! _ Cherry Anon!

DON’T REALLY WANT NO TRUST FUND BABY

[before reading this, read the rest of the story!]

— seems as if alastor found out your little secret

— UR TOO SWEET I SC THIS ON MY IG STORY AND YAPPED TO MY BOY BSF FOR AN HOUR AB IT IM BLUSHING SO HARDDDD!! ABUSE WAS LIT MY LAST SOCIAL STUDIES LESSON FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR MY TCH YAPPED AB FINANCE SO HARD 🤭🤭

being married to alastor, the radio show host is quite the sensation in your town. but, behind the closed curtains, alastor did things that would’ve made lucifer shake in his boots.

no, he didn’t hit you. his mother would kill him if he hit his wife. but, just because alastor never hit you, didn’t mean he didn’t abuse you.

he tormented you in the worst way possible, through noah. and now, emilia.

it’s been 3 years. your little emilia lives up to her name, a cute little girl who’s eager to win. and, little noah is now a big boy, double digits and all.

and, since you’ve returned back to his house, alastor has done nothing but twist your babies’ minds. ‘once upon a time, mama wanted to run away from daddy… so, she ran away and took big brother with her. daddy was sooo worried for mama and big brother though… daddy was able to track mama down, and took her home!’ he cooed to your daughter, bouncing her in his arms— with you right beside him!

you wanted to yell; scream. of course, emilia was too young to understand what alastor was saying. but, still— the fact that he was trying to tell your children that he was some sort of white knight who saved you from yourself. you wanted nothing less, but to snap that neck of his like a twig.

you really shouldn’t act so brashly though. to outsmart alastor, you have to think like him. think of what’s smarter in long run.

alastor was ‘kind’ enough to give you an allowance. $200 every week for groceries and whatever you may need. he’s even so kind as to let you have some ‘private bonding’ with noah and emilia as they accompany you to the farmer’s market.

thankfully, you had a father who wanted to make his little girl survived even without a husband. and so, you had to hear all of his ramblings about finance. saving about 45% each week for 3 years�� was about $14,000!

if you saved just a little more, you’d be semi-financially independent until you can get a proper job to take care of your children. it was run-away money, so to speak.

you hid the money in noah’s room. after all, who would expect money there? especially $14,000? and, it worked, for a while. every monday, while you tucked him into bed, you brought the money with you and hid it behind his dresser.

until, what had seemed like a normal tuesday. you came home from the tailor’s, getting back a dress that noah accidentally tore. when you came home, it was only two hours after noon. and despite that, alastor was home.

“a-alastor..! what are you doing home so early? you have a broadcast in 2 hours…” you narrowed your eyes at alastor, on the floor with your children, many new toys surrounding them. “ah, darling! i decided to pick up our children early, and we may have splurged on our little shopping spree…” he smugly grinned. “oh..? where’d you get the money?” you raised your eyebrow, closing the door and laying your bearings on the dining table.

“funniest story ever, my love! there was a random stash of money in noah’s room! seems as if the tooth fairy came early!” he laughed. random stash of money in noah’s room..? “oh. i see.” your breath stopped for a minute, thinking of what kind of consequences could come from it.

“do you have any idea how that money landed there?” he side-eyed you, expecting a lie. “perhaps it was from the old owners? you know this house, there’s so many secrets in here.” you said. “i see… i suppose you are right, darling!” he giggled.

you were back on square one. financially dependent on your husband, if you could even call him ‘husband’. as you climbed up the stairs, you heard alastor whisper to your son. “you see that? momma lied. she got less talkative when papa asked her a question.”

this is what alastor’s been teaching your son. as much as you want to protest, you did lie.

oh, how much you wished for much more simpler times. playing with your baby boy in the kitchen as you make little treats together for his snack at school. and now, the boy alastor’s turning him into— a cunning sociopath, the lord only knows what he will teach your daughter.

this is just a minor setback, it has to be.

[be-missed]

Find You Again (Chap 2)

Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

(pictures not mine)

Summary: Reuniting as stars, former high school sweethearts stage a fake relationship to boost their public image. Navigating the scripted romance, sparks fly. The big question: can this staged connection reignite their real love?

Warning: curse words, notify me if there are any. Credits to the owner for the picture that I used below the cut. There's a lot of time cut, just because.

A/N: I'm so excited to write this, enjoy. New series for y'all.

Song: South of the Border- Ed Sheeran (Feat Camilla Cabello and Cardi B)

That white dress (you can also see this in Enrique's Instagram)

Masterlist

Chap 2

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"What the fuck?" Y/N screamed inside her hotel room when she woke up "I didn't even went home with her, I... I went home with... I don't know what the fuck?" Y/N added clutching her head that's aching. Her publicist enters and said "That's what you get for trashing one of the paparazzi... But he deserve it anyway." Emilia gave the medicine to Y/N and added "Well, going home with Jenna is a much better headline than you assaulting a paps, right?" with a smirk on her face waiting for Y/N's reaction.

Y/N's eye widen with what Emilia said and replied "Hell no, the both of them aren't good for me, they need to be taken down, or like tell the media that I'm with some dude" finding her phone and trying to search a man in her contacts. With a disgusted look earned from her publicist, Emilia said "You would rather be linked with a man?"

Y/N gave Emilia a look that says "I would rather not be involved with anyone." With a smile, Emilia said "There's nothing we can do about it, even if we try to pay the media, we cannot pay the people in the internet, we're gonna be broke" and chuckled.

Y/N was lost with what Emilia said, "What do you mean by that?" Emilia replied "Well, you and Jenna are trending since yesterday up until..." and fished her phone up, opened her twitter and shows Y/N the top trending worldwide "now. Wow, the both of you are still trending."

"Fuck, this can't be, I'm gonna release an album in the next few months." Y/N said trying to pace around the room "Okay, then it's gonna be a good publicity for you" Emilia said that made Y/N stop in her tracks and looked at Emilia "No, it will not be a good publicity. I don't want my songs to be incorporated to that girl."

Emilia gave Y/N a questioning look "Who's 'that girl'?" with a teasing tone and Y/N replied "You know who Emilia..." and Emilia still continues to act clueless. "Jenna Ortega, of course" Y/N said and rolled her eyes.

"As your publicist, I don't see any problem with that. She has a good reputation, no bad issues, and her career is thriving" Emilia stated facts as Y/N tries not to listen because she knows that Emilia is right "Why are you even mad about the issue?" Emilia teased Y/N.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N walks to the bathroom and yells "YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHY EMILIA" and slams the door.

As Y/N was trying to rinse her face hoping her headache will be passed through the water that damps her face, she can't still believe that people will push the her and Jenna together.

On the other side of New York City, Jenna was staring at the wall of her hotel room while chewing her lower lip trying to think how can she get out of this mess.

"Are you okay? What's the matter?" Jenna's publicist asked her while she checks the news outlets and every social media. Jenna stays silent trying to think, until she blurted out "How about a PR Stunt?" She hates the idea of it, being in a fake relationship with someone that she really doesn't care about. "We can have a fake PR Stunt so that the rumors with that singer will stop, once and for all." Jenna suggested.

Wendy, her publicist looked at her and said "You don't need no PR Stunt with anyone, you're career is going well and you have no bad blood with anyone and we're not gonna start that now. She and her team aren't giving statements about it too, so let the rumors be rumors. Not if you want to prove them right, and that's the only thing that you will do if we release a statement and they still keep on seeing you two together." With an annoyed look, Jenna then answered "I just don't want to be linked with that woman, please." She pouted and looked at Wendy, trying to make her idea work.

"No, no stunts will be done and no statements will be released. This rumor is good for the both of you can't you see? The both of your careers are striving so well, her fans are supporting you and vice versa. The public sees you both as a good pair, so why not use Y/N as a stepping stone." Wendy said stating a good point that Jenna herself can't see a hole to poke in. Jenna hates it that Wendy is always right.

With a huff Jenna replied "Ugh, fine, but it will stay as rumors" and went to the bed and plop herself trying to gain more sleep.

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Weeks after the said rumors have spread, both the singer and the actress went on the low since they didn't want to be seen together. Each of them kept on working privately for their own careers. Y/N doing some major to minor revisions for her album release in the next few months, while Jenna does some photoshoots and guesting in YouTube.

After the MET Gala in May, the both of them were thankful since they haven't seen each other in person. But surely, the rumors from their fans can't die as they sure did have a lot of photos and videos to talk about from the MET and those old photos of the both of them resurfacing from god knows where.

Y/N received a lot of incoming projects just like working for a song that will be played on a movie this coming December, she accepted the work, just for the fact that she will be writing a song; she just loves to write one, okay. Her agent would have explained for what movie it is, but Y/N just asked about how did the love story goes and then started to write one.

As for Jenna, September has been a chill month for her, a few fittings here and there for the Paris Fashion Week next month that she will attend and will be dresses in Dior. She spent her birthday with her family and closest friends. Trying to be more private and be less seen in public to not cause any disturbances in her life.

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As September flew by with a bat of an eye, October has come with such a busy time for Y/N as she released her new album, every track has become a hit and has settled into the Top 10 songs of Billboard, her albums also sold millions and her songs are played in every radio station, which just means that Jenna, even if she doesn't want to, listened to songs that Y/N released.

Inside the car driving in the roads of Paris, Jenna was seated and a radio blasted a song...

She got the, mmm, brown eyes, caramel thighs

Long hair, no wedding ring, hey.

"EVEN IN PARIS?" Jenna exclaimed, she just arrived from her flight and she can't believe that Y/N is still haunting her. "What? It is a bop. Y/N, Camila, and Cardi did great with the song, you know..." Enrique teased her.

I saw you lookin' from across the way

And now I really wanna know your name

"Why would she even write a song like that?" Jenna tried to argue with Enrique, and her stylist just smiled and said "I mean, she just stated that she wants a woman with brown eyes, caramel thighs, long hair, is single, wears a white dress, and probably a Latina. You know I know someone with the same characteristics" Enrique ended with a teasing smile and a knowing look. "Fuck no" Jenna answered Enrique, trying not to barf herself out with that thought. Why would Y/N wrote a song about her.

She got the, mmm, white dress, but when she's wearin' less

Man, you know that she drives me crazy

"You did wore a white dress, you have brown eyes, hmm you had your hair long, you have beautiful thighs, you are Latina, and I'm pretty sure you're not married" Enrique pushed his luck trying to really into Jenna's nerve. "When did I wore a white dress? Huh?" Jenna tried to challenge Enrique, but as her stylist, of course he knows when did Jenna wore a white dress and answered "You remember that film interview with Melissa, that white dress from Zuhair Murad..." Jenna now remembers, and thought "Oh fucking shit, hell to the fucking no"

Enrique internally laughed at Jenna's reaction while Jenna pulled out her headphones, wore it and opened her phone, as she open her Spotify, she clicks the shuffle play to a playlist. Enrique smiled at what Jenna did, but in all honesty, even if Jenna hides it, Enrique can see that Jenna did enjoy Y/N's songs and even muttered lyrics of it, but only stopped when she noticed herself that she is singing her ex's songs.

In a hotel room in Paris Y/N exclaimed "WAIT, I'M ATTENDING DIOR? Am I not signed in another brand or something?" and Emilia just shrugged "No hun, you will go to Dior, you will meet big names there that will again boost your music and your status, so yes, Dior."

With a loud grunt Y/N started to pace around, which is a thing that she do when she tries to think of a way out for something that Emilia put her into. "Okay, please tell me that Jisoo will attend this show" Y/N says with her eyes closed and fingers crossed, Emilia just stared at her and answered her with a "Yes".

Just as Emilia thought, Y/N is a fan, and going to concert of Jisoo's group will be hard so this is a gift for Y/N and can also be a meeting place for new deals that Y/N needs to attract more people for her art and to gain more attention. But what Emilia didn't say is that Jenna will also be attending the Dior Fashion show. Even though Emilia knows about Jenna and Y/N's past, she can't let the rumor about the two die, since Y/N benefits a lot, she also knew that Jenna is benefiting by the fact that her publicist and her management is not releasing any statement, despite the allegations of Jenna dating Y/N and vice versa.

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A large crowd has gathered, voices can be heard even from a mile away with how many people have gathered just to see the ladies and gents that Dior has invited.

Jenna with her black dress arrived, strutting down the big area that has been surrounded with people, waving and smiling to every people that calls her name. Walking inside the venue, she gets to meet a lot of people, from businessman, to artist, singers, and models.

A crowd has gathered in the middle of the room and she heard a voice coming from her publicist, "Okay, I don't know if you know her, but Jisoo is a global ambassador of Dior and she is in a group called Blackpink, go make friends." And with that, Jenna started to strut her way to a crowd of people and photographers, with her current status, of course people around her would know who she is, and without a doubt Jisoo and her are asked for a picture together.

On the other side of the venue, Y/N has been doing everything that she can just to meet Jisoo, but to no avail, she is stuck with old business man that has been eating her precious time, talking about old stuff that she really doesn't know. And in every French that will speak to her, she will just answer "oui" because who the fuck understands French? Not me, Y/N thinks.

But of course, the venue isn't as big as the USA or even Paris, so of course Y/N heard whispers that Jenna Ortega is also in the same vicinity as hers, but why would she believe something that she can't even see. Y/N thinks that if Jenna is really in the same place as hers, they would probably meet each other by now.

"You need to take your seat now, the show will start" She can hear Emilia's voice behind her and with a heavy heart, she decided to seat and hopes to meet JIsoo later.

Trying to get comfortable with her seat, a group of men started to walk her way and Y/N thinks "Who the fuck gets guarded like that on a fucking fashion show?" and when the men started to disperse, a lady wearing a high heel that is dressed in long black flowy skirt, a black see-through top, and a jacket with a long white jewelry hanging from her neck; Y/N's eyes travels upward and see's a terrified look on the other person's face.

Y/N's own face contorted with disgust, her fist clench on its own and when a curse word tries to get out of her mouth, a pinch to her side coming from Emilia broke her and said "Act nice." Wide eyed with a tight lipped smile greets the other person that is also trying to contain her emotions because...

"WHAT THE FUCK IS Y/N DOING IN HERE?"

Exactly, that was Jenna's thought when the body guards in front of her started to go to their post and give her her space and lead her to her seat. Her eyes widen, feeling that her blood suddenly is pushing upwards, feeling a little bit dizzy with how much her heart is pumping her blood from the anger that she feels from the inside. Her eyes suddenly moves to the side and looks at her publicist, jut like how her character Wednesday stare at people. Her publicist then whispered to her "Be good, now."

The both of them are now staring at each other, bewildered on how the fuck did they ended up seating next to each other on a Paris Fashion Week, knowing so damn well that there are hundreds of brand that's doing the same thing that they are doing right now.

With forced smiles and a toned down anger, Jenna seats beside Y/N, creating a big space between them that could accommodate another person if they wanted to. The two women, seating side-by-side, thinking of ways on how can they seat through the whole show without murdering each other or just to try to not cause a scene. Jenna did not brought enough patience for this show, if she only knew that Y/N will be here, then she would probably brought a lot of extra patience with her. As for the other girl, if Y/N would have known that Jenna would be here, she would've declined this offer immediately and just attend another show.

Without looking to her side Y/N whispers "what the fuck are you doing here?" Jenna trying not to look at Y/N has her ears ringing from anger with what she heard from the other woman and answered in a hushed tone "the fuck do you mean why am i here?" Y/N then turns her body towards Jenna and stated with a sassy tone "Why are you here? Are you trying to follow me?" This doesn't go unnoticed by Jenna "You're so full of yourself, I don't even know that you're in here you dumbass"

Before Y/N gets to speak, a photographer appeared and asked for a picture of them. With forced smiles, the two girls closed the gap between them and smiled brightly at the camera, acting like they weren't trying to slit each other's throat before he came in.

"Nice, another picture with you" Y/N said with a sarcastic tone, Jenna was trying to do some breathing exercise, praying that she wouldn't lose her cool because if things will just be on her way? She would've smacked Y/N right in the head with her purse. "Wow, who said I like being on one frame with you?" Jenna said with a tone full of disgust.

A cough from behind them ca be heard coming from both of their publicist, and they know so damn well how things will go if they continue to banter. So what they did was to be quiet, smile at the camera and the guests, and watch the fashion show unfold.

Half of the show have passed and Y/N wants to peel her ass from her seat, run to the nearest wall, and just smash her head. She can't stand another second of Jenna nodding at every model and hearing muttered words like how wonderful they are. Y/N moved over to Jenna and whispered "Don't act like you're interested, I know how much this things bore you." Jenna's hand travelled to Y/N's thigh and grips it, hard enough so that Y/N can feel Jenna's nails digging through the fabric of her dress "Shut up."

Y/N yelps and bites her lip to contain a surprised gasp that she just made, Y/N then lightly slaps Jenna's hand, "Don't you dare do that again, you're harassing me" Y/N said trying to threaten and Jenna gasped and pulls her hand away "I'm not harassing you!"

"Girls..." Emilia whispered from behind, with that, the two women sat quietly and tries to keep their hands from trying to pull each others hair. The scene that unfolded earlier where Y/N moved closer to Jenna wo whisper something and Jenna's hand on Y/N's thigh could tell a different story when you watch it from afar. That is why photographers tried to capture it, other guests also noticed the two being closer to each other.

While Y/N and Jenna watched the entire show quietly, both of their publicist seemed to arrived at a certain business deal that would greatly benefit the two stars that they are handling. But they know that this'll need more meetings and contract signings.

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Dior Fashion show ended a few hours ago, Jenna was just chilling in the living room of her hotel trying to find a new movie to watch, but before she press play, her publicist messaged her that they need to have a dinner meeting to discuss future projects and this one is urgent. So what Jenna did was she got up and went to her dresser trying to find a semi-formal attire to wear and for her to somehow look decent.

In the lobby, there was Wendy, waiting for her with a bag on her hand and a cluster of paper on the other. "Sorry for the late notice, I just got this deal earlier" Wendy said trying to lead Jenna to the Hotel's Restaurant. While walking Jenna thought "Wait... why is my publicist making deals and not my manager?" And it made Jenna stop from walking and looked at Wende and asked "Does my manager know this so-called-deal?" and Wendy just answered "Of course, they're inside with the other party waiting for us" with a suspicious and eerie feeling, Jenna followed suit and walked towards the private room that Wendy entered.

A waiter opened the door on the other side and there was a big table with people who are seated and are talking, on the other side that faces her, she saw her manager, the other party which she guessed are facing their back to her. Wendy ushered Jenna to sit in the middle and while trying to look for the faces for the other party, Jenna feels like she knows the faces of these people. Starting from the right, analyzing her face, her hair, and the paper that is in front of her Jenna thought "Oh, probably she's the publicist" and when she moved from the so-called-publicist left, she sees a scowling face, eyebrows pushed together in the middle, lips are tight, and a rigid body posture, and Jenna thought "No fucking way" ready to run from where she is to the door, her arms were held down by Wendy and is trying to push her down to seat in front of none other than Y/N.

"What is this?" Jenna asked and Y/N "What do you think?" with a biting remark. The two of them holding a staring battle, trying to push each other's luck and trying to feel if the other one is gonna send them a punch or a slap. "Shut up, adults are talking" Jenna said with a smirk and Y/N answered "We are literally the same age, what are you talking about?" and before Y/N gets to add another remark Jenna cut her off and said "Oh yeah? Well the shut up, people who are mature enough gets to talk."

Y/N then stood up from her chair ready to pounce on Jenna when her manager hold her down and forced her to seat down and said "Calm down you two, we are not here to set you both to fight on a boxing ring in Vegas" and the other person in the room chuckles.

"Is this some kind of joke? What am I doing in here?" Y/N asked her manager and her publicist and Emilia answered her "Calm down first and we will explain, please girls." And Y/N tried to calm herself down staring at the wall.

Throughout the entire meeting, both of Y/N and Jenna's manager and their publicist explains how good it will be if the both of them will be in a public relationship. They explained that the media, the public, and their fans loved the two of them together, seeing how the rumor between the two of them isn't dying after months, how their status and fanbase got bigger, and how can this publicity attract more people to support the both of them.

"But I thought I'm gonna be okay without any public relationship?" Jenna said pertaining to what Wendy said and she answered "Well, it still is, but if you are in a relationship with Y/N everything will be better. It's gonna be a win-win situation for the both of us."

"I don't need this, I can do things on my own" Y/N said and her publicist explained "Yes, but it will be more better with a help you know" and that made Y/N furious "Okay, first of all I don't need her charity, I don't need anyone to boost my career. I am talented and that's what I'm gonna use." Then her manager butted in and said "Yes, we didn't mean it in that way Y/N and you know it. You're just gonna help each other out, be each other's stepping stone. When the contract finishes, there will be no bad blood and we will say that things just didn't work out because of schedule."

When Y/N's manager said that, both Y/N and Jenna looked at each other's eye, feeling like it did struck a nerve on the both of them, holding each other's stare for a second, the room went silent. Y/N then looked down at her lap after she caught Jenna stared at her, she plays with the end fabric of the table cloth. Jenna on the other and was just staring at Y/N, biting her lip, trying to say something but she can't eve formulate a word.

"Okay, I think we are done, we can continue this tomorrow, sounds like a plan?" Wendy said collecting the papers in front of her, the managers were standing up and trying to leave the room.

Y/N was still seating and looking down, Wendy and her manager knows so damn well that they need to leave Y/N alone when she went this silent. Jenna was also the same, still seating down in her seat, feeling like someone nailed her to where she is.

With a deep sigh, Y/N raised her eyes in front of her, where Jenna's eyes were awaiting. A lingering sense of familiarity can be felt in line with a feeling of deep longingness and hatred. The air was thick, both of them trying to read each other's mind. Y/N knows Jenna, she knows all of her, but not the one who is seating in front of her. On the other hand Jenna's waiting for Y/N to say something, because she knows Y/N so damn well, she knows her that well. Both of them feels like they were thrown back from where they were, contemplating and thinking on a restaurant.

Y/N and Jenna stared at each other for a second, Y/N's lips opened a few times, trying to say the words that runs through her mind, but failed after a few attempt. Jenna tries to calm her breathing because it seems like everything seems to fall on her shoulders, hitting her like a brick.

This wasn't what they imagined themselves after years of their break-up. They didn't imagine them seeing again, sitting on a restaurant, talking about their relationship. Everything that's happening brings ton of memories from the past that the both of them were trying to bury. So there they were, seated, facing each other, trying not to break down, and praying to whoever listens that this was just a joke, a prank, a dream, just not a reality that they need to face.

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South of the Border Singer Y/F/N Y/L/N and Actress Jenna Ortega seen Dining together in the City of Love

Y/F/N Y/L/N and Jenna Ortega both attended the 2023 Dior Spring show together and both seated side-by-side, some photographers from the inside released pictures of them getting close to each other and seemingly enjoying each other's presence.

Just as we thought that it will end there, the two stars surprises us with them being together dining in a hotel where Jenna Ortega is currently staying. Sources from the inside told that they dine inside a private room. Both of the stars arrived and went away separately. But this doesn't stop us from getting a moment of them together.

This occurrence only ignites the rumor that Y/N's new songs from the album are all about Jenna. Both of the stars aren't releasing any statements and their agency are still silent about this issue.

Stay tuned for more of this brewing love story that us slowly unfolding in our eyes!

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A/N: HI, apologies for the long wait, I hope you like it. I'm open for your thoughts and comments. Thanks again for reading and waiting. Not proofread, so notify me if there are any mistakes.

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@hy-uk-ai @ortegalvr @mirage018 @geed-3 @idkjustliving2 @aurora-starwars (sorry just tagged all of you)

[mehiwilldoitlater]

If I may request a law headcanoen please, the reader is a witch who's style of magic is the same as star vs the forest of evil, now imagine this on the thousnd sunny dock yn finds law having a nightmare wakes them up and makes him tea he says nothing the first night second night yn offeres some help with a spell they summon a white fluffy cloud and a silent zone for him to sleep promising that no one will know soon this becomes thier thing and soon they have little chats about randome stuff even in the day with law bringing random medical informations just to have a chat with her or being a nerd about her magic and asking her questions.........UNTILL after a battle yn can't use her magic because she is burnet out so law completly understands and in a moment of honest mutual care she softly guads his head towards her (shoulder or lap) to help him sleep and nami and robin are like (we keeping an eye on you mr) .

Also can they please have an age gap like yn is 21 20 23 and law is 27.

Thank you!

"It seems you're having fun!"

One of Robin's hands was holding, at the same moment, a small creature while she was smiling. It seems like a dolphin, yet it reminded me more of a ball than an actual cetacean, not to mention that it was colored in a flashy pink, and its eyes were... they remind her more of some kind of jewel, but she wasn't sure.

"We're not Robin! We're practicing with magic and kicking butt!"

"Yes! My spells can always improve, you know?"

Finding someone that could match Luffy's energy was always some kind of challenge, but Y/N came out more like one of her spells��in some chaos, wonder, and fun.

She was one of a kind, even on her own island: a fall island full of witches and wizards, people devoted to the sacred art of magic, and her, who just loved making laser raimbows, well-dressed frog darts, and marshmellow sharks. By saving her island, she proved that her own magic was special on its own and that she could have a small spot on the Thousand Sunny alongside her new friends.

Noticing a certain hat, the young witch started to wave happily.

"Law! Laaaaw! Wanna see a new trick? Do you want to?"

The medic was coming on that moment from a small chat with Chopper, sighing from the childish behavior of the girl. 

A few weeks prior, the captain of the Heart Pirates was once again under the Straw Hat Pirates assistance, and he never imagined that he would meet an actual witch. He knew that, with Luffy, everything was possible, but meeting someone like that girl was quite unexpected.

She was hard to describe. She was similar in personality to her captain, but never so chaotic like him. And she was so childish, immature, and loud. 

"I don't want to see another of your tricks."

".....Okay! I can still show you later when-"

She clasped her hand on her mouth just as Law darted some glaring eyes towards the girl. This strange exchange between the two caught the attention of the other two, especially the captain's.

".....When what? Don't tell me that Law knows more of your spells than me!"

"Nonono! It's...nothing!"

"Suspicious!"

"No, it's not!"

Robin's eyes glanced towards her ally, noticing some pinkness on his ears and nose. She hid some giggles while the other two were now bickening like children.

There was definitely something going on!

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That night, Y/N wasn't in charge of the lookout, which was great for her since that would have meant staying in her room without worrying about the cold, some jumpscares from Brook, or the possibility of falling asleep somewhere on the ship.

Everyone was asleep by now; the only soul awake must have been Franky by the sounds outside the door. Shge was currently writing in her spellbook, scratching her head with the pen, looking from time to time from the colorful tome to the small window on the door. She stopped her activity only after hearing a small knock on the wood, signifying the beginning of their nocturnal activity.

"Come in!"

Her cheering voice was followed only by a small tsk from Law.

"Please tell everyone I'm here too, Y/n-ya."

"Hehe, my bad, my bad!"

He entered the door, making sure that no one could catch him, especially the cyborg. Once the door was closed, he let a sigh escape his mouth, removing his hat from his head and massaging his raven hair with his free hand.

"Today you almost spilled it out, Y/n-ya. I already told you, you must be careful."

"I'm sorry! I just really wanted to let you see my new spell! This time, I was thinking about bees!"

"Why don't you tell me while we...you know..."

She made a big O with her mouth, remembering why Law was there from the beginning!

She started to sway her wand from side to side, whispering a small enchantment to not let anyone hear, and something started to form on the surface of the wooden pavement. A white and fluffy surface, similar to a cotton candy cloud, with hints of pink and baby blue here and there. After some small checks of the safety of the cloudy cushion, not like the first time, she gave a thumbs up to the doctor, signaling the beginning of their activity.

He laid himself on the tangible cloud that the witch had created, positioning himself on his back. After some deep inhale and exhale, his golden eyes darted on the girl, waiting patiently for him.

"...So, you were talking about bees?"

Yes, their secret meetings in the night were just chats. 

It happened during the first nights, when Law started to stay on the Straw Hat ship and got accosted by the presence of the newbie around. To be honest, he couldn't stand her at all in those first times; she was so...LUFFY LIKE. And in the worst since she could use such a strange and stupid smell. Seriously, she was a witch, right? Then why waste her time with those stupid spells that ended up being just some blabbering words?!

She didn't know the potential. The great gift she received?! He couldn't understand how the people of her island, like the others had said, had accepted her magic. Someone needed to be checked—all of them.

Despite her attempts to be friendly and somehow get along with him, it was clear that he had none of it.

She got it, even if it was quite harsh to be forced to repeat that sensation of misunderstanding that she had to bear all of her life. But it was nice to have the crew by her side.

As revenge, Sanji had made a bread-based meal five times in a row. After the third time, Law started to connect a few dots, especially after the glares from Zoro and a small talk with Robin.

"It's a delicate subject for her. It's not like you have to endure for so long, but please be kinder with her, ok?"

It sounded more like a threat, but she was right. Just a few weeks, no doubt.

He needed to endure her, just like he needed to endure those bad episodes of night terrors that he started to have—ah, those too. 

On his own ship, episodes of those were easy to control. He had his own space, his own schedule, and some kind of confidence in his own crew that helped him keep things in check. But that wasn't his ship, and that wasn't his crew.

He tried to sleep here and there, taking small naps during the day and drinking a lot of coffee to avoid the need to sleep. That's helped for some time, until one night, after a long day of work and a small cup of coffee, he just collapsed on his bed. He couldn't remember what he had dreamed; what he knew was his face covered in sweat, the blanket almost thrown away from the mattres, the pillow drenched, and her face, not so far from him. 

"You were screaming..."

Despite his pitiful state, the look on her face was quite calm. Someone would have found it quite strange not to show some emotions, such as worry or fear for him, but he was so confused that he didn't register everything that was around him, like how did she get into his cabin?

"Ummm... that must have been quite the dream, uh?"

He gained enough strength to sit up, not caring about the girl messing with her wand on his desk. Instead, he wondered what kind of sick joke was taking place in the universe to let the one girl that he tried to avoid like the plague be the one that witnessed one of his attacks.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the fuming cup near him. A small aroma of mint and lavender came to his nostrils, already setting him in a calmer mood.

She was holding the porcelain between some layers of her pijama, avoiding the heat that would burn her fingers. Did she use her magic to create that tea?

"It'll help you. Carefull is hot."

It was so strange, but he would have lied, not admitting that the essence of the tea was already having an effect. He tested the concoction first, and after having proof of its safety, he started to actually drink it.

"...Thanks..."

"You welcome!"

He never wanted to talk about it; aside from the fact that this was his own business, she never pressed about it, which was quite nice from her. But mostly, he felt like he had no right to put some of his weight on that girl. It felt wrong, as much as he knew everyone on that ship was a lost, broken soul with no one to rely on themselves. Luffy found them when everyone viewed them as trash, saved them, and made them his own treasure. He had no right to just put his own trauma on her, especially since she never talked about herself in the first place.

After that night, like some kind of silent call, every time he was ready to go to bed, she knocked gently on his own door, getting in and doing something magic to help him sleep. She once suggested a good smack on his head, but he complained that he had zero intention to cure a future concussion on his head.

During those nights, he found out that she was quite a good listener. He didn't know if she had any kind of mutual experience, but, like she said once, Law had the ability to make even something boring interesting and fascinating. He didn't know if he needed to blush or be offended by that statement. And, by the way, he started to get curious about some aspects of magic. She once explained to him that the concept of magic was that, unlike a devil's fruit power, the laws of nature were slightly bent but never crossed. Magic must follow those rules, or at least try to never overthrow them. I like the idea of using magic to bring people back to life.

Even if she made magic look simple, even silly sometimes, she did try to respect that discipline, and he felt bad to have badmouthed them in front of her.

They found out that they liked to ask questions about each other; they were both curious, and maybe they loved their small night encounters.

A little side of Law hoped that they could keep talking like this even after their imminent separation.

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What she knew about battles was what she had learned on her island about magic duels. Two opponents, the last one to stand, win.

She heard about wars where witches and wizards fought each other, with poison or with curses, but those were long ago.

Sge never knew what it could have actually meant to fight a real battle on the raging oceans against other pirates or marines. She knew that it would have been hard and scary, but she wanted to be prepared, at least as much as she could have.

You're never that prepared.

Y/N knew that where the Strawhat goes, battles are not that uncommon, but she could have never known that it would have been such a hard one. But she wanted to show that she meant to stay by the side of her captain and her new crewmates! So she refused to be helped and protected; she decided to stay and fight!

The group was able to stand and help the people on the island, but something happened.

She raised her wand, pointing to the target that Franky had built for her for her training sessions, but the only thing that came out of that was a strange, deep purple smoje.

"It's still doing that?!" Usopp voice was a little concerned; as much as he knew, her wand started to act strangely since that bad battle that left her even with some small injuries. Chopper wanted her to stay put, but when she noticed some strange changes in her magic, she needed to check her abilities.

She massaged her still bandaged arm, trying to force it up to rise again, only to see a tattooed hand touching her own.

"You're still recovering; that's enough magic for today."

"But I need to."

"It's an order. Stop discussing Chopper's too."

There was a moment of silence between the two. It was clear that Law wasn't joking around, but she looked more likely to find another solution. Maybe it was the stingy sensation on her arm, maybe it was the silent plea of the doctor, or maybe it was that she knew that there was nothing that could have been done now in her current situation, but she finally gave up.

She escorted herself, riting in her own quarter to try to catch some sleep. That was what she told the other member of the crew, but seeing her in that state—so calm, so obedient—it was strange, especially knowing what she passed in the last battle.

And so the days passed, but the Y/N condition did not improve. No matter how well her arms and wounds healed, her magic was off. The cute little animals seemed sick or dried from their energy; the beams were weak and off colors, and that purple smoke still invaded the space every time she used her wand.

Despite losing a new habit of his, Law was severely concerned for her. Since she knew how important her magic was for the crew, she decided to take a small break from that, but it looked more like she was trying to avoid the matter at all costs. Her book was starting to get dusty on her desk, and the wand was now almost forgotten in her room.

There was definitely something wrong with that girl, he thought, trying to read the book in his hands despite his lack of concentration.

Of course, everything started with that battle. All of you had been injured, some worse and some less, but you all recovered quite quickly thanks to the help of the two doctors. Since then, your magic has started to deteriorate, like a wound that gets infected. But maybe that was the problem; he was acting like that was some kind of medical problem; maybe it was different. Maybe even in magic matters, it was another deal.

Her words start to spawn themselves in his head, and one of them strikes him with a sudden shock.

'Magic can sometimes reflect our emotional state. If someone is deeply connected, it can show signs. If you're stressed, the magic shows that.'

Of course, how could he have forgotten that? Something was off with her magic because she was off! How stupid he could be to not remember such an important detail?! And why did she hide the reality of the situation?!

When Law started to march towards her room, Y/N was deep in a read on a book that Robin gave her to help ease her mind, or so she said. It doesn't help her at all, but it helps keep her thoughts away from the blatant fact that she can't use her magic correctly. The knocking on the door woke her up from her concentration, forcing her to open it, revealing the serious face of that certain medic.

"Law is not night, and I can't-" "I know you can't help me; I'm not here for that. Do you mind if I come in?"

Usually she would have let him inside like every time without question, but this time on the pother hand, she looked nervous. She wasn't scared of him, of course, but a little side of her felt uneasy about letting him catch up about your condition. Despite that, she moved aside, giving him enough space to get inside.

He didn't rush; he just waited in the center of the room for her to feel comfortable with her personal space being occupied by him. She started to scratch her finger with her nails, looking around, maybe searching for a good subject or a good excuse for her situation. Law didn't want to waste more time than it needed, but on the other hand, he didn't want her to feel like being attacked in that situation, so he started to search for a good way to talk.

And, on the other hand, he felt exhausted. He hated to admit it, but on these nights, her help was one of the greatest remedies that he had ever experienced in his life since he became a medic! He didn't want to believe that her magic had cured him.

She made it clear that, usually, magic can't fix emotional problems, but at least her own abilities were enough to help him with his sleeping habits. And of course, he felt bad for that. He felt bad that his honest desire to help her heal was nearing the need to not go back to his night terrors. It was selfish, even for him, and he felt bad for that.

Still trying to search for a good way to put it, Law felted her gaze on his face.

"You look like hell; are the night terrors coming back?" "…Yes, they are. But I'm not here for that, I told you." "Well, even if you were, I don't think I can help you at the moment." "…And how this moment is gonna last, uh?"

No, no, it came out bad; her nervous expression was enough. He scratched his nose, recalling his ideas.

"Y/N, have you ever heard about burnout?" "…ummm…a few times, between other witches? … I don't exactly know what it is, but…" "Is it when we feel like nothing like you do is working? Do you understand me?"

She looked to the other side; maybe it wasn't the exact feelings, but he needed to try again.

"Since you last battled, your magic is clearly in bad shape. I know you were badly hurt; hell, I fixed you up with Chopper, but I wonder if you feel… I don't know. Helpless? Exhausted maybe?"

She seemed less nervous, but she was still there. Maybe this time he did catch the right hint, and something started to ring in her head. She stopped scratching her fingers, but she still kept them on her lap, avoiding his gaze.

"Maybe a little? I know being a pirate would be hard, but I don't know. I felt like my magic wasn't enough for you, for the crew, and for everyone. I wish I could help everyone, but my magic still doesn't want to work." "Do you want your magic to work? You told me yourself, Magic is emotional; it catches every little mess we have in our heads." When the little pieces of the puzzle start to get together, it somehow feels refreshing and satisfying. But for her, it was harsh to admit that the real thing that was stopping her was herself. But surely, she at least knows the cause… and the solution.

"But... I do want to be helped. I want to be fixed! If that is so, then why my magic doesn't want to cooperate?!"

"Maybe it's deeper than that. I know you want that on the surface, but you need to work on what truly is happening in here."

He gave a little nod to her head, making her giggle a little. Well, despite how strange it was, his words seemed rational and, in a certain perspective, true. Maybe deep down you needed more than the desire to be helped.

"And...what now?"

"Well... I guess we start with some baby steps. We'll try to help you out until you're back in good shape."

"We?"

"Me and your crew, they noticed too, you know?"

"Yeah, I'm not that subtle. That means that you won't get any fluffy clouds for another week or two."

"Yeah, well, it's not important. I'll figure out how to find a new way to sleep."

At least she was better now; that was good consolation, and by not getting what he wanted, his conscience felt a little less heavy than before. Y/N, on the other hand, was still worried about his problem. Without saying anything, she lightly grazed his shoulder, giving him a small pull. He resisted, confused about what she wanted to do.

"I GOT AN IDEA, came on. I don't bite!"

"That's questionable..."

"True, true, but not this time; double cross on my heart!"

Despite her childish promise, Law allowed the girl to take the lead. In his confusion and embarrassment, he found himself with his head resting on her lap. For a few seconds, it seemed that he couldn't breathe, holding his breath to avoid any possible scream towards the girl. 

Before he could even muttered questions and all, she simply started to pat his head.

"Since I can't use magic, we can start doing it like this! It's not a cloud, which is terrible, but it's still a way for us to have our nightly chat, uh?"

He stayed there, buffled, looking at this gentle soul that was now holding him like no one had ever done before. Or at least, he thought that. How come such a young girl like that could have been able to reduce him like some mush in her hands? He was a fearsome pirate, one of the most dangerous goddamit! And there he was, held like a child by a young witch who wanted nothing more than to connect with him.

But if he really was humiliated, then why keep on coming back to her?

He couldn't answer his question since, while in his own thoughts, his fatigue finally won against his will and finally led him to a deep sleep.

When he woke up, Y/N wasn't in her room anymore. His head was supported by a pillow and glued to his forehead, which is why she had to use glittered glue.

I went to Chopper; I'll talk to him about my problems. Wish me luck!

He sighed. He didn't know about luck, but surely he knew that that was the first step for her.

Once he cleaned his forehead from the blue glitter, he made his way back to his own quarter, only to find himself in front of a certain navigator.

Nami's back was supported by the sturdy wood of the ship, and her face held a slight, sly smile.

"Did you have a nice nap?"

How did she know? Well, maybe the still-sleepy face on his face didn't cover his position, even with that woman. She smiled again, looking directly into Law's eyes.

"She's a nice one, uh?"

"....yeah...."

"I mean, I met so many nice people. but she's lucky because she's funny too!"

"I guess?... Listen, Nami, get to the"

"If you dare to hurt her or manipulate her, I'm going to throw your sorry butt so deep into the ocean that the only thing you'll ever be able to meet is Davy Jones, am I clear?"

".........y-yes, ma'am...."

And while the woman wived gently towards him, he felt the piercing eyes of Robin, watching the two talking from the deck.

From that day on, Law became more careful around you.

[cometblaster2070]

alright here we go, we're going to talk about raven for a bit, because there are some people saying strange, strange things about HER of all people.

(slight disclaimer: this is not an apple white hate post; she is also the loml and both her and raven are wonderful, nuanced characters)

i've seen a couple of people (before you ask, yes, it is those apple white defenders) talk about how utterly selfish raven was being. how she was completely uncooperative and unwilling towards apple, how rude she was, what a terrible friend and a terrible person she was in general she was to everyone (but especially apple gasp), and most of all, raven is completely and utterly selfish for refusing to see apple's viewpoint and for refusing to at least hear apple out.

LIKE IM SORRY?? DID WE WATCH THE SAME SHOW?? DID WE SEE THE SAME CHARACTERS??

AH YES, MY MISTAKE, RAVEN WAS COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY SELFISH FOR NOT WANTING TO FOLLOW IN HER VILLANOUS MOTHER'S FOOTSTEPS AND HARM THE PEOPLE SHE LOVES AND CARES ABOUT.

she's also definitely wrong and completely selfish to even consider wanting to have a happy, peaceful life for herself, instead of poisoning her best friend and ending up hated, alone and chained up like a monster.

my bad guys; i misunderstood the show, clearly it was raven who was the selfish one for not acquiescing to apple's request of poisoning her and ending up miserable for the rest of her life.

jokes aside, like, i don't even know how to explain how wrong this is. not only is it completely outlandish to make the argument that raven is wrong and selfish for wanting to NOT end up in magic jail, but it's so strange to demonize her in this particular way??

LIKE WOW WONDER WHY SHE WOULDN'T WANT THIS DESTINY.

raven's defining character trait throughout the show and the books and any other form of media she's associated with is her kindness, her gentleness, her willingness to do the right thing and how she sincerely just wants to help people, and completely loathes the fact that people see her as nothing more than evil and they see her as someone dangerous.

raven is shown to be someone who would literally rather die on the spot than hurt someone or willingly cause them pain, she has also continuously shown guilt over her mother's previous actions (particularly Wonderland); and another thing we're shown time and time again, is that although she disagrees with apple, she loves her so, so much and would do ANYTHING for her.

LET'S ALSO TALK ABOUT HOW RAVEN WAS CONSTANTLY EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATED THROUGH EAH BY LITERALLY EVERYONE??? LIKE THIS GIRL COULD NOT CATCH A BREAK, IF MADDIE WASN'T THERE SHE WOULD'VE SNAPPED SO FAST IM NOT EVEN KIDDING.

side tangent on this: woman spent her wishing well coin on asking if her friends would be fine if she didn't sign, PLEASE I LOVE HER.

like we had GRIMM of all people on her ass constantly threatening her with going 'poof' and ruining everyone's lives, and oh yes, he took the one thing she had from her mother and gave her that horrific wishing well vision, and then, she had ALLLL the royals telling her how horrible she was for not signing and dooming them all, and then we still have apple, who was constantly reminding her to sign and asking why she didn't and how she should've and whatever whatever; you get the point but STILL.

like i sincerely have trouble understanding why we're demonizing raven rn over wanting to choose her own happiness for once, over a lifetime of literal TORMENT AND SUFFERING.

and consistently throughout the show, we are also shown how apple is in the wrong; apple is a very nuanced character yes, and there's a lot of valid reasons that explain why she has the worldview that she does, and does the things that she does, but it doesn't take away the fact that apple is wrong, and throughout eah, we are shown apple realizing and then later accepting that she's wrong and raven's views and actions are valid and right.

i mean, we even get other characters who were diehard royals acknowledging raven's terrible situation and sympathizing with her; case in point, briar in thronecoming.

lastly, on the point of her not listening to apple or hearing her out, girl, like i love apple sm; but her entire point throughout the earlier seasons was 'oh raven why won't you poison me so you can go to prison and i can get my happily ever after like we're supposed to?'; like apple is also shown to be entirely unreasonable in the earlier seasons to raven being like 'haha hey, this is kind of fucked up, don't you think??' and again, apple has valid reasons for this, but it doesn't take away the fact that she was wrong and that there is really no reason for raven to be demonized over THIS of all things???

tl;dr: raven queen is a wonderful character; apple white would beat your ass if you're talking shit about her (like not in being like "oh i don't like this character" way, in this particular clown way), and demonizing raven for being 'selfish' is WILDDD.

[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

Who is White?

If it is not I, your friendly neighbourhood non-binary deranged literature major, once again to tell you about stuff that the voices™︎ have prompted me.

This time, let's talk about the elephant in the room, the odd one out: Mr. White, a.k.a the fandom's babyboy.

(me as Fluke in this GIF, walking in ready to dissect this bitch)

So, what do we factually know about this man?

From what we're directly told in the show:

He's Tee's boyfriend, at least, since 12th grade, meaning they have been together for about 3 years, maybe 4 (depending on when exactly we are in terms of time in the present and when exactly during 12th grade they started dating).

He's younger than the rest of them, according to Por and Top in episode 1.

He studied at a different school from the main gang AND from Phee (yes, despite the embroidery having a similar colour, the writings where the institution's name should be are nothing alike, thus, not from the same place)

He cares a lot about his appearance (he does skincare when Por is literally dying downstairs and he sees a rash on his body while under the effect of New's absynthe - idk if it's absynthe or not but my friends and I have been calling it that since we saw them drink the green drinks so it's absynthe for me and there's that).

He's generally a very respectful person (he always speaks formally and nicely to everyone, even when people are hostile to him, like Tee or Fluke).

His fear doesn't seem to paralyze him in high-pressure situations (he strikes people with a tripod twice to save himself and others when he thinks they're in danger).

Another source could be the Yearbook, which, now, we have to be a bit more skeptical about because, as seen in New's case, it's not 100% accurate. One can argue that it is accurate because the yearbook would have Tan's info, since that's who he's living as and no one knows any better than that, including the institutions and, sure, yeah, fair. But while we don't know that White is hiding anything from us as well, we can't be sure of it. So, take the following with a grain of salt:

(translated with Google Translate)

His legal name is Watcharin Siriphan

He was born on the 25th of February 2005 (which confirms what Por and Top say)

His blood type is A (which according to the Blood Type Personality Theory means he is shy, stubborn, a perfectionist, polite and hard-working, apparently. tbh this thing is super shifty, no source seems to agree on the meaning of each type and, of course, it's a pseudoscience and all, so... yeah. take it as you will)

He's studying Software Engineering

He likes cakes

He dislikes cockroaches

He plays games and programs in his free time

So... We don't know much. He's the most generic person ever. Like... I too, and half the world's population, like cake, dislike cockroaches and like to play games. It's not exactly very special. Which is exactly why he is so intriguing. After all, we had 5 whole episodes so far, which were just the backstory of the people we see together in the mansion in the present. We've seen their personalities, their qualities and flaws, what they did and what they didn't do. We've been given a reason as to why they're here. Not just in the more direct sense of "they agreed to come here for Jin's goodbye party" but of why exactly they needed to be put all together in these conditions for this story. All except White. White is just... Barely an afterthought. We're shown when he comes into this story for the group (when he becomes Tee's boyfriend), but we're not given a reason so far as to why the narrative wants him there.

Because, sure, IRL people sometimes end up in random places and things can be pretty meaningless but this is a work of fiction. One that, evidently, has been greatly focused on details (Non's framed apple picture and Phee eating an apple alone, for example, or the correlation between the group and the colour blue). So why would it just throw us a character that is, seemingly, irrelevant to the story?

And to this, there are 2 possibilities my friends: either White is a narrative tool to get to the audience or White is not who we think he is. So let's explore it, shall we?

White = Narrative Tool

Let's start by assuming, possibly the most likely outcome, that White is exactly just a guy who ended up there due to his connection to Tee. Why would this narrative need that character?

Glad you asked. Because he's the only person who's 100% innocent. If he's just some guy who, as we've seen, keeps being respectful and nice and trying to always do the right thing, then he's got nothing to do with the others who, in different degrees are all guilty of something. He's the odd one out.

Because, yes, this is not a show of villains (at least, not in which concerns the main characters). They're all morally grey. But they have some drop of black that makes them grey.

Por is arrogant and a liar and selfish.

Tee is aggressive and manipulative and a control freak.

Top is an overall asshole and a coward.

These 3 actively bully Non. Por steals his work. Tee and Top blame him for shit he didn't do which puts in the situation where he owns Por and they spy on him. Tee manipulates him into mafia money laundry and threatens him.

Fluke is selfish and refuses to take action even when he knows it's the right thing to do.

Jin's doesn't have the capability to realize that the peaceful passive way with which he normally carries himself with won't solve the issue. Plus he's overly emotional. And a bit selfish too.

They didn't help Non when it was their moral obligation to do so. And Jin records him being abused by their teacher and possibly posts it online (though that's still up for debate).

Phee is too stubborn and also overly emotional and even overly empathic.

New is obsessive and vengeful.

Phee never really helps Non because all the ways he offers Non help are the wrong ones. He almost tries to control him. And he fails. And then he tells him awful things and breaks up with him in a terribly vulnerable moment for Non. And even when he regrets it and tries to bring justice to him, he fucks Jin because he wanted to and tries to cover it up as if it was part of the plan. Sure, they were broken up, technically, but Phee himself seems to have had "take-backies" over that breaking up. So, in his mind, at least, it's fair to say he cheats on him, which is very hypocritical after how he reacts to Non being abused. And New... He tries to help sincerely because he feels guilty but he only makes things worse. Nothing is solved and their father curses them both before committing public suicide at their mom's funeral.

Non (which may be even more relevant if he's still alive) is overly independent and uncommunicative.

He doesn't tell Jin he has a boyfriend when it's clear Jin's trying to make a move on him, event though Non's not interested. He hides very important things from Phee. He commits fraud (understandably, but yeah). And yeah, he's justified in his rage and attack but... Does he ever think of how his actions affect other such as Jin, for example, who, in his eyes, is innocent? Not really.

"Oh but White won't die!", I hear you say. "The innocent people never die in slashers!! Only the people who did the killer wrong do!" And that's exactly where I have to disagree.

So, amidst a sea of grey characters, White is, funnily enough: white. He's just good. He's done nothing wrong. And the narrative needs him because, when the others die, we'll feel (to different degrees, sure, but still, we will) that there's a reason. Even if we like the characters, those deaths will make sense. But what happens when an innocent man dies? What happens when you kill the man who wasn't even supposed to be there (he joined the trip at the last minute)?

As @syrena-del-mar says in this post: "DFF is more than just a 90s slasher film imitation". It "sits at a novel intersection of genre: horror slasher on the one hand and BL on the other hand" as @brifrischu puts it here and, for that, it bends expectations and rules and subverts what are natural tropes and events of the slasher archetype. White dying is the sort of thing this narrative, and our inventive genius Sammon, would do. Because... Do you really think they're giving us grey characters instead of black ones because we're supposed not to question this revenge? Because we're supposed to be happy about this? No. Of course not. That would be dumb. If we're meant to 100% side with the killer, then why give us likeable characters as the targets? Because, and this is as much speculation as it is reading the room, we're not.

This story, I don't know how it will end, but regardless I'm pretty confident it's supposed to tell us something important about cycles of violence: that they're neverending until someone chooses peace instead. That aggression and bloodshed and revenge... They won't bring time back, they won't undo the mistakes we make, they won't restore that which is lost, they won't make the grief go away... That they won't make us feel better. More even: that they will only hurt more people, create more injustice and prompt more revenge. And, thus, perpetuate the cycle.

So what's White's role? Being the final drop into our collective cup of realization (and perhaps the characters' as well) that this revenge mission is pointless and won't solve anything. White's role is to die.

"Oh, but uncle Dang was also innocent! Is his death not enough??", I hear you ask. And well... Maybe, maybe not. I think, honestly, his death is too impersonal for us to feel too deeply about it. Like, sure, yes, it is the death of an innocent, but it's a distant innocent. It doesn't make our blood boil because we don't know shit about that man. But, for all we don't know of White's past, we've seen him cry, we've seen him scared, we've seen him fight for his life, we've seen him be a good boyfriend and a good friend. He might just be some dude but we like him. He's the fandom's babyboy, as I said. It is more impactful and it tells the story better.

But this is just a hypothesis. And it might not convince you. And that's fair. So, because I'm a persistent obnoxious fucker with a little too much free time, I'm bringing you a second theory. For this one, though... You might need a little tinfoil hat... Be prepared.

White ≠ Who He Says He Is

So, if you think just having a character be hollow and pure good in a show of very fleshed-out and grey characters is weird, even if he might be narratively relevant, then we can only assume there's something important to White's character we don't know about yet. (I'm adding this in retrospective because I forgot but this idea came to me partially from @yellingaboutkp and their great analysis of horns in the show that you can find here)

But what could that be? We've seemingly seen all the flashbacks we needed from everyone, White doesn't seem very relevant to anyone's storyline but Tee's but... We'd assume if there was something directly connected to Tee's actions and White that we needed to see, we would've. Admittedly, the next episode seems to be on its way to tell us what Tee knows about what happened to Non and Keng while they were captured by the mafia and he could be there but I think, honestly, that it goes deeper than that. And here's why: because there's a person who's even more of an odd one out then White: whoever Perth's character is.

Now, he would've been completely unsuspicious if it wasn't for one thing: Perth's presence in the promotion of this series. He's just... Always there, somehow? Like, his character has only really appeared last episode massaging Tee's uncle but he's constantly talking about this series. Plus, his name is very well credited. AND, the absolute cherry on top, his character appears in THIS poster:

Now, yeah, I understand Marketing and Publicity (it's part of my Master's, you don't have to explain it to me). So, I know this could very well just be a strategy to sell the series. After all, Perth did get a lot of attention after The Hidden Character, I know, I know. It's also a way to put his name out there for other future roles, kinda like a soft launch. Plus, this is the show that killed Us's character first when he was one of the most popular actors in the cast. HOWEVER, I'd argue that, considering the previously mentioned attention to detail, they would not have given one of their rising stars a role in this series if it wasn't important. Like... No other background character without lines (so far) was given an important actor to play it. So pardon me, but I don't buy it. Perth's character's gotta matter somehow. And, back to what I was saying, I think the next episode will be exactly where.

See, I made a poll here on the hellsite asking what y'all think happened to Non. It's this one. And it shows that, overwhelmingly, we all think Non is alive BECAUSE he was helped by the man himself:

"Okay, Dante, but, even if that's true, where does White fit in all this?" Glad. You. Asked.

Now, if we're assuming Perth's character's the one that's gonna help Non (and possibly Keng or maybe not, idk and it really doesn't matter for now), we've gotta assume he's a possible suspect for the murderer. And even more so under this optic that Non is alive. Who more than a person whose whole reality seemed to be the mafia and who might've escaped it would be okay with murdering people? Right? Or, on the contrary, that he took a liking to Non and is trying to prevent him from further digging himself a hole in life and is trying to save him from himself.

You see, I didn't watch The Hidden Character (and those who did apparently recommend it stays that way). I didn't know any of these people before except those who were in Kinnporsche. And you know what that led me to? Curiously enough, dear reader: confusing Fuaiz with Perth. So, yeah, you know where this is going... White and Perth's character might be related. Brothers, probably.

"All because you think they look alike?" Well, if you ignore the way I just explained how it would tie some very loose ends... Yeah, kinda. BUT, in my defence, it makes a lot of genetic sense.

See, no other characters in the show really look this much alike. Believe me, I tested it.

For this purpose, I tried many different sites but the one that seemed to give me the most reliable results was FaceShape. Most characters got no more than 10%, some even got 0% (e.g. New and Perth's Character). And you wanna know how much White and Perth's character got? Nearly 50%.

For comparison reasons, New and Non who are CANONICALLY brothers, got about 30%.

BUT, if this is not convincing enough, my sister and I (who share EXACTLY the same 2 parents) got lower than them.

(pls ignore the picture, I was trynna make it as accurate as possible so I took a front pic with a neutral expression. also, my sister is censored for privacy reasons)

Now... Will I claim this is irrefutable proof? No. Not at all, but think about it: if White and Perth are related that might maybe explain how Tee and White met. It might also explain that really weird scene in the pre-release trailer (albeit all scenes in that are rather odd) where White-

Yes, thank you, Obi-Wan. And Anakin Tee is looking up at him, as if White has more power than Tee does. Because then, it could probably mean that White knows something and is probably there to do something. What exactly? Idk, man. He could be there to ensure the group remains clueless/confused or that they remain where they need to be for things to work... Or he could be there to try and prevent stuff from happening much to the likeness of what I stated for Perth's character's case.

"Oh, but if he knows something, wouldn't he know what happened to Non? Why would he be curious to watch the recording??"

Well, not necessarily. We know Non is not communicative and that he doesn't typically share his problems with anyone (the exception being Keng, obviously, but then again, the exception confirms the rule). And sure, Keng might be more talkative but idk if he would say something if Non asked him not to. I have a feeling he probably wouldn't (since he has that weird thing JJ mentioned about how he "loves Non" and, therefore, even if he's an abuser, he doesn't perceive himself that way and wouldn't do something he actively thinks would hurt Non). So, while Perth's character would know what happened to Non while he was being held by Tee's uncle and even some things about why he is there, he probably wouldn't know the rest.

But then why would he date Tee? Well, this is a narrative so... Foils are something that can happen. Having White and his relationship with Tee be a parallel to that of Phee and Jin is not weird and, in fact, has happened in the very first episode when both couples arrive at the room where the singles are, in pairs. Therefore, it wouldn't be weird to think of White as someone who maybe also fell in love with the guy that was supposed to be a means to an end or, alternatively, and perhaps more interestingly, have White NOT be in love with him and actually succeed, unlike Phee. Thus, drawing the comparison that, while Tee and White are in a relationship, White didn't fall in love and, inversely, while Phee and Jin aren't in a relationship, Phee did fall in love.

And this would mean that all we've seen of White's fear might, in fact, be an act to throw suspicion off of him. Or even more justified because he knows exactly what's lurking in the woods... After all, why would he suddenly join Jin's goodbye party if he's not a friend of Jin's? What reason better than to tag along your boyfriend's getaway with his friends if not to protect him from the terrible consequences of his actions?

But I get it. It's an extremely convoluted theory and, in all honesty, maybe makes the show more dull and boring if it's true because... Why would they repeat this "secret brother" twist? Or the dating with second intentions trope? It could be a narrative parallel, yes, but I can also definitely see how people could point that out as uncreative or lazy writing.

Either way: these thoughts were circling around my head and, before the next episode confirms or destroys them, I wanted to get them out into the world for y'all to, maybe, hopefully, join in on the hype for it, as it's less than 24h 'till it airs. Hope in that I was successful, at the very least.

Anyway... As usual feel free to (politely) argue with me, tell me I'm wrong, tell me I missed this and that, add to it, etc... Because if there's one thing I currently love more than DFF itself, it's definitely the fandom and I want us to make the most of it!!

I'll see y'all tomorrow when we're freaking out about episode 10!!!

All the love! 💜💜💜

[anchorandrope]

happy pride to my hands your hands tied up like two ships i don't care what people say when we're together oh i will carry over fire and water for your love the script was written and i could not change a thing i said hey it's alright if it makes you feel alive and every jaw drops when she's in those jeans there will always be the kind that criticize but i know yes i know we'll be alright so i built you a house from a broken home i'm all yours i've got no control no control it's been so long it's been so long maybe we're fireproof used to sing about being free but now he's changed his mind if you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do then baby i'm perfect the priest thinks it's the devil my mum thinks it's the flu but girl it's only you for your eyes only i'll show you my heart the summertime and butterflies all belong to your creation so many nights i thought it over told myself i kinda like her but there was something missing in her eyes same lips red same eyes blue same white shirt couple more tattoos wherever i go you bring me home in a black dress she's such an actress yeah so you can cut me up and kiss me harder you can be the pill to ease the pain im just like you if you only knew now i'm asking my friends how to say i'm sorry they say lad give it time there's no need to worry i know that you're scared because i'm so open breathe me in breathe me out i don't know if i could ever go without i get so lost inside your eyes would you believe it? so bright sometimes shine i'm not ever going back don't blame me for falling i was just a little boy i couldn't want you anymore kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor staring at the ceiling two weeks and i'll be home we were only kids just tryna work it out wonder what they'd think if they could see us now i've been looking back a lot lately me and you is all i ever know and it's been ages different stages come so far from princess park waiting to wrap your legs around me and i know you hate to smoke without me cause you're the only one when it's said and done and i'm too tired to be tough just wanna be loved by you it's a church of brunt romances and i'm too far gone to pray in a strange way we're all in this together been this way forever you're not the only one but i'd follow you to any place if it's hollywood or bishopsgate i'm coming too if i was a bluebird i would fly to you stay green a little while you bring blue lights to dreams do you think i'm cool too? or am i too into you? maple syrup coffee pancakes for two you lay with him as you stay in the daydream you feel a fool you're back at it again i take you with me every time i go away in a hotel usin' someone else's name when we're finished saying nothing can we please get back to lovin'? i don't wanna face the music but i still wanna dance with you but the friends we make the love it takes is worth is worth is worth it all the time my heart might be broken but i won't be broken down you and me until the end wakin' up to start again fabricated fairytales bring a new world to life there were problems in this empty bottle at the bottom but we drained all that you should be startin' at the sky the birds just passin' by love spent my whole life thinking i had to change

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[captain-sodapop]

In the middle of season 7. Each rewatch, I feel like my focus goes to something new, and this time around, it's really sticking out to me how - because the show presents Sam through the lens of Dean - how Dean thinks there is something inherently wrong with Sam from the start. And that never changes. Like yes, Dean loves Sam, he really does, but but it's always something. If it weren't for the fact that Sam's psychic abilities and the demon blood (things he didn't ask for, by the way) made him different, it would be the simple fact that Sam does not buy into Dean's worldview. When Dean confronted Sam about Amy, when he called Amy a freak, it was heartbreaking to see Sam's hurt reaction to that. If Sam himself weren't dealing with severe mental illness due to his own trauma (which Dean finds freakish), he would be a freak simply by association by empathizing with Amy.

And speaking of Sam's hallucinations and mental health struggles in season 7 in particular (which, Dean obviously has his own struggles that deserve sympathy, but that's not what we're focusing on right now), it's all a repercussion of what Sam has been dealing with since the beginning of the show. We know that Sam has always felt like there was something different about him, and if you take John's journal into account and remember Lucifer showing him all the demons that have been following him his whole life in "Swan Song", then there's always been something...well, supernatural about him. Brady gets possessed, introduces him to Jess, he starts to get visions, he discovers he's psychic and has powers, that he's Lucifer's vessel, that "you didn't need the feather to fly, Dumbo, you had it in you all along"...then he goes to Hell, where his soul is stuck for months, being tortured by Satan himself. And because Cas brought him back without his soul, Dean's trust issues with him continue through season six and into season seven. He doesn't trust that Sam is stable. He doesn't trust that Sam isn't somehow wrong. Somehow a freak.

And it's not fair. It's so sad. You can understand, in a way, why Dean is wary. But Sam didn't ask for any of this. He does bear some responsibility in certain situations, yes, but he was forced into these things, or manipulated, or was simply born that way. There is nothing inherently wrong with the fact that he was born with these abilities.

It goes against Dean's worldview, though. It goes against the idea that his family should be all-in on what they do, that Sam should just fall in line, that the world is black and white and that there is something inherently wrong with people who have these abilities and differences that makes them less than human.

Remember when Sam got pissed at him for not telling him that Jack was planning to die in order to defeat Chuck? And Dean was upset that Sam asked ethical questions? So Sam, who is - according to many, including sometimes his own family - supposedly less than human, is the one asking and confronting these ethical questions, is pushing back against the popular worldview of the people he is associated with, and that pisses them off. They get upset that Sam pushes back. (God, if I'm not careful, I'm going to go into analysis of how Sam's hair represents his resistance.)

Look. Sam is the protagonist of the show. We see him through Dean's eyes, and because of Dean's worldview, the way we see Sam is skewed. And maybe that's the point. Maybe we're supposed to be questioning Dean more than people do. When Sam says in season eight that the trials are "purifying" him, that he always felt as if there was something wrong with him, we shouldn't be agreeing; we should be horrified at the fact that he has gone through life feeling subhuman. We should be questioning the world around him and the community he is a part of that simultaneously seems to detest his very existence.

The guy is literally part of a hostile environment, and every time he tries to break away, he gets guilted back into it. Either he serves the system, or it'll kill him.

[softbutchthatlovesyou]

This post is for white people. You can like and are encouraged to reblog, but keep your mouth shut.

Don't even argue with a white person who spoke. Leave that to me. Just mind your own and pass my words if you read em and get the point

Now

It's whatever if you don't listen to Every genre of music relating to black people

It's whatever if rap isn't regularly on your stuff

You won't be hunted for fucking sport over not knowing the top ten ska artist of all time, or for having less rock in your life

The issues is that too many of you have a desperate need to explain that you don't like it and frankly just keep it to yourself. Just don't comment on whatever post hurt your white fragility and realize you don't have to be who the post is talking about if you just... even start with not explaining to use why your the Not Racist. We've all heard that one before, we need your money to be where your mouth is.

Lots of you have issues with generalizing ("Rap is too fast!" "Hip-Hop is about nothing but drugs and street crime")

You don't need to tell me your sensory issues are why you aren't racist. No One Said That. You can just Not Listen to songs that hurt your ears. We're asking for you to explore and try and find stuff that might be within your limits. There's tons of genres made by black people. Put our version in there.

Also there's no way to excuse saying that no version of black peoples various genres cant be used for music stimming. Thats bullshit talk. Methinks you've been slacking you your black history and probably don't realize that (unless you Choose to isten to only white artist which... thats IS racist) an artist you listen to is very possibly a person of color, with a good chance of one being black.

We also don't need the announcement that you don't pay attention to who you listen to. That's 1: Admitting you don't fucking care to actively seek out pur music as we beg not to be drowned out in a world thay pushes white voices to idle ears.

2: Just keep doing it wothout fanfare then at least. If you're going to be lazy about music don't be proud to tell me how you wont make space to showe you care about black voices.

Also don't try and argue about how you know all of this genre is actually bad! You're Wrong.

1. Even the "bad" ones can have all kinda of statements of all kinda of things.

Ex: ou wanna fight misogyny? do you actually understand whet causes it? do you listen when they sing that before they were a pimp they were a little kid who got hurt by a system? do you use that to remember to treat black boys like the kids they are so they don't rush to be the adult men they aren't? They are told they are Men and Men have to get women or else they're Failed Men. They chase their manhood because White Men are eager to tale ir at a moments notice and the slightest offense. Is it okay? No. But it's stoppable. And it starts at listening to how it happens, and being kind and correctional in the right places.

2. Even if we as black people condemned and hated and were in outrage at the "bad verions" that wouldn't invalidate every other version made. That's not how music fucking works for pop or for your old timey classical so why do some of you apply it to our genres so quickly 🤨🤨🤨

And for the love of god.

Don't ask for recs on post venting frustrations about white peoples treatement of our music. Leaving ones if you know good ones is fine usually, but honestly just make your own post and then go out and start searching some key words. Look up what genres have black history. Type their genres in and see what you get artist wise.

Lots of them have mixes into other genres that will fit what kind of vibe you like while still supporting the voices that keep thse alive and authentic.

Or send them ask because that's what to features for. Ask if they're okay with it and respect if they say no, but many of us would be overjoyed to share and actually have some really listening ears out there.

[octuscle]

Moments ago during the last night of the county fair my friends and i decided to go, there were many people and many atractions to play, while my friends decided to go to some atractions that i wasnt interested, i saw a muscular tanned hairy bald man with a manly beard wearing a black shirt with white pants and bots, standing in the middle of the crowd, he saw at my direction for some seconds then left to a tent where was sign saying "fortune teller, enter if you want to know your fate". I entered and a old man offered to read my hand, and after some moments i wasnt myself anymore

You're a typical WASP. Dutch and Swedish roots. A bit unathletic. But educated, liberal… What are you supposed to do with a fortune teller?

"You come from a country far away" Great, you think. Another person who doesn't tell you the future but tells you things you've known for a long time. And anyone could have told you that you are not from here with your black hair and brown eyes.

"You have a strong and assertive personality. A real fighter." Yes, the fortune teller is flattering you a little. But there's nothing wrong with a little flattery. We're all a little vain. You flex the muscles of the arm he's holding.

"You've always had to stand up to strong opponents." Which the guy can bet his ass on. You've never been given anything. Not in your childhood, before the civil war devastated your Syrian homeland, not in the times when bombs took your parents and your home, not when you fled here. And not since you have been here. But you are a fighter.

"You are a strong man who can hit hard. You move big weights." Oh my God, you think. Who would have guessed. The calluses on your hands are not from holding a fountain pen or typing on a keyboard. And neither are your broad shoulders. It's really obvious that you're no stranger to the gym.

"Whatever they tackle, it will be a success, it will be gold!" Ah, finally we come to the interesting part. Just the fact that you are here today, that you have your own stand at FIBO, one of the most important fitness fairs in the world, is already a huge success for you. You are here to present your new fitness app. But also to put yourself in the limelight. Because you can't yet make a living from your app alone. You also need lucrative advertising contracts.

"Champ, now stop with the manicure and take care of your sponsors!" The booming bass of your manager shakes the backstage area. He stands in the doorway of the room where your calloused hands are being shaped. A muscular tanned hairy bald man with a manly beard wearing a black shirt with white pants and boots.

He's right, but looking good is the be-all and end-all here at the trade fair. Hopefully you'll be shaking a lot of hands over the next few days. And your hands need to be just as shiny as you are. You thank the manicurist who is giving your hands a final massage. Excellent work. And most importantly, she didn't talk while she was working. You have it when you have to talk in situations like this or are told things that you either already know or are not interested in.

A quick look in the mirror. Perfect complexion, perfect hair. The show can begin.

The next few days are going to be hell. Pitches to investors, posing for fans, toadying to sponsors. But you are a fighter. And a professional. And whatever you touch turns to gold!

[tisamustdie]

"Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys" lyrics 💥

Lyrics masterlist

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"Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny" Look Alive, Sunshine

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"The little children raise their open, filthy palms/ Like tiny daggers up to Heaven/ And all the juvie halls and all the Ritalin rats/ Ask angels made from neon and fucking garbage/ Scream out "What will save us?" Na Na Na

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"Everybody wants to change the world/ But no one, no one wants to die" Na Na Na

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"I'd rather go to Hell/ Than be in Purgatory/ Cut my hair, gag and bore me/ Pull this pin, let this world explode" Na Na Na

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"Me and your runaway scars/ Got a photographed dream on a getaway mile" Bulletproof Heart

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"And though I know how much you have this/ Are you gonna be the one to save us/ From the black and hopeless feeling?/ Will you mean it when the end comes reeling?" Bulletproof Heart

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"Hold your heart into this darkness/ Will it ever be the light to shine you out?/ Or fail and leave you stranded?/ I ain't gonna be the one left standing/ You ain't gonna be the one left standing/ We ain't gonna be the ones left standing" Bulletproof Heart

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"You've got to make a choice if the music drowns you out/ And raise your voice, every single time/ They try and shut your mouth" SING

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"Nothing but a dead scene, product of a white dream/ I am not a singer that you wanted, but a dancer/ I refuse to answer, talk about the past, sir/ Wrote it for the ones who want to get away" SING

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"They sell presentable, young and so ingestible/ Sterile and collectable and I can't stand it/ This is a letter, my word is a Beretta/ The sound of my vendetta against the ones that planned it" Planetary (GO!)

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"And if we can't find where we belong/ We'll have to make it on our own/ Face all the pain and take it on/ Because the only hope for me is you alone" The Only Hope for Me Is You

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"How it should be many years after the disasters that we've seen?/ What have we learned other than people burn in purifying flame?/ I say it's okay, I know you can tell/ And though you can see me smile/ I still think of the guns they sell" The Only Hope for Me Is You

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"Ain't a DJ gonna save my soul/ Sold it long ago for rock 'n' roll" Party Poison

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"This ain't a room full of suicides/ We're believers, I believe tonight" Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

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"We can live forever if you've got the time" Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

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"It ain't about all the friends you made/ But the graffiti they write on your grave/ For all of us who've seen the light/ Salute the dead and lead the fight/ Who gives a damn if we lose the war?/ Let the walls fall down, let the engines roar" Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

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"You're the broken glass in the morning light/ Be a burning star if it takes all night" Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

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"Blow a kiss at the methane skies/ See the rust through your playground eyes/ We're all in love tonight/ Leave a dream where the fallout lies/ Watch it grow where the tear stain dries/ To keep you safe tonight" S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W

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"Turn my headphones up real loud/ I don't think I need them now/ 'Cause you stop the noise and- " Summertime

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"Brother, protect me now/ With blood they wash in the money!" DESTROYA

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"They laugh, we don't think it's funny/ If all you are/ Is just what you own/ What have you become/ When they take from you almost everything?" DESTROYA

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"So show me what you got, you children of a gun/ Don't hide and we don't run!/ Against the sun, we're the enemy!" DESTROYA

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"We don't care about the message or the rules they make/ I'll meet you when the sun goes black" The Kids From Yesterday

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"And you only live forever in the lights you make" The Kids From Yesterday

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"All the cameras watch the accidents and stars you hate/ They only care if you can bleed/ Does the television make you feel the pills you ate/ Or every person that you need to be?" The Kids From Yesterday

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"Hair back, collar up, jet black, so cool!/ Sing it like the kids are mean to you!" Vampire Money

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"The kids don't care if you're alright, honey/ Pills don't help, but it sure is funny/ Gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!" Vampire Money

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"Dedication, to the places that you never need to hide/ Occupations, the opportunity to see yourself in lights" We Don't Need Another Song About California

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"Now I'm gonna show you how much I love you/ Oh, my magazine is full of ugly things" Zero Percent

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"They wanna grip the cross, make cavities/ Adjust because it's purely a crime/ So let's break the cops, that casually/ And break the walls of cryogenic smile" F.T.W.W.W.

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"We all got to die/ But tonight, wed sell our skin to get you right/ We all gotta try/ I'll be ready with leather arms, leather slide" F.T.W.W.W.

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"Medication, and the way your eyes look into me/ Lubrication, can you turn off all the lights so I can't see?" Mastas of Ravenkroft

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"Better grab your soul from the fingers of death" Black Dragon Fighting Society

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[klauzar]

translation (it's not perfect, but I really tried 🥹):

MIO and JET: Hello!

JET: I am Jet Jatsadakorn, I'm playing Title.

MIO: Hello, I'm Mio Athens, playing Dome.

[Who are Title and Dome?]

JET: Title is aggressive person who doesn't respect anyone. In the last series I was cruel, but this time it's even more brutal. Not a good person, that's for sure. MIO: You can tell from your face.

JET: Hey! 😕 In the story, you mean?

MIO: I'm a kid who is diligent about studying, a good guy. I'm nothing like him. We're like black and white. Well, maybe little bit of grey. Yep.

Dome is straightforward, he says exactly what he thinks. He's sincere, caring and loves everybody.

We're classmates and dear friends. 😉

JET: Yeah... friends who love each other.

[How do you feel about your role?]

MIO: I was startled at first. Who is this Dome? I didn't know anything but his name.

Name like this, he's probably a grown up. But then I’ve read the script, I saw that he is a nice kid.

I'm happy to play this role. But at first I thought that I could've play Title as well. Just didn't manage to get it.

JET: He means the character.

MIO: Yeah, I didn't get that role.

JET: Why am I feeling hurt?

MIO: So I got the better character. I mean, with nicer personality.

JET: You're teasing me? I think, playing an angry, cruel character is a big challenge. Takes a lot of preparation.

MIO: We came together to the first audition for both Title and Dome roles. So we could switch.

We thought: who's going for what role? In the end, Jet get Title, and I got Dome.

JET: Yeah, cast could try and switch roles.

[How did you prepare?]

MIO: I did my homework, looked at other characters in other stories. Is there something similar that can be improved? Like, movie for teenagers that looks interesting.

I was trying to work out how to portray Dome in my own style.

JET: My situation is similar. I was looking for characters from other stories, researching for workshop. I talked to kru'Ning and everybody else.

Top (Jet's character in DFF). Yes, he's like Top, but meaner.

MIO: Grown up Top, right?

[What's the similarities and differences?]

JET: Not even close! Because...

MIO: Really? Okay.

JET: He's cruel, he acts without thinking, he's not afraid of anything. Ready to explode any second. I usually think before taking action.

MIO: It's easy to get him going, isn't it?

JET: You mean Title?

MIO: Yes.

As for me and Dome, there isn't much difference. Sometimes I directly say what I think, like Dome.  That's one of my traits.

I expanded it for Dome. Good person, but too nosy. I'm not a nosy person and don't involve myself in someone else's business.

Dome is curious and wants to know everything.

[How do you feel about filming scenes with your senior actors?]

JET: In my case, I had scenes with Bible. I was so happy, because Bible helped me a lot.

What emotion to show and things like that. We talked about things. He's very professional, so I learnt from older generation.

MIO: Right. As for me, I didn't really have emotional scenes with Bible.

But there was a scene with almost no dialogue. Before it he supported me by saying: "You can do it, "Nong!"

I saw P'Jes... can't say much, but he's definitely our senior with high professionalism. When he's jumping into the role...

JET: He's changing immediately.

MIO: Yeah.

JET: Gaining more knowledge and skills...

MIO: Meeting new people.

JET: Sure. Huh?

MIO: I said - meeting new people.

JET: Oh, yeah, right. What?

*confused laughter*

MIO: We've met our seniors face to face, but never worked together. That's better way to put it.

And then we finally got to work with P'Job, for example.

JET: P'Job is awesome!

MIO: I'm not just saying it for him to hear. He's really cute, really!

JET: We're not just saying it to make him happy. P'Job is really cute.

He's totally not standind behind the camera right now.

JOB: (Very honest.)

[The most intense scene in the series?]

MIO: When I secretly filmed him and View. 

JET:  That day I felt annoyed because Title is such a violent character, he's hurting his friends and this girl. So angry. It's just not right. How annoying.

My colleague actors were too scared to talk to me.

MIO: But that's acting, P'.

JET: Exactly.

MIO: That was my favourite part. Going all out.

And maybe also the last scene?

JET: Yes.

MIO: Going all out in the last scene. Please watch 4minutes every friday on channel one31.

JET: Or sultrier version on Viu. Both versions aired at the same time at 23:15.

See you soon, bye-bye!

[sukibenders]

Some in the HOTD fandom really don't care about black people or their voices, and it shows especially during conversations about the portrayal of black characters. I've been seeing an uptick mostly in regards to the possibility that Ryan Cordal may merge Rhaena's and Nettles's storylines and, while I'm not finished with the book (audiobook) nor have reached Nettles part, I don't want that to happen for a couple of reasons. However, it's very apparent the very "here, there!" energy some have when people complain about this by going "But they made the Velaryons, this great house, black! Corlys and his family, his children, and grandchildren are black, so what's the problem?" If they actually cared then they would have gathered the issue a long time ago, but instead, they play ignorant. I've stated some of the issues of HOTD's treatment of black characters in my post about Laena (+ featuring Baela, Rhaena, and even Laenor), but one really annoying thing is the belief that just making these characters black was enough. This is a very common theme that I see with some who go "Oh, we don't mind that you changed the race of this/these character(s)" but only as long as they remain in the background after that change, completely ignoring how, in the original text, said character was given more to do than what is shown after the change.

I was very excited to hear that the Velaryons would be played by black actors, especially after hearing all the things that happen in the books, but then I get little to nothing from the show in those regards. Many vital plot points for these characters have been skipped over, or rushed, or just plain ignored and yet whenever we criticize it we're met with people saying we should just be happy that we got something. That we get to be in it at all. And it's very apparent the disparities in treatment because I've seen think pieces and the praises they receive when people call out how HOTD portrays Rhaenyra, or Alicent, or Daemon and many of the other white characters (which is fine, as it makes since because there are big differences) but it's crickets or passive aggressiveness when it comes to the black and other poc characters. Sometimes they can't even have any plot of their own without it relating back to their white counterparts (eg. Laena's dragonriders death being brought back to Rhaenyra to elevate her, or her death just being used as a stepping stone to bring Daemyra onscreen). I remember seeing people being mad at Rhaena for daring to be upset at being sent away, not even bothering to see her side of things and calling her selfish and whiny because she dared to make the decision harder on Rhaenyra. Like gods forbid black and brown characters get testy because suddenly it's a problem.

Another argument I see when it comes to Nettles involvement is because, apparently, "there are already black characters in the show" as if that, not only, ignores the treatment they face but also acts as a reason as to why she can't be added to the show. Why can't there be more black characters? Why do they only have to be silver-haired or illegitimate children to be important? Like, at this point, say what you want to say out loud. And I know that some don't want her added because of how it makes Rhaenyra look (because I know she says some nasty and borderline racist things in the books) and the show has a thing for not making her, or other members of TB, morally dubious/complex, as well as splits Daemyra and, if that's the case, JUST SAY SO! Stop creating fake think pieces when you really just don't like this black character because you don't want her to take away from your favorite white incest ship, which, in HOTD, is already crashing and burning from what it seems at this point. Like Nettles and Daemon could still be a thing, maybe with some slight changes, and Rhaenyra could still be involved (because I think these three characters are connected plotwise, from what I've seen so far, so it wouldn't really make sense to split them up) by making her see the same grooming tendencies that Daemon used for her toward Nettles, maybe she gets protective if they want to follow HOTD canon. Maybe not, who knows, but in the end erasing this prevalent black character does nothing helpful to the story just gives some of these fans the ability to not see more black people in their fantasy genre.

[monsterswithimagines]

Undisclosed Desires - Part 13

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 1298

Masterlist

(I guess Joe's willingness to murder is more book-Joe than show-Joe, but whatever. I can't help that I'm halfway through the first book right now.)

Minor warning: masturbation is briefly mentioned.

Some things, you just can't learn about a person until you're in a relationship with them.

For example: you like to be kissed, often. Softly and sweetly, but also with intent, until you can't breathe. You smile into kisses and when I pull away, you tilt your head and the smile doesn't leave.

I live for that smile.

Also, you're not always nice. You run out of energy and you stonewall me. When you get like that there is nothing I can do to make it better, except leave. This happens most often when you've had a busy day at work, and one day soon we're probably going to have a beautiful fight about it, but for now I let you close down and shut me out. I really do try not to take it personally.

You don't care if I look at your phone. Sometimes you even ask me to check texts for you. This would make me incredibly happy, except aside from me, the only people you text in English are your coworkers.

You're more secretive about your laptop, which makes me wonder what I missed when I looked at it. I guess I didn't really do much digging. But when I do check it out again, even digging doesn't turn up anything.

Weird.

You're a bit of a slob. I knew that already, but I didn't know it would be so easy to take things from your apartment. You don't notice when items go missing, or if I move them around while you're not there. You did comment on your missing toothbrush, but you just assumed you misplaced it yourself.

“I swear, Joe, if my head wasn't attached to my body…”

All of this, I've learned over the course of two months. Two amazing months of being with you. Only it doesn’t always feel like I am with you, because you haven't told Nadia or your mother or even Grey about me, and I've been checking. After you told him you had a crush on me, he tried to find out more about me and you avoided the subject by writing to him about how much you like Angel from Buffy the vampire slayer. (If I could beat up a fictional character, I would.)

And we haven't had sex.

We've gotten close a few times, but you always pull away just when things are getting hot and heavy. Sometimes when you're alone, you masturbate several times in a row and I know you think of me, (Y/n). I can see it on your face. But when we're together, you look embarrassed and tell me you're not ready and I am patient, I am, but how can you not be ready when you are so obviously eager for it? Even dreaming about it?

I still don't like your coworkers. They are rude to you and belittle you, and they make inappropriate jokes in the groupchat. This is why I almost say no when you invite me to a company lunch, but in the end I say yes because at least you're inviting me somewhere.

“It won't be like last time,” you assure me. “No alcohol, for one.”

And you're right. It isn't like last time: it's worse.

I’m pretty sure your job is a scam, (Y/n). Nobody who works at your agency (other than you) actually needs to make money. The owner, Sam Carr, is a man in his fifties who considers this entire venture a hobby. He has two other companies, neither of which are making any money, but he doesn't need to make money because he is the kind of rich that goes back generations, to before white people even lived in America. Yet he pays you peanuts and you have to borrow money from your grandfather over and over again.

Sam's wife is Pam (which is short for Pamela, but Sam thinks it's hilarious for them to be Sam and Pam). She is only a little over half his age (thirty) and twice as smart as him, and you know this. You address her like she's the owner, and when she's around, you don't even talk to Kim, whose approval you were so eager for last time. Pam comes from old money, too, and has started several foundations throughout her life, all of which are doing well.

There's Judy Allen, who is tall and blond and keeps her lips pursed at all times. She does the same thing you do, copywriting, but her real job is being a momfluencer on Instagram, showing her kids off like accessories. Out of everyone here she is the nicest to you, but I can't tell if she means it or not and neither can you. You are nice to her, but you address her like you would a teacher, or a distant relative.

Jasper is so much worse than I remember him. He follows you around like a lost puppy and you let him. You glance at me, testing me, and I hate this side of you. I hate who you are around these people.

Surprisingly little is eaten, though there is much more on the table than even an entire orphanage could put away. You and your coworkers talk about Google and helpful content and black hat SEO and I don't understand anything any of you are saying.

At some point somebody asks me what I do. I grit out that I work in a bookstore and you look up and say: “he's being modest. He manages it” and I feel kind of proud. But then the person who asked me what I do in the first place starts asking me about the store's website and I have to admit that actually, Mooney's doesn't have one.

“I prefer things a little more old fashioned,” I try to justify, and then realize immediately how incredibly dumb I must sound to these people. “I mean, sometimes we sell a first edition on Ebay.”

You pat my leg underneath the table, which is code for 'shut up', so I do.

“You could always ask (Y/n) to help you make a website,” Jasper says, and he is looking way too intently at your chest as you reach across the table for a croissant. “She's surprisingly good at it.”

Surprisingly good? Seriously, (Y/n), I want to bash this guy’s teeth into his skull.

But you act like it's a compliment. You blush and wave him off and shake your head at me.

“You'd be better off hiring someone who actually knows how to make websites. I can write your content, though, if you want.”

I don't even want a fucking website, but I nod.

“Maybe.”

Finally, we can leave. I don't know what the point of any of that was.

In the cab, you slump against me and close your eyes, and you say: “Did you see the way Jasper kept staring at my boobs? I fucking hate that guy.”

Faith in you restored. I never should have doubted you.

“He just will not leave me alone lately,” you complain, and I wrap an arm around your shoulder and press a kiss to the side of your head. “But when I tell him off, he goes and tells Kim I'm being rude. She told me I need to be more of a team player, you know.”

But you are a team player, (Y/n). It's just that those people aren't on your team. I'm on your team.

“He's basically harassing me, and if I wanna keep my job I can't do a damn thing about it.”

“Fuck him,” I say.

And I mean it. Fuck Jasper. Fuck him and every man like him who thinks he can own a woman just because he has money and connections.

Jasper's gotta go.