#y'all just out here educating the children for me

[cityofmeliora]

Terzo + children 🥰

Terzo loves and cares about kids so much, and that is one of my favorite things about him.

this is one of my favorite Terzo clips ever. it is SO sweet:

[seeing a baby dressed as Papa Emeritus] PAPA EMERITUS III: Oh hi, little one! Hello! Awww… Now this little guy here… Hey! [UNINTELLIGIBLE] Hey. So pleased to see you. Give it up for the next generation! Fantastic. Good parenting! Unholy / Unplugged - Los Angeles, California, USA (August 20, 2015)

Terzo is always so happy and excited to see kids at his shows.

[sees a child sitting on someone's shoulders in the audience] PAPA EMERITUS III: Hello, little guy! Hello! So happy to see you in here. Leeds Festival - Leeds, England (August 30, 2015)

[sees a small child in the audience] PAPA EMERITUS III: Little one! Big applause for the little toddler! Lawrence, Kansas, USA (October 5, 2015)

and Terzo cares so so much for their well-being and safety.

PAPA EMERITUS III: Oh, by the way, it is very important– you see, there are kids in the crowd, so you have to take it easy a little bit on the moshing. Little girls here, too! They can get squashed! Birmingham, Alabama, USA (May 2, 2016)

PAPA EMERITUS III: Just one thing, though, before we continue: I see a lot of small kids here. So please, please take it easy with the kids. Very important. We need to take care of the children. We're here to have fun, but please. Are you with us? PAPA EMERITUS III: Is everybody OK? You kids in the front, are you OK? Everybody happy? I'm saying this once more: it's very, very, very, very fucking utterly important that you are taking good care of the children here in the front. It's all filled with children here in the front, so every big person that comes over this way, it's a very big and lethal risk for them, do you understand? So all you big boys, think a little, would you please? PAPA EMERITUS III: And please, before I get a little bit too repetitive, can you please take fucking care of the children? Yes. I know you're smart, so please show it. Lunatic Luau - Virginia Beach, Virginia, USA (May 6, 2016)

i love the bit he does where he checks if there are kids in the audience and then apologizes for swearing (and then he keeps swearing anyway). he wants to be good for the children, but he really doesn't believe in censorship, haha.

PAPA EMERITUS III: I see a little girl. Hello! Hello. How do you do? Are you having a good time? Is it a good show? Are we playing well for you? Well, thank you so much. You know what? We have a tendency to write songs that sort of deals with how you get little kids like that. Sort of the uh, beginning phase. If there is that many kids here tonight, I don't know, but you have to bear with me. Hello! You're also a kid? OK. Well, I'll cut down on the "cunt"s and "fuck"s and "shit"s. But I have a tendency to be foul-mouthed. Sorry about that. I hope you can bear with me. San Francisco, CA, USA (October 23, 2015)

and there is of course the adorable video of Terzo bringing TF's kids on stage.

PAPA EMERITUS III: You came to here to be scared, right? Are you here to get scared? I've got two little scary ones that want to come out and scare all of y'all. Big round of applause for our little scary ghouls here tonight. Don't they look very scary to you? The Clergy taught them well. Thank you, little ones. Lovely. Give a big round of applause for the new generation of ghouls, who scare all of y'all. Let me lead you into the night… Getaway Rock Festival - Gävle, Sweden (August 8, 2015)

Terzo is such a dad... and he *did* say he has a child. i do think it was just TF slipping up / being unable to stop himself from yapping, but Terzo said it and he didn't take it back, so i'm counting it as canon <3

PAPA EMERITUS III: I guess you all know about the birds and the bees and how it's done, right? We don't have to educate you in that. [looks at parent and child in the audience] I know, I know. She will get there too, I promise. That's the thing, you know... I have a little one too... [puts hand over heart] My god! Geneva, Switzerland (November 19, 2015)

(there are more clips and pictures and stuff, but in the interest of keeping this post a moderate length, this is all im including.)

[historicity-was-already-taken]

What I'm actually furious about, isn't just the anti-Semitism I've dealt with here.

What I'm furious at is the Israeli government and military. I am furious that they have the nerve to perpetrate war crimes while appropriating the memory of the 6 million. It makes me sick. It feels me with rage. It fills me with feelings of betrayal (those are complex and require deconstruction, discussed briefly below). How dare they massacre children, civilians, and fucking hospital patients; and how dare they do so while using the 6 million as a rhetorical shield?

The edgelord who left me a snide remark comparing the situation in Gaza to the Warsaw Ghetto wasn't the first person to make that comparison to me. It was actually the Palestinian woman who translated two major sources from Hebrew into English for me.

She was translating a biography of Tossia Altman when her three nephews and sister-in-law were murdered during the IDF action in Gaza. I asked her if she wanted to stop working on the project (with no impact on her fee for the project, of course; that's where about $4000 of the money y'all helped me raise went, fyi). The brand of Zionism practiced by Tossia and her comrades is very very different from the version embodied in Netanyahu, and it was those schools of Zionism which mostly died in the Holocaust (I said), but I would completely understand if the material was too triggering for her.

She said "I’m not sure about this triggering me, I think holocaust survivors and Gazans are on the same boat to tell you the truth. It could be an opportunity for me to actually fathom the full picture, in a way." And I haven't stopped thinking about it since.

I'm not going to post the rest of our conversation here, for what I hope are obvious reasons. And for concerned parties, this woman has been living away from Gaza for a very long time.

But this is why I'm so angry and emotional.

And I'm over here having these, frankly, very painful, personal feelings (if my posts over the last 4 months haven't made it clear, I spent my teen years in an extremely manipulative right wing Israel "education" program, and was raised surrounded by first and secondhand Holocaust trauma which inevitably impacted how my elders educated me about The Conflict none of which I was fully able to deconstruct until I became a Holocaust Historian in grad school). Especially with my knowledge of how SHITTILY Holocaust survivors were treated when they got to Palestine in the mid-1940s; of how fucking disgracefully Yad Vashem treated Rachel Auerbach and Yitzhak Zuckerman. Of the way the Jewish fighters actually died in the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising. I became a Holocaust historian because I am the great/granddaughter of survivors and I do this work because it's a fucking calling, not something that brings me joy. And the goddamn Israeli government, the government of a nation which likes to say it exists for all Jews (when it barely even represents the Jews who live there but that's a different conversation); the way that government manipulates and misuses that history to excuse their actions in Gaza make me fucking sick. And, as demonstrated by some of you actual fucking pieces of shit, puts Diasporic Jews in danger. (side thought: Does Netanyahu WANT to put Diasporic Jews in danger?? He knows how this fucking shit works, and I wouldn't be surprised if he WANTED Jews to feel deeply unsafe and respond to that by fleeing to Israel).

And WHILE I'm experiencing all of this and trying to keep it all together while writing the what may be the most important thing I've ever written in my career, you fucking [word I don't use out loud or in writing] come in here and to throw your anti-Semitic bullshit at me when I ask you to please not spew it at me via my (year old) fucking Holocaust Remembrance Day posts, and when I ask you to be fucking mindful of it in your political speech.

So let me make it fucking clear, as far as I am concerned there are 4 separate conversations at play rn.

1) October 7 was horrific, genocidal, and traumatizing for Jews on a global basis.

2) Israel is committing heinous war crimes in Gaza right now which, if its own military's statements are anything to go by, are actively genocidal.

3) You shouldn’t harass random Jewish people because you’re disgusted with Israeli governmental and military decisions and actions.

4) The Israeli government’s appropriation of Holocaust memory within its larger state building project doesn’t give you [collective: non-Jews] the right to abuse Jews for discussing and generally having feelings about the Holocaust.

And FRANKLY I think all those conversations are accurate and valid. I also don't think I'm obligated to tear my heart open give you all my intimate feelings because a bunch of pieces of shit on this site can't grasp points 3 and 4.

So fuck that right wing program I belonged to as a teen, fuck you fucking left wing anti-Semites who can's grasp that you're touting the ideologies of people who would have wanted you dead, and fuck the Israeli government for committing war crimes. fuck them for their ongoing abuse of palestinian civil and human rights, and fuck them for invoking the memory of the 6million while doing it.

I've fucking had it with that fucking State, I've had it with you goddamn Jew-haters, and I've had it with the Jewish ppl who might want to destroy my career upon seeing this post.

I am mad as HELL.

I'm not even saying my mental health break is over. I've just had a moment of clarity, my period is over, and I'm pissed as hell. i'm tired of policing myself to make the gentiles who hate me comfortable; and I'm tired of policing myself to make my coreligionists who'd destroy me for having these thoughts comfortable. and there are 122,000 if you, so i don't care if you're so fucking fragile that this post makes you hit the unfollow button.

tl;dr:

[hyperlexichypatia]

What some of y'all call "recovery" and "healing" is just... growing up.

The theme I keep coming back to, the theme I keep writing about over and over, is the inextricability of ableism (specifically neurobigotry) and ageism.

The pathologizing of youth. The infantilizing of disabled adults. The structuring and micromanaging of childhood leading to ever more opportunities for "deviancy" to be classified as "disordered." The "neurological" push to raise the age of majority. The constant framing of disabled parents and caregivers as "unfit" or "bad influences" on children. And on and on.

Ageism and neurobigotry are such an interconnected tangle loop mobius strip that people are using the "healing"/"recovery" framework for basic human maturation.

When you were little, you uncritically accepted the worldview of your parents and other adults in your life, but now that you're older and "recovered," you see it differently?

That's called growing up. You grew up.

When you had less information and experience informing your worldview, you saw things one way, and now that you've "healed," you see things differently?

That's called learning. You learned new information and changed your perspective accordingly.

Look, learning and change and growth and maturation are (or should be) lifelong processes with no endpoint, and one of the cultural factors making people so weird about "maturity" and age of majority issues is the assumption that a "Real Adult" is in their fixed final form. So people think "If I've changed and grown in the past 5 years, that means that 5-years-ago Me was Still A Child and should not have been allowed to make major life-altering decisions," and also think that once they reach An Endpoint, they can or should stop changing. And that's a problem.

But. But. Changes in one's relationship to oneself and one's family of origin are especially common during times of major transition. That's not pathological. That's not even abnormal. If you see the world differently than you did before a major life transition, that does not mean that you went from a diseased state to a nondiseased state ("recovery"), or from an injured state to an uninjured state ("healing"). Time passed. You got older. Everyone else got older. You changed. Other people changed. Your family changed. The social context in which you live changed. The pathology paradigm has no place in this phenomenon.

People are out here saying that "People should heal themselves before they have their own children," and then when asked, what they mean by "heal themselves" is "learn how to effectively communicate with children." That. That is a skill. Learning a skill is not "healing." Lack of a particular skill set is not a disorder you have to "recover" from. You just have to learn the skill.

But that's also why when we say "You don't have to recover from your disabilities, recovery isn't a moral obligation," people say things like "You want to use your disability as an excuse not to change and grow."

My good bitch, what does change and growth have to do with recovery?

And this isn't even a new observation, because people have talked about how parents of developmentally disabled children will credit "therapy" and "recovery" for their children's natural developmental trajectory (if your child gained a skill after a year of intensive therapy, that doesn't mean "the therapy worked," that means they got older and developed the maturation to acquire that skill). A lot of the rhetoric around early childhood education does the same thing (the reason your 6 year old can hold a pencil now and he couldn't last year is because his bones got stronger and his fine motor skills improved, not because his high-quality preschool made him ready to compete).

But this. This is adults doing it to themselves! And it's so very original-sin-coded. You are born Unhealthy, but through continual effort and right practice, you can Recover and Heal.

No! You just grew up!

[panoffrying]

My Dr. Sozonius LORE Headcanons

✨Warning this is a bit long✨

Sozo is a character that has lived for a very long time. Whatever that mushroom was on their head not only influenced Sozo but kept them immortal. We know really nothing bout Sozos past so I made some headcanons for silly fun and for me to visualize who Sozo was and what his life may have looked like. I want to do my best to keep this as game accurate as possible, so there will be quotes from the game. The quotes are not at all in order! I kinda just bring up random Sozo quotes as I go. Also I apologize if this doesn't make sense or if I ramble (I get excited about certain topics) 

thank you so much @7moonbird for going over and editing this for me, Love ya Pookie!

And so we start:

Sozonius was born in the days of the old faith. He was present the day the Bishops declared the genocide of the lambs and he actually played a big part in assisting the lambs survival. However, he almost got caught and had to stop helping the lambs to keep his family safe. He's never seen any of the bishops(maybe) but his village was part of Darkwood and therefore under Bishop Leshy’s ruling.

VILLAGE 

Sozonius village was mostly a colony of Carpenter Ants, there were a few other species living there too but it was mostly Carpenter Ants. I imagine there are different races of ants depending on the region they’re in; so there could be fire ants, pharaoh ants, and more! Most ants get along nicely and work together but sometimes other races of ants can be more temperamental and cause conflict between colonies. Carpenter ants are a more calm type of ants, they aren't aggressive but they are incredibly strong. Carpenters ants are known to live in trees; they hollow out trees to make their homes and they like to stay off the ground as much as possible in case of floods and other dangers.

In the colony they had their ruler, the “Queen,” who looked over the village and did queenly business (not gonna go too deep into it). Everyone had many different jobs, ants are hard workers and very strong. They made marvelous structures, farmed a lot of crops, and knew how to work together when there was a threat. Sozo’s village was one that many others would try making deals/trades with. I would talk more about his village but that's not why y’all are here lol. 

Sozonius was a fellow damn near everyone in the village knew. He loved his work and he loved to talk about it to anyone that expressed that they wanted to listen. He was that guy that you could get stuck in a conversation with and struggle to end it. He liked to ramble about his work and kids. Other than that though he never really started conversations with others, he would keep to himself unless someone interacted with him.

And I could definitely see him having a science rival but nothing too bad lol.

FAMILY

“Where am I…? Where is… my family…?”  are the words Sozo says when he turns back into Dr. Sozonius. I like to think he had a wife and two children. They didn’t have the best marriage but they made it work out for their two sons. His wife was a bit stubborn and very honest. She would say things before thinking which did cause issues, but Sozonius let it slide because he loved her so much and wanted a happy family for his sons. 

Sozonius was a very funny dude. He made dad jokes all the damn time, his family would pretend to hate the jokes but in reality they did love them. 

Sozo Dialogue “Now all Sozo can think about is mushrooms, mushrooms, MUSHROOMS… They don’t leave mush-room for anything else! Ha!”

(Also, this next idea is inspired off of @kuphulwho headcanons for Sozo. I loved her ideas and I recommend y'all look at her headcanons too!) Aside from Sozonius being a mycologist he had a side hobby of art! He wasn't the best artist, but he was really talented with sketching plants/fungi, he liked to make art of anything that interested him. He most likely wrote an educational picture book about Fungi, there's probably an old copy of it somewhere.

This art hobby caught the interest of his two sons, and they also started to pursue art. Sozonius would take his free time teaching his sons how to draw plants and such. Sozonius would hang his kids' art everywhere in their house, it was like walking into an art museum haha.

JOB

Sozonius studied mycology which means he studied fungi. Sozonius knew fungi could benefit his society and he wanted to help educate others about the importance of fungi. Soon he learned enough of a new discovery of mushroom people, neither plant nor animal…Sozonius then made the decision to go on a solo mission to study the Mushroomo people.

THE MUSHROOMOS 

Dr. Sozonius Dialogue “My name is Dr. Sozonius. I was researching the Mushroomos that live in Spore Grotto… strange creatures, Neither animal nor plant…” 

Sozonius went to Spore Grotto and at first, he studied the Mushroomo people from a distance setting up a campsite near the Mushroomo Village. When the Mushroomo people discovered Sozonius they welcomed him into their home, cheerful happy little things. Sozonius was given the chance to learn more about these strange creatures up close! How could he say no? Sozonius was welcomed into Spore Grotto and was treated like a god. 

Sozonius asked the Mushroomos many questions, but getting any actual answers from them was difficult. The Mushroomos treated Sozonius like he was their most special guest, they danced and sang for Sozonius. They would mimic Sozonius and follow him around, making sure to do anything he asked of them. There would be many times when the Mushroomos would offer to feed Sozonius menticide mushrooms but Sozonius knew a lot about fungi and declined their offers. However, there seemed to be a special Ritual the Mushroomos took part in… 

Sozonius had been in Spore Grotto for many weeks now, it was time for him to leave, he had studied enough and was ready to return home but the Mushroomos were surprisingly sad when he announced this. They wanted to show Sozonius a sacred ritual to them before he left, he wasn't aware of the menticide mushrooms being part of it…

Dr. Sozonius Dialogue “They gave me Menticide Mushrooms, and then… that’s the last thing I remember…”

After Sozonius was tricked into eating menticide mushrooms and also gave Sozonius a crown, a crown that would grow into Sozoniuss mind, he shall be the Mushroomos leader… And the new Sozo was made. (literally just think of Ice Age 2 when the lil sloths take Sid to be their fire king, however they don't sacrifice him)

The mushroom on Sozos head is very powerful, it makes me wonder what it is exactly, it gives the person wearing it immortality, but also causes the user to go insane (don't forget that Sozo is also being fed menticide mushrooms) the mushroom crown kinda reminds me of Chemachs crown. It seems to have a mind of its own and a face. I feel like the Mushroomos for days straight made sure to give Sozo a diet of only menticide mushrooms to make him forget everything and to possibly power the mushroom crown. They would constantly tell Sozo that his mind would be open and free, that it would make him feel better, and Sozo being under the influence of the mushroom listened to them.

A Mushroomo Dialogue "Once you taste the Menticide Mushroom your mind will be opened." 

As the years went by so did all the sanity Sozonius had left, but in some moments Sozonius seems to still be aware but not all there. 

Sozo Dialogue “Sozo had friends... Followers... family... now Sozo has mushrooms..."

Sozo over time seems to start to dislike his followers and call them liars. He even becomes quite cruel to his followers. Yet he also mentions that he trusts the lamb and wants the lamb to protect him from his followers which makes me believe that Sozonius is somehow a little aware and fighting against the mushroom crown’s influence. He is mad at the Mushroomos for lying to him, tricking him, making him into who he is now.

 Sozo Dialogue  “No need to thanks Sozo. Build it at your Cult then come back to me. Sozo shall grant you one last gift. Sozo is always fair. Always repays this debts. Not like those LIARS out there."

"You did it! Now I know I can trust you... not like those nasty liars outside. They are always watching, always listening! Here take this. You are Sozo's best friend, you are Sozo's only friend."

"Sozo can trust you now, Sozo will pledge himself to you! You will protect me from those liars outside and bring Sozo mushrooms!"

(Also a side note that my gf brought to my attention last second lol! Apparently parasitic mushrooms rely on insects to spread. That is probably why they tricked Sozonius into staying and eating menticide mushrooms. Maybe it's been that long since they've seen an insect)

SOZOS IMPRISONMENT

So, this next little headcanon of mine is an interesting one and might be confusing to explain. Was Sozonius imprisoned within his own mind while under the control of the mushroom crown? If he was, I can see him being stuck in a sort of loop, imagining his family and friends. Think like Mabel's Bubble from ‘Gravity Falls’ weirdmageddon. Sozonius is trapped in a mental bubble, stuck in a false reality as the now mushroom-infected Sozo takes over his body and actions. 

In Sozonius’s mental bubble he is in a place where trees are big, tall mushrooms and flowers are mushrooms, everywhere he turns its mushrooms. He knows something is wrong, everything is too strange, everyone he loves is there with him but is it real? It feels like he's living in a dream. Sozonius proceeds to talk to his friends and family as if they are actually there in which I noticed that Sozo will talk to the menticide mushrooms as if they are actual people.

Sozo Dialogue “Precious, perfect little mushrooms, Sozo is here now, Sozo will always be here…”

”Sozo is busy now… Sozo must commune with the ‘shrooms.”

As time passes more mushrooms grow in his mind prison, and they keep growing and growing until they start to grow on the people he loves. He knows something is happening, he's going mad, and he starts to search for an exit, he needs to escape this false reality that the mushroom crown has created for him. 

He starts fighting the mushroom crown’s hold on him which causes him to regain some awareness. This is when a part of him realizes he’s been tricked, and he starts refusing everything the Mushroomos give him and becomes cruel to them. However, the lambs have never done him wrong before and the lamb (from the cult) begins to be the only person he can trust. At least until it becomes too much and well… we know Sozo’s fate.

SOZO’S REVIVAL 

So Sozo doesn't get resurrected until all the bishops become mortal (at least in my playthrough)(I might change this to he was part of the cult before the bishops I’m not sure). So all the bishop siblings are in the cult and learning the ways of mortal stuff and Sozo appears around the same time, still the crazy Sozo we know and love. However, he’s still very addicted to the menticide mushrooms and both the Lamb and night workers have found Sozo digging through the mushroom crops like a lil racoon.

Based on the game, Sozo likes to run around the cult and do his own thing; he often looks very spaced out but the moment someone talks to him he starts spitting nonsense before yelling at them to go away. The only people Sozo will talk to are people that give Sozo what he wants, which is menticide mushrooms! If you do that for him he will talk your ear off with nonsense, in conversations with him he will often talk about his followers, them being liars and disgusting little creatures. One day though Sozo’s personality seems to change? He starts to tell the lamb,

 “Sozo was just here, all alone, thinking about mushrooms... Uh, Sozo means Sozo's little Mushroomo followers!”

”Yes,, they must be so lost without Sozo. They love Sozo! Everyone loves Sozo - especially Lamb!”

“Without their great and beloved Sozo, Mushroomos must be so scared... YOU! You must save them! Save them and bring them to Sozo.”

”They will be trapped in Anura. They are always getting captured when they don't have their great Sozo to protect them. Rescue them and bring them to me.”

But when you bring the followers to Sozo he ends up eating them. At first glance you can assume it's just his addiction, in which it most certainly could be! He sees a big mushroom and he's like oooo~ delicious but there's also a possibility of this being Dr. Sozonius’s anger coming out. The whole fighting against the mushroom crown’s influence and realization that he’s been tricked. Maybe a mix of his addiction and anger for what they did to him? I’m not too sure if Sozo eating the Mushroomos was a problem before he joined the cult.

Of course, this addiction must be stopped so the lamb decides enough is enough and refuses to get more Mushroomos. This causes Sozo to dissent and, with little choice, the Lamb has to put him in rehab. I imagine it would’ve been a struggle getting Sozo to the prison without the Red Crown’s help. With the power of an ant that is Sozo’s size it's a miracle he didnt break that pillory while he was in it. Sozo just stayed silent and didn't fight; the person he had put his trust and hope in has imprisoned him. Sozo is a bit depressed at that moment. 

After Sozo has been re-educated, released, and cured of his addiction the mushroom crown finally falls off his head. Which, like I said before, makes me wonder, was it being powered by the menticide mushrooms Sozo has been eating or is it something else?

But Dr. Sozonius talks about some stuff before saying,

Dr. Sozonius Dialogue “I can’t help but feel that I have you to thank for… something. You have my loyalty, I will remain here and serve you. Please, take this!”

Sozonius was ready to live his life rather than reunite with his family in the afterlife. He wasn't expecting to be resurrected after dying in the cult from old age. But Sozonius gave the lamb their loyalty and promised to stay in the cult and serve them. The Lamb had been so kind as to give Sozonius an immortality necklace, the Lamb didn’t want Sozonius to go yet… and Sozo’s heart was too kind and soft. He will have to wait a bit longer to return home to his family, but maybe some good things will come out of staying longer~

Also! Who do we think Sozo was talking to? 

A Mushroomo Dialogue "Who is Sozo talking to when he whispers in the dark...?"

Is he talking to himself? The mushrooms? Or the Fox?

[nightsunecilpse]

I’m becoming more and more fond of solarballs, but I’ve noticed a common issue in the fandom: shipping. Every fandom has its shipping debates, but the problem isn’t just about disagreements over which ship is the best. The real question is whether particular ships are considered incest. If you take into account that all the planets come from the sun's leftovers, then yes, in a cosmic way. However, the argument I'm going to raise is that some of the celestial bodies can and have developed feelings for each other, like Titania and Titan. Let's consider the show is educational and viewed by children, so we can safely rule out anything dubious happening. Evidence of what the celestial bodies could be to each other can be told in "What if planets collide?" Venus and Mars were grossed out by Earth comparing planet collision to making babies and they were quick to shoot the idea down. This may mean that none of the celestial bodies aren't like the earthlings who need to reproduce to make new beings. Make sense, the celestial bodies are not biological, so they can't be biologically related. The best they can do is put labels on each. Similar to how Neptune calls Uranus cousin or how the little moons of Neptune call Triton (who is technically not even Neptune's original moon) big brother.

So from whatever I can gather, it's fine to ship the characters together if y'all want. I mean, these characters are based on the celestial bodies of the solar system. But hey, if It's already silly why stop here, right? Have fun in the fandom space and try not to clash with each other.

I'm gonna sound like a hypocrite but Neptune does see Uranus as a cousin so mind me not taking to the ship.

[ask-heartslabyul]

I know this is completely out of the blue but, I just want to let y'all know that the owner behind this account stands with Palestine & supports Palestinian liberation. What is currently happening in Gaza is truly a tragedy and, it is heartbreaking seeing numerous photos and videos of civilians mourning the lost of friends and family.

What's even more heartbreaking is seeing Zionist justify the attacks and defending IDF soldiers who are literally killing and terrorizing innocents. There is no excusing genocide; what Palestinians are going through is an active ethnic cleansing.

What is happening in the north is reminding me of how privileged I am. I can eat, sleep, play games, and carry on about my day without having to worry about bombs and, if I'm going to live to see the next day or not. The innocents in Gaza deserve to enjoy their life. They deserve to do the same things I do without having to worry about the constant air strikes, white phosphorus, and the sound of gunshots that ring their ears. The people of Gaza deserve to sleep comfortably in their beds at night with full bellies. The children deserve to attend school regularly and, play with their friends.

But instead, they're taking shelter inside tents, schools, and hospitals with minimum food, water, and severe injuries. Nobody shouldn't have to be subjected to this kind of torture. What isreal is doing to Gaza should count as a war crime.

SHAME ON ISREAL, AND SHAME ON THE US GOVERNMENT AND JOE BIDEN SPECIFICALLY FOR SENDING BILLIONS TO THEM JUST SO THEY CAN CARRY OUT GENOCIDE AND CONTINUE MASSACRING INNOCENT PALESTINIANS.

For those reading this please continue to boycott companies and corporates that both supports and funds Israel. Continue educating yourself and speaking out about what's happening.

Ignore and don't fall for the propaganda isreal and zionist continue to use. Ignore the notion that being pro-palestine automatically makes you "anti semitic". It doesn't, it makes you pro-human rights. Also if you're pro isreal or "neutral" on what's happening, then you're on the wrong side of history. You cannot be neutral on genocide and human rights. There is NO neutral stance here.

Free Palestine from the apartheid system. Free them from war. Return the land that rightfully belongs to Palestinians.

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[kaisitzybitzyworld]

Jeon Jungkook

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"Sir this way please" "JINN"

"Kim Namjoon tell us about your next accomplishment"

"Sir this side" "DO y'all young lads have any girls yet?"

"LOOK OVER HERE BTS"

The blinding flashes of the cameres makes it almost impossible to comprehend where to look.

"Sirs, you all may step down and follow me inside the venue" I could hardly hear Martha say that.

"NO BTS! BTS! WAIT!! JK TELL US ABOUT THE BLONDE CHICK YOU HAD IN YOUR ARMS LAST NIGHT"

"I told you to be more discrete about your little adventures jk" Namjoon shook his head.

Giving him a slight smirk I turned around to look at the reporter who mentioned that and gave him a distinct view of my middle finger.

The crowd roared and hollered. My hand was yanked down by Martha but it wasn't of any use. "You people never fail to make me regret being your manager"

"Hey! You love us. We keep you entertained"

The event started shortly after.

Half way into the event, I couldn't help but zone out.

"..... we are thrilled to have the most important people in music industry amongst us right now. BTS's success has been skyrocketing and now that they are getting involved in funding for children's education all over the world, we cannot thank them enough for their generosity" with that the Host of the event finally stepped down.

In between yawns and fatigue, I failed to realise that it was finally time for us to go home. I saw Namjoon hyung bidding goodbyes while the others ushered him to hurry. Safe to say every one of us was tired as hell.

"Remind me why we have to attend all these boring charity events" yoongi hyung sighed and leaned back in his car seat.

"Because we have to"

The car ride back to the hotel didn't seem as long as it did while coming. That's a relief.

We followed our manager inside the hotel lobby and collected our room cards.

"I can't wait to talk to my little bird" jimin said as we stepped inside the elevator. "I miss her"

"Min, you don't just "talk" to her" Yoongi said making the others snicker.

"Whatever hyung, you're just jealous"

Within a few minutes we reached out floor and with a nod I left for my room.

As soon as my back fell on the bed, I was out like the light.

"Wake up, dude. Manager wants us to meet in Namjoon's room"

Through a sleepy haze, I recognized taehyung's voice calling me. I checked the time on my phone. It was nearly 8.

I got up and went to the shower. After doing the needful, I came out in a towel and blow dried my hair.

"May I come in, sir?" A soft voice from the outside spoke.

"Come in"

With a small push at the door, a pretty face came in holding a tray with coffee.

"Keep it on the bedside table"

She did as I said with a nod all the while glancing not so sneakily at my physique. "Would you like anything else, sir? Anyway I can.. perhaps please you?

I turned on my heels and walked closer to the bed and sat down. Taking a sip of the coffee I asked "what's your name?"

"Leila"

"Hmm well, Leila, what do you have to please me?"

"I- well, I can do what you'd like me to do?"

Getting up from my position on the bed, I inched clower to her. With one hand holding the mug, the other tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and I leaned in to say

"How well can you use that pretty mouth of yours?"

She looked up with eyes gleaming with eagerness and quickly got on her knees. As she was about to pull the hem of my towel, the door opened loudly.

"OH god dude, it's 10 in the morning , our fucking manager is out there waiting for us. And you were too busy getting your dick sucked."

"Shut up, tae"

Leila hastily got off her knees and proceeded towards the door.

Giving me a last glance, she was out of the door.

"Get ready bro" and with that Tae left too.

After 10 minutes I was done with everything and with a last look at myself in the mirror, got out of my room.

On my arrival, everyone inside Namjoon's room heaved a sigh of relief and everyone cheered "Finally!"

"Yeah yeah whatever. So why are we here gathered today?"

"Yes I have an important news to share" Martha said

"Yes we've been hearing that for some time now. Spill it"

"Patience, bud. So you all have been invited to be the main guests at a school's prog-"

"What? Wait! School?"

"School??"

"Seriously? Kids?"

The seven of us got immediately heated at the mention of school. Seriously ??? We will entertain school kids now? What the fuck?

"Guys calm down"

Martha tried to settle us through all the commotion going around the room.

Among the loud voices, Namjoon spoke up "what will we do in a school event? Our concepts are too mature for them, don't you think?"

"I know, Namjoon. But they aren't asking you to sing your songs there. They are only asking you to go there, judge them." Martha said almost pleading.

"What do you mean 'judge them' ?" Namjoon asked again.

"Well that event is basically a competition between them and other different schools. This is held every year and the host school changes. The host school invites big artists to be present there through the time they prepare and perform and judge them on basis of unity and talent." Martha explained.

"DO we have to live there? Like, go to the school everyday to see them prepare for a performance we will see later? That doesn't make sense" Yoongi said.

"No, you don't literally have to live there on campus to monitor them. The principal will personally guide you around the school, give a tour Basically. Tell you about the history of the school, cultural significance. That school is known for having students from different cultures and they show their cultures in these events."

"So we go there, learn about the school's history, mark them on their talent and leave?" Namjoon asked.

"Yes that's it, it should be easy right?" Martha asked hopeful.

"What will we get out of it? Like why should we go?" Namjoon's question sparked interest in all of us.

"Well for starters, your rumours about this and that girl will be put on a hold, the media will focus on your generosity for making time to attend a school event. Your popularity among school kids will increase and you'll gain a lot of profit"

With a hum everyone fell became silent.

"So, which school are we going to?" I finally spoke up.

"It's the Agatha highs"

After informing us that we will be leaving for North Yorkshire tomorrow, we were sent back to our rooms to pack our stuff.

I came back to my room and fell down on my bed with a sigh. After a few minutes I got up to pack my suitcases.

As the night came everyone was too tired to meet at the dining area to eat. So we ordered our food in our respective rooms.

After my dinner, I went to sleep early.

_______________________________________________________

By 8 in the morning, all of us were already inside the plane. Ready to leave.

I was in my seat, with my eyes closed. I could hear the other members talk about work and random stuff.

I wonder what Yorkshire has in store for us. I can only hope this event will put the media's attention on the positive side of our career than the rumours. My last scandal about that girl blew up on a large scale, almost affecting our sale. This event might help in the sale of our upcoming album, so I am actually trying to make the best out of it. It can't be that hard. Just go, listen to their yapping, judge. That's it. It's as easy as-

"OH my- oh.. I'm, ah, hii" my inner pep talk was interrupted by a hushed voice.

I cracked open one eye to see one of the cabin crew member close to my face, with an excited and broad smile. She was pretty. Not gonna lie. With blue eyes, red painted lips and that outfit hugging her perfect body and ass, maybe she can help me get through this torturous 10 hours flight?

"Omg I can't believe this. Hi, I'm Brooklyn, brook for short. You're- you're-"

"Yes, I'm Jeon Jungkook from BTS"

[redjaybathood]

who are you responding? no, seriously, you blocked me, who are you responding, the voices in your head? i don't even remember this guy tbh so I'm seriously puzzled what's the convo is even about.

there's a good chance that if I called you a tankie, it's for being a tankie. otherwise i would just say something like pro-russian.

who says i don't? I repeatedly said that citizens are responsible for their governments. yeah, if your government is throwing a Muslim minority into concentration camps for "re-education" and you're being like: it's chill! you're fucked up, bud.

North Koreans are just not someone you would see on the Internet defending North Korea tho. Let's say them being in a totally unique 24/7 prison is letting them off the hook.

the whole "why aren't you blaming X, then?" is stinking with imperialistic thinking. what you want to say, but don't have the guts, is: but it makes me responsible for my government, too! and guess what? it. fucking. does. So y'all better go vote, and don't do the "protest vote" shit I've seen promoted here. because y'all gonna be responsible for the results.

I was wondering whether to respond or not when I was sent this post up to a point where I saw that this user is clearly replying to me without any chance to me responding, and dismantling their bullshit bit by bit because they preemptively blocked me.

but yeah, excuse me if I don't think that Russian aristocrat was being oppressed here because their bank refused to serve them anymore. In fact, her and your positioning her as a victim of oppression is an act of weaponsied victimhood, thing that russians use to paint themselves as a victim of whatever shit they do. Who knows why bank refused to serve her, maybe it's due to their AML policy. I know they continue to serve russians abroad, especially naturalized ones who already have citizenship of the country they're in. It is very doubtful that an anglo-russian countess was discriminated against based on her ethnicity, here. Because, and I repeat, it's not a thing! I regularly work with companies from the UK that employ russians and guess what, they all have bank accounts!

One obviously mentally ill man (read the fucking article you're linking), okay. Not seeing you becrying any of the numerous hate crimes in Canada against Ukrainians and Ukrainian church. Like, desecration of a Ukrainian Catholic church, an arson of a rectory, a murder attempt on a Ukrainian Canadian priest via arson as well. Not to mention the hate on campuses, or how Canadian university professors participating in misinformation campaign against Ukrainians on twitter... Like. Buddy. It's not even funny.

again, read the article you linking:

Next:

AGAIN, READ THE FUCKING ARTICLE

besides, it's dated may 2022. assuming it was true although written by a russian; the current landscape in Europe is far different. In Germany, Ukrainian children are being bullied both by Germans and by Russians. Ukrainian adults are being killed by russians who then steal their kids. Assaults of Ukrainians by Russians in France, in the UK, in the Nordics. Should I go on?

I don't. But I have a translator. And I also have an article for you: it's 1000 possibly hate motivated crimes against Russians in the first year of full-scale invasion, in Berlin, versus more than 3K against Ukrainians, same time period, same city. Like, cry me a fucking river!

Russians abroad are still killing us! Don't you get it!

read the fucking article again, it's from Feb 2022

YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHERED TO CLICK ON IT WHY ARE YOU RECOMMENDING IT

you are a fucking hack. everything you said about russians being discriminated turned out to be not even something you bothered to read! just random headlines!!!

why the fuck a reaction reading information on the wrongdoings against Ukrainians by your country would be "Ukrainians don't deserve peace"??? I think there's something wrong with your overview on life.

Russians can go ahead and start on that way to peace by pulling out of Ukraine and not starting any more genocidal wars!!! if you want to grant them any peace before that, you are supporting them above their victims.

i dunno if you're a tankie, i cannot look it up, and did i ever call you that and under what circumstances, but you are certainly something.

If it's not obvious, I do not support any violence or hate crimes against Russians. All that I ask from the world, is not to promote or platform them.

[nescaveckwriter]

Wandering Love - Chapter Three❤️💞

A/N: Awww I know it's been awhile, but here's Chapter 3 🐞, hope y'all enjoy this one💞

Side note: Thank you for the love and support 🐞💕

Warnings: Violence, mentions of sexual content, some scenes may be triggering please read with care.

The glistening moon is high in the sky, no stars in sight, a shotgun, resting against the wooden door, a rocking chair , going back and forth, lean fingers clasping to the handle, the long blond hair, getting tossed around, every now and again as the wind picks up, the brown worn out Stetson boots, tapping to the sounds of the crickets, the cowboy hat, is drawn low, so that you can't make out her face.

 A smile tugging at her rosy plum lips, as she recalls the memories of the man she loves, the deepest blue eyes, you've ever seen, his accent deep Texan, definitely different from the folks she used too know in New York, he was a large big man, towering over her, but she never felt afraid no, she felt safe, thinking back now, she felt home, but she left him there that day on the train station, wanting to explore the world, searching for a adventure around every corner, to learn less privileged kids literature, her parents never quite understood her wild spirit, she was highly educated, but wanted to travel, instead of marry a banker and get a white picket fence, with little ones running around.

Its been almost five years now, that she left him, standing there, she almost didn't leave, her heart was breaking, but she knew if she didn't go, she'd might look back one day and blame him, and no way she'd wanted to do that, she loved him to much to. But, if only she never left, she was always a lover and not a fighter oh no, but that sweet man, of hers told her that, if she's going to leave he will make sure she can protect herself, he taught her how to ride a horse, how to throw a punch, or two, always so careful not to hurt her, he's such a gentle teddy bear, but when the training with the guns, came she didn't want anything to do with it, but he insisted, so the first time, she pulled that trigger of that '45 the kickback was so surprising, that it threw her to the ground, of course he laughed but he helped her up, dusting her off, placing a sweet kiss on her lips, saying "you can do this my sweet little woman-child" and well today, she's got two 45's holstered on her belt, yeah her life, didn't exactly turn out as planned, she went about three towns over, when she got a place to stay by a sweet family of four, growing quite fond off them, two beautiful children and boy who took after his father and a little girl, who reminded her a lot of herself of that age, so she taught them how to read, and write.

 A tear rolling down her cheek, one day when she came in from the fields, bringing some corn and other vegetables, she heard the kids screaming , "Mommy" and as she ran in, she saw the two kids hiding underneath the table, there mother beaten, her dress torn, three men towering over her laughing, she screamed at them "leave her alone" which made one of the pigs turn around, tapping the other men, "aren't she a pretty one, so young, I will have some fun with you," she's not really sure where she got the courage from but she howled back, "you want me come and get me" the big man laughed, walking towards her with big ole steps, he stood a few inches from her and she threw a punch to his face, he didn't even dent backwards, he just laughed and threw her to the ground.

As he wear tearing at her dress, she saw his weapon at his side, and she went and grabbed it, pulling the trigger without any warning, the big guy, fell on her, and it must've been the adrenaline, but she rolled him off of her, getting up and shooting the other man and then the other, she was shaking like crazy, she was forced to take not only one life but three that day, tears was staining her cheeks, but the woman was grateful and the kids still had a mother, as for her , the sheriff of that town wanted to arrest, her, she shot he's brother so that's probably why. And ever since that day she's a renegade that's on the run, standing up for the folks who can't stand up for themselves. That's what brings her too this old town ' Grave Springs'

Sitting on the porch, waiting for other heartless bandits, and bounty hunters to come take this older man Bobby Singer and get the reward, dead or alive, he supposedly murdered his wife, but she knew it was the Jefferson brothers, her good friend she made along the way, he's a sheriff a couple towns over, one if the good one's, Dean Winchester, Bobby is like a father to him and his brother Sam, so when she got the request to come and keep an eye on him, till they can get here, she said she'll do it without hesitation. So while the old man is getting some shut eye for the road ahead, she's out here keeping watch, reminiscing about her life, and every now and again, remembering the love she found in Benny.

Whispering underneath her breath "I still miss someone, I'll never get over those blue eyes, I see them everywhere, I miss those arms that hold me," she heard the song playing in a saloon and it stuck with her, resonating with the words, the only problem is she is the one who left, not him.

 Her eyes wet as she dreams about what could've been, but he's probably gotten a wife by now, no way, he'll wait for her, he has gotten quite a few more years on her. Oh how many times, did she wanted to get on 'Savannah' and ride her up in the mountains, tell him she's there to stay in his arms, till the day she dies, but how could she bring all this to him, not much the people chasing her, but more the person who she is now, she's not the little woman-child he used too know, she's not his Willow now more, nowadays she goes by, CJ, short for her real name, Charlotte June.

She not the lover anymore, but rather a fighter now, fighting in more ways than one, fighting to stay alive, fighting to stay out of jail, fighting to stay the woman she was five years ago, fighting not to give into her hearts request to and get her man, hell all she ever does is fight, and to be honest she's tired of feeling so damn tired.

Taking a sip, of the small bottle of Jack, she can't help but smile, remembering how much Benny liked he's liquid gold, that was until they spend some time together, he didn't drink as much, they were to busy, loving each other.

Glancing over the stretched out darkness she can't help to feel that's the way her soul feels, she hated sitting still, that's when her head is filled with all those memories and thoughts, its exhausting. But it's her fate, and there ain't  a damn thing, she can do about it!

Her head shifting to the left as she hear the rustling of the leaves, already getting up out of the chair, grabbing the shotgun pointing it in the direction of the noise, the moonlight just lining out a figure of a big fella stepping out off the bushes...

Chapter Four Here :)

[gogreenordie]

This Started Out About College Applications but Turned Into A Rant About Top 20 Universities like the Ivies and Classism; I'm Sorry

I have beef with the way college applications are done right now. You're telling me that I have to send you my standardized test scores (for a test that was taken during a global pandemic), PAY for those to be sent to you (even though this is being done online and could be done through email for free), write multiple essays, pay YOU [the university] to send you my application, all for me to either:

a) be rejected and waste money from application/score send fees and time I spent writing essays for you

or

b) be accepted and pay you another 100 grand, which I cannot afford, and which you will not help me with, all for an education that I could get online for free, but which would be useless without a degree since our society puts more merit into the actual paper* and proof of "good education" than the actual education??

*AND THIS INCLUDES HOW PISSED I AM THAT IVY LEAGUE DEGREES OR DEGREES FROM A TOP 10 SCHOOL HELP YOU GET A JOB MORE THAN NON-IVIES. For the record, the whole "omfg an ivy is the best" is rooted in classism. Just because a person went to an ivy league school doesn't mean they are smarter!! Just because a person could afford to pay for that sort of education does not mean they are superior to someone who could not afford it and therefore did not go to that sort of college.

And just so I am not misconstrued on here bc Ik y'all LOVEEEE to do that: I am not saying that Ivy League schools are bad schools. They have incredible programs and leading experts/world-class professors teaching, along with a plethora of resources that other schools do not, which does give an Ivy League student an "edge" in their education that other college students may not have.

BUT I would like to point out how SHITTY IT IS that legacy-students or people who can afford 80, 000 a year tuition are given that edge through an Ivy League education. An education that other students (namely those of a lower socioeconomic class) cannot access because of their class status which just perpetuates poverty cycles. So, yes, Ivy League students may have an "edge," but this is only because they had the family (legacy status) or the money that they can access those resources. An Ivy League education does not mean that one is "smarter" than those who do not have it. They are most likely just richer.

And before you all say "what about financial aid?? what about need-blind admission policies?? people of lower socioeconomic status should access education through that!!"

First of all, did you know that you are LESS LIKELY to be accepted to a university (this includes all the T20 schools, UChicago, NYU, the Ivies, all those) if you indicate that your family requires financial assistance? Need-blind is a joke.

According to a study done by Opportunity Insights, a group of economists at Harvard (yes, they can recognize their place in a system and still perpetuate it), Ivy-Leagues "favor the children of the ultra-wealthy," AND "the study also shows that academically high-performing students from middle-income families are among the least likely to gain admission to one these elite colleges."

About 40% of students from the wealthiest families who scored at the 99th percentile on the SAT or ACT class attend an Ivy-plus college, according to that study. If you score 99th percentile as a student from the poorest families in the United States, that number is cut in HALF at 20%.

"So are you saying that the wealthy student shouldn't be given admission?? Their scores are in the 99th percentile???" Not what I am saying. I'm pointing out that students from the poorest families are less likely to gain admission simply because they are poor. You want to know what I'm saying?? Colleges should also be admitting those students who scored high who are from the working class. I'm saying colleges should not let wealth dictate admission.

Combine that with the recent court-case where top 20 colleges ADMITTED that they were trying to pay the least bit possible for students of lower socioeconomic class?? The court-case where colleges settled, bc it was revealed that top 20s are less likely to admit students who required financial aid?? Where at least 17 UNIVERSITIES used a shared methodology to find financial need in a way that "reduces institutional dollars to students from working- and middle-class families." (my emphasis). Where at least 17 universities "consider students’ ability to pay and favor the wealthy."

No wonder these schools are chock full of classism. These schools are more concerned with making a profit then the worldview of their students, and the kids they are admitting are in a rich kid bubble. You want to talk about why the United States--whose government are mostly made out of people who went to Top 20 schools-- is so awful to its lower classes and homeless population? This is why. The people who are eventually going to be leaders in government and business have NO IDEA what it is like to be a person in that situation, and they have never interacted with a person in that situation.

We have to change the system. Let me repeat this for you guys: WE HAVE TO CHANGE THE SYSTEM.

And one final thing: This is not attacking anyone who went to an Ivy League!! You went to Yale, congratulations. I am simply pointing out stuff, ok? nobody is blaming you for a broken institution.

You guys can disagree w/ me, and you can even put it in comments here, I welcome discussion, and I actually WANT this post to start discussion, but pls don't call me like a dumb bitch or wtv in the comments.

I cannot reiterate this enough, pls do not doxx me or bully me or wtv. I am literally just a girl. With college admission season and everything, I will have a breakdown if somebody even calls me a mean name.

Citations for quotes:

University of Chicago agrees to $13.5M settlement in financial aid case - The Washington Post

Ivy colleges favor rich kids for admission, while middle-class students face obstacles, study finds - CBS News

[weebsinstash]

*sighs as I add the yandere Batfam to my Blorbo list* do y'all ever have such a genuinely unsatisfying life and childhood you start for whatever reason vicariously living through age regression ideas where you're literally raised by other people

Like imagine you're a superhero/vigilante but you're fairly small time and you've actually bumped into Batman a handful of times and, he actually likes you, your heart is in the right place, and through some wacky villain shenanigans or some Lazarus Pit fuckery, you get zapped by a ray gun or hit wirh a spell or "resurrected wrong" and suddenly Bruce has to deal with a de-aged you, a teenager without their adult memories and aged back to before you developed your skills or your metagene that gave you your powers

And here's Batman already shoving adopted children into his pockets like breadsticks at olive garden "oh no, ANOTHER orphan/kid with a horrible childhood in need of a home? Whatever shall we do. Oh no my hand slipped and I already texted Alfred to prepare a room to stay and oh no my Waynazon shopping list is suddenly full of new furniture and gifts and clothes and i already emailed Dick and Barabaras university so you can get a better education and oh wow just what is going on this is so weird"

Alfred standing by with his dry wit whenever Reader gets hormonal or does typical teenager things "ah yes, yelling 'I hate you' and slamming doors, I definitely didn't have enough of this experience raising you, Master Wayne" but like he adores it really, we all know this man is a caretaker at heart and as someone who 'knew you before' st least through what Bruce has told him, he's happy to help give you a better life

Of course then complications arise whenever Reader gets her memory back (and potentially extremely pissed she was kept as a child and literally no attempts, none, zero, nada, zilch attempts were made to turn her back to normal) and she's like "ok well I'm mentally an adult again but I'm still in a kids body, let's try and turn me back and then I can be a real adult again" and the entire batfamily is just "OR, hear me out, OR. You could stay here though? And if you wanna be a crimefighter you should at least stay with us but like its jusr ao dangerous though what if you got hurt 🥺" IF they let you return to hero work at all but let's be real, if you did, I think Bruce would be so proud to put a little bat symbol or R or whatever on your uniform cause it's like, awwww bonding, everyone's gonna know you're his lil protege 🥰

And imagine Reader goes to confront Bruce about this whole thing and you just start bawling because "was I just such a pathetic loser before that you wanted to change everything about me" and like he did the whole thing with good intentions but, YEAH he did absolutely lie to you and kind of shape you a little for the few years you were "raised" by him and you're standing there with your new clothes and your new haircut and all the hobbies he's paid for and the education he's paid for and all the new things you've learned and can do because he had the resources to give them to you and you're wondering what was so unlikable about you before that he doesnt want you to be that person again, to be the person you've always known and lived your life as

Suffice to say he isn't going to turn you back at all and if you have to "return to your old self" by literally naturally aging back to your "original age" then so be it. You've got an entire mansion filled with your loving 'family' and you're happy and you're healthy and really, maybe you're just being anxious and scared and all it will take is time for you to adjust and see that all of them know what's best. Amd if you never do adjust and you're just kept around anyways, well, it doesn't make much of a difference to them. Hell, maybe they'll find a hero or villain or magic user who can, you know, maybe make you forget all about the life you had before, completely wipe your head until only the Wayne family, your family, is left

Really, Bruce would consider it just to hear you call him 'Dad' again

[underlust-but-like-acearo]

Yeah, I don't want to make it a big thing but like.. Aside from the obvious things that were wrong with Underlust, as someone on the acearo spectrum and a nonbinary indivual, I do wanna point out the sort of general queerphobia that's attached to Underlust? Obviously there's more nuance to be had, but here's just some things I've been sitting on for a while.

The biggest thing in my mind was definitely the issue of how morality and sexuality were handled, because this has just always been something so glaringly obvious to me. All the quote on quote "good" characters are less sexual or not sexual at all, and the "bad" characters are overly sexual. Blah blah blah it's not up to the author to tell you what is good and what is bad, be critical... But it has always been very disconcerting to me how the character we're guided to sympathise with, Mettaton, blatantly calls the characters who are more sexual (and also portrayed as kinda unlikeable), "gross". There's a general vibe that sexuality is bad, sexuality is gross, and also that it's not the most real or goodest form of love. It's up to the asexual character to go to through the Underground and snap these goddamn heathens out of their lustful trance! And like wow?? What can I say but yikes.

Also, the issue of libido. Libido being heavily conflated with a lack of restraint and also being presented as something that makes you attracted to everyone all the time? It's not a very flattering image of sexuality, and it's also sorta misinformed. To put it shortly, libido (sexual arousal), sex acts (e.g sex), and sexual attraction (if and who you're attracted to) are different things. All the monsters in Underlust have high libidos, have a lot of sex, and wanna have it with everyone. And the asexual character we got, Frisk, probably was gonna have low or no libido, never have sex, and be sexually attracted to nobody. You had all three or you didn't, which is very reductive to say the least. It's good that asexuals were acknowledged and I love ace Frisk with all my heart.. But this is a very narrow, misguided and unfortunately common way people understand sexuality. High libido and bisexuality aren't intrinsically attached to one another. High libido and allosexuality aren't intrinsically attached to one another. High libido and sexual acts aren't intrinsically attached to one another <- being aroused doesn't make you a jerk that crosses people's boundaries, and being aroused is not always expressed openly by said person. Again, it's all just a very reductionist way to look at sexuality.

Also, this is just a teeny weeny thing, but aging up is a bit complicated of a topic for me. Having a character be of consenting age is important if they're going to be sexualised for obvious reasons, but the complete absence of children from any story featuring or discussing sex can be troublesome in its own right. Making sure kids are educated about sex from a young age and letting them be a part of discussions is important for protecting kids from sexual abuse and ensuring their sexual health. Removing children from the conversation makes them ignorant, it makes them feel ashamed, isolated, and puts them at greater risk of harm. Also, Underlust is just so obviously queer, and I'm sure I don't need to get into a conversation about how some people think that children can't be queer, or think exposing them to queerness is inappropriate. This is all wayyy beyond the scope of the original work, but I think it's important to think about.

And the last thing on my mind doesn't have to do with the au itself actually, but I'm looking towards people in the UTMV fandom. Some of y'all with your shipping are just.. Uhh.. Well. I've said it before and I'll say it again, but being overly sexual or flamboyant does NOT make you feminine. If you think being promiscuous is an inherently feminine trait, you are partaking in the sexism my guy. If you think that a gay ship NEEDS to have someone be assigned 'the guy' and someone be assigned 'the girl', you are partaking in homophobia my guy. And if you think that LUST should be the GIRL in a relationship when paired with someone else, double whammy, that is both sexism AND homophobia!! I'm bonking you on the head, cut that out. (If a gay man wants to call themselves the 'wife' in a relationship, that's their own business, but treating it like that's the standard is not okay.)

Maybe I didn't go over everything as thoroughly as I could have here, but I've been typing for a bit and I'm sure you guys get the picture. If you have commited any of the cardinal sins here (joke), that's okay. I honestly don't think the creator meant to portray this, and I don't think anyone in the fandom has bad intentions, but it's still important to examine our own prejudices and misunderstandings and learn to be better. Just because you did a bad thing or didnt know better before doesn't mean that you're a bad person. Peace and love on planet earth, let's make Underlust best au in the whole world, okay?

[weebnotheree]

~ Like i want you ~ PT 1

Ai Hoshino x Ex Male Reader

M/n pov

Ai is calling her ex-boyfriend on a public phone she wears sunglasses and a cap to hide her identity, Ai speaks in a relaxed tone

"[M/n]-kun I'm calling you not because I want to get back with you but don't you want to meet your son and your daughter?"

Ai is talking on the phone while leaning her back on public phones

"they've been four years old now and you haven't visited them at all"

I rub my face as I shift in my bed and rub my face "….mm..I have to see my vocal coach today… but after yeah sure" I say with a soft tone but you could tell I just woke up.

There is brief pause she speaks in a tone

"I know this is sudden and you probably don't want to see me but I think I'd be best for you just to have a little chat with me about our children"

She pauses again

"I need one favor from you could you please come to this address I need to talk about Aquamarine's education which is the most important thing about him"

She gave you the address

"Alright.. just give me a minute" i told her. I was tired and needed to process and wake myself up fully.

"Sure." She waited patiently

As I got up and getting ready and the left the phone on without hanging up. I pick the phone back up and head out the door to my car as I put the phone on speaker "okay…I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Sure. Take your time" She said with a tone before she hung up.

After few minutes of driving you received a text from Ai saying

💬"Please bring your kids with you, they've been four years old and you still haven't visit them so I think I'd be best if you take with you and I promise I'll never make a scene"

💬"you have them idiot 😑" I replied back to her.

Ai is left in disbelief she texts you again

💬"I am the only one who took care of our children for the past four years even during my career as an idol I made sure I gave them special care and attention. It's about time you show up and fulfill your responsibilities as the father of my children"

She was not backing down on this topic

💬"Let me just say that I would have taken care of them four years ago if you had told me you were pregnant… but you didn't. And you tell me now that I have kids?" I replied back to her

You are not able to make her budge from this topic now

💬"I made a stupid decision in my late teen years and I was scared to inform you but now I need you in my children's life. So please don't back out of this"

💬"I would have loved to be be there when they were born… But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna be a father" I replied back

Ai sighs in relief a she read your message.

💬"I am glad that you are finally realizing that this is very important"

Ai texted you the address again

💬"Please come to this address after meeting with the coach and I insist that you bring your twins with you"

💬"are they…at the private daycare again?"

💬"yes they are in daycare but please you need to take care of them with me not just leaving them always with someone else" Ai texted.

I go to the private daycare, get out of my car, and go inside the private daycare.

The twins are playing with toys in the daycare and seem to be really attached to the workers here

I was walking up to my kids as I call them, "Ruby, Aqua."

They look at you with happy expressions and run towards you and both hug you tightly

As they hug you tightly the daycare workers all seem a bit surprised that you are taking the kids with you this time

The kids have no problem coming with you

"So you guys want ice cream?" I say as I hold their hands and we start walking out of the daycare.

The twins nod at you and seem happy that they are going with you

You could see the daycare workers looking at you in a worried expression like they've got no idea why are you suddenly taking the kids with you this time.

i glanced back at the workers and see they're staring with a worried look "What are y'all staring at?"

They try to look away as they see you noticing but there is no way that they would get away from the fact that you are taking the kids with you for some odd reason and that's what is making them worried about the whole situation

"Are you question my authority of my kids?" I glare at the workers.

One of the workers speak up.

"No sir we are just concerned of why are you taking the kids with you since you haven't visited them for such a long time"

"So..I can't come and see or get my kids is what you're telling me?" I asked in a cold tone.

The worker seems to be a bit taken aback by your cold tone and replies you

"Sir you can take your kids anytime you want, but we need to tell you that your ex-girlfriend had been the one who was mostly taking care of them for the past four years so we are a little bit concerned why are you suddenly taking your kids with you like this"

"That's cause she's just now telling me I have kids…." I narrow my eyes "Don't question our business…"

At this point the worker is starting to feel a bit threatened by you and she speaks nervously

"Alright sir, we'll not inquire you any further and just know that as long as your kids are comfortable being with you then we have no problem. I hope you have a wonderful day with you and your children"

And the worker does the sign of the cross in hopes everything goes smoothly with you and your children

smiles like nothing just happened before picking up Ruby and Aqua and leaving.

The workers breathe a sigh of relief as you leave with both kids without any issue after leaving and getting them ice cream I drove to AI's house

You reach AI's house in few minutes it is a huge mansion and Ai herself is waiting at the door with a relaxed expression

"I see you brought our children with you, so you are finally going to take your responsibility as a father,"

Ai spoke

"Isn't that what I'm doing 😑"

She rolls her eyes

"I know this is sudden but do keep in mind that you need to take care of them as well from now on so please visit them from time to time...Do you understand [M/n]-kun, this is your responsibility now,"

"Yeah yeah" I told her as i let the kids out the care and told them to go inside the house.

She seems to be satisfied with your answer and speaks after a pause

"This is off topic but I just need to ask you about something if you don't mind"

I shut the back door and look at her with a tired look. "What is it"

"I'm just curious but in our relationship why were you always so distant to me? Like you never cared about me... Did I do anything wrong during that time or was it that you just simply didn't love me?" she asked in a sad tone.

[paperboy-pb]

Now that the prologue is done, I can't thank the fans of this series enough.

No, we haven't hit any particular follower milestone. The story has just begun. And most of you haven't given me any sort of financial support to help me out, either. (And that's alright! I haven't asked, lol.)

I'm thanking you for just being apart of the audience.

I started PB in a little blue notebook during the summer of 2015. It was originally meant for my eyes only. And a big part of the reason why was that, when I googled things like "Special Ed makes me feel bad," there wouldn't be much of anything coming up. There were Quora forums! A couple of YouTube videos. Articles here and there.

But it wasn't a lot. Not enough to help me out for long. And it only hammered the idea further into my head that I was alone in what I endured. As I got older, grew up, and away from the program and people who took my disabled youth, I constantly felt this urge to talk about it. What SpEd had put me through. What I'd lost. What I'd seen & heard. The things I did and didn't learn. Even though I was never a very open kid, let alone teenager.

I hated that no one was talking about it. And how nobody knew what happened to kids like me behind closed doors. At 13 and 14, almost none of the new friends I made had ever heard a life story like mine. And I've always found that wild: I had a LOT of friends! (Still do!)

So I kept drawing it out. Kept working on the story in notebooks, sketchbooks, my friends' DMs, and anywhere else words could go. Sometimes, my family would catch glimpses of the concept art. Sad sketches of Matthew crying, freaky drafts of Monster, or tense moments between what would become Class 7-C.

And one of my parents would be like, "Why is your art so depressing?" They'd roll their eyes. And they'd add on, "People's parents aren't gonna like it!"

No, I never told them what the story was about. I never even told them it was a children's media (because it kinda isn't! I'd personally put PB as 13+?) These were judgments made with just one glance at computer papers covered in pencil strokes; sketchy and shapey little kids who didn't look like they were having fun.

I knew they were wrong. But the audacity still pissed me off. There aren't many times where it's appropriate to boss somebody else around in how to tell their story, you know? Not only that, but I also worried about not having an audience back then. Sure, all my friends loved my work. But at the time, I was the only one who'd really experienced anything "Special Education" in life. Thus, these were General Ed kids watching it unfold. Able-bodied eyes and (as far as I knew back then) neurotypical minds, watching and learning from whatever I made.

And I liked that. But that wasn't the only group I wanted to be seen by. I wanted disabled people, especially youth in their teens and twenties, to see it. That's my primary audience. And shit like that made me wonder if I'd ever find it. Had me second-guessing myself a little, you know?

But I shook it off. It's like that thing teachers always say in class. "If you're confused or have a question, ask: whatever it is, you probably aren't the only one thinking it!"

And I searched for stuff like PAPERBOY, hadn't I? Yeah. I had. So by that logic, other people definitely would be, too.

So I stuck to my guns, and... check it! Y'all showed up!

One thing I've noticed ever since publishing part 1 is that the PB Nation is pretty damn devoted. You guys have been patient, passionate, silly, and unapologetically yourselves since the get-go. And the response to every old promotional comic or post I've made has been OVERWHELMINGLY positive and curious. I've gotten fucking fanart, man! More than once! I've had the honor of meeting a few of you in person already! And for the ones who haven't caught me out with my friends in New York, believe me, I REMEMBER who comments what.

By the way, you guys should spam my comments more. Fuckin' love that shit. SPEAK TO ME, lmao. Even if it's like, the most irrelevant PB question ever. Keyboard smash in my comment sections. Send me disability reels you like. Tell me what you wanna see from the story. Whatever, as long as it doesn't bleed into parasocial territory!

I've gotta have one of the best audiences out there. So thank you! For just... being around. Here's to hoping y'all enjoy the journey we're aboutta go on.

[brialitypoetry]

Ya girl is growing like a beanstalk!

This past week made 6 years since I started my career in arts education at [insert nonprofit org]. I didn't know it was arts education then. Hell, I ain't know a lot of shit then. When I walked in as Program Coordinator, I really just NEEDED a full time job with benefits; today, I’m a confident arts educator and the Director of Education and Youth Development at the same nonprofit. Here are some things I've learned since March 2018:

You don't know shit until you learn some shit! I walked in knowing it all!! Until I had to learn it all. A lot of us walk into jobs, projects, opportunities thinking we will immediately start implementing new, bubbling ideas. I found my season of learning the organization to be gruesome, humbling, and ultimately growing.

Lean into what you do know! Truth is, I created my current role. I saw a need inside our program and filled it with what I knew. Theatre games, team building, life skills! Turns out what I did naturally was actually knocking on the door of SEL development i.e. collaboration, conflict resolution, self management, emotional regulation, etc. That’s when we [the org & myself] found out funders and donors LOVE programs that center social, emotional skill development for youth and communities!!! Lmao.

Take control of your own professional development! Yes, my instincts were natural but that doesn't mean I didn't need developing. I definitely needed to walk it like I talked it. How could I teach emotional regulation to children without working to regulate my own. So, I found PDs, conferences, programs, a mentor [haha another story for another day], a therapist [AMEN!!!], and challenging opportunities that would grow me personally as well as stretch my understanding of youth development and shape my ideology around SEL curriculum building. Whew! It’s been a ride! And lastly,

Stick with some shit! Y'all! I aint gon lie like I've not tried to quit, and a few times lmao, cause what millennial you know have stayed at ONE job for 6 years? Exactly. However [insert non profit org] really invested in my growth and understanding of arts education. They granted and funded professional opportunities that would lay the groundwork for the organization’s Education DEPARTMENT! A first for [insert nonprofit]!! I’m over a department y’all. That’s nuts!! I never could have guessed this 6 years ago.

Since 2018, so much has changed. And I thank God for nothing being the same. I made no resolutions in 2024. I want to rest in this season I’ve worked so hard to get to. Let come what may. I’ll be ready! ✨

[queen-paladin]

A Venting Post about Atonement (both book and movie)

tw: discussions of sexual assault

Briony Tallis is not the super-villain all you guys make her out to be.

Briony Tallis

was

a

CHILD

She was 13 years old when this happens.

A child who was very likely NOT educated about sex or at least was taught that sex is ONLY for marriage and sex outside of marriage was extremely bad. I grew up in the Bible Belt. I was taught sex is only for marriage when I was 13. I was surrounded by people who taught me that sex outside of marriage is default bad. That even thinking sexual thoughts or seeing sexual things are bad. Personally speaking, when I was sexually abused by my cousin when I was very young- I didn't even know what happened at the time.

A child who, like many 13-year-olds, thinks they understand what adulthood is when they don't. Have you ever been around a real 13 year old?

A child with limited info about sex, influenced by the adults around her who are mistrustful of anyone (IE Robbie, IE someone of the lower classes).

A child who wouldn't understand that Celia wasn't being sexually harassed in the fountain and that their sex in the library was consensual.

Here's what y'all say happened: Briony was a conniving little bitch who was jealous of her sister getting with the hot guy she liked so she made an evil scheme where she accused him of raping her cousin, even though she knew he was innocent, out of revenge. Because y'all project onto Celia and Robbie

That's not what happens

Briony Tallis, a child with limited knowledge of sex, thinks she sees her sister get sexually harrassed twice and then assaulted. So when her cousin actually is assaulted (and in the movie, they cast two actors who look similar from the back), she makes the natural conclusion that it's the maniac attacker and that she is going to take measures to help protect her family. She completely believes that Robbie is guilty.

She has no idea he is innocent when she goes to speak to the police. That police were also going to listen to grown adults with a default prejudice to the lower class. Adults that all children are taught to listen to and discouraged from questioning.

She has no idea he is actually innocent until after it is too late.

Should it have happened? No. Was it tragic? Yes.

Perhaps you can argue she is an antagonist, but she is not a villain. But she was just a child who thought she was going to protect her family. In short- SHE. WAS. A. CHILD.

Also- why do you guys call BRIONY the villain, when the book/movie has a character who sexually assaulted an underage girl and then married her as an adult was RIGHT THERE?!?!?

Just admit you project onto Robbie and Celia and let's all admit we as a society hate teenage and young girls and blame them for being vain and stupid and shallow by default. and stop using hating children and especially hating young girls as a personality trait.