#you want to belong yet you act to exclude

[ndostairlyrium]

I read a text post about a character and it had super surface level shit, but it was presented as "look at Frank from this angle", and it was just

frontal picture with one focus perspective kind of deal. It described information that was given blatantly in the game, however the post presented it as a revelation of some sort? Where's the angle?

But then I thought that maybe not all people are into said character, or maybe their focus was elsewhere while playing, or whatever. And like,

That's so not a big deal, I can't blame others for not getting something on the go, why should I go to my friends and laugh about them for not getting something that I saw and they didn't? Also, I may not even be right about Frank. How about that?

I remember back in the ME fandom people reading way too much into a beloved character, and when some of the universally accepted analyses were brought to their writer, their answer was "you're reading way too much into this".

Imagine asking something very basic to an expert out of genuine curiosity because you're not seeing what their trained eye sees, and their reaction would be laughing in your face and call you stupid. Except that nobody is an expert and you're asking for help on how to make cutouts

Isn't the most important thing that we're passionate about the same thing? Because like, the more I thought about my instinct of just, wanting to roast that post (and consequently the person) with my friends, the more I remembered seeing the same attitude around, frequently, and lately it's so severe that it prompted others to make polls on feeling stupid for enjoyed things (the number of people picking yes, holy shit, that was heartbreaking)

I like Frank, they like Frank, maybe we should focus on this rather than bringing out the pedestals, and I'm talking to myself first because I tend to do this when I like something so intensely that my perspective becomes The Perspective(TM). And it isn't.

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tl;dr: feeling superior on something to the point of wanting to shame others for approaching the same topic in a different way isn't cute

[ncis-nerd]

Desperate Bunny

Note- Did not proofread. I think I called Nat daddy once but Wanda is daddy, Nat is mommy and Carol is captain.

Ship: Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x GN!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Degradation, small use of feminine pet names, aftercare, fluff. Reader has a uterus.

About: What happens when y/n is needy and tries to be slick about it? Wanda teaches them a lesson. Fluff and aftercare after!!

Wanda smiled as her fingers brushed along y/n's face. "Awe, is our dumb little puppy needy?" The redhead cooed. Y/n whimpered in response. Carol and Nat huffed. "Of course they are, look how they're just rutting themself on my boot. So pathetic" Carol growled. Y/n desperately rode Carol's once shiny boots, now covered in her sticky wetness. "They're definitely cleaning this later" Carol mumbled to Nat. Carol lifted her boot, causing it to hit y/n's clit. They gasp softly and plead. "Please Carol, please. I need it, please captain-" they spew out. Carol smirks "Captain?" Y/n began to blush in embarrassment, their face turnt tomato red. "Awe our dumb little slut gets flustered so easily" Wanda murmured. "Stupid mutt doesn't even know what they're begging for." Nat hissed.

Y/n continued chasing their high, attempting to get off before anyone could notice. Unfortunately, their act was not subtle and was put to a stop immediately "The dumb whore thinks they can do whatever they please, get off whenever they want. They don't know their body belongs to us and we're the only ones that can bring it pleasure." Nat growled.

Wanda snaked her arms around y/n, lifting up, to her level. "Ladies I think we need to teach our puppy a lesson." Wanda purred, caressing y/n's body. Her arms light as a feather, enough to leave y/n squirming in their place. "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind, baby?" Carol inquired. Pressing a soft kiss against Wanda's lips. Wanda pulled away, and glanced towards Nat, motioning for her to get closer. "I think..." Wanda whispered, dragging the two closer, all y/n could hear were a bunch of hushed voices, they whined, not liking being excluded. "it's okay detka" one of the woman's voices said in a comforting tone. Nat left the room, y/n looked at Wanda confused, scrambling their brain to figure out what the three were planning.

Nat returned with rope and a vibrator in her hands, Carol began to move y/n to the bed. Nat started to tie up y/n and moved closer to their eye. Whispering "if you need to stop at anytime, you can call your safewords. Remind me what they are, my love?" Nat asked, her words tickling against y/n's ear. Y/n, stuck in their thoughts, neglects to hear Nat. "Honey?" Nat pulled away, looked at y/n concerned. This caught y/n's attention, "yes mommy?" Y/n squeaked. "Angel, I asked to hear your safewords." Nat said. "Red if I want to stop completely, Yellow to slow down and green means I'm okay." Y/n spoke. "You're doing great baby, if you need to stop then call red, detka." Nat praised.

Once Nat finished tying up y/n, Wanda turned on the vibrator that was between their legs all the way up. Y/n jerked immediately, squirming and moving all over the bed. "So responsive, so sensitive" Carol noticed. "What's the matter baby, thought you wanted more? Didn't you wanna cum, puppy?" Wanda pouted with fake sympathy and teasing y/n. They nodded in response, "p-please daddy, please- can i cum- gonna cum.." they exclaimed. "Oh..don't worry little one, your daddy decided that since you want to get off so badly, you can cum as much as you want baby." Nat smirked.

A few orgasms later, y/n was realizing what Wanda's true plan was. To make them cum as until they're begging her to stop. Until it's too much. "Have you had enough yet, puppy?" Wanda cooed, going over to y/n and admiring the tears dripping down their face. "So wet, is that for us detka?" Carol mumbled, her hands running all around y/n's soft body. "Of course it is, the whore loves this." Nat purred, latching onto y/n's nipple. Biting it softly and tugging on it. Her tongue circled their breast, coating it in saliva. Nat moved away and flicked the bud with her finger. Y/n groaned softly, arching they back and moving towards their daddy's touch. Nat smirked in response, noticing y/n's little show.

"Did you learn your lesson puppy?" Wanda spoke, moving the vibrator and putting it directly on their clit. Y/n squealed "Daddy, too much!!" They exhaled in a shakily breathe. Wanda continued, for one final orgasm. They felt that rush come over them and whined they still felt the vibrator on them. Wanda let them ride out their high, then turned off the vibrator.

Y/n laid spaced out, sprawled all over the bed. "God look at our little slut." Carol admired. "So pretty, only we can make you this way. Isn't that right baby?" Wanda cooed, not expecting a response as you were entering subspace. Nat began to loosen y/n and left little kisses on her wrists and legs that were previously tied up. Carol went to get water and lotion for their wrists, Wanda put the toys away, to be cleaned up at a later time.

A cold washcloth touched y/n's skin, they whimpered and tried to move away from the cold piece of cloth. "Shh.. it's okay detka. You did so good my love. Let mommy clean you up, hm? No more playing, all done." Wanda whispered, looking at y/n. Admiring the mess they made out of their angel, before cleaning them up. The cloth dragged through y/n's folds, they continued to whine but no longer protested and allowed Wanda to clean them up.

Carol walked in with the water and lotion. She joined y/n on the bed, pulling them into her lap after putting the lotion on them. She held the opened bottle to their mouth "Drink, baby." She murmured. Y/n took large sips. "'M so proud of you my love, ya know that?" Carol praised.

The three woman cuddled y/n. Y/n was in the middle of Wanda and Nat, their head pressed against Wanda's chest, legs intertwined with the redheads' legs. Hands drawing shapes on Wanda's unclothed stomach. Wanda smirked. Carol held Nat, and the four fell asleep.

"Still feeling floaty babes?" Carol spoke in nothing louder than a whisper. Y/n hummed in response, looking around. The bed felt lighter, Wanda and Nat were nowhere to be found. "They went to food babes." Carol spoke, noticing the way y/n was searching the room, scanning their eyes for the pair that were gone. "Wanna watch a movie in the living room, baby?" Y/n nodded against Carol's chest. As Carol stood up, she nodded y/n still laying in the bed. "Cmon babes, get up." Carol spoke. Y/n whined and did grabby hands, reaching for Carol. "Oh? Want me to carry you, bunny?" Carol questioned. Y/n nodded. Carol bent down and lifted y/n, they wrapped their legs around Carol, laying their head on Carol's head. They signed in contempt. "Oh is this more comfortable, bunny?" Carol smirked, carrying them to the living room. Carol put them down on the couch, they whined in response, from the loss of touch. "I'll be right there detka, let me just grab the remote" Carol promised, seeing y/n's distress.

"Want popcorn babes?" Carol spoke, turning on the television. Y/n shook their head and whined, they just wanted Carol. The captain laughed in response and joined them on the cough. "My clingy baby, so cuddly. Like a koala." Carol teased. Y/n hid their face in embarrassment. "Hey, hey. No need to be shy, bunny. Let me see your pretty face. Hm?" Carol cooed, removing y/n's hands from their face. "Ah! There you are, my gorgeous little bunny. What to you wanna watch baby?" Carol asked, scrolling though the list of movies. When scrolling, y/n's favorite movie comes up. Immediately, they point at the screen "Tangled!!" They exclaimed. Carol laughed at this "Oh, so you can speak now? Hmm.. are you pointing at Tom and Jerry? I can't quite tell what you're pointing at. Can you repeat that, bunny? Carol teased, wanting to hear more of their voice. "I said-" They were cut off, being attacked with tickles by Carol. They squealed. "Carol!!", squirming, breathlessly.

Wanda and Nat walked into the house with a brown baggie filled with Chinese takeout. The redhead met the eyes of the green eyed spy and smiled when they heard the voice of y/n laughing. Wanda dropped the baggie on the counter and they went to investigate. They were greeted with the sight of Carol on top of y/n, trapping them beneath her and tickling them. "So this is what you did while we were gone?" Nat teased Carol. "Hey, what could I say? They are just so tickleable!" Carol exclaimed. Wanda sat next to them on the couch "Tickleable? Huh.. Don't think that's a word detka." Wanda spoke, leaving a kiss on the captain's forehead and latching onto y/n's hand. "Hm, how is our bunny doing? You still light or out for subspace, honey?" Nat asked, sitting next to the others. Carol got off of y/n. Giving them some space to answer. "I'm here, I'm back. Still feel a little light though, more cuddly though." Y/n spoke, as their tummy growled. Suddenly, they noticed the smell of low mein and shrimp wontons. "Mm that smells so good.. you got my favorite!" Y/n spoke, happily. "Mhm, only the best for our bunny." Wanda hummed, leading them to the kitchen. The movie long forgotten about.

A/N: If you liked the fic then heart, reblog and comment!! This is not apart of my series inspired by song titles au.

[minervadashwood]

i watched a movie tonight called i saw the tv glow, and it was a movie about trans identity.

I especially resonated with the theme of wanting to stay in your comfort place. But when you begin realizing you are different, you also realize that your comfort place cannot contain the new you. so, you have to decide whether to block out the new you and continue to live the life that comforts you. Or to acknowledge and become your new self, while potentially giving up your home and family (both literally and metaphorically.)

*

I didn't realize I was nonbinary until my 30s. That is when I discovered the concept existed. Of course, I always felt left out, "off", or forced to play a role.

In my adulthood, after going through therapy for childhood emotional and physical abuse, I maintain the semblance of a normal relationship with my family. I've come out to them all. My parents either did not understand or pretended not to. My brothers said they understood, but afterwards acted like it didn't happen.

I'm reminded of the concept of the "unsayable" in literature and in life. Sometimes language fails us--or we know the words to say but cannot speak them. Fortunately, this is rarely a problem for me.

However, it is a problem for most people I was close to before I came out. My family cannot talk about any LGBTQIA topic without my parents clamming up, or later saying "I just think something went bad in the way those people were raised."

Ironically enough, I could be evidence of that erroneous claim. My gender was policed frequently when I was growing up, even well into adulthood. I know now it's because they were afraid of me being a lesbian. Jokes on them, I don't have a gender and don't care all that much about sex with anyone.

Every time they plan a "girls" night, or mom buys gifts for her "daughters" (my sisters in law and me). Or I am excluded from activities my brothers plan because it's a guy thing." I get left out 2-fold, relegated to socializing with my SILs and not my siblings, and dismissing my gender completely. Probably one of the most hurtful conversations recently is how joyous my entire family was upon learning my SIL's upcoming baby is a boy. Finally someone else to carry on the family name. Guess my family is carrying on another tradition: making a lifetime's worth of assumption assumptions about a child based on what's between their legs.

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I turn 40 this month. My parents will likely pass away before I turn 50. I will miss them. I cry thinking of it. But I also wonder if it won't be freeing, too. I have in many ways outgrown the person they think I am, the person the subtly try to make me with underhanded comments or--even worse--their silence.

"I love you," they will say. But can they? Can they love the person I have become? The person I am now? Perhaps they are limited to loving me conceptually. Daily, I try to make my peace with that.

I don't have a replacement or "found" family. At least not yet. I have friends and a partner who accept me. But there is not that sense of acceptance and belonging to a group, the surety of unconditional love among more than two people.

Many of us are familiar with stories of outright rejection. Of parents disowning their children, of banishing them from home. It's heartbreaking, and those stories need to be told. I'll listen raptly every time someone shares one with me.

But perhaps there are other stories we can pay attention to. The less overt rejections, the conditional acknowledgements, the subtle erasure of our identities in favor of conformity and feigned ignorance.

I'd like to hear those more. This one was mine.

[velvetvexations]

God it makes me so angry when I see people claiming trans men & transmascs are privileged because they have some ~ special access to lesbian spaces ~ when trans women are often unwelcome in them, or that they constantly try to "claim some connection to their AGAB" and "play it up" etc...

I understand where the complaints come from because yes, it truly feels like shit to see another group of trans people being seen as "technically belonging more than you" in these gendered spaces just because they had an AGAB in common with the cis queers in there while you're treated differently or straight up excluded because of yours. I understand feeling resentful, feeling that it's unfair, fearing the other trans people's perceived ability to "put you in your place" (as they're seen as a "truer" member of the group than you), wondering if they'll ever randomly use that to throw you under the bus if they stop wanting to play nice, all these fears and worries and unpleasant feelings. GUESS WHY. Because it's the same with gay men's spaces. It's not some sort of unique transmasc privilege or AFAB privilege or whatever. Yet I also understand that when transfems are "accepted" in a space for gay men, it doesn't mean that they're magically treated well by the cis gay men or actually, truly hold any meaningful power in that space. So why can't the reverse be true ?

There's straight up stuff like, gay bathhouses letting trans women in while not accepting trans men, or doing "trans nights" but for trans women only (aka the only type of trans they accept). This isn't the proof of some transfem privilege or whatever. But god, the double standard drives me crazy.

Constantly having to see shit ranging from some transfems talking about how there's some sort of super special lifelong inner experience and suffering unique to having been AMAB and feminine, shared with gay/GNC cis men but somehow impossible for gay/GNC trans men to experience or comprehend. To seeing some transfems reclaim stuff like "faggot" or something (which is fine) and then act faggotier-than-thou because they have the True Experience and Insight, they're edgier, more "real", more of an authority, unlike the clueless little transmascs who are basically posers unable to understand the Real Gay Life (less fine). To hearing how ballroom culture is the pillar of gay culture and is for transfems and cis gay men (the ballroom slang label for "gay men" excludes gay trans men btw). To seeing gay and drag pageants stating in their rules that they're open to "biological males only", and seeing them get called "trans inclusive" because they let trans women compete with cis men while banning trans men. I could go on and on but that ask is already long.

It's just so tiring. Somehow it's considered okay and doesn't matter when it happens in gay male spaces but it suddenly becomes the ultimate proof that transmascs are evil, untrustworthy, selfish and privileged when it happens in lesbian spaces... Ok.

it's my also my understanding that on average lesbian spaces are also much friendlier to trans women on average than cis gay male spaces lol I've seen and heard about a lot of cis lesbians who love trans women to pieces and nothing but horror stories about trans-cis gay man relations

this fixation with trans men as being not men but just more girls refusing them access to The Girl Club is just another way in which trans radical feminism is mostly born out of resentment of perceived access to womanhood

[holymaccaronii]

So how does BE’s simulation work? Is it like a big dome on the surface of the earth with like real plants and animals or are they fake? Also how big exactly is it and how many biomes does it have?

HELLO DEAR MUTUAL sorry for responding so late 🌞, had stuff to do from college,,

I promise I’ll depict it later visually (because I really want to) but BE’s simulation/nature works with a dynamic I mostly made up to fit the lore. Here’s some important info from the background before I explain:

Up in the moon, 34RTH units (the division BE belonged to) besides being used by HEL-102 as showcases for the highest “beauty standards” also were constantly put to training sessions to test their skills when taking care of living organic beings, since that was technically their future purpose once they settled back on Earth. You’d think they would use the actual seeds and animals they had stored in their vault, but HEL-102 being the greedy monarch he was wasn’t gonna let not even his own creations handle them. SO, he developed a system inside the 34RTH units that allowed them to project holograms to simulate real living plants or animals for them to take care of. Take in mind that these holograms weren’t alive, they were simply a reflection of the knowledge of natural processes 34RTH units had inside their data banks.

Now talking about BE’s nature: once BE had pretty much merged herself with a thousand robotic corpses down in AM’s complex (following the lore I had explained a while back), she also merged herself with the seed she had stolen from the moon’s vault and had it integrated into her systems. This allowed her to reflect actual living beings through holograms that could grow, interact with other real beings like BE’s survivors and undergo all natural processes with an actual mind of their own now. All of what BE creates still depends on her however, think of her as a core that fuels her own creations and if corrupted or low on energy, it directly affects them. Ik this seems like pulled out of nowhere because it technically was but since I liked the headcanon of AM being able to create bodies or puppets all controlled by him down on his complex, I wanted BE to be able to create independent minds. This was a short a explanation with probably excluded info but if you’d like a simpler description, just imagine the Earth’s surface turned into an actual Minecraft world where BE is in creative mode :P.

Answering your second question: I wouldn’t think of it as a dome, but BE is able to harden the atmosphere into one if she’d like to. BE manually purified the air thus I think one shouldn’t be necessary. And yeah you could say the plants and animals aren’t real since they aren’t organic, but they can still interact around with full sentience and act as a real one, they’re just big clumps of energy minding their own business.

Answering your third question: BE’s “territory” extends from the Earth’s atmosphere down to the lowest point life has ever reached. I definitely don’t have this info as developed yet but I think it’d be fun to indulge into both AM’s and BE’s territories by representing them thru a diagram of Earth’s layers. Regarding the biomes, I don’t think BE herself would’ve created a new one since her objective was to rebuild everything just as it was before the global massacre, so the number of existing biomes in her nature stays the same as the og nature. Nevertheless, her survivors (COUGH* probably Adam or Terry) most likely asked her to simulate a fantasy-like biome at least once just for shits and giggles.

As always if you or anyone has any specific questions I’ll gladly answer them. This mechanic is still a bit under construction so things might change later.

[bernkastel11]

This can imply since the beginning, "Jack" was a soul that belonged to nowhere

I reread and learned that, the Baskervilles Clan contains special people with high affinity to the Abyss hence they can see the light said to be the Abyss and followed it to their Manor, since they belong to the Abyss but were born in the Human World, the energy inside them distort those around them and it stirs up unfortunate events, hence they're out of place in the Human World

However since the beginning, we saw that Jack was indeed in an unfortunate situation just like the Baskervilles, but he never saw the light, of the Abyss, quite literally. This means that Jack doesn't belong to the Abyss at all, in the sense he's empty of Abyssal energy.

However judging by Leo's words, we can conclude everyone is born with Abyssal energy inside them, the Baskervilles are those who were born with more Abyssal energy, everyone else normally has low abyssal energy in them, that's why the Baskervilles can distort things around them when they were with normal people, the uneven energy levels conflict

Yes we can take that Jack's soul was excluded because it was shattered into pieces. It sounds exactly like that. But what if it means that since the beginning, Jack's soul is completely empty?

With the Abyss, being the start and end, it is what made everyone exist. Jack's seemingly completely empty of such, it means since the beginning, he belonged to nowhere

He most certainly doesn't belong to the Human World, it's obvious he only acted human to get what he wanted, he was a meaningless existence. He latched onto Lacie because she was the first to reach out to him and give him a meaning. That's why she became his "Definition", "A Principal he lived by", "A Savior", call it what you want

It explains how Jack felt so lacking after Lacie's Death, she's his Definition, losing her rendered him meaningless, he said he never felt belonged to either of the worlds before meeting her after all. He just simply lost his Definition therefore he had no choice but to latch onto the remnants of her and it distorts him beyond who Lacie knew

Jack Vessalius, a rather pitiful thing, isn't he? Till the end, he had lived quite the life and yet he was just a thing existing, but belongs to no where

I might be wrong, I haven't read this Manga for years now and only reread it recently, but isn't this a rather cruel and fascinating view on such a pathetic man?

@existingtm

[figleythesimp]

This has been bothering me for a while. But Lou is actually such a well-thought-out character I need to rant about him. Honestly, at times, he reminds me of myself, not in the way we act. Nowhere are complete polar opposites. But in the way how he struggles with emotions. With feeling like a person. For me, the whole point of his character is to show how much an environment with no one there for you can impact you. This can be shown with some of the other characters in CoD as well, but I'm biased.

Both in the prince's path and in his consort's path we can see his own struggle. More so in his consort's path than in the prince's path but my point remains the same. What really hits hard for me is the fact that at times throughout the story you can see him express his own genuine emotions. Not as much as a normal person would but it's still there. Yet he doesn't notice this himself half the time. And continuously tells himself he truly is just a husk of a being. He was raised to be a disposable tool just like all the other Vanans in Sekitopia. From what we saw in his consorts path chapter 17, he truly was raised without anyone there for him emotionally and physically. It seems that without someone there he didn't know how to feel. And was either secluded from the rest or an even sadder prospect excluded himself feeling as though he didn't belong. While still just a small child. That doesn't work in favor of anyone's development and all in all, just made things worse. As we see from the Lou we meet at the begging of his consort path and the beginning of the prince's path. What we do know is that he was alone while not being alone. And that's one of the worst feelings you could ever feel, coming from someone who knows it quite well. Eventually, he was given a chance to be free of that awful environment, sure he'd still be a pawn but it would be some semblance of freedom no other Vanan people could get. So of course when he got the chance he became the Headmaster/Governor and a more useful pawn for Iritium.

So of course when the proposed 'descendant' of Vane shows up. He will immediately tell the organization. If I was in his shoes, devoid of most emotions from a cold uprising. But given some freedom to be a loyal dog that could be taken away easily, I'd be a loyal dog too. As his route progress, voltage does a decent job of portraying the inward struggle of actually trying to figure out your own emotions. Especially ones that are prompted that you've never felt or rarely felt until someone in your life begins to show them to you. On purpose or accidentally. Now that I'm re-reading his path after just completing his romantic route and now attempting his mischief route. I feel like I'm appreciating the little details in the way his consort perspectives our written more and more. He's such a sad character to me because as much of an asshole as he is. There's a reason he's like that. He's truly an example of villains that are that way because they were the victim. He isn't heartless and manipulative without a reason, while he doesn't have a purpose for himself or a reason for himself. There's reasoning as to his character. It doesn't at all excuse what he did and if given the chance id strangle him while aggressively shaking him. But at the same time, I just want to hug him and tell him it's all okay now. Just like how MC is portrayed to have wished to be there for him in his childhood in Lou's consort path, I hold the same sentiments. Because if things were different so many things could have changed.

His character arc throughout his own route is well done from feeling devoid to having more and more emotions. While still struggling to give them a name, because that's just how it works. You struggle with trying to grasp your own emotions and name them when you finally start a journey to self-betterment from something like that. It's something I'm still struggling with myself. But not as extreme as he is. Like most otome games it is a bit too fast-paced for what would happen in reality. But it's a dating sim, they have to pack it all in there quickly to provide for the consumers. But it's still well done considering that. They also handled the reincarnated lovers trope fairly well. Since the flashback he has isn't what changes him. No in both the prince's path and his consort's path you see him slowly changing. The flashback is what helps him finally realize. Like when you finally get a reality check after so long. Or when you have a depressive episode for weeks on end and someone finally points out how far you've come. In his consort path, it helped him realize his built-up feelings for the mc, which helped him also realize some of his other feelings. And while he wasn't able to just suddenly understand them all he was able to get a gist of it. And that's one of the biggest steps to improvement you can take. When you start to understand the gist of it but still struggle you truly feel more like a person than just an empty shell. And this helped him realize some of the bare minimum of his own morals of right and wrong. Allowing him to take action to save the Vanans on his own accord and then go to MC. Because of course, that's something you'd realize was wrong immediately after gaining some semblance of morals. Since that's something to such an extreme point.

Lou's character is honestly beautifully written, and I really hope that in his BK 2, we get to see him still struggling. But trying his damned hardest with MC by his side. Near the end of his path, we get to see more and more of the man he can be. Mischievous, honest, thoughtful, and kind to extremes for the people he cares for; (looking at the summer event where he fucking changed the weather to unbearable heat just for MC) As well as him begging completely open about his feelings even if he doesn't quite know what they are or what spurred them on. Just that he knows he feels this to a degree/or wants to do this. I can't help but love this man for who he can become. He's done dreadful things but if I was in MC's place. I would somewhat hate him if it was the prince's path but be willing to give him a chance. He did quite literally kidnap and use MC in the prince's path so there not be me falling ln love. But I'd be willing to not forgive but try and make a better relationship from that point onward. And if it was the consort's path I'd see what he had gone through and help him every step of the way. In this path since he didn't kidnap us and when he finally began to see his own emotions and immediately acted on that. Yeah no he has my heart. I'll be there to support that funky little evil man turned good all the way. He may be a snow white rip off but he'd be my snow white rip off.

All in all, I think Lou is a beautifully written character. There's more I would like to say but it's hard for me to put to words. And it's nice to see someone that is going through a similar struggle as me, in media. One that is actually well done and not just yeah he doesn't feel jack shit. But I have a sad backstory so you should feel bad for me. He's actually well thought out and it's great. I love him and he's so interesting.

Also, someone actually asked me to write something. I didn't think this through oh god. Anon asker I will write your thing after I post something I've been wanting to write for a bit.

[darkonekrisrewrite]

Thank you much for answering I have three questions it’s about the hero, villains and hero commission, I know the commission is corrupt and there are problems with heroes and how people become villains I was can you elaborate on these three?

The hero commission: The hero public safety commission is definitely corrupt and unless safeguards are put in place, will likely be corrupt again.

The earliest hpsc activities we are shown is during the era of All-might, and the original President of the Commission is using lady nagant to assassinate "corrupt heroes" (crimes unknown) and villains (including villains who's only crimes were talking about doing things, details also unknown).

That supposedly changed with the new female president, except not really because they still took in a young Hawks and turned him into a spy-turned-eventual-assassin too, lower body count but same practices.

And now it might seem like things are changing for the better with Mera being the acting president (though he hasn't really done much of anything yet) but even if it does get better, so far nothing has been promised as far as preventing these instances of corruption from happening again, none of the heroes or government have made sure intent of that.

The heroes: The biggest problems with heroes are, a lack of positive intent and nuance.

Like I said in previous posts, heroes (like endeavor and heroes who quit when the war started) who's hearts weren't in the right place, lead to the creation of Dabi and proving the villains did have a point about a certain number of heroes being "fakes".

Then there's the fact that heroes (and by extension hero society) can't accept that any villains do have a point, or can be dealt with in anyway other than violence.

Except ochako, Deku and shoto, no hero has questioned why the villains fight, seeing them as inhuman enemies or a means to an end to increase their hero status.

How people become villains: The villains that have character depth become that way to survive for the most part, or a variation being to not live miserable suffering lives until an early death.

Finding their previous "normal" lives impossible to live with and not being able to take it anymore, or outright forced out of them, or some combination of that.

And for exactly how, each villain kind of goes about it in different ways but all ending up together at the same place.

Excluding shigaraki (who was groomed for a specific villain role), most of the league, who's pasts we know more info on, left (or had to leave) their lives behind and wound up just wandering the streets as far as I can tell.

They never had any alternative options, people or places they could go to after their "villain rebirths".

They had virtually nothing.

Though not much is known about what toga and dabi did during the time they were alone before the league. (And spinner wanting to join because of stain later, not much at all to know about compress aside from one statement about his lineage.)

The league were villains due to their circumstances and banding together gave them a place to belong/survive and or to fulfill their ideals.

[crystalsenergy]

Echoes of Separateness:

Ego, bullying, and the illogical path of the wounded ego #2

(I demand that the person be here, but in reality, I didn't even want that…)

Part 1: posted yesterday, previous post ✨

In this post, we introduced some examples of this problem that is so present in our lives:

In the case of school,

we see those groups of people who don't like person X. Person X doesn't want to participate in events that are held, for example, outside of school, and that many in the class attend. This person doesn't go because they know it won't be good for them, that there will be insincerity, and they won't feel good. This person prefers to be sincere with themselves and their peers, showing that they prefer to be themselves.

The peers, who already reinforced criticisms, gossip, and other malicious behaviors towards this person X, suddenly get offended and/or demand that this person attend. They complain that they didn't go.

Why, if in the end, there wasn't even a real desire to have the person there?

In the case of religion,

being bothered because the person you don't have a friendship with, don't have a relationship with, and, in fact, do quite the opposite, doesn't attend meetings because it didn't make sense for them to go to one or another, let's imagine due to a topic that was going to be discussed and they didn't want to participate.

You don't like the person… according to what you yourself show them. So why demand their presence?

In the case of workplaces,

situations that strengthen through exclusion, gossip, and badmouthing.

Let's suppose a group notice that a certain colleague has the habit of preferring to be more truthful, keeping to themselves, knowing that their ideas don't resonate with the group's ideas, including the ways these groups use to feel "good" (gossiping, excluding, etc.).

The people in this situation, noticing this colleague's independence and feeling bothered by it, reinforce their exclusion daily, gossiping and/or creating unpleasant situations.

One day, there is a gathering, and the colleague doesn't go, choosing instead to use their time on something that actually makes them feel good, knowing that it wouldn't be genuine, that there would be a lot of insincerity, and wanting to nurture different things in their life.

And then the colleagues get offended and believe in their minds that it makes sense to demand the presence of a person… even a person they exclude so much.

In the case of "friendships",

excluding people who are different from you because others do it, and you, unfortunately, depend on your group to feel belonging; or you do it and attract others to the same path…

and someone in the group starts to become more independent, wanting to move away from dependence, gets criticized for not attending all the meetings, outings. And the one who was "your buddy" yesterday becomes your main target for gossip and intrigue, just because the person is no longer present to nurture your ego.

My dears, it is time to learn the real concept and value of Freedom. Those who truly like us don't hold us back… if we really like someone, we don't hold them back.

And one of the ways to identify who likes us or not is: to observe what their first reaction is when we distance ourselves from them. Do they ask you why? Do they change their behavior towards you, acting sometimes with resentment, sometimes with insincerity? How do they act from a distance, if they haven't yet come to talk to you?

Unfortunately, those who are still on this path personalize everything. And they believe it will always be about them. It doesn't cross their minds that you might need to rediscover yourself, recognize yourself, self-discover, or be going through a turbulent period. Or that there really is a conflict, friction between you, and that this should be discussed.

These are people who, unfortunately, are extremely connected to their wounded ego. And they act and react most of the time based on this, on unconsciousness and the ego that at the moment is negative.

In the case of family,

people who exclude other relatives, blood-related or not, over ego issues, even very senseless things (which consciousness knows, but the person doesn't want to admit, after all, energies don't lie and not everything needs to be said for us to notice who people are):

being bothered by being near my truer, even more humble (not in terms of money, but personality) relatives, and then reinforcing the idea of exclusion to make them feel bad,

because I am still very insecure and live in the energy of appearances, of reinforcing something good about myself through my possessions and material goods… because it seems that without them, I feel empty.

Because I haven't yet realized that my meaning goes beyond anything ephemeral, that contains "glamour" in appearance and aesthetics, but often can be without content and meaning.

The person who is aware of the exclusion in relation to them, of the unpleasant things, doesn't attend all family gatherings, wisely acting in such a manner, but the relative who forces exclusion, separation, gossip, criticism, control, comes demanding this person's presence, often using as a foundation for "anger" precisely the fact that the person didn't go.

But what logic and sense does that have, if you don't even like the person's presence?

It is a cycle of nurturing bad things… that people seem not to notice!

It is important to wake up to this to put an end to these toxic processes in our lives and in others'. And this message of ending or setting a limit applies to all cases and to all "sides",

both the demanded and the demanding. Freedom and truth are the only keys and real solutions…

All this that I pointed out makes no sense, following a raw and straightforward logic, but it makes sense based on the idea that these people act this way, from beginning to end,

out of FEAR of abandonment.

FEAR of being alone.

FEAR of judgment.

And in a process of badmouthing, not accepting to look at this at the moment with openness, care, they spill this pain that they hide from themselves onto others.

[cleave-and-plough]

"what does it mean to be grown-up?"

the black rose episodes seem to not only have raised the stakes in a narrative sense but also in a thematic sense, bringing the ideas that once undergirded the show into the forefront, much as the black rose circle draws out its duelists' deepest desires and frustrations into violent action. here, tsuwabuki's subservience to nanami rots into emotional growing pains, as everyone around him continuously reminds him of everything he's missing out on by not being a grown-up.

it's fittingly comic that the episode opens with a reminder that even the older characters in the main cast often feel confused and lost about what's going on around them, as the student council debates the significance of the black rose circle's rise to prominence. rain falls as they wonder if end of the world has abandoned them, especially as now juri has been victimized by their schemes, which provokes nanami's repressed curiosity. yet, tsuwabuki is excluded from this space and discussion: it's grown-up talk. mari exacerbates this relegation, and though she's actually a year older than tsuwabuki, i suspect the show is acknowledging how girls are often expected to mature faster than boys - in utena's world, that worldly maturity often comes from the acceptance of pain and trauma, usually at the hands of men, as mundane occurrences. "there's lots of things about us that are grown up," anthy says, all too familiar with the adult demands of self-suppression and erasure.

maturity is also explicitly linked to sex and sexual characteristics through the episode: tsuwabuki insults mari by saying she's physically underdeveloped, while mari hints that eating a banana is dirty for reasons only understood by adults. i find utena's question "is dreaming about my prince weird?" particularly potent in this regard - though she deflects to wondering about whether believing in a prince is a childish act, i think the show intends to consider the other sort of dream she might have about a potential love interest. as always, i appreciate how the show situates these more mundane segments firmly in the high school setting as reminder of how young and still-growing the characters are. akio muses that stars lose their brilliance from year to year, but utena supplies a vision of the bright future she and her peers have to look forward to: "aren't you at your brightest now, with your beautiful wife?" as with kozue, "experience" serves as a prime indication of maturity.

to that end, tsuwabuki seeks out every source of information he can find on "experience," studying textbooks, consulting the older students, obsessively watching footage of kisses from films (where'd he find this?). throughout, he's haunted by the feeling that he isn't where he wants to be, nor does he even belong where he is. nanami tells him "for a kid, you sure don't act cute," and mari says, cuttingly, "you're smart but you're not using your brain." everything he does is wrong. like most of the cast, tsuwabuki is caught in the middle of something, unsure of how to escape, and that desperate state propels him towards destruction.

rejected by mari for his unwanted advances ("you really are a child," she shouts as she runs away), tsuwabuki returns to his room, despondent. he considers eating some chocolate to comfort himself but throws it away instead, deeming it a childish indulgence. it seems maturity must include both the embrace of new desires and the denial of the old. nanami comes to visit, and he begins to let his frustration show. nanami listens, trying to be sympathetic, but there's still a sense of separation between them, visualized strikingly by the imagery of nanami on one side of the door in the light and tsuwabuki on the other, in the darkness. trying to comfort him, nanami makes the fatal error - she puts her hand on his head, a gesture of condescension, and tsuwabuki's interview is sealed.

as usual, the elevator confession crystallizes everything. tsuwabuki admits that just being with nanami isn't enough any more, verbalizing the common pubescent experience of new and unfamiliar desires. he's angry with her and mari for mocking his lack of maturity - something he feels he has no control over, especially when it seems so tied to age and "experience." this tension leads him to wish he could be an adult right away, to seize power, revise everything, and become the one in the right, the one who is understood and respected and desired. souji offers the solution. it interests me that of all the black rose duelists so far, tsuwabuki is the first to trouble mamiya, who calls souji a terrible man for taking advantage of him. souji concedes this, saying "beauty alone will not get us the rose bride." compared to manipulating kanae, kozue, and shiori, what's different about tsuwabuki, i wonder? kanae and kozue bore grudges toward anthy, shiori had ill will towards juri - perhaps tsuwabuki's difference is that he wasn't filled with a personal disdain, but the all-encompassing disenfranchisement of the young, and channeling that into a personal dispute was more exploitative than the other duels. i'm not incredibly convinced of this, but i do wonder. his sword-drawing ritual does align with the others - having summoned nanami to the screening room, he puts his hand on hers and refuses to remove it at her request. yet again, a physical violation, and a crossing of an emotional boundary as tsuwabuki refuses nanami for the first time.

as befitting of his impatience to grow up, tsuwabuki launches into the duel before utena even draws her sword. surrounded by figurines holding chocolate bars, they fight, tsuwabuki moving more quickly than utena expects. and yet utena has the upper hand, coming down on him from above and cutting away his rose. following the duel, tsuwabuki accompanies nanami on the walk to school, and she's noticeably flustered, presumably because she's finally had the experience that she was so curious about. yet tsuwabuki also seems to have a new sense of independence, leaving her side to chase after mari, and finally possessing an air of maturity in nanami's eyes that his subservient persona lacked. the gloomy rain clears up, and the sun comes out.

stray thoughts:

i didn't notice before, but i think almost every elevator interview (except kanae) includes a photo of the person who will provide the duelist's sword. this feels very appropriate for their confessions - they vent their frustrations on a static image of the object of their feelings, seeing them not as a person but as a thing to be hated or craved.

very cute how the figurines in the duel break open to reveal a smaller version of themselves inside - the inner child peeking out.

the silhouettes were very pointedly on-theme this episode, performing a farce about a young woman "doing it" for the first time and eventually revealing that she means donating blood, something you can only do once you're 18, as utena confirms. a fitting reminder of how arbitrary certain customs and signs of age and adulthood can be.

nanami's trio of suitors returns, apparently now converted into himejoshis eager to learn if utena and anthy have "experience in certain things."

[khodorkovskaya]

my most autistic moment yet (church drama) embarrassing storytime

27.08.23

so okay. i sing in the church choir right. i explained a bit like on how i started here. but basically after easter i came up to the choir director and asked if i could join. and she said "yes, welcome to our choir!". and thats how it all began.

the thing is i didn't grow up religious religious. i feel super out of place at church, idk what to do or how to act. so this whole time ive just been trying to pick up on social queues and do my best to not stick out like a sore thumb. so every time everyone does the cross thing, i do the cross thing, when people bow, i bow, when everyone gets on their knees, so do i. and it all feels pretty awkward i have to say. idk what the fuck im doing or why.

another thing is, im neurodivergent as fuck. i never feel like i belong anywhere. almost every social interaction feels like some kind of test that im failing at. i always feel like the person left out in a group. like my whole life ive just got used to the feeling of being an outsider. it feels like there are these rules everyone follows that i had not been informed of. everyone knows what to do and how to act. and all i do is imitate.

so in this sense church didn't feel too different. people look at me weird, i don''t feel included and everyone's following rules im oblivious too. seems like literally any other social setting, right?

and you may be wondering, why i decided to go to church in the first place if im not religious. well, singing there makes me euphoric and it really scratches an itch idk how to exlain it. the sensory stimulation part of the whole church thing like incense and the hymns that we sing and the aesthetics of it all, like it's very satisfying to me.

but back to the people there. so everyone there is always on edge. people are always shoving and pushing each other. and im always excluded. whenever music sheets are distributed im always skipped, so i often have to look over the shoulder of someone there to see what to sing. but often people dont even want to share with me. and everyone is in their little groups. theyre always whispering to each other and never talk to me. and no one says hello to me either.

so me with my little neurodivergent brain like i didn't think much of it at all. because, like i said, i never feel included anyway. im always the odd one out, like i have chronic imposter syndrome everywhere i go. and plus, i hope i don't get cancelled for racism, but i thought that everyone was mean and cold because they're russian... 💀 like forgive me pls, but like i just thought russians were unfriendly bc like eastern european resting bitch face stereotype. and i didn't want to impose myself and smile and wave if it's not a part of people's culture, right?

so anyway. ive been going to church literally every single sunday after easter without fail. ive been literally the most consistent person there, i show up every time. a lot of people only come like maybe every two weeks. and they don't stay until the end either. or they show up late. but im always there!

so yeah today i was there as usual. and the choir director comes up to me and says "you can't sing with us". and i was like what. and she was like "if you don't come to rehearsals and never show up you can't sing with us". and i was like shit, there are rehearsals??? and she looked at me like "yeahh 🙄 are you not in the groupchat?". THERE WAS A GROUPCHAT ALL THIS TIME????????

LIKE THAT'S WHY I WAS NEVER HANDED THE MUSIC SHEETS AND THAT'S WHY NOBODY SPOKE TO ME. LIKEEE

I WAS NOT OFFICIALLY PART OF THE CHOIR THIS WHOLE TIME AND DIDN'T NOTICE IT 😭😭😭😭😭😭

like it makes sense now. they all have an official groupchat and they all know each other and they have rehearsals and they sing multiple times a week for like other church events.

so yeah.... i literally was an outsider and imposter this whole time... and my neurodivergent ass didn't realise

but okay, conclusion to the story, it gets kinda worse actually.

so the choir director added me to the groupchat. but it's on telegram. and i only use telegram with my close friends. everything else that's like normal/professional i use whatsapp. so on whatsapp i have a normal profile picture and everything. meanwhile on telegram my profile picture is this...

it says "christ has risen" in the corner.

like

when she added me to the groupchat and i realised... i wanted to kms.

like imagine this like super religious woman. going through her contacts. checking if she has the right phone number. clicking on my profile picture to make sure. and seeing. this.

fucking christ has risen akjssjkdhkhd i want to die

i think my church choir phase is officially over.

[mrswagtastic]

can you explain what about outliars reminds you of cartman? i enjoy south park but ive not seen enough of it to understand that post lol

Sorry for such a late rely but of course I'd love to!! To me atleast alot of the lyrics really remind me of and match his character, so I'll go through some here:

- "Did you know that the hole in the apple didn't come from the outside in? It was eaten from the core and out to the skin and that's why you'll never find the worm in it" - this one makes me think about how alot of the reasons Cartman is the way he is is because of his family, such as his mom being an enabler for his bad behaviour and self-centered attitudes, or the rest of his family just being AWFUL like dude didn't have much hope from the start. It could also symbolise how on the outside, Cartman can play an innocent kid act to get his way if wanted, and so it's harder to see him for he truly is.

- "Well this disease is defined by its treatment You people make me sick" - Cartmans just genuine hatred for pretty much everyone around him and how he constantly blames others instead of taking responsibility for what he's done

- Why's you come into this world Or come out that way? - Cartmans narrow view on the human experience and how he's unable to understand perspectives or people different than himself, such as him hating other races or cultures. I imagine him saying this to someone lol

- "I am the shadows cast aside by gallows And you, the red-hot sky" - Cartman is a very yknow shady guy and is usually told by others to go away or excluded, such as when they all ignored him after he ate the chicken skin, and the red-hot sky is Kyle because well he's Kyle

- "And if you're believers, then why Would you grieve for the dead Instead of a devil that you never prayed for?" - reminds me of how the other boys complain about Cartman being awful, yet its shown that in post covid he gets better because he left them, showing that they make him worse and are the ones causing said issue here.

- "You've become immune to my toxic fumes, my Dose-dependent presence in your life" - how the other boys have all become somewhat used to Cartman by now, that his toxicity is pretty normal for them and so they're just not surprised anymore, almost tired of him, and so usually able to wuickly shut down or refuse his tactics when he tried to get them all involved in a scheme.

- "Too weird to love, too scared to die" - Cartmans too awful of a person to ever truly be loved, and despite trying to act scary he is quite weak in reality, as shown with how easily he gets injured and starts sobbing when given a light tap

- "Horrified at the sight of my reflection in your eyes" - this makes me think of moments that other characters have acted or been called Cartman-esque, such as Kyle when he joined the cracks baby athletics association and kept trying to justify it, or Heidi after she'd turned into basically the girl version of Cartman.

- "Who'd want to belong to anyone? I mean, what do people even do?" - this line makes me think of how when Cartman git an akexa, he started falling out of love with Heidi, since his desire to have control and love was nor being fulfilled by a machine, and he didn't need her anymore

- "I doubt that you would Even if you could change" - Cartman is seen as. A lazy irredeemable monster that's unable to change, and especially I the new post-covid timeline, he peibably never will even if given the chance now

I hope this has helped you to understand my vision!! Obviously you don't have to agree with this it's simply my own interpretation and a product of having both a South Park special interest and a Will Wood special interest at the same time lmao. Honestly even just the music itself feels very like Cartman to me, something that starts off quite innocent but as it goes on you see more and more of those dark undertones, and it could be seen as quite comedic yet villainous music if that makes sense? Heck even the title of the song reminds me of him because of Cartmans often hypocritical and deceitful nature lol. Anyways hope this helped! Sorry if it's confusing I'm awful at explaining my thoughts so lemme know if you need any clarification on anything!!

[i3utterflyeffect]

and yet you live between these states never belonging, in a futile daze but were the ethics appraised? now it's too late i feel you're lost in the holy gate

(click for better quality)

(symbol meanings below the cut, tell me if you want me to post the guide i've made!)

AYY IT'S MORE ANCIENTS

this is Thirteen Rattles, Twenty-One Screws; the mechanic who fronted the project of creating Eleven Beautiful Echoes Of Heaven!

Thirteen Rattles is quite unique, because among the city, they are known and respected for their work-- therefore it's not at all unreasonable to think that the offer to work on the Echoes of Heaven project had a pretty gravitational pull. however, the higher they rise the greater they fall.

When Seventy Stars over Waterfalls insisted that they end the project due to moral reasons, Thirteen Rattles lashed out, angered by the idea of discarding all their work and leaving the Echoes of those who ascended to suffer.

The two grew distant, only seeing each other again once Seventy Stars intrudes on the start-up of Eleven Beautiful Echoes of Heaven.

Thirteen Rattles dragged them out, and in a fit of rage, they turned to physical violence. at first it was just pushes and shoves, but eventually this escalated to them breaking Seventy Star's mask. Damaging someone else's mask is already taboo, but breaking the mask of a monk?

Needless to say, a lot of people were shocked and appalled by the sudden violent act, and Thirteen Rattles was turned on and shunned-- and without their sibling, of course, no one was willing to change their mind or give a second chance. Heaven was sealed off too, so there was no changing their own mind, either.

The mass ascension excluded Thirteen Rattles. They were the last to leave the city to crumble.

Needless to say, their ascension wasn't any sort of happy ending.

They are now stuck as an Echo in isolation on the same mountain as Heaven.

(Background symbols and meanings below cut)

so i made my own edit on a symbol interpretation chart i found (which i might share later), and decided to make my own symbols! here's the meanings-- left to right and top to bottom.

row 1: A: Without help/helpless B: Without peace C: Failure of companionship D: Without end

row 2: A: Harmful knowledge, or alternatively, knowledge gained through harm. B: Acts of violence towards a companion C: Enlightenment through harm D: Endless pain

row 3: A: Echo B: Without companionship C: End of survival D: Endless (different from without end-- without end describes an action that supposedly wouldn't have an ending point, where endless would be something applied to other words)

row 4: A: Pain B: Failing to reach enlightenment. C: Endless harm.

also, the symbol in Thirteen Rattles' eye means 'endlessly without peace'

lmk if u wanna see the chart i used for these interpretations!

[erindromeda]

I know the original tweets are primarily about gender essentialism, but I saw pride exclusion mentioned. I've been seeing a lot about it on Tumblr too, and throughout the whole of this month, it's boiled my piss so much that I must now produce a tangentially related rant.

This "no cishets at pride" discourse is genuinely fucking exhausting.

Speaking as the kind of non-cis, non-het person that these people might be trying to "protect", I do not want this dismissive, exclusionary kind of mentality in pride. It reeks of exactly the type of nonsense I have to deal with on the daily.

One of the main fucking points of pride is that it's a space for everyone. I get that there are obvious exeptions (cops and terfs begone), but deciding that that certain things aren't *for* some people just because, what, they're not gay enough? it's disgusting. People are bringing that exclusionary attitude to the exact last place it belongs.

It's a welcoming environment, a world where we don't have to worry about societal tick-boxes and bullet points. People don't go to pride to conform to any rules apart from the rules that demand respect for one-another, and that's how it should be.

And these kinds of takes are utterly fucking this up because now there's gonna be a whole generation of questioning folks, of allies who were thinking of going to support or honour their gay friends, of people who are tragically familiar with being rejected for who they are, who now will feel like they're walking on eggshells just by showing their faces at pride, if they haven't been completely scared away.

That is not the fucking point of pride. That is the *antithesis*.

And I fucking loathe this idea of being scanned by these people to see if I'm gay or trans or queer enough to be at pride. I'm already being scanned by the general public to see if I'm "too gay, too trans, too queer". Will these judgemental, exclusionary people at pride be using the same metrics?

You know what's easier? Making absolutely no assumptions about anyone at pride and just welcoming them. That "cishet guy" could well be a pre-everything trans person, or an enby who doesn't feel a need to go on HRT, or somebody who lives in a household where presenting as they want to is so dangerous, they can't take that risk yet.

Would you turn those people away? I'm sure you wouldn't. So how will you differentiate them from "the straights"? Submit them to questioning? You gonna ask if they're trans? You gonna ask when they'll be medically transitioning? You gonna ask a bi person why they're in a relationship with the opposite gender? You gonna ask all the dumbass questions that I've had people ask me outside of Pride? If that's pride, I'm sure as fuck not feeling it.

If you're reading this, and you're the type to find yourself at pride and see someone who "looks cishet" (whatever that fucking means), shut the fuck up, stop drinking the traditionalism juice, and maybe open your mind a smidgen. Don't make assumptions about people based on how they present, or act.

You're not being cool and sassy by telling bi/pan people's straight partners to fuck off. Those straight peeps you're making fun of are a million times more supportive towards their bi/pan partners and the community as a whole than you're being. You're not being cool and sassy by excluding an entire gender from enjoying something because of some weird, binary stereotypes. You're making people ashamed to be themselves. And you probably know full well how miserable that experience is. You don't have to inflict it on others. You don't have to be powered by spite.

I can't believe we're having to say this to our own.

[riearchivistfornow]

Money is the root of all evil

Teens Xcite 2016.10.29

You Got It Wrong: Money is the Root of All Evil

1 Timothy 6:10 For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.

"Money is the root of all evil" is a bible verse and this gives some people the idea that God hates money, or that money is something bad.

Being rich is not a sin, but the instruction is to be generous to those in need. Money should not be so important that we end up serving money and posessions.

You cannot serve God and money.

When we live out lives so stuck in the idea of more money, that it leads us away from God; there it is that money is our master.

"Either we serve God and use money, or we serve money and use God."

Regardless of the amount of money that you have, no one is excluded from the temptation that it has; leading to us serving money.

It is the love of money, but not momey itself that is the root of all evil.

How can we manage our finances wisely? 1) Tithe. Tithing is the giving of 10% of your income to the Lord.

Leviticus 27:30 “ ‘A tithe of everything from the land, whether grain from the soil or fruit from the trees, belongs to the Lord ; it is holy to the Lord .

The tithe is used to support the priest in the Old Testament:

Numbers 18:20-21 The Lord said to Aaron, “You will have no inheritance in their land, nor will you have any share among them; I am your share and your inheritance among the Israelites. “I give to the Levites all the tithes in Israel as their inheritance in return for the work they do while serving at the tent of meeting.

Tithing is an act of obedience, gratitude, priority and faith. The bible has repeatedly instructed us to tithe.

Malachi 3:8-9 “Will a mere mortal rob God? Yet you rob me. “But you ask, ‘How are we robbing you?’ “In tithes and offerings. You are under a curse—your whole nation—because you are robbing me.

Tithing is an act of gratitude because when we do so, we are saying that "God is the source of all of our wealth."

Deuteronomy 8:18 But remember the Lord your God, for it is he who gives you the ability to produce wealth, and so confirms his covenant, which he swore to your ancestors, as it is today.

Proverbs 3:9 Honor the Lord by giving Him the first of all of your income.

Tithing is a priority, saying that "God is first in my life."

Deuteronomy 14:22-23 Be sure to set aside a tenth of all that your fields produce each year. Eat the tithe of your grain, new wine and olive oil, and the firstborn of your herds and flocks in the presence of the Lord your God at the place he will choose as a dwelling for his Name, so that you may learn to revere the Lord your God always.

Tithing is an act of faith, as our actions show that we believe in the promises that God has made to us.

Psalm 23 "My cup overflows" was said by Kind David.

Malachi 3:10-11 Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this,” says the Lord Almighty, “and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it. I will prevent pests from devouring your crops, and the vines in your fields will not drop their fruit before it is ripe,” says the Lord Almighty.

2) Budget

Proverbs 21:5 The plans of the diligent lead to profit as surely as haste leads to poverty.

It is about how we spend what we make, not about how much we have made.

Singaporeans are South East Asia's top online shoppers. Some of us shop a lot, for clothes, games and for food.

Shopping isn't bad, it is whether we shop carefully or not. 9 out of 10 shop impulsively.

Some of us want to keep up with the latest fashion trend. Sometimes we feel that through the more material posessions that we have, the better we are. This is the issue of self esteem.

One example would be gadgets.

Set aside money to give to the poor and needy.

Proverbs 28:27 Those who give to the poor will lack nothing, but those who close their eyes to them receive many curses.

There are many more verses that talk about this. We do not need to be rich to be able to care and give to the needy.

Loving and serving God has to be synonymous to serving and caring for the poor and needy. It is a calling that we cannot reject as believers.

God will never shortchange you.

[royalmokwamonster]

June 11, 2024 @2:09am

so i think im afraid of shooting my shots whenever i see / matched with a 10 (subjective but can be objective) so that's why i shoot low ~4 or 5 so then rejection isn't that bad when its me turning them down.

that's pretty fucked up to admit friends? idk.

unless i approach ~4 or 5 kinda of people because that's where i rank myself beacause i think i dont deserve a 10, so i humble myslef n go for people "in my lane" ... mediocrity. that's a fucked up theory

would this be the same analogy when a 10 goes for me i think its too good to be true? maybe, idk

why do i think i belong w 4 or 5 kinda of crowd? why am i placing myself in the safe lane... i think that's why last heartbreak w H really got me bc i got myself in the situation of a 5-king od guy rejected me and chose a 4 kinda partnet (no tea no shade, i just seen better)

why do i shoot low in partners? i mean i do like to dominate bc i think i rather sleep w the idea (she's [me] prettier, too good for him, idk why's shes w him) INSTEAD OF did that 10-type of guy settle with me (he's too good for me, he should be w a 10-type of girl, he's doing charity work with me)

i fear to being the joke thus i like to shift the lable of "being the joke in the relationship" to my partner rather than carrying it. im fully aware of how fucked up this sounds and makes me look.

me confessing this shows the reason why i am single and the way i am

i shoot low because im afraid of rejection / or looking like the JOKE with 10-kinds of people. i don't want to be oblivious being the gag of the group, i would want someone to tell me the elepahnt in the room .... bc there will always be something to distinguish someone out of the group. and what pisses me off the most is those ppl who cannot take a hint / read the fkg room that they are the odd duck & inserted themselve. no tf

i think im a 6. people may say otherwise, but no- that's why i go for 4, 5 or 6 because one too many (7,8,9,10) i feel they would be out of my league or too good to be true lol... i would eventually convince myself i dont deserve them since they are way too out of my league and they're with me for a dare

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another hot take

not all pick-me girls are pretty. lol that's mean

i unfortunately assumed ONLY pick me girls are / have to be pretty in order to have that title

but no

pick-me girls can be ugly (damn, that's double homicide). see that's fucked up to admit too, smn had to say it.

if / when i act like one : i dont mean to do it, im oblivious to how i say things ,,, somone needs to throw me in acid lol

no like i've been recently thibnkng about one bud in school and they way she acts (and althought they were BuLLiEd in HigH sChOOl) boo-hoo everyone has a sob story

the way you "look over for me" yet you snitched my crush to H, try to be the middle bwt H and I, can still tolerate him, and fo other things excluding him (your kind of jokes, the way you say things, handled my anger episode, the way you text or even the way you take photos diagonally and post me even if i look bad)

no one is fooling me- that shit is / will be annoying for me to tolerate but i need to do what i need to do to graduate