#(if the person who made the tweet this stemmed from happens to see this

[allgoldenelite]

NOAH New Year show translations

Rather than reposting the screenshots from Twitter here, I'm gonna make my tls an original post here on Tumblr.

bummers ahead, please proceed with care

Ibushi: (tl link)

"I got scammed by a place called C5 Clinic* that I tweeted about before, which has branches in the whole country. Please be careful, everyone.

I think NOAH will release information about my surgery and bone fractures and dislocation and such. I'm sorry to everyone for the inexcusable match. Everything is my fault."

*this clinic specializes in adipose tissue stem cell treatment

Ibushi: (tl link)

"Sorry for the late message. I think there will be a detailed report from NOAH, but I'm letting you know that my left ankle is a mangled mess, and I'll have surgery for the right [ankle] ligament. I think there will be a release [by NOAH] soon.

I'm really, really sorry."

Ibushi: (tl link)

"I've come [this far] with the goal of getting 20 years [in ring career], so I think it might be time soon [to quit] being an active [wrestler]. I still have a lot of contracts and such left so I'll see those through!

I try not to think too much about the negative things or the future and stuff like that, but I have a lot of things [to do] like taking care of my mother, so when it's time I'll talk about it! Don't miss a single match😊 ‼️ "

Jake Lee: (tl link)

"It's not about whose fault it is or anything like that

Everyone awaits you standing in the ring again

That's what I believe."

more under the cut

Marufuji: (tl link)

"Good morning. [The] Ariake Arena [show] was a couple days ago.

I'm going to assume that you understand that as professionals, we have to share perfection with everyone.

I feel sorry to the fans who, spending good money and valuable time, came to watch what could not meet the expectations, if you listen to a lot of the opinions.

I write "a lot of opinions" because there are people who hold a different opinion than that.

I can't write in detail here about the two different sides, but...

I think among the staff there are probably people from either side.

So there are among the wrestlers.

"As professionals, we have to share perfection with everyone": In the end, I've certainly learned a lot from being unable to share that.

[When you're] going for sharing perfection, it's also important to take big risks.

I myself ascribe to both.

But when you gamble, sometimes you fail.

I think as people, we often want to walk the path that's safe for ourselves. I think there is an incredible amount of pressure on those who challenge themselves to taking big risks with shows that they have a responsibility for because many other people aside from themselves are involved.

I want to convey my thanks to those people. And at the same time, I want to urge [everyone] to work hard so that we, based on what happened, change the things we can change and head for a brighter future.

There have been a lot of developments on the part of the wrestlers as well, so I think it'll be exciting as long as everyone can keep their professionalism.

I wasn't able to watch New Japan's Tokyo Dome show yesterday, but the news were everywhere.

In the end it is frustrating.

And also I, you know [...]

I wasn't able to show what I'm made of at all.

I think personally, I have to try and search for something new. That goes for moves and for where I stand as well.

I feel like if I don't, then [my career] is just going to end like with me as a boring wrestler.

Because I'm a guy who does what he decides to do (I [shouldn't] say this myself]...

Look forward to it."

underneath that post was a reply by someone going:

"I agree with the risk taking thing. But what bothers me is, I think Ibushi is under contract with AEW for the time being, however through this failed gamble he got injured and I worry about how the other side [AEW] is going to react to that. Looking at it that way, I think I can't agree with a gamble that involves a wrestler from another promotion."

and then someone else replied to that:

"Ibushi came into this already injured so you don't have to write that Marufuji injured him or something, do your research before you post"

and to that Ibushi replied: (tl link)

"I was in the best condition I could've been in to walk 500 meters, not exactly [have a] match. But I gave in to [NOAH?] negotiating with me 3 or 4 times like 'can't you please make it work?' It's my fault."

NOAH: (tl link)

"An announcement about Ibushi Kôta's medical diagnosis

As a result of a thorough examination, Ibushi Kôta, who suffered injuries during the NOAH Ariake Arena show on January 2nd, has been diagnosed with a complex injury of the lateral ankle ligament of the right foot, along with a rupture of the tibiofibular ligament of his right leg.

Regarding the left foot, there will be a separate thorough examination and dedicated treatment.

As soon as we learn more we will let you know further.

We deeply apologize for any inconvenience and concerns we caused the fans and every single person involved, and ask for your understanding and cooperation."

#translation #translation tag #ibushi kota #kota ibushi #rasslin #/long #jake lee #marufuji naomichi #naomichi marufuji #i'll be doing a socmed break so if you wanna stay in contact with me dm me for discord

[simpliao]

hi darling, how you doing? i’m so in love with your domestic series, i can’t stop reading it!! also i feel like schlatt saying he hates sharing has been a bit of a theme,,,,, if possible, could you write something about him being jealous with some nice fluff at the end? thank youu 🤍

your hero in shinning armour ; (irl) schatt x reader

– part one , – part two , – part three , – part four , – part five , – part six

summary : so what if it was a stupid fake relationship in a stupid game? knowing he couldn’t stomaching his lover with someone else even in a fake world was enough motivation to hijack her stream.

info : jealousy, fluff, swearing, sugary sweet pet names, minecraft, and an afab + she/her pronouns reader.

a/n : it's always wonderful to hear ! jealous schlatt is honestly one of my favourite things in this world, it fits with my own hc's of his character being insecure with his relationship; and his undying love and yearn to show off the most gorgeous thing in his life.

Schlatt was always a believer in privacy; he hated when other people harassed him to know his business. And yet, there was one personal aspect of his life he felt the urge to always overshare; his beloved wife. Perhaps it stemmed from his mere denial that he could ever land such a woman, one of strong will, refreshing sense of humour, and looks that could instantly have him on his knees. It was more likely that he felt the need to assert and remind everyone in the damn world who owned his pretty girl's heart, not to say she didn't have his over lock and key either.

She made numerous appearances on stream, and having been a guest in every podcast he owned while also appearing on others alongside him. And yet for a lot of their careers it was just that: appearances. They each had their own friend group that they interacted with and made content with, hardcore fans would know, but newcomers or part-time viewers could easily not know of her marriage to the other big Internet personality. It wasn't that they were ashamed to show off each other to viewers, every other tweet or post from either would be a photo of their lover usually in candid photos. It was just that marriage can feel suffocating, draining even when you see the same person all the time at all hours of the day; not to say that either of them regretted it.

They both needed time to be their own person and not just 'that one streamer's husband/wife', this was their way of keeping their relationship outside of work. And it generally went pretty smoothly, schedules needed to be rearranged for it to work, but in the end everything worked out. Or at least it should have. Although the fact was they both discussed their big projects amongst each other, not everything tended to get mentioned; likely because there was just so much to talk to and one could only talk about work for so long. This happened on Y/n's part, with so many things she balanced in her online career, it was bound to be that she forgot to mention something.

And really she didn't think it was that big of a deal, she was a minor character in a role-play smp composed of her friends and friend's of those friends, and it involved a fake relationship that she genuinely thought nothing of. They followed a loose-ish script, she was here on a favour from a friend that figured she could play the role of innocent female that had an arranged marriage but actually falls in love with her arranged husband role pretty well. The problem was that she was playing the role too well.

Their interactions spread like wildfire, and the ship between her character self and her friend's grew exponentially that in inevitably ended up on Schlatt's timeline. He followed a few fanart accounts that he found especially talented, and one had retweeted a very good piece of art that depicted his wife in a romantic scene with someone who was not him. When they had first revealed their relationship, he thought that all other ships between his lover and anyone else died out; because she was married. Although this seemed less than dead, and scrolling through the tag of their ship name (just knowing it existed made him shudder) he found many detailed artworks (and some discussing fan fictions) about this.

He of course ran to his darling about it, trying not to sound sour about it. She was laid out on the couch, cuddling with Jambo whilst mindlessly scrolling through her phone. "Hi sweetheart, hi Jambo– what the fuck is this?" He took a seat near her legs, while extending his phone for her to see; it was the fanart he had originally seen. "Oh, yeah, I'm like married on the SMP I told you about." She had set down her phone and moved her position upright as she moved Jambo off her chest to hold him like a baby, their baby. She thought nothing of it, but seeing her husbands (half) jokingly pouty face she made sure to lean in and kiss his cheek. "It's sorta like the Dream SMP you were apart of, people marry each other for story purposes and whatever. I'm only there as a favour, we both know the kind of fanbase doing Minecraft content can attract nowadays." A light chuckle left him, but he was certainly still salty. "I trust you toots, you know the thought of you with anyone else irks me."

In said tag that he scrolled through until his eyes burned, there were very real stream clips of his Y/n jokingly flirt with this guy. He wasn't mad at her, and he certainly wasn't going to stop based on his own insecurities; she was just doing her job. However... That didn't exactly stop him from messaging this SMP's creator on Twitter.

I want to join your SMP.

Back and forth was exchanged, going through this creator, their friends who managed the story and being practically begged to not drag them into some kind of controversy (his name alone had a chance to stir uproar). And with some convincing, maybe just a little bit of 'if you have me you know viewers will spike', and he was scheduled to make a surprise appearance and literally crash her Minecraft wedding; all while only the SMP's creator, and a handful of others knowing. Y/n and her fake fiancée not having been told.

The day of the lore stream, inside the Schlatt household nothing seemed amiss; in fact it seemed to be oddly cheery. An ear-to-ear smile retained on his face, she knew he was hiding something but couldn't imagine what it could be. "You seem in a good mood today. Wanna share what's got your spirits so high?" She questioned lightheartedly, she loved seeing her husband happy but he just wasn't the type to be for no reason. He set down his steaming mug of bitter black coffee upon the counter, moving in closer to cradle her movingly. "I reminded myself that you're mine." A soft awe escaped the smaller woman's lips, completely oblivious to what should happen once she starts work. "I told you about how I'm marrying this guy on stream today right?" A soft mhm left his lips, "at the end of the day you're mine." She hummed in agreement to this, his comment flying over her head cause how was she supposed to know he was going to crash their wedding?

The stream was going fairly good, in-game text having been turned off to look more cinematic; the notification of a jschlatt joining the game completely not shown. The reasoning behind their union being that of alliance between nations, and just as she'd say those fateful words that she hadn't uttered since her actual wedding; a tnt explosion went off.

And who else's Minecraft character came running in but that of her husband? "WHAT'S UP FUCKERS?" Immediately was heard after he had joined the discord call, having joined the server mere moments before. The name of her lover slipping off her lips in surprise "Schlatt?" This was not apart of the script. "Y/n! Darling, who is that?" "I could be saying the same thing, get your hands off my fucking wife!" Maybe some part of his over the top persona was real burning jealousy, despite the fact they were all interacting in a children's game. It unravelled into a duel to the death, and a subplot he made up along the way that they'd been sneaking out to meet in the dead of night, and that they were true soulmates. He described himself as her hero in shinning armour, proclaiming that he would save her from the forced matrimony. It was adorable, and playing along she didn't miss a beat. "It's true... I'm sorry, I never really wanted to marry you." And the whole thing ended with Schlatt up and killing her would be husband and running away with her.

Once the cameras stopped running, each left their home offices (he didn't want to actually go to their rented out office space out of laziness) and met up in the kitchen, cheeky grin akin to that of earlier that morning. A small smile upon hers, "so that's what had you in such a good mood?" "Maybe a little." He was quick to wrap her up in his arms, catching a glimpse of the wedding ring that she never took off; a flood of warmth and glee washed over him. His own wedding band reminding him of who always waited at home for him. Even just the quick peck of her lips was like a surge of dopamine; just having her around tested his self control. "Were you jealous, by chance?" Her teasing words spoke a rhetorical question, she already knew the answer to that. She expected him to vehemently reject the notion; but with those eyes of pure devotion he spoke without a speck of sarcasm.

"Yeah, I really was." A toothy grin accompanying his words, hands gripping at her upper arms in a gentle hold. "I... It's so fucking stupid, I know. I watched your stream clips and you looked so radiant and... I was scared he'd make you happier than I would. I know maybe ruining some part of whatever narrative they were trying to write was slightly extreme, but I'd do anything not to lose you." Her eyes had this soft gaze upon him that made everything feel okay, "I'm sorry I ruined your stream sweetheart, know that I asked permission first." "There's nothing to be sorry about, if anything I'm sorry." She huffed out, a feeling of guilt overcoming her heart. "I should've asked you how you felt about it first, no one could ever make me happier than you can. Please don't worry yourself over it, and I'm sorry for making you feel like that."

It may have felt slightly dramatic and cheesy, lord knows Schlatt would never let this kind of tender moment between the two ever get let out as to not damage his macho persona. But he was human too, and at the end of the day sometimes he needed those sappy sweet words of reassurance; he knows he isn't perfect but it's nice to know he's enough.

#schlatt imagine #schlatt #reader insert #schlatt x reader #schlatt x y/n #afab reader #chuckle sandwich #irl people #jschlatt #schlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #jschaltt #jschatt #jschllat #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #female reader #schlatt fanfiction #minecraft youtubers #jschlatt fanfiction

[whitehotharlots]

On one of the staggeringly large number of white lady academics who pretended to be not-white

In a sad attempt to keep up engagement, I've decided to post some things I wrote in personal correspondence over the last few years but never bothered to translate into full-fledge posts. Going through these emails, I was astounded at how much I've lost the ability to process the timeline of political events since COVID. Things that I would have sworn happened a couple of months ago actually happened 5 years ago; stuff that seems like ancient history was actually just from this past summer, etc. I think there's some value in recapitulating some of these events, give ourselves a chance to reflect on how much and how little things have evolved.

This piece was originally written in early 2021:

I'm not in STEM and I only pay as much attention to MeToo bullshit as I need to, so the MeTooSTEM movement and its drama passed me by. Basically, it was started or popularized by a lady neuroscientist named BethAnn McLaughlin. By early last year she began facing the type of predictable criticisms that inevitably wreck all leftist movements, regardless of legitimacy. Basically people agreed with her movement but were upset that she had too much of a leadership role, didn't center the correct voices, sometimes criticized people from more disadvantaged groups, etc. Here's a neat example, from the piece linked above:

Last month, McLaughlin tweeted angrily at Hontas Farmer, a transgender woman of color who teaches physics at the City Colleges of Chicago. In a thread about student–faculty relationships, Farmer noted that it would be “unenforceable to forbid relationships.” “Get off my time line with your pro-preying on students garbage,” McLaughlin responded. “Grown ups are talking. #STEMTrollAlert.”

While this lady seems like a vicious shithead, it's important to note that this type of behavior is common in woke discourses. It's the natural result of a morally certain culture is which all dissent is considered proof of evil. In this case, I happen to agree with the trans woman: while student-teacher relationships are gross, blanket bans are unenforceable and will most likely wind up harming the least empowered teachers. But this teacher's concerns were only allowed to stand because of her status as a trans woman--Laura Kipnis made the exact same argument several years ago, before the MeToo furor had really kicked off, and it nearly destroyed her career.

The point here is that no one is actually arguing for or against the merit or logic of certain positions; it's all jockeying over who is even allowed to have a position in the first place, and then demanding that everyone else defer to this person's position, which is automatically validated by their identity statuses.

Nothing in the Buzzfeed profile seems very damning or specific. I'm not a fan of MeToo, but we see here the same general hatred of strong leadership that seems to plague all left spaces. Arguments in regards to how funding should be spent and what actions should be prioritized--things that happen in literally any organization of more than a few people and can only be resolved by designating leadership--are presented in terms of bodies and spaces and centering voices and yada yada yada. Once again, it's not about the morality or efficacy of the actions taken by this organization. It's about whose identity imbues them with moral authority.

Buzzfeed seemed to have a particular hard on for this lady so they posted another piece in February of this year, documenting even more dysfunction in her movement. Again, she seems like a shithead and her movement's goals are usually not good, but the accusations against her were still vague, woke bullshit that amounted to people framing an organizational power struggle as a civil rights issue. And this is where things get interesting...

What does a white lady shithead do when she finds herself automatically unable to criticize people who fall above her on the hierarchy of oppression? Why, she pretends to be an indigenous lady shithead! She fabricated the existence of an ASU professor of Hopi descent who posted under the name of sciencing_bi. Sciencing_bi just so happened to agree with everything the white lady posted, and was fiercely protective of the white lady when she found herself getting attacked by non-white people.

But then, sadly, the made up Hopi professor succumbed to Lady Corona last week. Woke STEM twitter mourned her passing by angrily blaming ASU for their failure to protect employees of color. This caused ASU to release a statement saying that, uhh, no one has died and they have absolutely no idea what any of these lunatics are talking about.

Just--dear god. At what point does hubris give way and become delusion? How insulated must someone feel to believe that they can not only create but kill off a fictional persona whose primary utilitity is to brown-wash your own opinions?

These are the people who have become the morality police of the twenty twenties. These people are the ones who decide what you can or cannot say or believe. They are insane and and they are stupid, and they control our world.

[uncloseted]

i'm just so exhausted. i just read this tweet that was like "what are your reasons for staying alive?" like assuming that EVERYONE is suicidal deep down and that's just not true. and the thing is that i'm very very mentally ill. i don't have a diagnosis. but i'm not suicidal. yes i think about it when I'm panicking and out of control but when i calm down i realise i don't want to die. and i really don't think most of these people have real clinical depression. the girls that bullied me for being

in therapy as a child and then being medicated as a teenager are on antidepressants now. i had a nervous breakdown in high school and i got suspended and i heard that some of my classmates wanted to raise money for me to get therapy. i couldn't have been the only crazy person in a class of like 30 people. or in my whole school. people with actual diagnoses seem happier and more normal than me. i don't think anyone looks at me and wishes they were me.

it's hard for me to express myself because i rarely have conversations with people. but it doesn't make me feel better to see that normal happy people have pain because their pain is not like my pain. like i thought things were so hard for me because i was mentally ill but now i see other mentally ill people who have everything i want and i'm like: what's left for me? a lobotomy? if these people have everything and they're still depressed is there even hope for me?

"social media is not real people don't show the bad things that happen to them" (or whatever) bullshit bullshit bullshit. social media taught me that apparently everyone is depressed and traumatized and autistic and has panic attacks and i get weird looks when i scream on the street because i have so much rage but at least i have enough self control to not smash my phone on the ground

I get where you're coming from for sure. It can be hard to see people with the same diagnosis that you have that are seemingly "doing better" than you are or that are "higher functioning" than you feel like you are. But I want to push back a little bit on the idea that most of the people talking about these issues online don't have clinical depression.

42% of Gen Z are formally diagnosed with at least one mental health condition, and 27% reported that their mental health was poor. 37% have received treatment or therapy from a mental health professionals. 58% of Gen Z high schoolers reported feeling depressed or sad. Data from the CDC found that, of high school students between 2011 and 2021, 22% considered suicide, 18% made a suicide plan, and 10% have attempted suicide. These numbers are higher for LGBT+ students and students of color. So you're correct that you definitely weren't the only "crazy person" in your class of 30. Based on the averages I just listed, in your class of 30, about 17 feel depressed or sad, 12 have been diagnosed with a mental health condition, 11 have been to therapy, 6 have considered suicide, and 3 have made an attempt.

We're in the middle of a very real mental health crisis. Honesty on social media is a double-edged sword, but it can be a really good thing when people speak about their experiences. There are lots of different ways that mental illness can manifest itself, and the more that people talk about their own experiences, the more people might recognize their own symptoms and seek help. Lots of people may seem fine from the outside, but have a lot of internalizing behaviors that cause them distress and impact their quality of life. Other people seem like they have their life together because of perfectionism or anxiety that stems from their mental illness, but that's still creating an intense amount of pain and suffering for them, and it's not sustainable. Just because someone else's mental illness doesn't look like ours, it doesn't mean that they're not struggling in their own way or that their pain is less valid.

In terms of what's left if even the people who seem to have everything are still unhappy, I think there are actually a lot of things, from the personal to the communal and societal.

On the individual level, treatments for mental illness are improving all the time. New antidepressants come on the market (not just SSRIs, but SNRIs, TCAs, and MAOIs), new technologies are developed (such as TMS and VNS) and other types of interventions are being explored (like ketamine therapy and other psychedelic therapies). Therapy is becoming more accessible to the average person, and there are more options for therapists and more types of therapy than there used to be. We have apps that make it easier to learn therapy skills, engage in therapeutic activities, and that remind us to engage in healthy habits that improve our mental health. We have a lot more information than we used to about what mental health is, what causes mental illnesses, and what works to support mental health and well-being.

On the community and societal levels, I think we can work on building support systems that not only make it easier for people to access the above treatments, but that decrease the likelihood that they'll need those treatments to begin with. Excuse me if I sound like a Boomer for a second, but strong communities do make a huge difference in terms of happiness and well-being. Knowing that there are people who will pick you up when you're down, that you can go to when you're struggling, that will help you make ends meet until you can take care of yourself again, those things are invaluable in bolstering the mental health of individuals. And on the flip side, having a group of people that you can do those things for improves an individual person's mental health as well- one of the things that makes people happiest is actually helping other people. It's not necessarily easy, and there are some people who are hard to get on with. But I think one of the major reasons we're seeing such a large mental health crisis is because people are isolated and lonely, and it's hard to find community even when you're intentionally seeking it out.

I guess what I'm getting at here is just that everyone is fighting their own battles that we know nothing about. It's important to offer them empathy and compassion, even if we don't totally get what they're going through. And it's important to band together as much as we can, because that's the only way we're all going to get through this.

#mental health #mental illness #therapy #coping #emotional health #mental wellbeing

[tmrsdiary]

THE SERENADE OF PERSEPHONE

PROLOGUE

WATTPAD

AO3

The fog was already suffocating, and the only certainty was that it could engulf everything in its path. However, if only it could devour the unbearable pain that Althea Lynch felt, that was eating away her soul like a worm inside a rotten apple. The sadness pierced her chest as if someone were hitting her with a powerful bat.

The Lynch family cemetery was immense and could certainly accommodate another similar mansion like the family estate. Marble tombs covered its surface, with lit candles everywhere, filled with mold and moss. Insects slid undisturbed, unaware that they were desecrating something as sacred as a grave. Its aura was neutral, not one of those cemeteries where someone with unease would say that they are the source of all spirits.

Spirits preferred more crowded places. It seems even they did not want to be alone in the afterlife. They say you escape all torments when you take your last breath. Nonsense, thought Althea deeply. No one would want to be confronted only with themselves.

And indeed, this was true. In this world, people tend not to attribute responsibility solely to themselves but to those around them, hoping that at least someone else will bear the burden of their actions. What could be worse than seeing from the observer's perspective all that you have done, with your only judge now being your pure spirit?

Crystal-clear blood could flow from the pressure she exerted as her hands tightly wrapped around the thorny stems of the roses, tearing into her flesh. Her pristine white gloves were ready to turn crimson, causing the velvet texture and silky sensation to be destroyed. But who cared if her expensive gloves were ruined? Her life felt like it had started from scratch, and a ruined pair of gloves would not be as painful as everything else that was happening.

Her blood would soak the earth she stood on with a sound similar to that of a small river flowing undisturbed on the mountaintop of a valley, symbolizing the prosperity of a serene soul freed from all pain. This was such a paradoxical image, as Althea Lynch's blood, besides being viscous, would conceal within its plasma and blood cells the bitter and venomous taste of death and wrath. Althea's soul had shattered into small, sharp fragments, all turned inward, piercing the sack containing her tears even more.

Wrapped in a veil made of dark woven fabric, Althea walked with a slight tremor evident in her step, with an arrow of mental fatigue overflowing from within her. The scent of incense was unbearable, and the memories she held in her mind weighed on her more and more.

Back in the days when her mother had come to the mansion to be buried, the weather was nothing but a cruel mockery.

The weather of that day could not resemble at all the tragic death that had happened. The sun was hitting with its light rays the lifeless graveyard of Lynch's family with a warm breeze and the jovial tweet of birds gave a tragic irony to the whole scene as if someone was making a cruel joke against this bloody day. London's weather was gloomy most of the time. However, August 2nd, brought poetic justice to the girl's heart as the sunny weather had oddly changed since her mother's death. Now, the jovial birds were nowhere to be seen, the warm breeze was replaced with monotony, an almost natural silence, and the sun had been covered with heavy grey clouds, debatable if they could vanish after days and bring back the warm temperatures.

The memory sprang from the darkest corners of her mind like lava from the crater of a volcano, burning everything in its path. The volcano of her memories was similar to the lava that burned, just like the loss of her mother, the most significant person one needs from the beginning of their existence until the end.

The heavy smell of the damp filled her nostrils and she understood that the possibility of rain was close. The sound of shoes shattering the gravel filled the soulless air. Althea Lynch clomped with heavy, but unstable steps, to her mother's grave.

A soft gown draped over her chestnut hair, which was adorned with small braids on the side. The shells of her eyes were swollen from crying, and her blue eyes felt heavier than usual. Her face concealed indescribable beauty, with sharp angles and stern cheekbones adorning her round face, with rosy cheeks and lips as red as peaches. She had inherited many features from her mother, and thus her Greek beauty was almost palpable every time she looked at her reflection in the mirror. It was another reason she had been avoiding doing so regularly in recent days. She could not bear to see the eyes shining like her own, her hair cascading like a veil in the color of the night over her chest, just like her mother's.

Her gravestone was encircled with colorful flowers that were left the previous days of her by other guests that were visiting the Lynch Estate offering their condolences to the family. The first days Althea could not face anyone and could not stand the idea of going to her mother's funeral and seeing everyone look at her with pity in their eyes. Being in denial the first days meant that seeing their faces would certify a reality. She could not stand the idea of her beloved mother being seven meters under the ground. She fixed the previous flowers and sat in front of the grave. An alluring expression almost bleak showed up on her face seeing the golden portrait of her mother's face beside the gravestone.

A woman with curly hair moved within the frame, her smile shining and her eyes glowing even when hey were not under the sun. A witch who sought to administer justice against the muggles who happened to inherit magical blood— against all those who had been relentlessly oppressed for years under the barbaric grip of the darkest wizard the world had ever known.

Garerlet Grindelwald was still outside commuting terrible crimes against the wizardry world. No one could stop him, not even the Ministry had power against him, and many witches and wizards had lost their lives because of him. This world was unfair, this world seemed to support evil and Althea despises it.

This is supposed to be the world where good rules over God's sight. Where is God now though? Where is God when the only thing that reigns in the world is cruelty and inhumanity? Maybe humans are designed in the first place to serve the bad and seek more and more from their life greedily without being enough adequate with what they have.

If hatred and destruction were liquid and could be consumed, then Althea Lynch would gladly drink it if it meant gaining energy to unleash the most fearsome Armageddon-like wrath, like a lightning bolt tearing through the sky, striking directly upon the diabolical existence of Garett Grindelwald. She hovered, flapping in the air like a small butterfly adorned not with wings, but with razor-sharp blades

The girl closed her eyes, letting a small prayer escape her lips as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hands wrapped around the cross with the Mallorcan pearl in the middle, her mother's baptismal gift, and as her words dispersed like a breeze that had escaped from Aeolus' sack, she hoped to feel her mother's touch somewhere close by.

Perhaps a gentle caress on her shoulder and a caramel-voiced whisper assuring her that everything would be alright and time would heal her wounds. With an embrace of her as warm as the sun's rays, Althea would be enveloped, held tightly, never to be let go until the world froze and fell into the vast void of the universe.

Drops fell upon her face, and the girl felt her legs giving way. Disheartened by fate and overwhelmed by emotional turmoil, she fell to the ground, her hands covering her face, as an embodiment that could only be translated into the language of boundless sorrow settled upon her. Perhaps she let out a scream amidst the tears, or perhaps she remained silent.

Eventually, a frenzy of rain began, and the girl continued to cry in the face of the madness that tormented her mind. Her emotions had a simple shade of black, devoid of any color. No shadow painted the canvas of her soul, and it seemed that for a while, the girl would echo apart from the normal rhythms of her daily life.

"Get up, my girl, get up,"

Her brother's voice echoed as two hands began shaking her shoulders. Feadon was trying to gather the pieces left behind by this death, and as the eldest son of the family, he felt obligated to do so with as much courage as he could muster.

Feadon Lynch was the oldest and only son of the family, and now he was the one who, in some way, had to recover from all this death and help their home stand tall again. He had returned from Greece twenty days ago, reluctantly, upon learning of his mother's passing.Of course, the young man was devastated by everything that had happened— but how could the family's life go on if everyone was as fragile as a house of cards? Someone had to stand strong.

His coffee hair, which moments ago was slicked back with gel, now fell heavily onto his forehead, forming neatly shaped curls that adorned his radiant face, while his chocolate eyes stung from the rain. Althea rose from the ground, her clothes covered in mud and dry grass, and with a swift motion, she embraced her brother, whispering with a voice ready for confrontation.

"Please, take me away from here, Feadon."

The boy hugged her back, feeling his heart shatter at the sight of his little sister being so disheveled and desolate. She resembled a creature from which every drop of hope and life had been drained. Like a creature that from now on lived only in the memories of the past, completely forgetting the future that awaited her.

"We should go inside. Mika will prepare your favorite dish, a lentil soup," Feadon suggested, unsure of how else to divert her attention. Althea was no longer the little girl he left behind in London when he went to study literature in Greece. She was not the short, mischievous child who used to play pranks on the maids. She had grown into a young lady who took care of herself and always behaved with impeccable manners.

Of course, he did not know exactly what pursuits she had chosen since he left her with their father, but whatever had happened during that time, it was for the better. Except for now, with death looming over them, heavy and capricious, its otherworldly scent burning their world like a melting candles.

Althea did not say anything more. Feadon opened the umbrella he was holding and positioned it above their heads as they crossed the vast garden of the house, which resembled more of a courtyard in an imperial palace than a mansion's garden. Everything was made of stone and almost unchanged over time — there were no cracks in the cement structures, and the marbles gleamed as if it were polished with diamond sandpaper.

The scent of hyacinths overwhelmed the space, and the towering pine trees could obscure the sky with their dense branches and foliage. Althea's heart tightened as she heard a group of crows cawing in the sky, and despite her unbiased nature, she could not help but curse them as she watched them form shapes against the sky.

The garden was quite aristocratic, with neatly trimmed bushes in intricate shapes lining the stoned pathways. In the center of the garden, there was a circle of chairs and a table, inviting everyone they passed to sit and enjoy the tranquility of the place. A fountain with a majestic lion statue stands tall and proud, and the sound of trickling water adds to the peaceful ambiance.

Their house resembled a castle, large enough to accommodate twenty or more people, as the rooms were countless, and the food was unlimited, thanks to Mika and Grumpy, the house's elves, who tirelessly worked to cater to everyone's desires. However, most of the time, the house was empty, with only the elves and the family residing there. Rarely would someone stay in the house.

The little female elf rushed out from the balcony door towards the two siblings. "Master, you found her. I told you I saw her going outside. Mika called out to her, but the lady of the house ignored her. A thousand apologies," the elf tried to apologize, and Feadon, with the kindest smile he could muster, reassured Mika,

"It is alright, Mika, no one blamed you,"

Feadon had grown up with Mika, and in this family, the elves were not servants like in other households. They were considered members of the family, individuals as significant as humans.

The man took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. Feadon, approaching his twenty-fifth year, was already quite charming, never going unnoticed wherever he went. No one could overlook his sharp eyes adorned with bright hues of brown and chestnut. Nor could they ignore the refined aura he emanated every time he passed by someone.

"Mika, could you make that special lentil soup Althea loves?" Feadon asked.

"Of course, Mika will tell the lazy Grumpy to prepare it immediately," and with that, the elf disappeared from their sight.

Althea had a stern look in her eyes, and Feadon observed at her curiously as she followed him to the living room, ready to confront him.

"You know, Feadon," her voice was still shaky and weak, "I am not the same girl you knew. I have grown up, and I do not need babysitting as if I am a little child," she said, annoyed, circling him and wiping her red nose with her coat sleeve.

Feadon sighed and spoke in Greek this time, "I am not doing it for that reason. It is just that everything we are facing is difficult, and it requires a little guidance."

The girl looked at him expressionlessly and sat down next to him in the living room, her eyes staring into space. Althea was never one of those children who knew how to express their emotions through words. She could only show what she felt through her actions.

"Since you left, dad put me on a daily training program," she suddenly said.

"What do you mean?"

The witch settled more comfortably on the couch, leaning her head backward. "I am not as weak as I used to be. Dad taught me martial arts, sword fighting, and all the things boys my age do," she replied with a sarcastic smile on her lips as she pronounced the word boy "You never listened to him, and all the pressure fell on me,"

She did not say it as a complaint, nor did her words hold any anger towards anyone. She mentioned it more to prove to her brother that she had finally grow up.

Feadon chuckled wryly, "Classic feminist Maximilian Lynch. At least there is something good in his character,"

"Dad is not a bad person," Althea rushed to defend him. "He is just a bit eccentric."

"My silence is my response to you, dove,"

Freedom did not feel like getting into an argument with Althea about how honorable their father truly was. It was known to everyone that Maximilian Lynch was a stern and difficult person. Everyone had heard a lot about him, but few knew what he truly was like. Althea knew this, but she had grown up beside him. What more could she have done than show him respect? They sat in silence, both immersed in their thoughts, and Althea tucked her legs against her chest.

The living room was very clean, with a sofa and armchairs adorned with purple covers, golden candlesticks placed on the large buffet, and small statues in various poses made of the cleanest and whitest marble the human mind had ever encountered. Paintings were hung on the walls, depicting kings, Renaissance scenes, and personal portraits of the family. The room had high ceilings with painted golden motifs representing waves, and in the center, there was a huge chandelier with glass tassels. Everything truly sparkled in the room.

Footsteps were heard from the outside hallway, and Maximilian Lynch entered the room wearing a black suit with his hair neatly pulled back.

"Here you are," he stood in front of them, and Feadon looked at him, trying to hide any trace of disgust on his face.

"I went outside to tell Leukothéa to come home," the boy murmured.

"My name is Althea," she whispered.

"Yes, but your real name is more beautiful and unique," he replied.

Althea shrugged indifferently "It is long and not so British,"

Their father ignored this small conversation, "Well, I guess it is time to go to the kitchen for a meal. I just came to inform you,"

"What is the point?" Althea monologued, and they looked at her. "Mom is gone. And being all gathered in the kitchen will not be the same as before."

"I know, my dear, but we can try," her father said awkwardly. "Get up, we have a lot to talk about,”

Althea along with Feadon, walk down the long but narrow corridor until they get to the kitchens. The smell of thistle soup reminding of autumn filled her nostrils and Althea noticed that her hanger had not alarmed her much until now. Inside the kitchen, another house-elf, Gruppy, was cutting some vegetables up in a chair and he looked for a moment at the young witch and her older brother.

The family sat at the table, and Mika began serving the food on the shiny plates, accompanied by a good appetite. The elves also had a place at the table, and Mika reluctantly served them as well as Grympy. After a while, everyone sat at the table and started eating quietly until Maximilian decided to break the silence "I received a letter from Albus Dumbledore, you know him, I suppose," he said.

Feadon nodded his head. "I recently read an article about him in the newspaper. A great wizard from what I understand,"

"Yes, indeed, he is one of the greatest. Surely blessed by Merlin himself," Mika chimed in with her high-pitched voice.

Maximilian nodded, agreeing. "The letter I received was an invitation to his school, which I requested before the start of summer." His eyes landed to Althea. However, she did not look at him as she ate, seemingly unaffected by what was happening around her.

"So, I thought it would be a great opportunity for Althea to start socializing. I believe she has been home for quite some time,"

Althea looked at him, puzzled, and then tried to sound as casual as possible "You mean Hogwarts?"

A smile formed on the man's lips. "You have wanted to go there since you were very young, and all the tantrums you have thrown and the begging did not go unnoticed in my mind."

Althea remained thoughtful for a moment and then said somewhat disappointed, as if she had been sent to the well to fetch water and ended up not doing it. "I do not know. What will happen when Feadon leaves? How can I leave you alone? What if something happens?"

Maximilian looked at her sympathetically. "Thank you for your concern, but I think I will be just fine at home by myself," he paused and then continued, "Althea, you have been accepted. They will be waiting for you at Hogwarts in September. Albus Dumbledore did a great job persuading the headmaster for this."

Althea felt a mix of emotions upon hearing that she belonged to Hogwarts. She had dreamt of attending the school since she was very young, and every time she heard her cousin, Cassiopeia Greengrass, talk about it, she wanted to take her place more than ever.

Perhaps this was a sign for her, a small glimmer of warmth and hope that she needed to feel after everything she had been through. The girl had no friends and did not live like other kids her age. Her parents were overly protective, something she never quite understood.

Maybe fate was smiling upon her now, or perhaps it was playing tricks on her.

Nobody truly knew.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfic rec #harry potter fanfiction #slow burn #hogwarts #tom riddle #tom riddle x oc #tom marvolo riddle #tomriddleenemiestolovers #tom riddle x reader

[finitefantasy]

So like I get that it's not exactly a masterpiece but what happened in jjk that has so many people against it now? It was really popular when it debuted

I'm probably the wrong person to ask because I've had issues with it early on and my issues stem from stuff that the anime caught up to, not the full manga, buuut I'm nosy enough to have kept up with the manga (vaguely, like seeing tweets and posts) to know the gist of it.

My issues:

very formulaic start, a lot of character arcs seemed to be aping things DIRECTLY from naruto or like togashi's works, often... without realizing why they worked in the originals? so attempting to hit the same story/emotional beats but often it's rushed or muddled. like junpei works as a haku/gaara... except it's done so quickly it doesn't matter. and it doesn't have emotional resonance outside that moment. because, again, gege doesn't really understand WHY these things are done

and again there are a lot more direct aping moments that just make it feel unoriginal

and the trio (another boy, boy, girl trio lol) just... doesn't feel THAT close, partially because yuuji is separated from them so early on. so it's like... i'm DOWN for watching stuff that is similar to each other but you gotta get me invested. what am i invested in?

there's gojo and geto's gay nonsense but even that feels weak because their story is a. largely told out of order, so you don't care about them enough b. geto isn't geto by the time we meet them c. ACTUAL geto is a fascist like STRAIGHT UP fascist, so like, idk bit awkward there d. you can't get into a long, slow running series for a vaguely gay side ship

talking about geto's fascism, a lot of the villain politics are... weird? by that i mean there is a dark skinned, gay-coded villain who has... toxic blood?? geto's fascist team is another gay coded charcater, a black foreigner chracter, and teenage girls... which like?? uncomfortable to meeee. having geto call people MONKEYS is bad. it was bad. it made me drop the manga once i realized the mangaka's obsession with putting marginalized people as fascists while using extremely racially charged language

my other complaints: the action feels kinda consequence-less like people can get bashed and then walk up acting like it's fine. there's a mute character who literaly isn't allowed to speak and can only talk in a single recipe and it's like... no one tried sign language to communicate? it just feels like thoughtless writing. the timeline is suuuper squashed too, like a LOT of events happen within like 6 months, and nothing is given time to breathe. i've heard this just gets worse later on

complaints from people who kept up with the series:

the power system is literally incomprehensible and yet the mangaka is obsessed with bringing it up and explaining it, so it's just wasting your time

vital characters disappear for months/years of time (in the real world, not in the manga, again, the manga actually has an extremely tight timeline, like i've read gojo was gone for over a 1000 rl days but it was just 19 manga days??)

despite fans bragging that the manga respects women, women are treated extra brutally and disappear. like the main girl of the trio is presumed dead because she got fucked up nd then was just never addressed again??

manga has some weird pedo-incest thing going on with two side characters

there's probably more but i forgot shkgdgs

[sen-no-kotowari]

Selena Interlude: Stardust Song Ch 5

Chapter 5: Epilogue

“Now, I have completely abandoned my magic. What was left was just a fraction of its power.”

Selena remembered she once saw a flower at a greenhouse in Eden. An authentic, living flower. It’s uncommon for Eden to break apart valuable resources of cultivating flowers to serve as an ornament. Hence, why that violet flower blooming in the greenhouse was beautifully reflected in Selena’s eyes. “What happened next again?” She couldn’t uncover what happened next in that particular memory from all the confusion in her Sea of Consciousness. “Ah… That’s right.” It was a field trip organized by the Public Fundamental Learning Center. But the reason why that teacher guided them wasn’t to show the beauty of that flower. “The teacher plucked that flower with their hand. And then, they slowly took apart that flower in front of everybody. Starting with the flower’s stem, then the receptacle… it’s sepal, then petals.” The dissected parts of that nameless, violet flower were gently line-up on the petri dish as they vaguely observed the finer details of each part to the children. Yes, just like how Selena is now.

(......)

Korolev: The thief isn’t listening to what I’m saying. Where in the world are you hiding the stolen goods?

Korolev, who had mutilated Selena into pieces, suddenly stopped moving. Its red optic receiver scanned Selena’s whole body from top to bottom, and it had suddenly lost interest in her.

Korolev: The thief… Where did the thief go?

Korolev left the transmission room while emitting a sudden tweet-like electronic sound as if it suddenly could no longer “see” her.

Selena: ……

Selena’s corruption rate has long gone over the limit and has already become an Infected—has it become high enough they recognized me as one of their kind? She didn’t know. There was no need for her to know. She completely lost her feeling in her lower limbs and an unceasing pain had continued to flood her Sea of Consciousness. Selena’s pain receptor modules were already disconnected. She feared that when she disconnected that module, her Sea of Consciousness would be removed. The geometric entity’s fragment she buried in her chest felt like it was gradually corrupting her body. She used all of her calculating capabilities to maintain a stable operation on her Inverse Device. But her Sea of Consciousness continued to be stained in deep red despite her effort.

(......)

Once her field of vision became clear again, Selena noticed she was at a place she knew and loved the most. It was the virtual museum, the place that brought about the beginning of her dreams for her future. When Selena was still overlooked by others, she restored a part of an opera from the remnants of the Golden Age alone in a place everyone disregarded through the use of a small robot.

Selena: And thus, the Duke of Milan vowed to never walk the path of vengeance, no matter how much suffering and misfortune he had to face.

He made sure that those people who committed a mistake changed for the better and forgave all of them.

As time flows, the waves and winds gradually became calm and in the end, trivial waves have convened into their everyday lives.

…The people in Naples have this saying—the days we live are bright and this place is paradise.

Even if war and plundering would occur, Naples has a bright future ahead of them, full of hope.

Thank you for watching until the very end. This concludes “The Tempest.”

Ayla: Hrmm……

Selena: What is it, Ayla? Is there something you’re unsatisfied with?

Ayla: Nuh-uh, your operas are fantastic like always.

Selena: Then, which part of the play made you confused, Ayla?

Ayla: So what I can’t understand is why Duke Prospero chose to forgive Antonio in the very end.

If it weren’t for Antonio, he and his daughter wouldn’t need to live on that isolated island for several years, right?

Why is it that he was able to easily forgive the other person, that’s what’s stumping me.

(......)

“……… Wait, did this conversation truly happen before?” ”That’s impossible”—she altered the ending of “The Tempest” before she left and sent it to Ayla. In reality, she still hasn’t gotten Ayla’s answer or impression about it. This was a made-up scene of illusion interweaved from Selena’s own memories and fantasies due to the absolute chaos in her Sea of Consciousness. That deep in her subconsciousness, it was a question that made her constantly reflect and slowly doubt herself once more. “Why did Prospero simply choose to forgive those who wronged him? He was deprived of the throne, narrowly avoided death, lost everything he had, and suffered wandering around with his daughter for many years on an isolated island. Just why, why was he able to simply forgive the people who had hurt him?”

(......)

Selena(?): That’s because magnanimity is a virtue and forgiving others means that you could forgive yourself—

Did you think that you can console yourself by upholding such morality?

It’s full of futile lip service, don’t you agree?

There’s no need to forgive yourself, yet you shouldn’t forgive your own foolishness.

You couldn’t forgive yourself. And you couldn’t forgive Eden who had forsaken you and everybody else who died here.

You already have nothing left. The bright, shining future you once had, your ideals and the arts, and even the people you call friends.

You, who never had a troubled past nor a faith made of steel, have no reason to be fixated over something.

What is it that you’re so obsessed with? Let go of everything and come to my side, all of this will be easier if you do.

(......)

Selena: ……

“She” was right. As Selena reflected on her past, everything was futile. Most of it was meaningless along with her childish obsessions. From the beginning, she… was just an ordinary girl. What in the world were the beliefs she held that have been encouraging Selena until this very day, she no longer knows the answer to this anymore.

(......)

Selena: No, that’s not it.

I’m sure Prospero fairly detests Antonio.

I’m positive that you know how Prospero feels more than anybody else right now, Selena.

He wanted vengeance. Yet that person was his younger brother and fellow countrymen.

The citizens of Naples are waiting for his return.

(......)

Selena suddenly opened her eyes. She restlessly moved the remaining half of her body, similar to a fish frantically swimming upstream.

"Now, I have completely abandoned my magic. What was left was just a fraction of its power."

Selena: ……

With her bare mechanical body composed of a single arm and her fingers sparing no effort, little by little, she writhed forward. Her heavily damaged figure fervently crawled forward on the ground.

"There are two roads in front of me. Will they be closed off just like this? Will I be able to return home through the strength everyone has lent me?"

Eventually, a snapping sound was heard and her fingers broke into pieces.

Selena: ……

Selena opened her mouth and sank her teeth into the ground as she continued crawling.

"If I were to reclaim that country once again, I will forgive the people who deceived me, that is why I pray. Please do not close off this isolated island."

Selena: ……

At last, she managed to move herself to the corner of the wall. Selena exerted a great amount of effort and connected herself to the space station’s terminal. At that moment, she suddenly could “see” every corner of the space station. The place where the vanguard fought, the place where that geometric entity was, all of it synchronized inside her Sea of Consciousness with clarity. And then, Selena knew the truth about everything in the Space Station— The Punishing infiltrated the space station’s gravity control core at first, causing a gravitational disruption to the space station. With the intense gravitational pull, the Punishing within the vicinity pulled itself to the core part and a large amount of the Punishing solidified as a result. The gravitational core part transformed—it became the allogeneic core. It had the power to overturn this war. With this information along with the allogeneic core fragment left inside her body, Selena has to bring all of it back with her to Eden at all costs. What she needed from here on out would be great patience.

"Please set free the chains of my heart. Your kind applause saved me. May the winds be carried towards me once more. Please, raise the sail of our ship."

(......)

“I wonder how much time has passed. Maybe a long time had already passed, or perhaps it might’ve been a short while. The space station that had always been still, now has “guests” show up once more.” Other than the inseparable members of a platoon known as Gray Raven, there was… the silhouette of a pink-haired individual she was intimately familiar with. Selena’s Sea of Consciousness that had been crushed into pieces by her inner turmoil was brought back just as though scattered, isolated islands were brought back together once more.

Selena: Ay…la……

The Structure who had endured for what felt like several years, finally closed her eyes.

(......)

"By contrast, my plan would’ve failed. I could no longer use magic to delude others. I do not have a fairy who would run about for my sake either. Perhaps I couldn’t have changed my fate from an ill-fated misery if it wasn’t for how powerful their prayers and wishes were. Because it pierced through the benevolent god’s heart, and forgives all of the sins these pitiful people had committed. I will not fault you for the sins you’ve committed. That is why I beg of you. Grant me the freedom I longed for through your merciful heart."

#pgr #pgr selena #punishing gray raven

[chaoticlarrie]

Okay you don’t seem malicious so I would like to try get have a conversation with you.

I understand that the situation of gun safety in the U.S is unfathomable to people in Europe. That is a valid and real perspective.

But it doesn’t make the jokes or sarcastic comments ok. Just because it you truly don’t understand why there is a debate about gun rights doesn’t mean you should be making snippy comments about shootings. Shootings in the U.S are a tragedy, and they are not a tragedy that effects you. Saying the situation is surreal so you only have surreal comments to make doesn’t make sense because not understanding why this is happening does not excuse the fact that these comments are hurtful and insensitive. Maybe if something doesn’t make sense to you it isn’t your place to comment.

Secondly, saying this could be about any other unjust law passed by the U.S or another political move, is a poor comparison. This, while deeply entrenched in the politics of gun rights and white supremacy in America, is also just the deaths of a lot of people. The shootings stem from lack of actions from the American government, but every single one isn’t a law or a bill, it is a very scary loss of life. (Also not super comfortable with sarcastic comments from non Americans about America’s oppressive political actions either? But not the point right now. )

Third, saying that these comments are directed at the U.S government and not the citizens just doesn’t work. It’s the citizens that are dead. No matter how much animosity you have towards those in power, and no matter how much sympathy you have towards the victims, being sarcastic about shootings is being sarcastic towards both those parties.

Nothing in that persons tweet was new, and none of it was acceptable. So often these jokes/comments are retorts to jokes about a small European cultural thing, like food or table manners. You cannot tell me their is genuine criticism hidden in that context. In the context of petty internet squabbles about feeding guests.

I don’t think the people who make these comments/jokes are heartless monsters, but that doesn’t make it alright. You can be right about where these comments come from and why they are made but it doesn’t make it acceptable. At the end of the day it is just making light about the deaths of children, often from a place of superiority. “We may do x but at least we don’t have children dying in shootings once a year!”

And to get personal because you said you wanted to know if those comments are hurtful. They are. I’m probably the best case scenario for an American teenager and I’ve been doing shooting drills for 75% of my life. Seeing these kinds of comments makes me feel like we are entertainment for the wider world. Because every time there’s a shooting these comments crop up. A lot of people dog piling on a tragedy because “at least it wasn’t their country” that has this obvious problem. I can’t speak for everyone but it exhausting to have it treated as seriously as odd food and table manners. It is not a gotcha to remind Americans that schools are unsafe. I’m hurt by these comments because no matter the intention it always feels like a reminder that these issues are not a concern to people.

I understand why these comments/jokes are made, but that doesn’t make them okay. They are insensitive at best and sometimes feel actively harmful.

Ok I understand what you're saying and I think you're right.

More than defending the joke itself, I wanted to explain why europeans would often make insensitive remarks like that.

But I probably went too far in trying to explaining myself and it ended up sounding like I was defending being insensitive about the situation. I'm sorry for that, it was not my intention.

[baekk-hhyun]

what makes you feel uncomfortable about leftist ideologies such as socialism and communism?

Okay this is great question and I have a lot to say even though right now my mind is a bit scattered due to personal reasons but I will try my best to explain. This is gonna be long. I study finance and international commerce and all of this I've learned from my professors, reading on my own and history. First we must define what communism is:

It's hard to agree with most ideologies out there, since it's normal to find things that don't align with our way of thinking, but there are problems with socialism and communism. First, I am a big believer in having a free market. Corporations are definitely evil however we cannot deny the wealth of a country is due thanks to them. A free market is healthy and it follows the basic economic principles which show what happens in an economy. A market functions with the consumers and companies and the prices are determined by these two agents. But in a socialist and communist government, it's the government who dictates this. That's not normal.

Governments can try and help intervene sometimes when there are failures in the market, which I agree with. however, we need capitalism. A big misconception is that there is only one type of capitalism. Capitalism comes in different shapes and sizes and varies depending on the country. Last semester I had a reading about capitalism which was really eye opening, since there could be a better way of organizing the economical part of a country but it's hard to achieve. It's by Harvard Business and it talks about to create shared value for everyone, employees and the environment. A lot of people value democracy and liberty, and so do I, but democracy isn't working as it should. We're supposed to be equal under it but we're not all truly equal in any country. This doesn't mean democracy is bad, just that it needs to be better. The same goes for capitalism. It's not working as it should. but the doesn't mean the idea of it is bad.

Another problem with socialism and communism is that historically it has led to dictatorships. And communism and socialism have made it seem as if capitalism is all to blame for everything. During this pandemic my government tried to pass a tax reform to help the people but communist leaders paid low income people to cause violence and make the president seem bad. Now our new socialist president wants a tax reform that's even bigger and there are no violent protests as before. Economic crisis and inflation and poverty have happened due to war and other factors. Countries with free or affordable healthcare are also capitalist, including my country which was primarily capitalist for decades until today with our new president. We have free/affordable healthcare. And one of our new president's elected official has tweeted recently how they want to get rid of free healthcare, which is scary. Our problem is corruption. And this corruption doesn't stem from private companies but rather the government. For history corrupt politicians have stolen public funds and made a lot of money from contracts. Especially here in Colombia.

We can see European countries with a high quality of life and good economies that function as capitalistic. There are experts that explain the dangers of communism and socialism much better so I will link this article here. There is also a brilliant Argentinean economist that explains it in a Ted talk (it's in Spanish but the auto-translate seems accurate imo). Communism is scary because there is no economic growth since there is no competition which is key for a health economy so people can get jobs and buy things. It's what happened to Venezuela. They were the most successful for a long time in Latin America but were ruined. So many companies closed and the government took people's properties and they were left with nothing.

In a socialist and communist economy, the power goes to the government and the people end up in losing freedom and free speech. Looking at what happened to Venezuela is incredibly sad, and how in China people are disappeared when they speak up. There was a celebrity who was r*ped by someone in the Communist Party and shortly was disappeared. Cuba also had a communist president that turned into a dictator made the country starve. And Americans go to Cuba and glamorize it but they are privileged because their currency is worth way more and also they are able to get jobs and have a better economy.

In my country, we were in conflict for more than fifty years due to communist guerrillas who did terrible things to the people and invaded their farms where they fed their family and grew crops. Under our own capitalist economy we have built a better free/affordable healthcare for people and made a lot of progress. I can't deny that the government has ignored many poor parts of the country, but that's exactly my point. We can't allow the power to be centered in few hands. It's dangerous for democracy.

In conclusion, a communist economy just doesn't work. It would be great but it's not possible and it's scary looking at history. It's done more damage than good.

#asks #ask #capitalism #communism #socialism #thoughts #writing

[minimoefoe]

On one hand I can see how Doctor Who does shipping/potential relationships in a way that makes it so that if you aren’t one to ship the Doctor with a companion then you may not notice it or if you do notice it, you can just Pretend You Do Not See It but on the other hand I’m like how can you look at Rose/10 or Clara/12 or Yaz/13 and not see that there is something more than friendship going on??

I really do try and just let people live and believe whatever they want because if you can’t do that with DW then when can you do it but this is defo one of those things that drives me crazy cuz I just wanna scream about how 12 and Clara clearly love each other and how Yaz clearly loves or at least has a crush on 13.

Like I absolutely agree that not everything should be about shipping but in the cases of these three ships, people aren’t just pulling things out of their ass and claiming these characters feel something for each other. It is all in the episodes pretty clearly. It’s up to you if you’re interested in it or not but I think it’s wild for people to outright just say it’s not there.

#doctor who #today in natalie reads one tweet #and then cant stop thinking about the subject of it #until she's made a long rambly post #(if the person who made the tweet this stemmed from happens to see this ?? #which i doubt #uhh #this isn't @ you #ur tweet just got me Thinking) #i hope this doesnt come off as me saying you Have to #think these ships are real or whatever #because its not supposed to #basically i'm saying #ship what you wanna ship #but dont try and pretend the hints arent literally right there just cuz you #dont like that particular ship #and like so far in new who #3/10 companions #have had romantic connections with the doctor #it's not like shipping is fuckin taking over is it #dw txt

[decennia]

I don't know who needs to fucking hear this, but I'm about to say it with my full chest:

SEVERUS SNAPE DESERVES NO RIGHTS, I SAID WHAT I SAID.

Why? I'll tell you why:

Let's start with Neville Longbottom. Often the butt of the joke, Neville was often played up for comedic effect, so I can understand why we never took the implications of his boggart seriously.

But the fact of the matter is: Neville Longbottom was more terrified of his potion's teacher than he was of Bellatrix Lestrange, a woman who was a proud Death Eater who tortured his parents into insanity, a fate several people throughout the series state as "worse than death."

I've heard the argument from Snape Apologists that Boggarts are "superficial" creatures, so they don't go much deeper for a fear of yours, and, having gleaned a recent and prevalent one, will shift into that. Hence why it would be Snape, who recently tormented Neville, rather than Bellatrix, who Neville has never met.

It still stands, however, that Bellatrix is a known Death Eater, and Snape was just his potion's teacher.

We also see from Harry's own experience with the boggart, that the boggart hesitated before turning into the dementor. It "chose" which of Harry's fears to become, Voldemort, or fear itself?

Now, because I always listen to both sides of a story, try and see it from both perspectives before I draw a conclusion, I asked myself "why?"

There never is a good reason for abuse, but I still tried to look at it from Snape's eyes. And the conclusion drawn was literally the same as almost every single motivation for every one of Snape's decisions: because of Lily.

Neville was born several hours before Harry, and was a contender for being "the Chosen One" (the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies) but Voldemort chose Harry.

By Snape's logic, it meant that if Voldemort had chosen Neville, Lily would've still been alive for him to woefully pine for from a distance.

And so he takes it out on a fucking c h i l d.

He abuses him, torments him, and even forces Neville to poison his pet toad, Trevor, who has been shown to be of incredible significance to Neville.

And when the potion doesn't poison Trevor? And actually proved to be a competent potion? Snape made his displeasure known by deducting five points from Gryffindor.

I know that's not a Big Deal™ in the grand scheme of things, but we have to remember that Neville was a CHILD.

Moving on from Neville, let's get to: Lily.

Remember what I said before, about Lily being his end-all and be-all for everything? I meant it.

I'm not saying she was the sole reason Snape became a Death Eater, but she was the "last straw."

Snape's dislike for muggles stemmed not from Lily (of course not, he loved her), but from his father. Yes, I remembered his father, Tobias Snape. The muggle, the abuser. Apples and trees, I guess. From what I recall, Tobias was never physically abusive towards Eileen, Snape's mother, but he was emotionally and mentally abusive towards her. This would be cause for resentment for any young child growing up in that environment.

But, for a moment, may I direct your attention to Harry James Potter?

Who grew up that exact same way with the Dursleys?

Who was also neglected (Severus was said to have ill-fitting, mismatched clothes, sound familiar?) but who also did not have Eileen there to protect him?

And did Harry ever become a member of a muggle hate group? (No. The answer is no, in case you all didn't remember that Very Important Detail of the series).

So, yes, Snape was abused, and no, I am not condoning it, I do sympathize with him on that front: no child should ever go through that. Ever. No matter the fucking child, there is no good reason for it. But do I condone his actions later on in life? Absolutely not.

Because he called Lily a "filthy mudblood."

Not just "mudblood", but a filthy one, too. And why did he do that? Because she defended him against his bullies. Yes, Sirius and James were bullies, I guess everyone's faves are a little problematic in this bitch.

And not only did he call her that, but he also was besties with people who fancied themselves the next generation of Death Eaters.

And when Lily asked him if he STILL intended on becoming one, he never gave her an answer, prompting her to sectumsempra all ties with him. Meaning, she probably gave him multiple chances to not be a raging bigot, none of which he took. Love of his life my fucking toe, gtfo—

Also, Snape obviously knew what his "friends" were doing at the time. Particularly, and especially, Mulciber's attack on Mary Macdonald.

Now, we can't talk about Lily without talking about James and the Marauders.

I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN THAT THE MARAUDERS BULLIED SNAPE, OKAY? But listen up: still not a good enough reason to join the wizarding world's KKK. Actually there is no good reason, period, end of message, send tweet.

He loathed them so much, he literally gave zero fucks about their wellbeing.

Even though! Sirius' biggest crime against Severus is jokingly telling him to follow Remus Lupin under the Whomping Willow during that time of the month.

And Severus would swear that James' biggest crime against him (after "stealing" Lily, of course) would be stopping him from encountering the werewolf and saving his fucking life.

Where the fuck was that reciprocated energy when Snape KNEW that James was also marked for death?

Also, are you going to tell me, that with his ear so pressed to the ground about news on Lily, that he didn't know who the real rat was? That he didn't know that it was Peter Pettigrew? This is speculatory, but... Snape had to have known that Sirius was not the betrayer, he must've at least known it was Pettigrew, meaning he let an innocent man waste away in Azkaban and for what? Something that happened when they were kids? I wonder why Sirius is a "stray dog" idk probably because someone let him rot in Azkaban for thirteen years?

Don't even get me started on how he literally stepped over James' body to get to Lily's while Harry sat there crying. Please. Or the fact that he only wanted Lily spared? He literally said "yes, only her, please, Dark Lord, fuck that newborn"?

OKAY AND MY FINAL POINT BECAUSE THIS GOT TOO LONG AND HONESTLY I'M LITERALLY WAY TOO FUCKING ANGRY AT THIS POINT... I PRESENT TO THE COURT: THE CARROWS.

Severus had been made headmaster of Hogwarts, and what does he do? Allow the Carrows to torture muggleborns and first years. Eleven year olds. Disgusting. Please. What the fuck.

I don't think Severus Snape died a fucking hero, or in "penance." NOT when twelve hours prior, he'd been turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to eleven year olds screaming as the Cruciatus Curse was used on them.

Also, James never sexually harassed Lily? Wanna discuss sexual harassment? How does "waiting outside the Gryffindor common room until someone lets you in even though it has been made very clear that the person you want to speak to doesn't want to speak to you" sound?

I am not denying that Severus Snape is a tragic character; he's a very complex and somewhat interesting one, even. All I am saying is that I don't think saying "always" on the brink of death excuses any of your past actions. He's a martyr at best — having his sins "forgiven" by sacrificing himself for a just cause.

Yes, this is a hill I'm willing to die on. But, as always, I am open to a respectful conversation (not argument, conversation). If you disagree, I'd love to hear why. Try and change my mind; as long as you do so respectfully, I will hear you out.

#i don't know what to tag this as #anti severus snape #tw hp #tw abuse #tw bullying #this is not a kink shame this is a i just don't really see the appeal of this specific character but you do you b #he deserves no rights cause he should be in azkaban in case i wasn't clear in my thesis

[posi-pan]

you wouldn't know when the bi flag color meanings got changed, would you? I think it's great that they were adjusted towards explicitly including nonbinary genders, but I can't figure out when it started or who started it (or if the purple stripe is "across the spectrum" or "attraction to 2 or more" or both/either?) cause everyone says "it always has been" and I understand the urge to retcon, but the original meanings are pretty easy to find. thanks so much (even if you don't know!). <3!

i don't know when that started. i personally only started seeing people say the flag meanings are different very recently.

it's funny, after i got this message, i saw a post on here that had like 80k+ notes about how the purple stripe on the bi flag has "always meant" "more genders" and that bi has "always meant" "more than one gender" and it's like.............y'all are SO disconnected from your own history. and op was a panphobe and the notes were full of panphobia (and some transphobia). shocker! /s

but the flag did not originally mean what people are saying it means (and "always meant") now. like you said, it's so easy to find what michael page made the flag to represent. and it's fine to want to update the language, as it was originally made in the '90s and that shows in the language used for the meaning, but that doesn't necessitate or justify erasing the history of it. or ever calling people biphobic for talking about the history of it (one of those pride flag threads on twitter had michael page's meaning and the tweet got spammed with people calling the op biphobic for it. guess respecting and honoring bi history comes with caveats).

my guess though for when this started happening or getting popular would have to be when it started to become popular to argue that bi has "always meant" one specific thing that it very clearly did not always mean. which very likely stems from panphobia, as it's usually panphobes who are spreading that lie. i don't know if these two things coincide, but it wouldn't surprise me if that's the case.

#asks #anonymous #bi antagonism #pan antagonism #long post

[this-is-an-open-letter]

Do you think partly why this fandom dislikes Sophia Bush so much is because she was on two shows where she had issues with people and she always frames it as other people's problems that she has to deal with?

Anon she's not 'framing it' as other people's problems....that's just the truth of what happened.

Why do people not question the men in these scenario's but continue to demand more proof by the women? How is that okay?

Sophia's experiences weren't because she's a bad person with a bad attitude, these experiences happened because of men's bad attitude and entitlement that they believed they could walk through life treating women however they wanted and then getting away with it. Hollywood is a business that protects men over everyone else. And that's perfectly observed in Jason. He got a slap on the wrist for verbally and physically abusing Sophia in front of an entire cast and crew who in that moment did nothing because LIKE Sophia they feared for their jobs, that if they said something they could lose it. Producers and creators love nothing more than reminding actors that they're expendable. I can't count how many times I've heard actors talk about their jobs being threatened if they didn't shut up and do their job.

Also two other people quit because of Jason's behaviour and what was his punishment? Anger management courses and a public apology. He got to keep his job but other's literally could not continue on because of that abuse and we're still blaming those people for leaving but not for the person who did the abusing? That's really fucking terrible if that's your mentality and that people can't see past their dislike for someone by ignoring how the system of abuse is festered and continued.

At the end of the day all of this stems from women not being believed and it usually comes from other women. And that's never more apparent in this fandom, sorry but not sorry to say because its true.

As for her other experiences -what happened on OTH didn't just happen to Sophia, if you listen to her talk about that experience she is honest in her account that what happened to her doesn't come close to what happened to others, including Hiliarie Burton who physically had to leave the show because the abuse was so bad.

Sophia is tough and has always stuck up for herself. So much of the Drama queens podcast is the women talking about the storyline's they fought because they didn't sit right or they were problematic. This was past episode Sophia detailed how men on the show took wardrobe pictures of the girls in their underwear and sold them on ebay. How at the end of the series the show had a 'yard sale' of items from the series and one table was full of the underwear and bra's that the girls had worn on the show, which was being sold to the public. How would you react in a situation like that? Private intimate parts of your body are being sold to randoms and you weren't even made aware or even allowed to say no? That's really fucked up.

And as for PD, again that's all public information. Sophia didn't speak up about her experience until a year and half after it became public knowledge by an independent report that Jason was being investigated for sexual assault on the set. So if this fandom still wants to ignore those facts because you dislike her so much then that's your hill to die on. But don't sit there and tweet one after the other defending Tracy from horrible people when in the next batch of tweets you're dismissing Sophia and what she went through. If you can't see how contradictive that is than there's really a larger issue there. And honestly I've said it before - so many in this fandom do not understand misogyny and gaslighting because so many do it on the daily in their interactions with each other and about other actors/character's, its absolutely frightening to me.

This will always be the hill I die on. Misogyny and gaslighting- its an immediate non-starter for me. Its not about like Sophia or hating her, its about ignoring what she went through because you can't see past your hate for her to acknowledge what she went through happened and that it didn't just happen to her. Its not about proving Tracy is better or Upstead is better than Linstead - its not about any of the mythos of the show. Its about real people and real situations and in a post MeToo world how anyone can dismiss her experience where there is actual proof, is beyond me. Its troubling and its terrifying.

#sophia bush #chicago pd #i can rant about this forever bc it will never not be okay to not believe women #even if you hate them - trauma is trauma #and experience isnt expendable bc you cant put two and two together

[sagebaileyspeaks]

In the Heights, Colorism, and the Legacy of Lin Manuel Miranda

The last few days Twitter has been ablaze with discourse about the lack of Afro-Latinx representation in In the Heights. And while I am just another voice on the internet who no one asked an opinion from, I’m going to give it out anyway.

I think the backlash that Lin is getting is uncalled for. 

And before I proceed any further, I want to be clear about which backlash I’m talking about. I will never tell anyone that they don’t deserve to be seen and feel represented--I’m sure if the Black Panther trailer had come out and it was a majority light-skinned cast, we all would’ve felt some type of way--HOWEVER, what I am 100% not for is all the insults directed specifically at Lin and his work. 

Over the weekend, I saw people say he was anti-Black, racist, that he didn’t show support for Black Lives Matter (which he did many times tweeting out the names of those who had been killed by police, talking about how he was against police brutality, making a video specifically saying that Hamilton was his responsibility and that his production supported the movement) and more laughably, that Hamilton was a bad piece of theater and that Lin himself was not only a terrible person but a terrible writer. Have whatever feelings you have about the issue of colorism--but to say “The Room Where It Happens,” “Satisfied,” and “Wait For It,” are not exceptional pieces of music is just petty. 

Criticism of the movie has stemmed from the fact that none of the lead roles were dark-skinned or Afro-Latinos. The leads of the musical are Usnavi (and that role was always going to Anthony Ramos), Sonny, Benny, Nina and Vanessa. I consider the salon ladies secondary, but that’s just me and here’s how I feel about it.

Personally, as someone who is Black/Filipino, given the narrative of the musical, I always thought that not having any dark-skinned or Black characters in the main cast was intentional to drive home the prejudice of Nina’s father who doesn’t accept Benny because he’s not Latino. In those two roles specifically, that narrative point doesn’t work if Benny is actually Latino and Nina is Afro-Latina. It would defeat this point. Now granted, in the movie for some reason they drop this from the story (it was one of the cons I mentioned in my review) so in this version Nina could’ve been Afro-Latina and really, Vanessa could’ve been as well (I thought Karen from the original production was but she’s not) and wanting to see more representation from those two characters is completely valid. 

Now, I can’t speak for John Chu who really put his foot in his mouth over the weekend (although I will say that I also don’t agree with the issue of not casting South Asians in Crazy Rich Asians. If anyone who brings this up had read any of the books, they’d know that that is a major plot point. These people are classist and colorist. They want all of their children to have fair skin, they look down on those who aren’t. I mean this very literally when I say that it wouldn’t have made sense in this specific case because if the family would’ve had no problem with South Asians, they wouldn’t have had a problem with Nick’s girlfriend being American Chinese) and really, I can’t speak for Lin--I don’t know the guy. 

However, when I look at In the Heights as a stage musical and as a movie, I don’t see something that was written to maliciously exclude Afro-Latinos. I am not Latino, so maybe I don’t have the right to speak on it, but every time I’ve listened/seen the show, I always walked away feeling happy for the Latino community because it felt like a celebration of who they are and in this sense, if something is supposed to be a celebration of your community and you are not represented I 100% understand feeling slighted but I don’t agree with coming for the man’s career, questioning his integrity and basically calling him a piece of shit. 

I also don’t agree with saying the apology was bullshit--either we want people to grow or we don’t. Either people can fuck up and work towards being better people or they can’t. So unless you’re expecting everyone to come out the womb, knowing exactly what to do with a perfect moral compass and knowledge of how to navigate through these things then it’s a little baffling for you to say you’re upset about something, be given an apology and a promise to do better, and then say, “That’s not good enough.” 

But again, this is just my long two cents about the situation. 

#in the heights #colorism #lin manuel miranda

[cyaneyesullivan]

listening to WAP and having thoughts...

i took my interest off petekey for a while to focus on other stuff, but everytime i listen to Fall Out Boy, the wonder and amazement spark back immediately... i’m still completely blown away (among other things) by how much Pete must’ve liked (loved) Mikey to keep up with it for so long -- or how much he feels in general. and even if the songs aren’t about Mikey (i have discussed this briefly), it doesn’t change the fact that Pete is absolutely tormented by his own emotions. it’s kind of fascinating.

with that being said, i’m in the mood to list off all the suspicious lyrics ever written by Pete that makes me go “damn, Mikey really did a disgusting number on him” or like, “poor Pete man”

disclaimer: again, these lyrics, let alone songs, might not be about Mikey, but i choose to believe so. i have to satisfy my fixation and bedazzlement on the fact that petekey highkey happened in the summer of 05. 

i’m only including my favorite songs or i’ll be here all night.

italic = my favorite lines

in no particular order:

Bishops Knife Trick (a LOT to unpack in this one): - And I’m living out of time, eternal heatstroke - Spiritual revolt from the waist down - To the places that we never should have left - I’ve got a feeling inside that I can’t domesticate, it doesn’t want to live in a cage, a feeling that I can’t housebreak - And I’m yours, ‘til the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away - I’m struggling to exist with you, and without you - I’m sifting through the sand, sand, sand, sand, looking for pieces of broken hourglass - Trying to get it all back, put it back together, as if the time had never passed - I know I should walk away, know I should walk away - But I just want to let you break my brain - And I can’t seem to get a grip - No, no matter how I live with it

Heaven’s Gate (some interesting elements here that describe Pete’s all-consuming yet destructive love) - If there were any more left of me, I’d give it to you (this one is just a personal favorite, not particularly related to Mikey) - Go out in the world, start over again and again, as many times as you can - ‘Cause everything else is a substitute for your love - I’ve got dreams of my own, but I want to make yours come true (another personal favorite lol) - You’re the one habit I just can’t kick

The Last Of The Real Ones (i adore this song but it leaves a lot of space for vague interpretation, so I’ll just list off my favorite lyrics that give me goosebumps when I think they’re meant for Mikey) - You are the sun and I am just the planets, spinning around you - You were too good to be true, gold plated, but what’s inside you? - I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you but not as much as I do, as much as I do - I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me - That ultra-kind of love you never walk away from - I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision, but only for you - My head is stripped just like a screw that’s been tightened too many times, when I think of you - Just tell me, tell me, tell me I, I am the only one, even if it’s not true, even if it’s not true

Just One Yesterday (oh my lord, this one lmao -- honestly the whole song has this odd vibe that it’s a pointed jab at Mikey) - Anything you say can and will be held against, so only say my name - I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (any notion that suggests Pete is obsessed with the past is a win) - I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way - I don’t have the right name or the right looks, but I have twice the heart (i just feel like maybe he’s implying he’s not a girl and that does not please no-homo Mikey) - If I spilled my guts, the world would never look at you the same way (lol) - And now I’m here to give you all my love - So I can watch your face as I take it all away

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet (my ultimate favorite of FOB. unbeatable. i had to put it here if only to honor it) --> i talked about it before -- there are no obvious marks of petekey here, but i made a post on it in the past

Immortals (lolol) - I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass (hourglass, time, past, bottom half, Pete is still waiting for Mikey, blabla) - I try to picture me without you but I can’t - ‘Cause we could be immortals, immortals, just not for long, for long - And live with me forever now, pull the black out curtains down (blocking public exposure?) - I’m still comparing your past to my future - It might your wound but, they’re my sutures (Pete’s heartbreak = big inspiration that keeps him writing lyrics therefore having a career?)

Centuries (obviously) - Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold - But you will remember me, remember me for centuries (they must have done super crazy shit back in 05) - And just one mistake, is all it will take, we’ll go down in history (presumably, their story must be so nuts it will end up in a massive gossip explosion) - Mummified my teenage dreams (his songs lol) - No it’s nothing wrong with me, the kids are all wrong, the story’s all off, heavy metal broke my heart - Bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints - Cause I-I am the opposite of amnesia (notable, since there is concrete evidence of their ‘lovestruck summer’ in the form of a million of his lyrics) - You look so pretty but you’re gone so soon - We’ve been here forever, and here’s the frozen proof (again, his lyrics, photographs, dramas, tweets etc)

Irresistible (honestly, the whole song lmao) - Mon cheri (i’m only putting this one down because, little story: i didn’t know about petekey when i first listened to this song, and i’m french, and when i heard this for the first time i was like, wtf, people keep wanting to use french words and end up using them wrong. well, oops. maybe the use this time wasn’t as faulty as i thought)

HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON’T - I neve really feel a thing, I was kind of too froze - You were the only one, that even kind of came close - I took too many hits off this memory (memory = joint? lmao) - Another day goes by (without Mikey?) - So hold me tight, or don’t (basically, settle or fade) - Oh no, no, no this isn’t how our story ends - I got too high again when I realized I can’t not be with you or be just your friend - I love you to death but I just can’t, I just can’t pretend, we were lovers first - Confidants but never friends, were we ever friends? (interesting point since they never really had a lasting friendship. it’s a well known fact they helped each other with their own monsters (so, confidants), but after the whole summer fiasco, their friendship was at best on and off, and even then, there’s a lot of mourning on Pete’s end. poor guy) - ‘Cause I’m past the limits, the distance between us, it sharpens me like a knife

Jet Pack Blues - I’m the last one that you’ll ever remember - And I’m trying to find my peace of mind - She’s in a long black coat tonight (someone, in a significant night, has been in a long black coat too) - Did you ever love her? Do you know? Or did you never want to be alone? (notable, Pete is questioning whether or not his ‘love’ could stem from loneliness, because this shit happens way too often than should be) - Don’t you remember how we used to split a drink? It never matted what it was - I think our hands were just that close, the sweetness never lasted, no Novocaine (i like this one in particular because it just seems to suggest that Pete will never be finished with this, and will haunt Mikey forever, either to get revenge for being left behind or relive that one unforgettable summer) - I will always land on you like a sucker punch (omg lmao) - I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare - If you knew, knew what the bluebirds sing at you, you would never sing along - Because they took our love and they filled it up, filled it up with novocaine and now I’m just numb - I don’t feel a thing for you (sure) - I’m just a problem that doesn’t wanna be solved - I feel like a photo that’s been overexposed (i wonder if it’s because of all the junk he posted on livejournal) that concludes it! of course, there are so many more obvious songs, like Fourth of July and Bang the Doldrums, but i don’t love those songs, so i didn’t include them. and side note, the lyrics hit that much harder when Patrick is the damn singer and makes everything hurt. but i’ll rant about that in another post, maybe.

(it doesn’t really matter who sees this or doesn’t -- i just wanted to put this out somewhere. petekey will forever be so interesting. the impact Mikey (or whoever Pete wrote about) had on Pete is just unbelievable to me.)

end.

#fall out boy #my chemical romance #fob #mcr #mikey way #pete wentz #petekey #the summer of like #2005 #i can't get over this #i feel bad for pete

[spotofimagines]

Rivals Last ~ Jadon Sancho

A/N: So I had this in my drafts before he signed with man united but that's fine, we move, we adapt. A third piece for the @footballffbarbiex summer challenge. Hope you enjoy it :)

Warnings: none - reader is female

Summary: You love both your brothers dearly, but being in the football world with them can make some things a little complicated.

gif by @archivesbvb - gif by @ermuellert - gif by @italynt

Being a footballer meant living in a special world. Being in a footballing family meant living in a special world too. Being the younger sister of Lucas and Theo Hernandez meant living in a really special world. But nobody told you just how crazy it would be for all three of those things to apply to you.

You truly love watching your older brothers play football. They teach you something new during every match you see; even though you play as a striker, their movements and handling of the ball always inspire you to play better. After all, it was their defensive skills that helped you become a good goal scorer growing up since they never let a tackle go unchallenged in the park and you had to find out how to manoeuvre around them. A lot easier said than done.

Currently Lucas is signed with Bayern Munich. In his time there so far, he has learnt the heritage, history, and importance of wearing the badge and defending its honour in every match they play, especially derbies. Having supported Lucas, it quickly became easy for you to support Bayern Munich too and celebrate their victories like it was your own team. You'd always managed to do it with the clubs both your brothers played for, letting the atmosphere of the fanbase carry you away.

You have just finished your second season in England with Manchester City women's team. You'd settled in nicely now, having learnt a lot of the English language and culture already. The experience was made so much easier because of the help given by your welcoming teammates and the staff that translated things into French and Spanish during your first months there.

Fans were a little disappointed during the 2019 summer transfer window when it was confirmed all three Hernandez siblings would be leaving Spain to play separately in England, Germany and Italy, joking that no one could know what might happen with you all so far away. However, to you, it made things easier, as Lucas and Theo would stop making so many awful jokes about each other's clubs, only to join forces to diss your club even more afterward. Now the only connection you have to the clubs you all play for is the want for your sibling to win with them. And it is a great feeling. A welcome change of pace.

But no new change to your life felt as good as your blossoming "relationship", situationship, whatevership, you have with Jadon Sancho.

It all started with you flirting back and forth on social media, which turned itself into countless hours of DMs no one else could see. You congratulated his goals and he congratulated your wins. All the light-hearted teasing and the warm-hearted compliments stayed in your own little bubble. The only thing peeking out was your silly inside rule that if you were going to comment on a post, it had to be emojis only, stretching to a few words if you really couldn't help yourself - but it would earn you taunts from the other for the rest of the night.

Some eagle-eyed fans noticed how you'd been liking each other's posts every time they appeared for a while now, but it just added to the fun and thrill you got from flirting with him so much.

You weren't meant to be forming a bond with Jadon. He played for your brother’s rival. He was supposed to be the enemy. Someone you should dislike with a snap of your fingers. Certainly not a boy to fall for like you have.

You couldn't help yourself. Lucas and Theo had helped you since you moved to England by being the steady rocks they always were, cheering you on from afar. Your new teammates had helped you since you moved to England by introducing fun things for you all to do together and taking you under their wings. But Jadon had helped you in a different kind of way. He gave you a new kind of comfort and reassurance when you talked. He became someone to turn to with all your interesting news and your curious problems. He told you the good places to visit around the city that he remembered from his time there and taught you English slang to make your teammates laugh. You spoke three languages to varying degrees now, and you'd managed to pick up more German vicariously through Lucas in two years faster than Jadon had done living in Germany in four years, so you'd clue him into rude German phrases you had asked Lucas about, alongside the French and Spanish swear words he used more often than English ones now when you text. 

Even though a language barrier comes up once in a while, you have both learnt behaviours from each other and crave the contact you share. Jadon was starting to drop everything to send replies to you, a change his teammates have noticed and jokingly mock him for. Little did they know the unknown girl they joke he is smitten over is the sister of their rival.

Theo is the one in your family you usually tell about the boys you go out with; boyfriends and dates have been shared with him since you were 13 and doting on your first crush. He does the same with his girlfriends; asking advice and telling you more than you need to know at times. So, when you all went home for a bit of family time around Christmas, nothing could stop him from noticing the tell-tale signs that you had something going on. He already figured out through persistence that it was another player you were getting involved with, and his insistent questioning hasn't stopped in his search for who the player is.

But you keep it hidden from Lucas, and you don't know when you'll tell him. He has been your protector since you were kids, comforting you on sad nights when no one else was there, teaching you little secrets about how to navigate through the world, he even punched a boy who teased you once at school. The idea of telling him you were chatting romantically to another player would be trouble enough, but telling him it was a Dortmund player might just end up in another schoolground incident. You hadn't wanted Theo to know for fear he'd go dishing your dirt to Lucas, but he discovered it on his own and there was nothing you could do.

Who knows what might become of this thing you have with Jadon, and lord knows your eldest brother owns a hard as nails death stare that just might do Jadon in, but for now you actually quite like having the secret. A little mystery tucked away up your sleeve.

The rush you always get when Lucas calls your phone as you're typing a text to the Englishman,  feeling as though the first words from the other end will be shouts of how he knows everything and he'll never speak to you again for keeping it a secret, fills you with dread at times. But it never is the reason he calls, and it turns out he is just making plans or has something funny to tell you. But the way your heart thumps as you go back to texting Jadon, that is part of the chase you have to admit you enjoy.

Hardcore fans online have noticed the past few months that when you do interviews in English, the odd slang term comes up during jokes - terms you hadn't used before and stem more from London boroughs than northen towns - so speculation of how you'd learnt these things easily coincided with dating rumors.

Lucas had seen the speculation online; seen fans trying to put your interactions with the Dortmund player together through both your instagram stories and comments and the tweets you both had liked about the other. Lucas had even grown suspicious of the little questions you asked him about Germany, German phrases and his lifestyle there, not knowing why you would need nor want to know those things. But Lucas doesn't believe it. He knows that you know better to mix with a Dortmund boy.

Sometimes an older brother just doesn't get it quite right…

Soon, the chance will come to really see if your connection is something you can build on. Jadon's new signing with Manchester United has been confirmed and he will be moving back to England. It is a great opportunity to get to see him more often, rather than the odd rendezvous point or clandestine trip during small breaks in the season. You'll spend more time face to face instead of over the phone. You'll get to wake up in his bed and him in yours, without needing to sneak away from hotel rooms afterwards. You'll maybe even get to go on a proper date, just the two of you, where you can flirt across the table your joined hands rest upon. Hanging out with Jadon won't be the first time you've spent time together in person. However, getting a full day with only the two of you where you won't have to pretend you hardly know who he is, and you won't have to pretend your eyes aren't meeting across the group of people you're in - it fills your stomach with knots and butterflies.

A certain pressure has fallen off you now Jadon has no growing rivalry with Lucas, but not completely. You won't be able to take back the way their teams made the other feel in the past, but the fact there won't be more of it next season comforts you a little. The biggest thing that will hold you back from going public before the new season starts will be the media, but that is an issue you can't even begin to worry about yet. You are too caught up in the excitement of being in the same town as Jadon to care. Rumours are spinning crazier than ever about you two as some of your liked tweets about his move got reposted by sports pages and fan blogs - now joking about him being your rival instead of your brother's - and yet it didn't stop you, no longer all that bothered about keeping a low profile now you both will be living away from Lucas. If he gets mad, all he will be able to do is shout down the phone, and whilst you never want that to happen, you know the time to flourish with Jadon and capitalise on the foundation you have already built is better than ever, brothers be damned.

There are big changes coming for the both of you, yet one thing will remain the same no matter the outcome of your relationship. You can't quite stop being football rivals.

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