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darrysfav · 6 months
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more of the greaser girls and soc girls because i love women.
first off is mrs.shepherd
• she is one of the greaser girls you just don’t mess with unless you want to deal with her or brothers
• ok like I said in the last post is that she loved sylvia and looked up to her and couldn’t stand dally but i feel like she would tolerate him whenever he was hanging out with curly or tim when they weren’t all fighting
• her and evie are close too but only because they both hanged out with the same group
• but with sandy she wasn’t even close to her
• and wasn’t because of hate it was just because they could never share the same interests
now sandy
• she was actually really close to sylvia at one point but kinda lost that touch after leaving tulsa
• she tried to contact soda at one point trying to tell him that she’s sorry for what happened
• ponyboy answered the call and told her that he died in war, she thought he was joking but yk, she never called again and forced herself to forget about him
• sandy let evie and steve meet her baby
• she was very protective over soda because of how pretty he was
now my favorite girl evie
• she never let anyone talk shit about sandy
• so when steve talked about her after everything she almost beat the ever loving shit out of him
• evie had never liked sylvia because she once tried to hit on steve when he was at a party
• her and sandy would go on girls trip every so often
• she had baby fever after meeting sandy’s baby and steve sat there all scared
sylvia is up next
• she would get into fights a whole bunch
• i like to think that she was kinda close to johnny in a way
• she was scared of evie after accidentally hitting on steve
• she didn’t like two-bit because he would be with her friends then just leave
• moved away from tulsa after dally and johnny passed and never looked back
now cherry my girl
• felt bad that she would ignore pony
• she wanted to meet darry after pony told her about him
• she missed bob so much that she would blame herself
• moved away after she graduated and actually had got in touch with pony
• she stopped being with marcia after everything because she was really never that close to her
marcia even though she had like two minutes of screen time
• she really had liked two-bit
• would wonder why he never called her
• broke up with randy after bob passed because she didn’t know how to handle his emotions
• she had met pony again whenever she saw him at school
• saw two-bit again after everything happened and became friends with him
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toastedwrittenthoughts · 10 months
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Episode 10.. Here we go....
Our girls here have a lot to sort through this coming week.. And I for one am honestly not prepared for it...
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My first thought here was that they are in a church.. They got pews behind em, stain glass windows. Stopping a... rehearsal for the wedding (gagging)
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I get the feeling that between these two right now is that Buddy is trying to convince Susan that this race isnt something she needs to do. I dont know about you guys but... Is it just me or do Buddy and Susan look like their dressed to kinda... match?
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Susan no doubt gearing up and pre-glare putting on the jacket. Or taking it off. She'll see the Pink Ladies hyping up whoever is gonna race, my money's still on Olivia but if it's Cynthia or Jane I will be amused either way.
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Regardless of how things go down for the race, who's behind the wheel, I would want both the T-Birds and the Soc's to have this look on their face if the race goes BAD. Like, grinding gears, tires screeching.
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I am loving Jane's outfit right now. .. But I cant help but notice the fact that both Jane and Cynthia behind her both have their hands on their hips. I know when a challenge is being issued and the look here is kinda what I am getting.
Gil... Rag in hand (from what I am looking at) has been no doubt tending to his TBird for a race.
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Ah, Dot. Im sticking with my first bet with her being Susan's flag girl for the race she has.
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Either that's a 'good race' or an 'agreed' handshake over a deal of somesort. Dot looking so pleased with everything and Hazel looking like she could throw down right now.. Hazel, you good?
Still hoping that we get to see Zuko and Kenickie! They gotta be around here somewhere.. right?
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I am going to say that Olivia is going to have a moment where she thinks about her life with the POS that is Mr. Daniels and it plays out in her head in a way that leaves her miserable and I am HOPING that since this is being shown in black and white that if Gil gets back into the picture, colour comes back in like Bewitched or something.
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So good to see everyone together but... Um... I am going to point this out, Olivia but there are bows, lace and white. That, everybody is goddamn wedding dress if I ever saw one.
Side note or maybe I am just projecting... You see the guy to Nancy's right? If you look juuust above his shoulder... Im am PRAYING that THAT is Richie. It might just be some guy with the same hair but! LET ME HOPE!
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Power to women! Ladies building up Hazel in perfect Pink Ladies fashion.
Gotta say, its hard to see the 'Shake Shack' and not hear 'your the one that I want'..
For this final episode, I dont have much to go on and can't speculate much when I have already said my piece in past posts..
All I will end on is that I am hoping for a second season.
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bookworm-center · 1 year
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Dirtyhands and the Bloodbender: Chapter I- The Girl In His Suit
Author's Note: I started this before season 2 came out, so don't include that plotline into this at all. Season 1 sort of happens, at least the aspects that don't mess with the book events, and what is currently happening in this fic is a short little arc before the SoC storyline. Yes, I will include the ever present flashbacks and different POVs (but mostly Kaz and Y/n) and yes, Y/n has her own backstory. I may have traumatized her too much, but we're rolling with it.
Previous part below:
Dirtyhands and the Bloodbender
Kaz Brekker: The Girl In His Suit
I have begun to let my guard down. Too often, in my opinion. Perhaps that is how one of Rollins' Dime Lions had cornered me and Jesper in an alleyway.
Jesper had his hands resting on his guns but I wanted to know what Rollins wanted.
"What business?" I ask. It was a common response in the Barrel, not as a greeting but straight to the point.
"Rollins wants you to back off of his turf." The Dime Lion was walking forward, and nearly had our backs on the wall. I started to panic, internally, of course. I didn't have a plan to get out of this, but I couldn't let Jesper know that.
"I have never set foot in Rollins turf." I attempt to buy my time, although all three of us know that is a lie.
Two gunshots go off, one bullet hitting the man in the head and the other planted in his chest. He drops to the ground, unmoving, eyes still widened.
I glance at Jesper. His guns weren't smoking. "Wasn't me, boss." He raises his hands in surrender.
Someone jumps from the roof, their footsteps echoing softly on the ground, standing in shadow. I almost assume it's Inej when I remember that she was off doing a job.
"Do you always have to get yourselves in trouble when I'm not around?" The person asks.
Jesper grins and I thought he was about to sweep them off their feet. "Y/n/n!"
"Hey Jes." They step out of the shadows. It's my second in command, Y/n L/n. Her h/c hair was swirled into a hat and her eyes were shining the way they always did after a job. She wore a black suit, nearly the same as my own. Wait. That is one of my suits.
I raise an eyebrow, hoping it doesn't reveal whatever I feel when I look at her, "You took one of my suits? Again?"
She glances down at her outfit, as if she could forget what she wore and shrugged, evidently not regretting it. "Nina had to tailor me to look like you. For a job." She didn't look very different, though Nina may have already tailored her back.
What? No one had told me of that. "Were they fooled?"
Before Y/n can answer, Jesper does it for her. "Of course they were fooled, Y/n/n's the best actress in the Slat. Except for myself and Nina, I suppose."
"Speaking of acting, Pekka Rollins stopped by the Crow Club earlier. He was acting all nice and wanted to speak to you. I told him to talk to me instead. That asshole was looking at me like I'm eye candy in front of the whole Crow Club. But he did tell me what he wanted." Y/n adjusted the suit cuff, barely glancing at me while she spoke. She said it casually, like it happened everyday, but I could tell she knew that this must be important.
"Really? What did he want?" I didn't want my tone to change, but it had, all the niceties gone. He was looking at her like what?
Y/n looks around. "Not here." She sets off back to the Slat.
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deepspacedukat · 9 months
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Bliss After Bliss
A giant thank you to @bigblissandlove1 for allowing me to borrow her pointy boi captain for this SoC prompt! S’Talon is a Romulan OC created by @bigblissandlove1. This story was written/posted with their permission. Go check out their story, “The Raptor’s Descent” if you haven’t already! That’s where S’Talon came from! ✨
Day 8: Multiple Orgasms
SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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S’Talon (OC) x Reader
[A/N: This is smut, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]
Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, making out in a turbolift, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral sex (female receiving), oral sex against a wall, dirty talk, praise kink.
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At this diplomatic function, S’Talon had noticed her almost immediately. The beginning of the evening had been dull beyond measure, but he’d managed to maintain his facade of politeness. The moment she walked through the doors to the Federation flagship’s Ten Forward, he’d stopped short, completely losing his train of thought.
The Betazoid counselor he’d been speaking with followed his gaze and smiled.
“That’s one of the Enterprise’s medical staff. Would you like an introduction, Riov?” Counselor Troi gave him a knowing smile as she no doubt noticed his immediate attraction to the new arrival. He’d agreed barely a breath later when his eyes had met the mystery woman’s, and after a quick exchange of pleasantries, the counselor gracefully extricated herself, leaving Riov S’Talon alone with the object of his curiosity.
“Tell me, lhhei, have you ever been congratulated on your ability to work medical miracles before?” He asked, and she looked up at him in beautiful confusion. “You see, before this evening, I thought I’d seen beauty, but then you arrived and showed me how lovely life could be. My vision has never been so unhindered before.”
She let out a bashful laugh before she could stop herself, and when she lifted a hand to cover her mouth, S’Talon caught it carefully in his grasp and brought it to his own lips. The dilation of her pupils told him all that he needed to know about how he wanted the rest of the evening to unfold.
Barely half an hour later, they’d flirted and teased each other enough to make a hasty exit from the festivities inevitable. He wouldn’t have any problem making her scream over the dessert table, but such a respectable lady deserved to be treated with more decorum than that. They were merely looking for an excuse, and with a mischievous smile, S’Talon knew exactly how to make that possible. His lady was proudly grasping his arm as they chatted with a Federation ambassador - a particularly dull Bolian man - when he put his plan into action.
“Forgive me, Ambassador, but I’m afraid I’m not feeling well,” he said as he set his glass on the tray of a passing server. Turning to the lovely lady on his arm, he saw concern in her eyes. With a wink, he spoke to her. “I’ve been told you’re in the medical field, lhhei. Perhaps you could give me an examination...? I’d be most grateful.”
The exact moment when she caught on, her eyes widened and she gripped his arm a little tighter.
“Of course, Riov. It would be a pleasure.” As soon as they were alone in the turbolift, S’Talon’s accomplice placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him. “What seems to be the trouble?”
Eager girl. He’d definitely made the right choice. With a mock-serious expression, he placed his hands on her waist.
“Ah, you see, I’ve a rather persistent ache,” he answered, and she crooned sympathetically. “Yes, it seems to be exacerbated by the presence of gorgeous officers like you.”
“I’ve got just the thing,” she whispered catching his lips in a hungry kiss. Wrapping her more securely in his arms, S’Talon moaned against her when she nipped at the corner of his mouth. He could almost swear that the lift opened at one point along their journey, but if it did, nobody got in with them. A wise decision.
They’d barely made it to the Riov’s assigned guest quarters before clothes went flying. Her dress hadn’t even hit the floor before the Romulan dropped to his knees. Pressing her back against the wall, he lifted one of her long, beautiful legs over his shoulder and kissed his way up her thigh. Savoring the feeling of her fingers digging into his hair to guide him, S’Talon showed her just how talented a Romulan lover could be, even if it was only destined to be for a night.
He loved the way she shouted his name as she fell apart, and he made it his goal to make her repeat that performance as many times as was physically possible while he was in her company. When he rose to his full height, she dragged him into a passionate kiss that had him tearing at his own clothing. He tossed his tunic aside, unfastened his trousers, and took her against the wall in a flurry of moans, whimpers, and pleas for him never to stop.
“So warm and eager...I wanted you like this from the moment I laid eyes on you,” S’Talon admitted as he looked intensely into her eyes, allowing her to see the full extent of the hunger she’d inspired in him. His pace quickened when she moaned his name, and soon they both fell apart with sounds that were more reminiscent of animals than sentient beings.
But he wasn’t prepared to leave this encounter at a single instance of ecstasy. Not by a long shot. She’d looked at him curiously as he carried her to his bed, but he just smirked against her skin as he kissed his way down to her breasts.
“Riov...?”
“Your care has been exemplary, but I’m afraid that Romulans require more extensive treatment,” he explained as his hands slid down her waist. “But only if you’re willing to continue to provide it, of course.”
Instead of an answer, she cupped the back of his head, coaxing him back up to her lips.
By the early hours of the morning, S’Talon was thoroughly proud of the amount of times she’d come for him. To his delight, he’d discovered that provided the correct combination of stimulation and praise, consecutive orgasms made her tremble and call for him with a devastated sort of affection that made his lok ache.
This dance was one to which he was becoming addicted. Looking at the clock, he knew there would only be time for a few more rounds, so he resolved to make them the best she’d ever had.
“Such a good girl. You can give me a few more, can’t you? Yes, of course you can.” S’Talon murmured as his fingers curled against his lover’s sweet spot over and over, drawing lovely little moans from her lips. “That’s right, give yourself over to me again. You deserve so much pleasure.”
He’d wondered all night what medium would suit a sketch of her the most, but he was stuck between oil pastels and his tried and true charcoals. As she tensed and arched off the bed in the throes of yet another orgasm, he couldn’t help but marvel at how responsive she’d been for him.
Without slowing his thumb’s movement on her clit, he quickly replaced his fingers with his lok, making her clutch at his shoulders as she begged him to fuck her again.
Moments later as she convulsed around his length, whimpering into the crook of his neck, S’Talon had made his decision: mixed media was the only solution. Continuing his unrelenting thrusts, the Riov allowed himself to become lost in the feeling of his lover’s embrace.
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Romulan Words:
lhhei = my lady
Riov = Captain
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rad-goose · 3 months
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I'm perfectly aware that the place to put this post is linkedin and not Tumblr.com (although i might make a more professional-looking version).
Anyway, I'm horrified by the amount of cyber attacks that are happening in the last few days. Especially because a couple of these are really big companies, and one would think they have an IT department that knows how to do their job. Even better, they should have at least one person that deals with cybersecurity.
I know that security operations centers (where we use very expensive systems to monitor the networks and the assets of the companies, plus we often investigate previous security incidents and produce intelligence reports) are expensive. I work in one and it's not the solution that works for everyone. A small company with few employees definitely cannot afford a SOC, but a big corporation? That would be nice (again, it's not the only solution and every client is different, you need to tailor the cybersecurity solution to the client).
But a videogame studio? I would expect them to take security seriously. And not only because of the data involved, but industrial espionage is a thing (although it's difficult to prove and it happens rarely that it's taken to a court, however it does happen), but it's a risk. A worldwide clothing company? A fucking bank? Sure.
The problem with certain things it's that "it won't happen to me". Until it does. And you end up paying 300x than you would be paying at least a cybersecurity consultant to prevent the attack.
Even better, a lot of the simplest measures are free to implement. No USB from home policy. Disabling local administrator accounts. Implement a strong password policy. Implement a blacklist for suspicious websites (and also, maybe stop downloading cracked software if you don't know where to find reputable sources? I see you trying to download that CoD aimbot, how embarrassing)
Implement a strong antispam policy (which is fundamental, as this is very very often the access point - you send a targeted spam email to a company with 3k employees and I can guarantee you that at least one will download the malicious file or insert the credential on the fake office 365 website, it's just what it is.)
But most people won't, because "it's annoying" and users don't want to put the effort to like, keep their fucking job and remember a 12 character password(yes, a company can suffer so much damage from a cyber attacks that it might even close the business, and yes, I had to fight with clients that refuse to change their AD admin accounts set in 2015 even when I told them about a potential leak) Not to mention that the data stolen often is the employees data. And you don't want your identity stolen by a criminal, do you?
And the danger when these attacks are carried against hospitals. People can die if the whole network shuts down because no one cared to implement basic cybersecurity.
And it's not true that organisations don't have the budget. We both know you are lying lol.
Don't get me wrong, there is nothing foolproof, there will always be a certain amount of risk.
I just expect people to use some good sense and I'm often disappointed lol.
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phonoix · 1 year
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I hope these are my last insane thoughts on season 2 and then I promise I'll shut up forever.
Obviously there's spoilers from the show and even the books, please don't come at me I've warned you. I've binged the show in a day and I'm not good at keeping spoilers so you've been WARNED. <3
Let's go!
The thing that was very clear to me, since season 1, is that the showrunners relied so much on the crows that they should've just made the SoC show from the beginning.
Why adapt the SaB books when they're clearly not the main focus even in their own show?
In the first season the blend between the two series of books and two sets of very different characters was pretty smooth and actually very very enjoyable.
We get to see characters interact even though they're not from the same timeline and that's pretty cool.
A few things were cut out from the first book in that season but I'm not mad about it, in the end they were infinitesimal things.
But oh boy this new season.
From the first moment it was pretty clear to me that the writers had decided to focus on the crows.
Disclaimer before I go too far:
I don't actually resent the crows, I haven't read the books yet but I'm working on it. I like the characters and the actors are SPOT ON, they did an exceptional job. Still, the show was supposed to be about SaB, and in my opinion that was not delivered in s2.
Let's continue.
From the title cards to the amount of detail in the crows plotline, it's easy to see that they're the beloved ones in the franchise and by the fans.
(Quick tangent: I don't understand why some crows fans are being so mean about the sab trilogy. Like? Okay we get it. You think the first trilogy is boring. Now let me read it in peace. But I don't think we're all ready for that conversation. I literally saw a post being like "why can't I just watch the crows parts, who cares about the main story" You can but, it isn't THEIR SHOW-)
Because even if the crows story in the show isn't the SoC or CK ones, it's a very detailed one. Like- I'm seriously impressed by the sword plotline, that was actually so good. (Even though the crows+Tolya+Zoya went on this wonderful trip, almost died to retrieve a sword they used THREE TIMES. but I'm getting off topic.)
And since this isn't their show it's okay they have a new story that isn't necessarily the one from their books. In the show they have a new adventure that will eventually flow in their own show, that's fine.
So why not make the crows show from the beginning?
I'm focusing too much on the crows but I swear I do have other points.
It's plain as day that the next season, crows spin off or not, is going to be about them. (If Netflix doesn't cancel the show. REALLY NETFLIX???)
That cliffhanger? That's literally the plotline of SoC. (I DID read the first few chapters of SoC, I promised I was working on it and I am!)
What I'm really upset about is that the characters of SaB were basically abandoned to themselves, the level of detail in their plotline was so low.
The writers literally picked four key moments from Siege and Storm and Ruin and Rising and went with it. They've speed run so fast through those two books I got whiplash anytime I stopped to take a breath.
And that's another sign of, I guess, the showrunners' fear that there might not be a third season. Just cram the two books together because we don't have the luxury of adapting one at a time.
But boy it was painful to watch. They could've adapted both books together? Yes. Could've it been done better? Yes.
As someone who LOVED the SaB trilogy it was really sad.
I didn't like this season, they killed people that weren't supposed to die (yet) just for shock effect and they've basically compressed four books in eight episodes. The pacing of the second season felt,,, odd, like we were travelling through hyperspace.
They tried to tie Nikolai at the crows and it felt so odd it was almost dumb. (I'm talking about the fact that "turns out it was Nikolai all along that hired the crows to kidnap Alina")
The SaB parts were rushed and at times sloppy. They glossed over ENTIRE CHUNKS of the books and for what? It wasn't even enjoyable.
And it's insane because the first season was so good?
I'm the first one to say that you can't properly adapt a book into a movie or show because, well a book is a book and the level of detail that is in there can never be fully put in a show. But this wasn't even well executed.
I'm all down for cutting parts that can be cut out, or like, morphing a few parts together so they're all mentioned but take less time. You know? Iconic lines can be put in other contexts, I'm totally cool with that. You can mention something that is important to the story or like something beloved by fans even without spending an episode on it.
But, like- for example. The scene of the Darkling's attack at the Spinning Wheel? Is just. So wrong-
In the books it happens at the Palace, during a party (I think it's Nikolai and Alina's engagement's party as well) and like, the anxiety and the build up to it is insane. I was literally sweating while reading it, the time it takes to realize Vasily's mistake (that asshole) and the anxiety of "will they get to the Little Palace in time to save the others", it's gruesome but also terrifying and in the show is so bland. You barely even register it happens.
And then there's another attack, this time for real at the Spinning Wheel but they're two different parts in two different books. And that one was also anxiety packed and just so good. Baghra confronting the Darkling, baby little Misha. WHAT HAPPENS TO NIKOLAI 👀.
But in the show it doesn't even properly exist.
They've morphed the two (very different) parts together but they weren't even good. What did they gain? 40 minutes of screen time? That they spent on the god awful ending? More time for the crows? Sure why not, but again it's not their show. (I swear I'm not upset at the crows lmao.)
Literally those two attacks where something worth spending an episode on but they were completely forgot about or poorly executed. So poorly executed they have to relay on something else to show the nichevo'ya's effect on Nikolai. (Also completely forgot: the nichevo'ya attacking Alina and literally chomping her shoulder- but now I'm getting picky.)
They completely glossed over Alina's Saint journey. The way she DOESN'T want to be a Saint, her guilt and the fact she feels like a fraud, the way the poor faithful people are treated at the gates of the city.
They've added Inej calling her saint a few times but they never show the zealots or the crowds of people chanting her name. The people claiming to sell her bones or the pressure Alina feels or her hopelessness whenever she looks over those people raising their hands at her.
All the shit she has to go through with the Apparat. (Rat of a man) The White Cathedral, how Alina is basically drained after the Little Palace attack but the Apparat makes her do essentially magic tricks to keep the crowds at bay while at the same time keeping her underground, away from the sun, to make her weaker.
Alina finally gaining control of her abilities (literally cutting a mountain in half) but also finally gaining the trust of the Grisha and turning into a badass general.
Rip show fans you'll never know how fucking powerful and what a savage white-haired Alina was.
THEY FORGOT ABOUT MY BABY MISHA AND WHAT ABOUT ONCAT?
Mal and Alina's conflict that goes on for TWO AND A HALF EXCRUCIATING BOOKS was nonexistent. Which I'm actually rather happy about, but then the ending doesn't make sense.
The ending? Boy don't even make me start on this. It felt like a fan fiction in the worst way possible.
Can I talk about David? I will quickly talk about David.
What was that about? Guys. Be for real please. Tell me it's all a joke. I haven't read the KoS duology yet, (I'm working on it. I'm a slow reader) but I know what happens in RoW, so I knew THAT was inevitable. But guys. This was awful. My girl Genya has been through so much and now you add THIS?
I'm 100% sure David was killed for shock effect and just to take him out of the triumvirate. What for, tho? So that Alina could have a girl power moment? This is insane-
I'm all down for Alina having her badass moments because god knows she absolutely deserves them, but she had PLENTY of them in the books,,, IF ONLY YOU ADDED THEM TO THE SHOW.
Literally what happened to "I'm the Sun Summoner. It gets dark when I say it does."? Wasn't that girl power enough? Or literally any time Alina rekts the Apparat? Wasn't that badass enough?
I know this sound like the ramblings of a mad woman but I am feeling quite mad after watching s2.
I'm not going to pretend I liked it.
There were some things I didn't hate, others I quite liked, but in the grand picture I'm very disappointed.
I loved the SaB trilogy, in my opinion it was very good. The crows books feel very action packed and that's good but I liked that some parts of the SaB trilogy feel very calm. You know? There are a bunch of "dull" moments at the Little Palace, where Alina has to venture into the political life or just where we get to understand how the Grisha in Ravka tick. And honestly they were some of my favorite parts.
So,,,, in conclusion? I'm not happy about this season. I waited so long for it and I'm honestly disappointed by the SaB plotline. Again I liked the crows part but that's because it wasn't really based on their books. (even though I know the first few episodes are loosely based on CK, but ultimately their quest wasn't something out them.)
I've hoped the SaB story would've been different but it isn't so I'll just reread the books to calm and console my soul. (Idk it felt like they were the least loved kids in the show. And sometimes even by some fans.)
The actors are amazing, they all have so much untapped potential it's insane. And it's a shame we won't get to see them act in so many cool scenes.
Anyways, pardon my bitterness and and absolute lack of sense in this rant. <3
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ratboyrecall · 2 years
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Fifth Post - Yet again am I posting. But this be not an ordinary post. It is... THE NEXT CHAPTER. Yes, I know, this took way too long. And I apologize. But may Dallas make up for this by dragging you in like Pennywise drugged Georgie under. Just... less pain and more charm with the perfect look of an angel.
Worlds Apart Will Soon Collide: Part 2
I sighed, wandering to side of the road on my bike while watching houses go by. The frustration from the fight I had with someone in my family still sitting with me. It also didn't help that the humid air ran against me. The night's breeze was refreshing when I picked up speed but the muggy and stuffy breaths I took were bothersome. Areas where I had gotten hit didn't feel too swell either, aching each time I pushed my legs.
It wouldn't be a stretch to think I was running away since I had a backpack full of clothes, cash, a blanket, and snacks on. It made it difficult to keep going but I didn't want to stop.
Originally, I planned on going to Michael. He would tease less than James and wouldn't dote on me like Rebecca or Laura. Not to mention I'd probably get questions from their parents about ill intentions.
But I'd probably get questions pestering me so it wasn't worth the hassle. So I just decided to go on and on until I couldn't.
Trees started going past instead of high-kept cars and houses.
Then areas filled with things littered across the yard.
It was then that I started to slow. This place was somewhat unfamiliar. I wasn't use to seeing anything this messy in my neighborhood.
Pretty soon, I realized why.
There were looks as I passed by the run down houses. Ones of curiosity or hate. Even the soft scoffs, huffs, and grinding of teeth was audible as I looked around.
Suddenly screeching to a stop, my head whipped around.
I was in the ghettos with people that were now looking at me like vultures on their next meal.
I frantically looked around, attempting to find a way out that wouldn't land me in the claws of a Greaser, let alone anyone here.
In my 360° search, I laid my eyes onto a building lit up. Immediately, I identified it as diner from the flashing sign and laughter coming from it. In all honesty, I wanted to just skip it and travel back, staying with Michael until things blew over.
But as my stomach growled, letting me know this, and the bars I brought wouldn't suffice.
With a quiet whine, I got my bag and drove my bike towards something I could lock it up on.
Walking in, I looked around.
Despite the gloomy outside appearance, it was actually nice...
Laughter bounced off the walls while people talked with one another like old friends who hadn't seen each other for awhile. They smacked each other friendly like, grinning ear to ear.
As I continued down the area, I suddenly met the end of the diner.
And with it came a crowd a few steps away from the only empty streets.
I tensed up before trying to silently shuffle my way towards the booth.
When I sat down, I messed around with the pen left on the table as I waited for the waitress. It dropped at one point so I leaned under the table to get it. The rough bumps of dried gum rubbed around my arm as I attempted to reach it. Coming up after doing so, scratches of things like initial hearts and drawings brushed passed my hand, making me regret coming here a bit.
But something else only increased that regret.
A voice drifted through the air, boastful and loud. It was oddly familiar as I kept on listening.
"The fuzz are never getting this one. I've escaped them once and I'll do it again. Besides, I'm not afraid of their little time out buildings! It's nothin' I can't handle."
That voice... Where have I heard it before?...
"Yeah but it ain't the same for the Socs!"
There was laughter before the voice bragging cut it off.
"You!- Now listen here, I left those girls on purpose. I just didn't feel like messin' with them anymore 'cause they were boring but if I wanted, I could'a picked up them girls in a heartbeat! Not to mention this other kid with a real ugly mug showed up and it was really annoying how he tried being all brave."
The laughter changed from mocking to a friendly shared one but that just made things more uncomfortable for me because realization hit me like a sack of bricks.
It was that Dally person I encountered at the park.
Now those snack bars didn't look like morsels, rather, a meal all of a sudden.
I rummaged through my bag, trying to get my hoodie so I could cover my face and leave. That plan failed when the crowd started to move around and I looked up only to make eye contact with the one person I wanted to avoid.
"Speakin' of pests... Look who decided to roach his way into our territory!"
I felt like I was shriveling up like a grape right in my seat as he stopped leaning against the counter and started walking towards my table.
"What's Soc trash like you doing in our turf?"
His voice was filled with venom, like he had just turned into a snake or something the moment his eyes met mine.
On second thought, maybe that fight was just a little bit of words calmly said to help me.
As if the universe wanted to remind me, one of the areas suddenly shot a sharp sting up the side of my face when I subconsciously bit the inside of my mouth. With a quick wince, I turned a bit, making Dally laugh.
"What, scared I'm gonna jump yah or something? You're just as sad as when you tried challenging me back at the park."
I stared up at him with fear hidden in my soul. But being the idiot I was, I replied with a smart remark.
"And you're just as pitiful as when you thought you could pick up my friend."
That's probably when he snapped, approaching with a bloodthirsty expression. Thank god he was stopped short by someone else that was familiar to me.
"Come on man, just let him be. You were sorta in the wrong when you bugged 'em. Just let him be."
Dally looked at me with disdain before walking off with a huff. As he did, the person came to my table.
"Sorry about that. Dallas sorta likes doin' his own thing. I'm Two-Bit by the way. Nice to meet you."
He looked at me for a response but I was too busy staring at the shake he brought with him. When he noticed my gaze, he snickered.
"I should probably let you get your order in first, yeah?"
I nodded, thankful I didn't have to sit hungry or else all of what he might say would've gone over my head.
As a waiter came by, I gave them my request before turning back to Two-Bit to listen.
"You all good now?"
A nod was sent to him in response as I waited for what else he was going to say. But instead of hearing words, I got a chuckle.
"I ain't got anythin' else. Sorry if you were expecting something. Got anything yourself? Like a name you're willin' to share? Questions?"
I paused for a bit, thinking about what I was going to say before finally speaking up.
"One, how'd you come up with your name?... And two, how do you seem like Dallas is the easiest person to talk to?... Oh, sorry, I'm Y/N by the way."
This got another chuckle as he looked to the side with a smile.
"Far from it actually. A few people in our gang just put up with him. But he's still alright. A hero at times the way I see it, though he doesn't loke bein' called that much so don't go using it on him, you hear?... Bravest man you'll ever meet but dangerous too. Sorta like a lion. As for my name, I just got by that 'cause everybody always says I have my own 'two-bits' to put in. Nice name by the way. Sounds interesting."
My mind wandered to Dallas' image, thinking about what he said. Now that it was brought up, he did look sorta like one. A wild mane, fierce looks, and sharp attacks. Seemed like a lion to me.
As if Satan himself heard my thoughts, along came the man I wanted to avoid.
"Hey, why are you acting like he's your best friend all of a sudden? Last I checked, we didn't need to add anyone into the group and you already had someone to fill that spot."
"Come on man, leave him some slack please. Seems like a nice person. Why don't you two talk while I get you a shake or somethin' Dally?"
My brain quickly though of something out of the blue.
What if I was the one who got something? It would ease Dallas a bit to the point he might talk to me. But why would I want that?... Hmm... Let's say for answers about his type of character besides the bothersome dick but we know about. Yeah, that's it and that's all.
Once he said his order, I spoke up.
"I'll pay for it!"
That's when heads turned my direction.
Oh lord why did I just blurt that out... Lovely, just lovely. Now I look desperate.
Dallas responded with a glare.
"What was that all about? Eager to flaunt your money or something? Big talk from someone who looks like they're on the run or something."
I stiffened up, staring down at the table to avoid eye contact but in hign-sight, it was just something that made me look more guilty.
A laugh followed. A cold, mocking laugh.
"You are... Aren't you?"
Silence.
"And here I thought Socs were actually decent at one thing and that was being content with their lives. Apparently not. You guys have it all and yet you're still whiney little craps that want more-"
"Dallas, maybe you shouldn't-"
I felt something click, ready to be fired as he mocked me for my choice.
"You don't care about others. It's just yourself. You want to have everything and then take it again and again like the selfish brats you are-"
"Just shut up!"
My hands slammed down on the table as I stood up a bit.
"You're a lot of talk for someone who thinks they can just mess with whoever they want and act like they own people or things that aren't even theirs! Do you think I wanted to be alive?! To have this whole Socs/Greaser feud going on?! To have my family member always pestering me about things they shouldn't be on about? I'm sorry if I'm selfish but I'm also sorry for the fact you're so frail that you think you need to seem tough and act like a jerk all the time instead of being a decent person!"
By then, the dinner has went silent. The only sound that came now was the sound of me getting up and the rustling of my bag. But as soon as Dallas glared at them, the chatter went back like it had never died down. Yet I was already out the door.
Getting my bike, I tried to simply hop on and pedal off but my bag bought me backwards.
It's contents spilt everywhere, just adding to my frustration.
Leaning down, I started picking it back up, planning to leave quickly just like before. Those plans were put on pause as a pair of shoes stood in front of my face.
My eyes traveled up to meet Dally's, each having a look of murder.
"Let me help."
"I can do it myself."
"Well I can't be okay if I don't do just shut up and let me..."
I huffed in defeat, not wanting to have another fight, especially with this person. In the middle of picking things up, he spoke up yet again.
"I apologize about what I said back at the dinner Y/N."
"Don't. I know you're lying. And how do you know my name?"
"I am not now just take it!... And Two-Bit told me. Now just accept my apology..."
I looked back at the dinner to see a hopeful Two-Bit with his thumbs up and let out a sigh.
"Fine. Apology accepted now go away."
He stood there before finally saying something.
"No... I was gonna ask you if you needed a place to stay... I have somewhere... I was going to offer it. It would make me seem less like a jerk, right?..."
A loud scoff came from me before I sat there.
"You're just trying to fix your image... Figures."
"I'm am but not for the reason you're thinking. Look, I may not care what people thought before but I've already gone through a scene where someone didn't trust me because how I acted and it screwed things up so... I'm trying to make sure I seem okay. Besides, Soc or not, the others seem like they're already trying to drag you into this group... Probably because Ponyboy's whole speech crap, trying to convince us not all Socs are bad... And I want the people in my gang to know I'm not gonna screw them over if they ask for help."
I paused, processing the words. It was hard to believe these people who barely even knew me were trying to get me into their gang so it seemed like an excuse. But it's probably beneficial to me if I just ignore that... Nothing big would come out of me asking anyways, right?
"Fine... I'll take it..."
"You sound like you're reluctant. Look, I get that you're mad at me and some bullshit things, but the least you could do is be sure about staying."
I thought for a bit, mind playing what he said. Maybe this really was an apology but despite the meaning, he had a sucky way of showing it.
"I said fine. I don't mind... It's better than any other place..."
"Wait, really."
I couldn't help but laugh at the sudden question and look on Dallas' face. He seemed confused and it was slightly humoring.
"Yeah..."
There was another pause amongst the multiple that seemed to be happening tonight before he crossed his arms and went back to the tough boy look.
"Then... fine. But you're coming back inside. You're wasting a good meal and you still owe me my shake. You aren't getting off rent free."
I sighed, picking up my bag with myself before following him back it. This may be difficult but maybe things were beginning to look up between me and Dally?...
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ghostampede · 1 year
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okay so ive been ranting in twitter about it but im doing it here too: as someone who adores six of crows and thoroughly enjoyed shadow and bone season 1, i am so baffled by the writing decisions made for the crows this season. ESPECIALLY considering they’re planning a spinoff like wtf are they even gonna do there at this point. how did we get a rushed and misplaced half of crooked kingdom while matthias was still in prison. i had to stop at episode 4 because i couldn’t take it and apparently it just gets worse for them. s&b already had a problem with slight tonal inconsistency with the two book series’ plotlines and cast crowding but it wasn’t nearly as bad in s1 as it was here. jesper’s secret that is a late ck plot twist is revealed in episode 1. kanej is happening left and right. wylan and jesper’s friendship and slowburn were thrown out ghe window cause they fucked in the tannery off screen so we lost all that banter. the ck tension of raised stakes is already happening. the dialogue is abysmal but thank god the actors are actually the most perfect people for the roles because sometimes i didn’t even notice until i reran the dialogue in my head. apparently inej leaves at the end of the season. why did nina go visit matthias and make a deal with rollins where am i??? i could barely focus on the coherent plot of the s&b stuff because the pacing and rushed feeling of the six of crows plotline was eating away at my brain. i could barely focus on one over the other and jarring divide in plots were insane like it didn’t even feel like they were the same show. s&b deserved to have the spotlight and the crows absolutely deserved their own show from the start. if they were planning a spinoff they should’ve just teased the crows or let the entirety of their appearances be backstory for the fucking soc plotline instead of having crooked kingdom happen before the fucking ice court in a shared adaptation. idk if that made sense i could talk for hours about how the writing took away everything interesting about kaz’s perspective or at least did it in a messier way or how rushing wesper this much completely takes away everything from their dynamic and what made them so loveable as a pairing or how the crows internal conflict from ck happening now makes no sense but they deserve seperate posts. idk.
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skrunklybf-archived · 2 years
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armin arlert x f!reader
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good girls get good grades; one of the many expectations your parents pressed into you from an early age. a fierce people pleaser, you wanted nothing more than the thick haze of burnout to lift from your shoulders, before you have to run home with your tail between your legs in defeat. good thing your sociology class holds a fellow overachiever.
tags: college au, academic rivals, depression, angst, toxic family dynamics, slow burn romance, multi chapter fic, unclear feelings, reader is an unreliable narrator, eventual fluff
wc: 2.5k
notes: wheeeewwww y'all. WHEEEWWWW. i couldn't decide how to approach this chapter so it's gone through several transformations.....hhhh..... anyways, hope you enjoy eren briefly checking out your ass ♡ love you all
chapters: 01 | 02 | 03
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Chapter Three: Flattery
"You looked great up there."
Armin's habit of suddenly appearing behind you was already getting old. Stilling the erratic rhythm in your chest, you slowed your stride a bit to let him catch up.
"Will you stop sneaking up on me?" A small smile betrayed your stern tone. "And... thanks, my grade almost ate shit. I owe you one." The weekend came with a sense of fleeting relief, like holding ice in a burned hand. Time to rinse and repeat, right?
Armin fell into step at your side. He thought about how rarely you actually stop to talk. Always moving, as if your schedule was tightly packed, or poorly planned. He reckoned it could be either at this point.
"Any time. Y'know, it wouldn't be a bad idea to study together more often." The blonde held a sunny aura, something that you wished was more contagious. "I like the way that you think." You knew it was a compliment, but pride didn't swell at his words like it should've. Instead, you peeked at the boy suspiciously from your peripheral.
Shoving your hands in your jacket pockets, you looked thoughtful for a moment. Would that be... weird? What does he mean by that? A chime from your phone called your attention away before you could reply. "Uh, hold on, Armin." Dread squeezed the air from your lungs upon reading the contact name.
Incoming Call
Dad
You stopped walking. Unaware, Armin stopped a few steps ahead of you. It was almost impressive how fast your thumb automatically moved to answer the call despite the blood draining from your face.
"Hi, Dad."
Armin sealed his lips together.
He couldn't pretend to understand the nature of your relationship with your family. Over the few days and several hours you spent next to each other, the blonde watched you ease so slowly back into the familiar rhythm you used to move in, almost as if invisible weights were being dropped from your ankles. It was refreshing. It was interesting. He held a sneaking suspicion whatever icy visage you threw over yourself publicly was just that -- a show, an act. Smiles on your lips weren't as rare as he once thought. Whenever your family was mentioned, though, you were a deer caught in headlights.
"Yeah, I'm finished for the day. I did well on my presentation for soc," eavesdropping is rude, he reminded himself, so Armin angled his body away and pretended to busy himself with his phone as you spoke, "marks should be posted by the end of the night."
How deeply did they monitor you? The blonde chewed his cheek. Something in your voice sounded so artificial and plastic. It seemed glue stuck your feet in place but ignored your hands, thumb flicking over fingertips in a repetitive motion he could only pin as a nervous habit.
Armin caught shade falling down your face. "I know, I was... studying, with my tutor. The library closed and the diner was still a public place, so..."
Ah, right. He still felt awful about the late hour he kept you out the night before. Still, even if you were with him out of pure necessity, Armin found himself enjoying the company. Was it selfish of him? Maybe. It still felt nice to imagine that you didn't hate him as much as he thought.
A separate, familiar voice called to him from across the lawn, dragging him from his thoughts. Eren jogged himself over, messy brunette bun bobbing with each long step. Armin watched you turn and meander a short distance away with your phone pressed firmly against your ear. The two boys exchanged loose greetings ending with Eren shoving a thumb in your general direction, "who's this? Are you waiting for her?" Armin pocketed the phone he only used as a distraction, watching warily as Eren let his eyes wander over you. Why did he say it like that? The blonde looked to you too, facing away and combing a hand through your hair as you talked.
Armin remembered being taken aback by the shift in your appearance that day. Lately your body all but swam in hoodies and sweaters far too big for you, coupled with plain dark jeans and sleepless bags under your eyes. You looked tired, and rightfully so. But that day, Armin could guess what Eren was so non discretely gazing at; his eyes fell down your back, to the curve of your ass, beautifully shaped in a pencil skirt.
He shoved the brunette, the tips of his ears flushing as he tore his eyes away from you. Eren barely budged, chuckling playfully at his friend and muttering "relax, relax" in the air between them.
"I'm walking her home," Armin started, "then we can head to Jean's." A certain brass clung to his words without permission. He wasn't entirely sure where it came from, but he felt a tad grateful for it regardless.
Eren snorted in reply, "why don't you just bring her with?"
"[Y/N] has more important things to do than get drunk with a bunch of random guys."
"Not random," the taller friend interjected, "she'll know both of us, right?"
Both of us?
A rubber band pulled taught in Armin's chest at the implication. Eren Jaeger, his best friend for the majority of his life, the man who never stuttered or faltered when talking -- especially to women. He was a cocktail of confidence and charisma jam packed into a six foot frame, topped with a scrunchie to hold back his mane of dark hair. Armin felt so utterly flat and nondescript in comparison. He felt a flicker of annoyance clench his throat as you turned, eyes landing on the friend in question.
You had pocketed your phone, the jacket wrapped around you doing little for warmth but pulling the look together nicely. Clean, simple, almost professional. "Hey, sorry about that," sighing, your hands found themselves under your bag's strap as you approached them, "anyways, what were you saying, Armin?"
Eren prodded the blonde's side, a shit eating grin spread wide on his face. "I think he was just going to introduce us, right, Armin?"
How interesting. In a logical sense, Armin knew you were the day-and-night opposite of the type of girl Eren usually chased. You were brilliant, determined, ambitious -- wrapped in a very pretty bow and tight lipped smile that he couldn't help but think of when you weren't around. Despite this, that rubber band grew ever tighter as he begrudgingly gave in to his best friend, as per tradition.
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The familiar swirl of brain fog and restlessness continued to plague your days and nights. Time in the classroom felt like a physical battle to hold your brain above swampy water. Cerulean eyes watched the slow flicks of your fingers, the steam slowly rising from your ears. The sound of your voice became a rare song during school hours.
Armin found himself missing your roundabout squabbles.
He still sent texts. Sometimes he would be lucky enough to receive a reply. More often than not, they'd be opened hours or even days later, left to sit along the wall of other abandoned 'hello's and 'how are you feeling?'s. Part of him wondered if he was being a nuisance.
Every once in a while, though, you'd send him a message. Always out of the blue, almost never with any sort of context -- just a random question.
[Y/N]: the mountains or the beach?
Sometimes he'd wait to even open it, wondering meekly if you meant to send it to someone else, but Armin would always reply.
Armin: the beach, easy (:
These questions usually came late at night, when you were supposed to be sleeping. When he was supposed to be sleeping. The pattern was slight, but traceable, and sometimes he'd stay up a little longer than he should, hoping to hear the familiar chime.
[Y/N]: when's the last time you went?
Armin: probably last year, with Eren and his ex
And sometimes, sometimes, he'd be rewarded with a pearl of wisdom for his tiresome efforts.
[Y/N]: i've never seen the ocean in person before
[Y/N]: just in documentaries /:
[Y/N]: maybe we could go some time
Maybe he wasn't a nuisance. Maybe the lawyer's daughter was just a bit of a puzzle, one he hadn't quite figured out yet.
Armin: just say the word and i'm there
He wouldn't push. Whatever was pulling you under water wasn't his battle to fight, he thought, and the last thing he wanted was to paint himself as another obstacle. Armin, for reasons he couldn't quite wrap his head around, wanted to be useful to you. He wanted to see the weight lift from your shoulders again.
Though traces of you could be found around campus or online, the realization hit him like a bus one day -- where were your friends? Nobody to chatter at between classes, nobody to discretely text during a lecture. He wondered what you did when you tucked yourself away in your room for the night.
He wondered if you felt lonely, like him.
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"Would you say you're satisfied with your accomplishments?"
"I mean... I feel like I should be, but I rarely feel it."
The hum that followed felt hollow. A bit of iron tipped your tongue as nervous energy worked along your jaw, nibbling away at your soft lip skin. Therapy was supposed to be good for you. Why did it feel like a prison sentence?
"Do you think you'd find them more note worthy if they were from a friend or loved one instead?" Julia, the young woman encompassing your laptop screen, tapped a pen to her chin.
Your cuticles were a mess. Picking aimlessly, a sigh dropped your shoulders. "I don't know, I guess so. There's a guy in a few of my classes that... I was jealous of, for a long time. I still kind of am. I wanted to be like him-- want to, be like him," the words quietly swelled over your lips, "I am proud of his work. His... intelligence, his drive. He doesn't have to work so hard to be perfect. Maybe if I can just imitate him a little, things won't be so hard."
The half hour sessions dragged painfully every Sunday afternoon. Somehow the insight was supposed to be comforting, enlightening, and sometimes they were; mostly, though, you'd close your laptop along with your jabbering mouth and take a deep breath. A ring of silence hung over your head like a halo.
Ding!
... for a moment, anyway.
Armin: feel like some pie, on me this time?
Armin: 1 image attachment
A familiar restaurant, coupled with a familiar reflection in the window. Armin and two others -- Eren, (right?) with a taller brunette at his side, smoking a cigarette.
Armin: p.s. there's no cinnamon apple today ): but blueberry's better anyway
A smile tugged at your lips.
[Y/N]: dessert at 2 in the afternoon? how daring and crazy of you
Armin: [Y/N], you of all people should know innovation begins with a crazy idea and the drive to see it through
Running a hand through tangled hair, you found yourself standing and slipping into a less lived-in outfit.
[Y/N]: asinine
[Y/N]: i'll be there soon
A friend, you thought about Julia's question on your way out the door; a friend, and your first thought was the blonde who used to make you want to grit your teeth to dust. The one offering to buy you (supposedly superior) blueberry pie.
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Should it be so strange, seeing Armin without a mountain of books sitting between you? Without the laptop screens hiding half of your faces, bathing them in an ominous glow? And his friends -- Eren and... whoever the taller one was -- were they like Armin? Somewhat reserved, witty, and... interesting?
Mulling over the decision you already set in stone, anxiety began to gnaw at the empty pit of your stomach. The diner was in view. Next, it was down the street. And finally, right in front of you.
Warm rays of light pooled across the sidewalk from large windows, dancing and shifting as patrons moved. You felt like a ghost; watching, peering into friendly company from the safety of an invisible barrier. After an eternity and a half, your feet dragged you inside the last place you laughed and felt excitement swim under your skin.
The trio wasn't hard to find in such a small room. Animated chatter and chuckles flowed so easily from their table, tinted with colorful language and the occasional mocking tone. Unwilling to blatantly interrupt, you found yourself quickly squeezing into the empty seat beside Armin, who nearly jumped out of his skin when your elbow bumped his.
Eren met your widened gaze first, flashing a bright smile. The man on his side promptly wiped the crumbs from his mouth and nudged his head in your direction.
"Oh hey, she's real!"
"I told you! You owe me twenty bucks." Eren smacked the table in excitement, making you jolt just the slightest bit.
"Nah nah nah, listen. Blink twice if you're a paid actor."
Thoroughly entertained, you watched the brunettes squint at you from across the table, waiting eagerly for an answer. Armin huffed instead, tossing a straw wrapper that bounced off of the taller boy's forehead. "That's Jean. Don't listen to him, he's on a bit of a sugar rush."
You snorted, "well, I'm not an actor, but I was bribed with free pie."
Jean clicked his tongue a few times and leaned back in the booth. "Very sneaky Arlert. Are you gonna pay for me too, since you just lost me twenty bucks?"
"Why don't you ask Eren? I hear he just won twenty bucks." Armin replied with a grin, turning to you once the brunettes began bickering amongst themselves. "You hungry, [Y/N]? The bribe extends past a slice of pie, y'know."
Something about the air circling around your four heads felt familiar. Warm. You found yourself smiling on your own, eyebrow popping upward.
"So, like, the whole pie?"
Armin chuckled.
"How daring and crazy of you," he mimicked quietly.
"What can I say? Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery."
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funkymbtifiction · 1 year
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that 4 post was interesting to read! do 4s have a harder time becoming healthy (or maybe appearing healthy to outsiders even if they are healthy) than other types? or does it depend more on individual self awareness across the board?
also, do you think being upset that something you like has become popular and trendy (and growing to despise that very thing along with all the people who “ruined” it for you) is 4ish? what about the exact opposite - being happy/excited this thing you enjoy is now mainstream and not understanding why that would upset someone since it just means more available merch and more people to potentially bond with and share one of your favorite things with? would that be some sort of attachment core + maybe high soc? i witnessed a debate earlier and was wondering lol
I don’t think so, no. In part because for one thing, it’s hard for any Enneagram type to get healthier. It’s an uphill battle for all of them, because their defense mechanisms and thinking patterns are so entrenched. Is it easy for a 3 to give up being the center of attention, or a 2 to stop thinking in terms of “I am higher than you, because you need my help”? Anything image-type related is difficult to unpack and overcome, because it’s what you want other to see. 4s can get healthier, while still broadcasting “you don’t get me and you can’t fix me and my trauma is a huge part of myself.” There’s also the fact that “healthy” is often tinged with biases, the assumption that “healthy” means not-negative (positive triad bias), proper behavior (super-ego bias), etc. Healthy for a 4 means something entirely different than healthy for a 6 or a 9 or a 3. 4s don’t judge themselves for their negative thoughts and feelings and for drawing attention to negativity or broadcasting it, and even a healthy 4 will still do all of that.
The article comes across as harsh on purpose to distinguish 4s. The lovely girl who wrote it is actually not that harsh “in person.” I would say she is a moderately healthy 4 (in the same way I am a moderately healthy 6), but that doesn’t undermine her 4-ness.
Anyway… hating that it has become popular can be 4, but it can also be contrarian 6 (I used to like this, but now everyone likes it, and now I’m upset, because this used to be what set me apart; now that everyone loves it means people are not critical thinkers enough, so I have to hate on it!). Case in point, I enjoyed the first Twilight book, but once it became so mainstream that Edward was on shower curtains, I hated the entire franchise. And I’m not a 4. So it’s not a 4 trait, it’s a human being trait and a contrarian trait and a “people are so irritating in my fandom, especially if they blindly gush” 6 trait for me; someone else might hate it for a different reason.
I’d say “oh goodie, everyone is into this now!” is a positive triad reaction paired with social, since it’s instantly embracing the happy, good things related to your favorite thing being super common. lol
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minamishipsit2 · 2 years
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"A wind ruffled his hair, and Tony let it pick up his hat and fly it away. He wouldn't need it for another long while anyways.
Not here.
Not with Roman."
~The Gold of Your Heart by @sher-soc-the-famder
I've been so obsessed with this fanfic for years, its genuinely my favorite, I've reread it a million times and I can pinpoint where you are in the story by chapters at this point. So, obviously, I had to finally make and post some fanart for it!
Sketches, Closeups, etc.:
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Since this is under the cut I can go on as big of a rant as I want, but this is seriously one of the best things I’ve ever read, and I mean in general. The way that the universe is built is so well done, and I love the way each character is portrayed. Their powers, their abilities, how they manage Thomas’ mind all makes so much sense, I forget it’s not all canon. And it’s like. A genuine slow burn. Like it’s incredibly slow. And I’m. Obsessed. With. It. You can really feel Roman and Tony fall for each other, but actually fall for each other, the way everything falls into place is so beautiful and well orchestrated. I think about this all the time. It’s so insane I get to live in a world where this exists. I’ve told literally all of my (4) close friends about it. In great detail. Im forcing my boyfriend to read it. It literally means so much to me 😭 I could go on forever but I feel bad for whoever ended up here and is reading this, so I’ll stop but it’s my favorite thing and I’ll never shut up about how good it is
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icarusplunged · 1 year
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been thinking lots about inej’s muse and arc lately….
bitches (me, im bitches,) be using the enneagram to click with writing canon characters, because i have a hard time figuring out how to rp them if i can’t figure out their drives / themes / inner conflict.
ive been solid on inej bejng a type 6 ( the loyalist / core vice is fear of the world being unsafe / issues with trusting yourself and others to be safe ) but i’ve struggled to connect that touchstone with the specifics of her experiences and drives — “the heart is an arrow”, the incinerator scene being her big mindset shift that gets her past the biggest inner block in book 1 — because it felt like the themes of freedom and Finding Direction in life didn’t line up with trusting yourself and the world
but now that i think about it, 1) yeah!! it does!! climbing the incinerator proved to inej that she can do anything she sets her mind to, it solidified the trust she had in her acrobatic abilities and helped her expand it to a larger trust that she Can handle life’s dangers.
but more than that, i think a big theme i’ve been missing with her is hope. the menagerie and the overall lack of communal hope in ketterdam muted her own sense of it, and i think she gains it back when she finally does let herself trust again. hope for the future being good, hope for making a difference -
- and especially in crooked kingdom + most importantly w the hope revelation, hope for kaz. i struggled A LOT with her reasoning for the way she acted toward his attempts and efforts to do better in SOC. because it seriously felt like it lacked the compassion her character otherwise shows? and the surface answer is “she’s prioritizing herself over a relationship with him” but it still felt like a big dissonance point that stopped me from rly connecting with her character.
but if u look at it from the perspective of a larger Hope Lost, it makes soooo much more sense. kaz represents her life - he represents ketterdam and the darkness in the world that she was violently exposed to. that’s her ghost. when she regains hope for the world, for the good in the world, she regains hope for kaz and their potential for a good and healthy relationship in the future. which is also why she leaves!! if she stayed in ketterdam, it would feel like clinging to her hope lost; with the ship and immersed in freedom, she can trust herself to move forward and fight for the good in the world that she’s renewed her hope in!
another interesting thing i like to think about is the difference between hope and faith. type sixes (take it from me as one myself) have the tendency, when unhealthy, to depend on external sources of safety/comfort/trust to feel like they’re protected from danger, which in extreme cases leads to dogmatic beliefs and religious tyranny. obviously inej isn’t dogmatic at all, but i think it hugely explains why she clings so hard to the saints (and her dad’s grounded proverbs) when her life is at its most dangerous and unstable. so i think post-soc, she has a different relationship with her faith - more joyful, less desperate, less of a crutch that was the Only thing she had to cling to. now she can have faith in herself, too, she can extend it away from just gods and towards people.
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Part 2. Six of Crows
Let's keep analyzing SoC dialogy using Python.
Charts!
I did not invent a new way of counting mentions in the text and did the same as last time. Yes, there are many cons, but I'm still learning (and I'm kinda lazy).
Divide the book into chapters (book.split('chapter'))
Let's count how many times each character is mentioned in each chapter. To do this, we will create a dictionary with the nicknames of the characters.
Here I do not take into account the cases when we have a mention of both the name and the surname at the same time. I know that this will affect the results a little, but, as I said, I have little experience in working with texts, so I do everything by trial and error.
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Let's put everything in a table and look at the first few lines to make sure everything is fine.
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The first chapter was POV Joost, and we were not yet familiar with the crows. The second one was POV Inej, but all the attention was on Kaz, and Jesper was directly involved in the brawl with the Black Tip. Everything is okay.
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I had some smart idea why plot the dynamics of character mentions by chapter, but by the time I sat down to make this post, I forgot what it was...
Total mentions of characters in the book:
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As you can see, Wylan is mentioned less often than the others (and, as I pointed out earlier, there are no his POVs in this book at all). Before I started playing with books, I didn't even realize that Wylan stayed away most of the time. Kaz thought a lot about Inej, Inej about Kaz, Nina about Matthias, Matthias about Nina, and Jesper and Wylan sat down somewhere on the level of awkward flirting...
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Waffles were mentioned less often than I thought. Oops. Perhaps it makes sense then to search in the singular. Interesting dinamic in using of the word "love".
Lots of references to Pekka in Chapter 26 (Kaz's flashback + Kaz finds Pekka in jail)
In the future, I'm still going to separate the chapters POV characters and look at pure statistics and see how often characters are mentioned in chapters on behalf of their lovers. I have a couple more ideas, but I haven't figured out how to implement it yet. I may have to do a lot of manual calculations, but when has that stopped me? You can write if you also have some ideas, I'll think about what I can do with it.
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marycontraire · 2 years
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Hello, this is for the fanfic READER ask game! 👶👀🙈
Thank youuu, have a great day! 💜
👶🏻 First fic you remember reading?
It was probably something on the Sugarquill, a Harry Potter fic archive that is incredibly still posted! It was pretty exclusively gen and Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny. But I definitely started reading Potterfic prior to the release of Goblet of Fire, so whatever it was would no longer be canon. I discovered fic through a real life friend when I was probably 11 or 12? She had a computer in her room whereas I shared one with the entire family in a public room, so she had a lot more internet access than I did. She also had a second phone line -- the internet ran through phone lines then! -- and I did not, so I'd be tying up the phone if I were online for too long. I actually used to print out fics to read them fairly often. A few years later I had the eternally hilarious Very Secret Diaries of the Fellowship in a three-ring binder which I brought to school so that friends could read it in the pre-device era. I remember one time about five of my friends sitting along a bench passing the pages along to each other as they finished reading. And most of these ones weren't particularly "fannish!"
👀 A fanfiction you’ve seen several times while scrolling through fics but never actually read?
Nothing really sticks out in my mind, except maybe Child Ballad? I suspect it's great because @linearla is fab and I loved Murder Ballad, but she started posting this after I stopped reading SoC fic, so I'm just not interested.
For the most part, if I'm an active reader in a fandom and there's a fic that's widely recommended, either I've already read it, I tried a few paragraphs and bailed for a reason, or I'm avoiding it because the tags/summary make it crystal clear that it's just not going to be My Cup of Tea.
🙈 A fic you felt embarrassed about reading but you read anyway?
I mean, I have basically no shame at this point so... no. Not really embarrassed. But! Seems like a good moment to shout out Good Nourishment, an Obikin fic that I started on a whim when it was like one chapter long THINKING it was going to just be weird kinky shit, but it's actually developed into a super plotty epic with really good character development and world building! Only downside is the author takes a while to update. BUT IT'S IMPORTANT TO HAVE THINGS TO LOOK FORWARD TO.
From this ask game.
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I posted 766 times in 2022
55 posts created (7%)
711 posts reblogged (93%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@whetstonefires
@tuesdayisfordancing
@unpretty
@broosepayne
I tagged 736 of my posts in 2022
Only 4% of my posts had no tags
#described - 78 posts
#undescribed - 44 posts
#neurodivergence - 42 posts
#fandom meta - 24 posts
#linguistics - 24 posts
#people write things - 22 posts
#adhd - 21 posts
#mental health issues - 18 posts
#food - 18 posts
#autism - 17 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#(not sure about the lisp. phonetic accents are slightly painful to read. especially when i'm already dealing with him having my level of soc
I sent 1 gift in 2022
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Finally started the first Murderbot novella. It just wants to be locked in cargo holds, and stored in its tiny storage locker, and Not Have To Talk To Humans!
Yes, SecUnit, I understand this urge. I, too, want to be useful without having to feel icky emotions. I, too, want to spend all of my time engaging with media instead of people.
It is SO DISAPPOINTED when the humans ask it to ride in the ship’s cabin with them!
I can’t stop giggling.
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#4
I love autistic writers.
They aren’t a monolith, of course. Every authour is different, no trait applies to everyone, etc. etc. Some of the things I appreciate don’t even apply to all of the half-dozen autistic writers follow on Tumblr. Some allistic people write in similar ways.
But I love the way many autistic people just ... don’t include traditional breathing space in their stories. Most stories ebb and swell, building up tensions and then providing rest, building up emotion and then providing a moment of catharsis. The reader’s speed is faster when the book is tense, and slower when things are calm. All Systems Red (the first Murderbot book, which I finished 10 minutes ago) doesn’t do that. A lot of autistic-written fanfic doesn’t either. Instead, the story moves at the same pace, whether characters are about to die or they’re feeling a bit socially awkward.
The first time I read a story like this, I thought it was weak writing. I felt like I wasn’t properly in the viewpoint character’s head. These days, I love it.
One thing about neurodivergence that is hard to grasp from the outside, is that we frequently don’t WANT to fit in perfectly. Acceptance is wonderful, but fitting in usually requires losing parts of ourselves. Our whole life is trying to navigate a world that forces us into roles that don’t fit, and then people assuming our distress is about not being shaped correctly. The idea we might want to roles to be flexible enough to handle OUR shape seems foreign to other people.
Murderbot isn’t asking us to feel its emotions. We aren’t supposed to be able to fit in its head, understand it completely. Murderbot wants us to accept its perspective, not necessarily share it. And there’s a soaring feeling inside of me at that thought. At the thought of being allowed to connect with what I CHOOSE to connect with, rather than what the authour decided I should. With choosing my own pause points, my own speed, my own reactions.
I definitely connect with Murderbot. I, too, am a socially anxious asexual who doesn’t relate with most of humanity. Eye contact is hostile, and I wore a headscarf as a teen for similar reasons to its love of its helmet. But I love the fact that the story allows me to connect from a distance. We don’t have to be identical to understand each other, and the differences aren’t dissonant. They’re just fact.
I fell in love with my husband partially for this reason. His straight-forward acceptance of the weird, hyperactive person I am. He was interested in me, but didn’t need to understand everything. I think it’s something that many neurodivergent people value - none of us are easy to summarize, but so many people won’t interact with us until they boil us down to a few key traits. The rest of us s supposed to stay hidden, I guess, or maybe abandoned?
It’s so freeing to read like this. I love deeply connecting to characters. Mapping other people’s heads is part of how I navigate the world, how I interact in ways people will accept. (I’ve spent the last two weeks navigating my OWN head by reading fic that goes deep into its characters’ minds. Had some good insights.) But All Systems Red doesn’t ask for that.
It’s such a relief.
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#3
I'm getting really tired of this 'likes don't matter' BS. Likes matter. They just don't help a post circulate.
Likes show the OP that you enjoyed the post. This is often unappreciated by popular blogs, but it matters, especially to smaller blogs. Likes increase the note-count, and signify how many people are seeing and interacting with a post. They are signs of appreciation.
The whole concept of curating your followers' experience breaks down if the only way of appreciating something is reblogging it. I am not going to follow someone who reblogs everything they even slightly enjoy - I want the best of the best. My experience here is good because I only follow people with great taste!
But I also want to tell people I like their post, even if it's a private enjoyment.
Circulation isn't everything. There's value in people pausing to tell you that they liked what you created.
229 notes - Posted November 1, 2022
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The Tiger Poem in Classical Maya!
The Tiger He has destroyed his cage Yes Yes The tiger is out By Nael, Age 6
Literal translation:
he-destroyed his-captive-place the-tiger yes-yes he-came.out the-tiger his-writing master-Na'el man[of]-6-years
Transliteration:
ʔu-jomow ʔu-baaknal ʔu-balahm xt xt Joyoy ʔu-balahm ʔu-tz'ibaal Aj-Naʔel Aj-6-habiy
Character Transliteration (ALL CAPS are characters that stand for full words, lower case are syllabic):
ʔu-jo-mo-wa ʔu-ba-ki-NAL ʔu-BALAM-la-ma xa-ta-xa-ta jo-JOY-yi ʔu-BALAM-ma ʔu-tz'i-ba-li AJ-na-ʔe-le AJ-6-HAB-bi-ya
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My #1 post of 2022
Lately, I’ve been thinking a LOT about how Bruce Wayne pretty clearly goes non-verbal when emotional/distracted/stressed. Reduced to grunts, poorly thought out actions, or inappropriate statements (usually in the form of commands).
Shutdowns are a valid way to deal with being overwhelmed. His, however, are destructive. He needs to learn how to work through them in a healthier manner.
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I REALLY want a Bruce who gets out his phone and writes down what he’s trying to say. Where people who care about him go and sit down, waiting the 5 minutes he needs to craft a response, understanding that the effort he’s putting in is a sign of caring.
I want a Bruce who makes it clear that he needs transition time. That he can’t talk to people while researching on the computer, but if it’s something important, give him a minute or two and he’ll get off and focus on you. A Bruce who recognizes that even though cases ARE important, his family/friends are also important, and he needs to trust them when they say he should switch focus.
A Bruce who turns their nightly medical check-ins into time to hear his kids’ thoughts, because he knows he’ll start hyper-focusing the minute he starts writing his report, so he needs to schedule time for them first.
A Bruce who trains himself into purely defensive physical reactions when he shuts down - protecting himself and those with him, but not attacking until he can make plans again. Who trains himself out of using deadly weapons when his opponent is affecting his judgement - no bladed or explosive weapons when they have hostages and he’s panicking, or they’ve threatened his kids, etc.
A Bruce who makes scripts for when he’s on patrol and needs to talk down villains, or calm down victims. Who includes script writing in his evening prep - making sure he's ready for likely outcomes to his current cases. Who, whenever he can, has someone listening in over coms, so if things go off script, or he freezes up, he can get a prompt.
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I don’t want a Bruce that gets better by learning how to communicate neurotypically.
I want one who needs to find adaptive strategies. Who has to grudgingly accept that he has limits, and learn to navigate them. Who learns that making things easier for himself makes many things easier for others, because he hurts people less.
I want to see him grow in the ways I’m trying to grow.
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Oh, Tumblr drahma, you're so silly and so eminently story material.
You remember that thread I reblogged the other day correcting the OP about what "culturally Christian" means? Well, apparently there's a subset of Atheist Tumblr in which this is apparently a really controversial idea (probably because they want to feel special in their victimhood and they haven't taken day one of Intro to Sociology and so don't know what norms, socialization, or the sociological imagination are). It was enough that I got a nasty reply from someone I'd never spoken to otherwise.
Now, before I even saw the reply (thanks to Tumblr notifications not providing the full text of a twenty-word reply and not linking directly to it, but to the post itself), I got to scroll through more of this person's replies (all inflammatory). I didn't find the reply, so I went to their page in the hopes I might. Cue finding similar whining and this post (what they reblogged, not their blog) equating Jews complaining about anti-abortion laws infringing on their rights to religious liberty to Kim Davis denying same-sex couples marriage licenses. Hooray for extreme false equivalencies, no?
Clearly, this person is irrational: illogical, stupid, misinformed. I was guessing someone young (middle school, even) due to a combination of "knee-jerk reaction to a perceived slight against a chosen group identity," the obvious misunderstanding thereof, and the likelihood that they've not been able to take Soc. 101. Sighing, I went to see the reply.
The conversation lasted about a day and ended with me waiting for an answer to the question with which I'd first replied to them. I waited and waited and waited, checking notifications and the post itself. Eventually, I found that they deleted not only their replies to me, but all of their replies to anyone in the thread.
Now, I'm a spiteful bitch (scarf toss) and I hate 1.) idiots and 2.) people who are mean to me for no reason. I didn't get an apology for the misunderstanding, either because the person in question had become exasperated by my reply or because they were embarrassed for themselves (more likely, given all of the deleted replies). Fortunately, I saved all of the conversation ( }:3< ).
Their initial reply:
"Sounds like you havent [sic] gotten past your internalized belief that atheists are bad people. Maybe you should get on that?"
This one both infuriated me (obvs.) and perplexed me; I mean, where on Earth did this come from? I decided to skip any defensiveness (Why play into their hands? Why give personal details?) and instead be patronizing, but perhaps leading towards a better understanding:
"Please, enlighten me on how disagreeing with OP and pointing out a way in which OP can be incorrect automatically makes me retain the internalized belief that atheists are evil."
I wanted a few hours from this due to timing. Fortunately, I had a response when I got up; unfortunately, it didn't answer my question:
"What does your rant on altruism have anything to do with the topic about how weirdo bigots enjoy hurting atheists, the atheists would like that to stop, and the weirdo bigots think being asked to not hurt others is attacking them?"
Rant? I typed a few paragraphs giving an example in a way that had basically no emotion to it. My first reply:
"My 'rant,' as you put it, was in response to the first reply about hings which one internalizes from being raised in a Christian cultural environment which are not not (sic; unsure why that doubled) universal and how it's hard to recognize such socialized norms. (N.B.: Here we go: vocab use and notice that this shouldn't be controverisal.) I'm not sure why it has to address anti-atheist bigotry, given that the topic of the entire post going back to OP was specifically about being "cultural Christian" and anti-atheist violence/bullying wasn't in any of the posts in the thread I reblogged."
Now, to their credit, OP was saying that calling people "culturally Christian" was bigotry against atheists; it isn't, as we explained. The only other mention of atheists facing abuse was in reference to ex-Christian atheists who experienced religious abuse while Christian ("are vulnerable" [because they're abuse survivors]). That was it.
My second reply:
"But that still doesn't answer why you think I haven't overcome any internalized ideas about atheists being inherently evil."
I mean, it really doesn't: their only explanation was a complete non-sequitur.
So, like I said, I waited for a reply, didn't get one, and at last saw that they'd deleted all of their replies. If they did so out of exasperation with me (I was the only one to engage them), why'd they delete their other replies? I'm suspecting that they're embarrassed over the misunderstanding, but too immature (i.e., young) to get past that enough to apologize to me (and/or everyone else they'd been an asshat towards).
Now, they haven't blocked me (yet), which gives me the delight of doing so myself. Because I'm a spiteful bitch (scarf toss) and hate stupid people, especially those who are also mean.
Edit: After posting, I found that the search bar wouldn't pull up their blog as a suggestion (I forget if it ever did), but I could still visit it. They may have blocked me and Tumblr will still allow me to go to their page (because). So I'm betting that they did, in fact, block me a while back and their idiotic replies are still on the thread.
Edit: They did block me: all of their replies but the second one to me are still there.
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