#and you can pretend you're not all you want but if you see people condemning the nra while stating they support gun organizations that

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can i request a jj x reader where she keeps saying she's sick but jj doesnt believe it and thinks it's just an excuse to not go to the midsummers or whatever u choose, but then when they both go, she passes out and jj gets worried and protective. thank uuu smm!!

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Summary: JJ thinks you're lying Pairing: JJ Maybank x kook!reader Warnings: JJ kind of being an ass lmao, sickness, mentions of headaches, reader faints and I think that's it, lmk if I missed any! Word Count: 2.6K Requested: Yes

A/N: Took me a while to figure this one out cause I think J wouldn't be like that in the first place but let's try!! Hope u like, nonnie<3

Everything sucked. There was no way a human could have this bad luck, and Y/N had begun to think the universe had it against her at this point. She had spent almost a month finding the perfect dress and headpiece for Midsummers' night, two months in convincing her parents to let her bring JJ as her plus one and a solid three weeks in convincing JJ.

Only for a mind bending migraine to come storming its way right in the morning. She tried ignoring it for a while, taking some pain-killers to try to ease the pain, but they did absolutely nothing. Her parents had left early to help the Camerons set everything up (sitting around and ordering people) and the party started around five, so she opted for sleeping to see if the headache would subside.

It didn't; she realized right when JJ's booming voice rang through her ears, waking her up. "Figured I'd come down here so we could get ready together!" Her boyfriend said with a grin, holding the tuxedo she had bought for him in his arms. She incorporated from her bed. Standing up with a little dizziness, she couldn't let slide and kissed him as a greeting.

"For an event, it took me days to convince you to go to, you truly are excited." Y/N smiled, feeling a little light-headed. "Did you shower?" She asked as she buried her head in his chest as JJ's arms wrapped around her waist "'Course mamma, just for you... but by the looks of it you haven't" he smiled as his girlfriend hit his chest playfully.

"You're right though, be right back". Y/N stepped in her bathroom as she heard JJ play some music on her speaker. Hopefully, the shower would help the pain she could no longer stand. She tried massaging her scalp and breathe in the scents of her soaps, relax in the water and whatnot but it didn’t help.

She felt as if someone was pushing her eyeballs into the inside her skull while pounding the sides of her head with a hammer, the worst migraine she ever had. Now, this whole thing was important for both Y/N and JJ, as it was the first time they’d be attending an event of this nature together… but she wasn’t sure the headache would allow her.

The thought made her sulk a little, but in the end, the migraine was stronger. She stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel as well as her hair, watching JJ play around with her necklaces and rings. “J, I-I don’t think we can go” she muttered, disappointment clear in her shaking voice when she noticed how his face fell.

“What do you mean?” he sounded almost shocked. “My head’s been hurting like a motherfucker since I woke up, I-I tried taking some painkillers but they worked for shit and-“ “Y/N you ain’t gotta lie… just say you don’t wanna go with me”.

She couldn’t bear thinking JJ thought it had to do with him “Baby no, I-I’m serious! We could stay in and cuddle if you want, maybe watch Top Gun or-“ then he laughed. “Stop pretending”

“What?” “I know you don’t want me to meet all your kook friends and I know you're kind of ashamed of dating me even though you say you aren’t and-“ “What are you talking about!?”

This was a very JJ thing to think. And no, he wasn’t being manipulative. Y/N knew he meant every word he was saying. And that’s what hurt the most. He could get insecure and honestly, she couldn’t blame him. He grew up in a place that condemned him for the blood running through his veins, hearing things like “he’s just like his old man” or “a Maybank after all” when he fucked up.

Yes, he was reckless and stupid, but he was also kind and a good man. Y/N knew he had some reservations coming into this entire relationship with her because being friends differed completely from being boyfriend and girlfriend. The judgments they were to face were clear, but she always reassured him that as long as they were together they’d be okay.

She could see why he’d think that way. “It’s not like that, baby-“ “Except it is” he said, running his hands through his hair and pacing around the room. “Let’s go then” she gave in. Physical pain hurt way more than knowing JJ thought she was embarrassed to be dating him. She could handle it.

“Oh, so suddenly your headache goes away?” He snapped, throwing air quotes in the word headache which made Y/N, who was already getting her hair done, give him a look of “drop it” and he did, kissing her in the cheek before changing into his suit.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

When they got there, Y/N’s headache was nowhere near better, but she tried paying no mind to it; what mattered was she was walking down to the party with JJ holding her hand. She squeezed his fingers gently as they approached her parents; him squeezing her's back.

“Hi sweetie!” My mom smiles, hugging her tightly with the sweetest grin and then moves to hug her boyfriend. “JJ, we’re so glad you could make it! Go ahead to our table. It’s four over there and I made sure to seat you with Sarah and Kie”. The woman was always kind to J, making sure he felt welcomed in their lives.

Who was really hard to convince was her dad, always wary of the boys Y/N brings home. Now, him being a pogue well… that stir shit up to say the least. “Thank you” the boy answered her mom, then turning to her dad. “Hello, sir”. Her dad gave JJ a stern look and held out his hand “Hello JJ”. And that was it for him.

As they were walking to their table, Y/N realized her boyfriend’s face fell a little at the interaction with her dad. “Hey hey, it’s okay… you know how he gets,” she quickly assured and he directed those sad blue eyes to her “I just don’t get why he doesn’t like me” he sighed, a sad chuckle leaving his lips.

“You don’t usually care what people think of you, J. Why do yo-“ “I care because he’s your dad! I don’t care if Pope’s parents or- or Kie’s don’t like me, I couldn’t give less of a fuck but not with you. He’s your dad and as much as we know he’s unfair with me for being a pogue, I-I would like him to like me”

Y/N’s heart broke at his words, making her feet stop next to the dancefloor, her headache pulsating at the strong wave of emotions. “We can’t make him like you but when we get married…” JJ laughed at that, placing big hands around her waist and smiling “When we get married, he’ll realize I couldn’t wish for a better person to be with me forever. Because you love me, and I love you.” She grinned, pecking his nose to then resume their way to their seats.

When a waiter approached them and Y/N ordered water instead of some champagne, JJ looked at her funny. "Water? Who are you? Kie?" He joked, the aforementioned throwing a small napkin to his head "At least I'm not going to die of some weird liver disease like you J!" Kiara countered, giggling slightly. "I told you I'm not feeling well" Y/N mumbled, and before he could say anything, she joined Sarah and Kie's conversation.

As the conversations flowed and laughter filled the air, Y/N valiantly pushed through the discomfort, not wanting her condition to dampen the joyous occasion. Engaging in lighthearted banter with her friends, she managed to mask the underlying pain she felt. Yet, behind her radiant smile, an unrelenting throbbing persisted, casting a shadow on her otherwise vibrant spirit.

As Y/N's voice intertwined with the playful chatter, a sudden surge of dizziness overwhelmed her senses. Her head felt heavy, as if wrapped in a dense fog, and her vision blurred around the edges. The familiar pain that had been nagging her intensified, clawing at her temples.

She desperately clung to the facade of normalcy, but her body betrayed her resilience. Y/N's grip on the conversation faltered, her words becoming muddled as her mind struggled to keep pace. Her friends noticed the change in her demeanor, a fleeting flicker of concern crossing their faces. "You 'kay Y/N/N?" John B asked.

In that moment, Y/N's world seemed to spin out of control. Sensations of disorientation and weakness cascaded through her body, leaving her feeling adrift and vulnerable. The sounds of her friends' voices morphed into a distant echo, as if they were calling to her from a great distance.

The once vibrant party faded into the background, overshadowed by the overwhelming intensity of Y/N's migraine. Her focus narrowed to a single point of struggle, her every instinct urging her to find solace and relief from the torment that gripped her. "Baby?" She heard JJ mumble as her consciousness teetered on the precipice. Y/N's body succumbed to the overpowering sensations, causing her to lose consciousness.

A profound stillness enveloped Y/N as she drifted away, suspended in a momentary limbo between wakefulness and oblivion. Time became a fleeting concept, and the outside world ceased to exist for those brief moments.

In that suspended state, Y/N's body rested, unaware of the commotion that unfolded around her. JJ held her full weight in his arms, shock written all over his features. "Y/N! Baby, wake up!" he hopelessly pleads, the attention of the nearby tables focusing entirely on him. Kiara rushed over to her as well as Sarah and John, all in a frenzy, knowing nothing of what was going on.

"John, go get the twinkie! Ambulances will take a while to come to this side of the island." JJ hurried, feeling everyone's gaze on him but caring only for the peaceful look on his girlfriend's face. John B nodded and left quickly to get the van as close as he could. Then, guilt came rushing through J's veins like injected adrenaline; this was hois fault.

Y/N had tried to tell him she wasn't feeling okay, but he was too petty and way more inside his head when she was just being honest. He felt a sting in his eyes and as soon as he blinked; the tears stained Y/N's dress. "I'm so sorry baby" he whispered, Sarah and Kie looking puzzled at him asking for forgiveness at a time like this.

"JJ, this is not your fault" the blonde said, rubbing his back reassuringly but before she could continue, he began shaking his head "Y-You don't understand, she told me her head was hurting but-but I was stupid and thought she didn't wanna be seen with me and-" a sob interrupted his sentence, making Kie hug him tightly. "It's still not your fault".

He cried for a few more seconds, holding Y/N close so he could feel her still steady heartbeat against his ear until John B came rolling down in the twinkie. JJ noticed Y/N's dad approaching when he lifted up his girlfriend, but he needed to get her to the hospital quick. "I'll get her to the hospital sir, meet you there," He said in a panic, his friends and him getting in the van and speeding off to the emergency room.

He felt his heart sink as John drove and he could notice Y/N's breath quicken, then falter. JJ rarely felt guilt, but this was the way the universe was punishing him, he figured. "Hurry" he mumbled, knowing his best friend was doing his best not to crash while getting his girl to the hospital as soon as he could.

Eventually they got there. Everything from when the car stopped to him sitting next to her bed was a blur for JJ; he had a vague memory of the doctors saying she passed out from the migraine and dehydration, nothing fatal but if JJ hadn't been there to catch her when she blacked out it could've caused a concussion.

The pogues stayed there against the professional's advice, saying they should go home and sleep, that Y/N would be awake by morning and they would be able to talk to her then. They refused. Kie and Pope (who got there as soon as he heard the news) cuddled on a couch. Sarah and John did the same as JJ just sat next to Y/N's bed, holding her hand.

The doctors instructed her boyfriend to give her water as soon as she woke up and notify a nurse that would help her immediately, but in the meantime, all they could do was wait. Her parents walked in to find a room of teenagers sleeping at around eleven. Her mom woke JJ up so he could fill them in.

"Mrs. Y/L/N... hi" he sleepily mumbled, rearranging the wild mess his hair was by brushing it back to later rub the sleep out of her face. Her father was standing behind her with an angry expression, and before Y/N's mother could speak, he approached JJ menacingly. "You explain to me right this second why you didn't ask me what was to be done as soon as she passed out! We were so-" the man whisper yelled so the others wouldn't wake up.

"I'm sorry sir, and with all due respect, I could not care less about what you thought would be appropriate other than bringing her to the hospital. I couldn't care less about how you both were feeling; she needed help, and she needed it right that second. I'm sorry if I crossed any boundaries but, as you would be able to tell if you gave me a chance, I have no limit when it comes to your daughter's well being" JJ declared, not once getting his eyes off Y/N's dad.

And he was telling the truth, too. He would go to the ends of earth for her and if her being safe meant her dad would hate him more, it was okay for him. Suddenly, Y/N's mother engulfed him in a tight hug. "She couldn't be with someone better than you. We're just glad she's safe and to know our girl is with someone who will look after her. Thank you, JJ" she smiled.

He smiled wide, returning the hug. "No problem, ma'am. The doc said she'd be just fine. Apparently she had a migraine and hadn't drunk enough water... we're all just waiting for her to wake up". When the blonde raised his eyes to the man behind her, there was something different. Respect, maybe. He didn't really care in this moment.

Her parents stayed in some chairs outside, and, at around midnight, Y/N woke up. JJ was the first one to notice when her hand moved to wrap around his finger while he mindlessly scrolled through twitter. He dropped his phone, almost falling to the ground when he tossed it somewhere as he turned to look at Y/N. "Hi, hi baby" He cooed, pretty y/e/c staring at him just like he needed "Mmm, my hero", Y/N's voice was hoarse.

JJ giggled, handing her a bottle of water and stroking her cheek softly. "I'm sorry baby, I-I should've listened to you when you tried to tell me" He sighed the apologies he repeated like a prayer hours ago "S'okay J" "It's not. Shouldn't have let my mind get in the way. I'm glad you're okay" "Yeah me too... I'm also glad to see you, baby... Dreamt about you while I was out" "As you should," he jokingly said, both of them laughing and sharing a sweet kiss.

The story after that is short. Y/N recovered, JJ was finally allowed at family dinner (and exchanged pleasant conversations with his soon to be father-in-law as he called him). ♡

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The ending feels rushed, I'm sorry ahhhh. Tysm for reading! Hope you enjoyed

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[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 ꒱ 김정우

summary : you're bummed that it was raining, but your boyfriend always knows how to cheer you up

genre : little angst, fluff, jungwoo x afab!reader, drabble tws : angst (tiny bit in the beginning), language, kiss author notes : sorry my stories are going to be short and sporadic until i finish school next month word count : 0.7k

you looked out your balcony doors with a pout on your face. you had taken a shower almost two hours ago now, putting on makeup, and doing your hair. you smoothed over the floral sundress you bought last winter when you were so excited for it to finally be spring. and now that it was, you planned a picnic for you and your boyfriend, however it hadn’t stopped raining for three days. and the during the short moments it did, the sky was overcast.

of course, your boyfriend didn’t mind having a movie night with takeout (maybe he’d even convince you to netflix and chill) but you weren’t in the mood for something you and him did all the time — you wanted to warm your skin in the sun, taking, giggling, and eating.

not be condemned to your apartment because of the stupid rain.

you felt discouraged, and honestly a little depressed. this entire morning you had willed the clouds to clear up, knowing this was the only day between your boyfriends busy schedule that you two could do something other than after midnight; it seemed that recently you only got to see him if he was sleeping next to you, and it was getting a little underwhelming.

you loved him; seeing him enjoying himself on stage and during variety shows was the highlight of your day. you just wished that once in a while you could pretend that you two were the only people on planet earth, and that nothing could ever go wrong if he was by your side. that he was only yours and you didn’t have to share him with literally millions of people.

“hey baby, it’s okay…” his arms wrapped around your mid-section, locking together in the front. you pouted further, feeling him nozzle into your neck and press light kisses. “we can do other things today, it’s not like our time together is limited.”

“but, that’s just it, isn’t it?” everything added up had taken its toll and now the tears swelled with your heart, “you’re always busy — i-i’m always alone. i miss you, you know? i just wanted a sweet little date with you, but it seems like the universe hates me too!”

he paused any and all movements, “too?” suddenly, your back was no longer pressed against his chest; your eyes, full of tears, meeting his. “do you think i hate you, my love?”

you sniffled, “n-no! that’s not what i meant. i’m just — i miss you all the time — it’s we only ever see each other at night. i love watching you live out your dream, but i want a place in that too, even if just a little.”

“i know you wanted this to be perfect,” his lips pressed to your forehead, causing your eyes to close and a couple of the stray tears (you’d been holding back) to fall. “but, i already think it is. i think you are, and everything you do and put up with. i love you, don’t forget it, okay? you’re my dream, everything else can come second.”

you nodded, looking up at your puppy-like boyfriend, a wide smile now plastered across his face.

“besides, we already have everything,” he broke from you, walking over to the couch and taking the remote from the cushion. you watched curiously as he turned the tv on and searched ‘swaying grass’ on youtube. “and now we’re outside; sunny, breezy! see, y/n. it’s not all bad.”

he took your hand within his, motioning you into his chest for a hug, voice close to your ear, “besides, as much as i love that dress, not everyone needs to.”

you swatted his chest as he laughed in your your direction, “shut up.” you cracked a smile, and he looked at you adoringly.

as cringey as you found it, if all the stars went dark, you knew he’d be the only thing that’d light your way. the love you held for him was indescribable, and you never dared try in fear of not doing it justice. jungwoo knew you inside and out, every fiber on your body had been carved to his memory — he cherished the ground you walked on, loved what you found imperfect.

you really had found the perfect person for you to live out your fairytale with.

he smirked, cocking his head to the side, “there’s my girl,” he stated at your upturned lips, you about melting into the carpet at his words, “now, let’s go on that picnic date, okay?”

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[starsreminisce]

The trope treasure trove that is Elucien is what is keeping me going

If Elain is insisting to be a part of the NC, she’s eventually will have to interact with him, especially if he’s at a point where he’s reporting directly to Rhys.

We literally could have:

He falls first but she falls harder

side glances and pretending not to pay attention

the breaths close to the skin

the near touches or brushing of fingertips

Elain learning more about him through other people

Lucien discovering Elain’s dry wit and humor

Elain slowly tracing his scars as he tells her they were because he stood up to people he cared for and how self-conscious he is about them

Lucien getting to see just how angry Elain is with everything and smiling saying “finally”

angsty confessions hopefully in the rain

angry aggressive kissing hopefully in the rain

sneaking around coz of they’re not ready to tell people

prim and proper in the streets, freaky in the sheets

IC trying to guess what exactly is going on between them but they don’t know themselves coz they can’t keep their hands off each other when they’re alone

trying to justify it’s the bond that’s making them feel this way about each other

the freaking banter that would happen between them!

“I have done everything - everything - within my power so you can be happy, what more can I do?”

“My own mother was trapped in a marriage she didn’t want, do you think of me so cruel as to wish that life for you?” “It’s not that.” “Then what is it? Why would you want to subject us to this purgatory?” “Because I can’t breathe when I try to reject the bond. I’ve tried. I’ve tried and I just … can’t…"

"Lucien, I was supposed to be married. I was going to have the life I'd dreamed of since I was a little girl." "And I will never forgive myself for taking that from you." "But I do. Because it wasn't the dream I wanted."

"Who was she?" "Nobody" "Didn't look like nobody by the way she was talking to you." "Lady Elain, are you jealous?" "No ... I ... I just didn't like the way she was talking to you." "I wasn't aware you had a habit of watching other females talk to me. Quite nasty, actually." "You're insufferable." "Am I? She didn't seem to think so when she was talking to me."

"I'm sorry! That was a mis-" "No, Elain, never a mistake. Never."

"Why don't you run along to that little bat boyfriend of yours. I'm sure he's hanging around here somewhere as though I am not allowed be around my own mate." "He's not here." "He's a terrible spy, of course he's here." "He is not. He's the best we have." "Please. He was in love with Mor for 500 years and couldn't figure out that Rita's is a gay bar?" "MOR IS GAY?" "Told you Azriel was lurking close by”

"You are such a ... such a ..." "Say it" "PRICK!" "... now I know you definitely hang around Feyre too much."

"You're staring, Lady Elain." "Am not. I had a vision." "Fascinating" "What?" "Just every time I take my shirt off, you seem to have a vision, is all." “Probably to shield myself from looking at your body.” “Are you having another vision again?” “No…” “because you’re staring at my chest again, Lady Elain”

“I wanted to take Feyre’s place when Tamlin abducted her, but now I’m thankful that I didn’t.” “Confidently, you would have broken the curse within a month.” “I know for a fact I wouldn’t. I would have condemned you all to her rule.” “I doubt that, not when I was helping Tamlin along.” “That’s the problem. I would have fallen for you instead.”

“Must you smile at every female who walks by?” “How am I at fault that they smile at me first?”

“I don’t see why you have a problem with your scar. It’s a sexy scar.” “A sexy scar?” “Yes… ohhh… you know what I mean.” “I don’t. Indulge me.” “Lucien, please.” “No no no no. You started it so might as well finish it. What do you mean by sexy scar?” “You know … a scar … that looks sexy…” “That’s a horrible explanation.” “You’re my mate so you’re supposed to know what I mean.” “So I’m your mate now?” “I hate you.” “I don’t think you do when I’m your mate with a sexy scar.” “Prick.” “I know.”

“Is it really that hard for you to say that you love me?” “Yes, it is” “Then what are we-” “Those three words aren’t enough to convey how I feel about you. I love you doesn’t even begin to cover how I deeply feel about you. It’s more. I more than love you. I am willing to betray my own morals for you.” “You’d … kill for me?” “If you wished for it, yes. Without hesitation.”

“Oh yea? This is you ‘I’m Lucien Vanserra, I hate the scar on my face so much that I don’t notice how every female gawks at me’ that’s you!” “Well I’m Lady Elain Archeron. I am so beautiful that I bring kings to their knees and I don’t notice how everyone turns their head at me. That’s you!” “I’m Lucien Vanserra and look how strong I am with my muscles and my thighs.” “I’m Lady Elain Archeron and look how pretty I am with my lips and my doe eyes.” “I’m Lucien Vanserra and look how broad my chest is for you to … drag your fingers across and … to steady you as you ride my gigantic cock.” “I’m Lady Elain Archeron and look how perfectly perky my breasts are and how quick my nipples harden when you … when you...” “Finish your sentence.” “What?” “What?” “What were we arguing about?” “I don’t … I don’t recall.”

"Are you going to die for Jesminda or are you going to live for me?"

#elain x lucien #elucien #pro elucien #originally a reddit comment #the grin forever etched on my face

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

What would you say to people who think padawans are child soldiers trained for war ?

What other blogs (and I) have already said a bunch of times - that based on Lucas' canon (6 movies + TCW):

1) Jedi training was more focused on diplomacy and such before the war than it was on combat prowess, and you can see evidence of that in Ahsoka's ability to teach a course on politics to a bunch of Mandalorian kids who are her age or older and who are receiving what looks like top education (the Duchess' nephew/adopted son is one of them so it's clearly a good school) or in Obi-Wan's duties with Qui-Gon. Sure, they're ready to pull out the lightsabers at the drop of a hat, but they're both ambassadors, and they spend a lot of the movie trying to impress on people that they're really not meant to be soldiers. What they really do is protect Padmé and give her leverage with their involvement, but she's the one who has to ultimately confront the Trade Federation and force them to comply. There hadn't been a galactic-wide war in like a thousand year, ergo Jedi training was not tailored for war for about a thousand year. If anything, Geonosis showed the Padawans and the Knights and the Masters were absolutely not trained for war.

2) That even during the war, the grown-up Jedi are evidently doing their absolute best to take care of the Padawans. They pull Ahsoka from the front when she makes bad decisions (the Lightsaber Lost episode) and it's not like all the Masters we know about wouldn't immediately jump in front of a blaster bolt for their Padawans (which is what Depa or Jaro DO end up doing for their apprentices, btw). It's not like they could just leave all the teens at home (they likely would have all sneaked out to go fight along with the other Jedi anyway lmao) when there aren't enough Masters or Knights around in the Temple to protect them there either. It's not like they could just leave the Padawans in untrained limbo for the duration of the war - when training in the Force is crucial at formative ages. (Also, we actually do see younglings who are old enough to be Padawans but aren't fighting: the kids who got kidnapped and hunted for sport by Trandoshans. Meaning that a) the Padawans going to war really isn't a matter of the Jedi being happy to throw their kids at the enemy, or they'd have sent O-mer, Jinx and Kalifa too - it's a matter of students accompanying their teachers, because really what else are they gonna do? and b) that Force-sensitive kids are never safe from the perils of the war even if they don't fight in it - so again, might as well keep them within sight)

3) That if you make the argument that the Jedi use child soldiers, then Naboo and Alderaan are on the exact same level. But it's a really bad faith argument to pretend that Padmé's position in TPM was the movie wanting us to see the Naboo government as a messed up child soldier situation, or that Bail and Breha were irresponsible for allowing Leia to join the Rebellion at age 15. And if people agree to be consistent on that one (again, as silly as it is to condemn either the Organas or the Naberries) then the Jedi are by far the more responsible and healthy system. Padawans have the supernatural abilities to outsmart, outrun or outfight a lot of potential threats, including trained warriors or droids. They are not like kids from the rest of the Galaxy, nevermind like kids from the real world.

4) That Padawans fighting in the war wasn't really something we saw in the movies (except on Geonosis, but again they're woefully unprepared for it and they didn't expect that level of aggression on Dooku and the Seps' part). It was the product of the out-of-universe reasoning that if you're going to animate and produce shows for kids, they're going to wanna see kids. My younger brothers and cousins's favorite episodes are probably the younglings eps, because duh.

Ultimately, it all comes down to whether or not people are criticizing the worldbuilding (they can dismiss my first three arguments as not good enough and continue to think the Padawans' situation is messed up, it's totally fair) or are saying that the story itself was condemning the Jedi for 'using child soldiers', in which case I think it's completely unsupported by anything in the movies, shows, or behind-the-scene comments.

#ask #anonymous #jedi order #in defense of the jedi #padawans #meta #my meta #sw talk

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Bloody Beetle | Part Four

Summary: life in the desert with Harrow and his creepy cult

Pairing: another one that’s mostly Arthur Harrow x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: that naughty boy Harrow is lying and manipulating people again, tut tut...

A/N: look at me posting two days in a row, who am I? For the purposes of this story, let’s just pretend Harrow has the ability to give people strength or make them need to sleep… as always spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Part Three | Series Masterlist

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Egypt is hot. Way too hot. There’s not a single inch of your body that isn’t dripping with sweat as you follow Harrow and his disciples through the Egyptian desert. Arthur keeps you near him at all times, and you watch as the scarab that is floating above his hand directs him through the sands and suddenly points down. 

“We found Ammit. She’s here.” He says quietly before turning to face everyone and shouting in a language you don't recognise. The disciples erupt into cheers and laughs of joy. You just stand and watch them all. You don't understand how anyone could be happy about this. But then Harrow hasn’t managed to brainwash you like he has the rest of these people. 

As they celebrate Harrow is approached by Bobbi, the lady you recognise as the police officer who took you from Steven’s flat. She’s on the phone when he notices her. 

“Marc Spector is in Cairo. He’s tracking us.” She says just loud enough for you to hear, glancing over at you as she talks.

“I know.” Harrow replies quietly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “She’s here.” 

Some of the disciples get to work on unloading the trucks and setting up huge tents while others begin digging to find the tomb. Wanting no part in any of this you take yourself a good distance away from everyone, finding a rock to sit on. Arthur sees you and comes over, sitting next to you. 

“You look displeased.” He says. 

“Well you're one step closer to freeing the crocodile lady that tried to kill me and wants to kill a whole lot of other people so, yeah, you could say I’m displeased.”

“I wish you saw things the way I do.”

“And I wish you didn’t.” You shoot back and he smirks, but not in a malicious way. He is genuinely amused by you. You look back out at his followers all working like slaves under his command. It baffles you how happy they are to be working so hard in this heat, excited at the prospect of freeing Ammit. “How did you do it?”

“How did I do what?” He responds.

“How did you convince all these people to follow you?”

“They follow Ammit, not me.” 

“But they follow Ammit because of you, right? You told them about her.”

“I guess.” he says, noncommittal, wanting you to keep talking. 

“I presumed it was just that they were lucky enough to be judged as good by her, and that’s what made them follow her. But then I realised that even if she had judged me as good instead of condemning me, I still wouldn’t believe the same thing that she does. I still wouldn’t be okay with killing people just because they might do something bad. And I just don't see how this many people can believe that that is right.”

“Everyone has their own reasons to believe what they believe.” 

“Yeah, but when those beliefs result in murder-”

“Y/N…” Harrow sighs.

“I mean what about kids? What would happen if you tested the scales, or whatever you call it, on a kid. And it turned out that they might do something that Ammit classes as evil in the future. What would happen then?” You ask, but he stays silent. “Arthur?” 

“Don't ask questions that you won’t like the answer to.” 

“You’re even worse than I thought.” You get up and start to walk away. 

“Don't go far. It’s almost time for your daily healing.” He calls after you, but you just keep walking. You need to get away from this man. 

— — — — 

About an hour has passed since your revealing talk with Harrow and the dig is still in full force. You’ve made yourself as comfortable as is possible when in the middle of a scorching hot desert surrounded by unhinged cult members. You find a small mound of sand just large enough for you to lean against and you sit on the floor. Your face up towards the bright sky, eyes closed as you try to take yourself somewhere else in your mind. 

Suddenly you hear a man cry out “Help!” And open your eyes to see the sky turn a dark shade of orange. You sit up right and search the crowd for Harrow. He may be deranged, but for some reason you feel safe when your eyes land on him. He stops digging and looks up at the sky. He doesn’t look worried all. In fact, he looks irritated. 

“Keep digging! No matter what happens, keep digging! Do not stop. I am about to be called upon.” He looks over and gestures for you to come to him. You obey, getting up and running across the sand to where he stands waiting with his cane. As soon as you reach him he lifts the hand that is holding the cane up to the side of your arm, the wooden cane pressing into your bicep slightly. “It’s time.” 

He places his other hand on your head, closing his eyes. Out the corner of your eye you notice the cane glow for a moment and then its over. He removes the hand on your head, using it to call over one of his female disciples. “Y/N is going to need to sleep now. Take her to the tent, stay there with her until I return.” 

“Praise Ammit.” She responds with a nod before taking gentle hold of you and leading you to the tent. She unzips the door for you and before you enter you turn back to look at Arthur, but he is already gone. 

Harrow was right. Once you got inside the tent you suddenly realised how much you wanted to sleep. As the woman charged with staying with you sat on a stool by the entrance, you settled down on one of the two camp beds that are set up in the room and fell almost instantly asleep. You have no idea how long you were asleep for but when you wake, Harrow has taken the place of the woman and is now sat watching you. 

“You’re back.” You say as you sit up in bed. 

“I am.” he replies simply as he stands and moves over to one of the tables in the room.

“Where did you go?” 

“I had to talk with the Ennead council but it’s sorted now. Nothing to worry about.” A small smile appears on his face. “How are you feeling?” 

“Fine.”

“Good, good. I’m glad. The healing can make you feel tired for a while after so it’s important to rest.” He hands you a cup of water and sits next to you. He takes a sip from his own cup before talking again. “I saw Marc Spector tonight.” 

“Oh.” you say, trying to sound disinterested and ignore how your heart just skipped a beat at the mention of his name.

“He wanted the Ennead to put me on trial, but they saw through his lies and let me go. When I last saw him, he and Layla El-Faouly were meeting with a black market dealer-”

“Why are you telling me this?” You snap, standing up from the bed and stepping away from him.

“I thought you’d want to know.” It feels like he’s trying to wind you up, make you jealous that Marc is out there somewhere with Layla. 

“Well I don’t, okay? I do not care about Marc Spector.” You say firmly. A half truth. You don't know Marc Spector enough to care about him, but you do care for Steven and a small part of you still believes in him. 

Harrow stares at you for a moment before nodding. “Okay.” he says quietly before getting up and walking past you, stopping when he reaches the door. “Dinner is being served now. Once you’ve calmed down you may join us.”

He leaves and part of you wants to throw the cup of water in your hand at the door, but you don’t. Another part of you wants to just stay in this tent for the rest of the evening, but the grumbling of your stomach tells you that’s not a good idea. So you take a few breaths, finish the drink and head outside. 

— — — — 

As soon as you got outside with everyone, you wished you’d stayed in the tent. Something about the way the disciples watch you sends shivers up your spine. You get the feeling they don’t like having you around. Hushed conversations suddenly stop as you walk by. You keep catching glimpses of dirty looks and disproving stares being sent your way. If looks could kill, not even Harrow could keep you alive.

Harrow had been deep in conversation with a group of disciples so you walked straight to the food serving table and grabbed a bowl. You thanked the server who splashed a ladle of some sort of soup into your bowl and handed you a bread roll before you headed towards the table with the least amount of people sat at it. As soon as you sat down, the few people that were there got up and left, leaving you completely alone. Which you didn’t mind. At least you could eat your soup without judgement. 

Maybe its just because you haven't eaten a full meal in days, but the soup was actually delicious. You have no idea how they managed to make something so tasty with such few resources, but your empty stomach really appreciates it. A few moments later you notice the shadow of someone stood next to you. 

“May I sit?” Harrow asks, looking down at you with a sympathetic smile.

“Go ahead.” You say as you dip some bread in your soup and he sits next to you. “This is really good.” You say as you take a bite of the now soup soaked bread.

“Yes, Victor’s lentil soup. A favourite of mine.” He waves over to Victor who smiles at Harrow, but then he looks at you and his face drops.

“I don't think these people like me very much.” You try to laugh it off, but your insecurity sneaks through. 

“There are some doubts about you, I admit. Those who believe I’m wrong for sparing you after your scales judgement. But they’ll come around, once they get to know you.”

“They want me dead.” You say, a hint of sadness in your voice as you absentmindedly stir your spoon around your soup. 

“Y/N look at me.” He says and you look up, slightly startled by how close he now is. “No harm will come to you while you’re under my protection. You have my word.”

You just nod at him and he smiles, relaxing into his seat. You finish the rest of your meal in comfortable silence before Harrow offers to walk you back to the tent. 

“We’re going into the tomb tomorrow morning, as soon as the sun rises.” He says suddenly, and you don't really know how to respond. You want to try to convince him not to go, not to release Ammit. But you know there’s no point so you just say “okay” and continue walking. 

“I don't know how long I’ll be down there so I’ll need to do your healing before I go-”

“Wait, you're not taking me with you?” You ask.

“No, you must stay in the tent. I don't know what challenges I will face in there, it’s likely to be dangerous. I need to be able to focus and not be worrying about you.” 

“Why would you worry about me?” You laugh and he stops walking, turning to face you completely. 

“Because I care about you, Y/N.”

“Oh” you're surprised at his confession “Uh, I don't really know what to say to that.” 

“Then say nothing.” He says, reaching his hand out to pull back the entrance to the tent. “It’s time to sleep now. Tomorrow is a big day.” 

You enter the tent and head to the bed you’d slept in earlier. You're surprised that Harrow follows you in, placing his cane next to the other bed in the tent. 

“You're sleeping in here too?” You ask.

“Is that alright? I assure you, you are perfectly safe with me. But if you're uncomfortable I can swap with Bobbi. I’m sure she won’t mind-”

“No, no its okay. I don't mind.” You don't fully trust that Bobbi, or any of the other disciples, wouldn’t just murder you while you slept.

“Very well.” He says, climbing into bed. “Good night Y/N.” 

“Good night Arthur.”

— — — — 

The next morning you when you wake you can hear the sound of voices outside your tent. You look over and realise Harrow’s bed is empty. You get out of bed and creep closer to the tent door, listening to the conversation on the other side. 

“But sir, please, I want to help you!” The voice pleads. 

“You want to help me? This is how you help.” Harrow replies, calm but firm. “She can’t come with us, someone has to stay with her. I’m trusting you with to keep her safe.” He pauses. “Ammit has found you to be worthy enough for this important task. Don’t let her down.”

There’s sigh before the first voice simply says “Praise Ammit.”

You hear movement and quickly retreat back away from the door. A moment later Harrow and one of his disciples, a young lady, enters. 

“Y/N, this is Maya. She’s going to keep you company while I’m away.”

“Nice to meet you.” You give her a small smile, and she tries to smile back but you can tell she’s irritated. You turn your attention to Harrow. “You know I really don't need a babysitter. I’ll be fine in here on my own.” 

“I know. But just in case something were to happen, Maya will be here for you.” He moves closer to you. “Are you ready?” He asks, placing a hand on your shoulder and you nod. He places his other hand on your head, his cane glows and even though you’ve just woken from a full night sleep you instantly feel tired. He guides you back into bed, helping you settle in. “Sleep now. When I return, we change the world.” He says softly with a smile as you drift back into your dreams. 

— — — — 

The first thing you notice when you wake up is how quiet it is in the empty camp. It’s eery, kind of haunting. For the first time you actually almost miss Harrow and you're actually relieved he didn’t leave you completely alone. You sit up and look over to see Maya sat on the stool at the entrance, slumped against the side of the tent. She’s asleep. Not wanting to disturb her, you make your way over towards her as quietly as possible and sneak past her to the outside. 

Being alone outside sends a shiver up your spine. The camp looked abandoned, but you don't feel like you're alone. You get the same feeling you did at dinner last night, as if everyones eyes are on you. You head over to the food table and are thankful to find there’s still some porridge left over from breakfast in the serving pot. You grab yourself a bowl full and sit at one of the tables. You only get a few mouthfuls before you hear Maya shouting for you. She comes running outside, a look of panic on her face. A gun in her hand, which she lowers once she realises you're fine. She heads over to join you. 

“Why do you have gun?!” You ask in horror. 

“Harrow left it with me, so I can defend myself if I need to.” 

“Defend yourself against who?” You pause, surely not… “Against me?”

“No not you.” She tucks the gun away in her belt. “He just said if anyone shows up and tries to follow him or take you then I have to use it.”

“Who would want to take me…” you don't even finish your sentence as it sinks in. He must be talking about Marc. But if what he said before was true, then Marc wanted nothing to do with you. Maybe he knows something you don't and there are more dangerous people after you. But what would they even want with you? None of this makes sense, but it’s making you anxious. You decide to change the subject. “So, how long have you been with Harrow and everyone?” 

“Not long, only a few months now I think.”

“How did you get involved in all this?” 

“I made friends with some bad people when I was in college. Eventually they got me selling drugs and when my parents found out they kicked me out. I was living on the streets, meeting dangerous people. That’s when I met Arthur. He found me in an alley one night, tested my scales and took me in. He saved me.”

“Wow…” you don't know what to say. Looking at her, she can’t be older than 17. But already she’s been through so much. “I’m sorry you went through that.”

“It’s okay. I’m in a much better place now.” She smiles, this time it’s real. “And once we release Ammit, I’ll be able to bring justice to the people that hurt me.” There’s a few moments of quiet before Maya speaks again. “Please don't tell Harrow that I was asleep.”

“I won’t. But why does it matter?”

“I was supposed to be watching you. If he knew that I’d fallen asleep, and that you were out here alone… he’s be so angry with me.”

“But why?”

Before she can answer you hear the sound of something being knocked over in one of the other tents, startling both of you. For a second she looks panicked while she tries to work out what to do next. 

“Back to the tent. Go!” She whispers as she gets up and ushers you to move with her. She escorts you back with one hand on your back, the other hovering over her gun which is tucked into her belt. Once inside she tells you to sit back on the bed, which you do. You both stay silent as you listen out for any more movement. “I’m going to have a look around. Stay here.” She says and you agree before she disappears back out the door. 

A few more minutes pass by and you see the shadow of someone creeping around the edge of your tent. The shadow of someone too big to be Maya. You get on the floor and shuffle under your camp bed just as someone enters. You clasp your hands over your mouth as you listen to heavy footsteps move around your tent, rifling through items and baskets of papers that Harrow left on the table. Something falls to the floor and drifts down to land in front of you, some paper covered in sort of ancient text. Your heart feels like its about to pound right out of your chest as the intruder moves closer. As they crouch down to pick it up you finally get a glimpse of who it is. He looks at you like he’s just seen a ghost.

“Y/N?” the British voice you didn’t realise you’d missed so much. “Y/N! Oh thank God you’re alive!” 

Part Five

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[killthefuhkinglights]

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Apparently Frank Iero Is Not Okay.

For the ultimate test of My Chemical Romance's seemingly inescapable ubiquity, stay tuned to MySpace pages and message boards everywhere. When XØ- the debut from MCR guitarist Frank Iero's hardcore-punk side project LeATHERMOUTH- reaches the masses, you'll surely start seeing a gazillion comments from teenage girls raving, "OMG! Frank is sooooo hot! I love LeATHERMOUTH!" Were this record the product of just about anyone not involved with MCR, you could safely wager that most of said fans would run away from XØ as fast as humanly possible with their fingers wedged in their ears.

LeATHERMOUTH, who officially consist only of Iero on vocals and Rob Hughes on guitar, specialize in a particularly punishing form of hardcore that combines sludgy doom metal and harsh grindcore, topped off by Iero's ferocious screams and often twisted, eye-brow raising lyrics. Speed and fury are the name of the game here, and thus none of the album's 10 tracks break the three-minute mark (the disc's total running time is just over 21 minutes). While LeATHERMOUTH certainly aren't reinventing the wheel, songs with names like "I Am Going To Kill The President Of The United States Of America" and "Your Friends Are Full Of Shit" are far from dull. XØ's sheer brutality and shock value alone make the record the complete anti-My Chem experience, a perfect soundtrack for driving around with a corpse stashed in your trunk. (EPITAPH, epitaph.com) Brendan Manley

In-Store Session WIth Vocalist Frank Iero

LeATHERMOUTH are your forum to vent. What's got you so angry?

Just everyday life, and things that affect us that people want to pretend doesn't exist: feelings of isolation and depression, and the way the world is going. There are other things too: "Catch Me If You Can" is based on the letters written by Jack the Ripper. It's basically about cutting up girls, which is always fun. [Laughs] A lot of the songs seem to be about killing girls.

What's the story behind "5th Period Massacre"?

Kids are killing each other in school, and people are very quick to condemn the entertainment industry, or the parents or the kids themselves, who must be "off." I'm not saying those aren't some of the reasons, but no one talks about the little fucking prick who calls the kid a "faggot" or beats him up every day, so he sees no way out other than going home and getting his father's gun.

How about "Sunsets Are For Muggings"?

It's about going to see my psychiatrist. Every appointment I had was at night, around sunset. It's about taking all the pills to make yourself better, yet never feeling normal, and knowing that everything you're saying is going in one ear and out the other. I've definitely had to deal with mental illness in my family; that's a very personal thing that I deal with on a daily basis. "Sunsets" is my way of saying that no one is looking out for you but yourself, and you have to consider that no one fucking cares.

Will teenage girls who are into My Chem be horrified?

That's the funny part. "Catch Me If You Can" for example, has some pretty harsh lyrics about women. The last half of the song says, "A gift from God doing the Devil's crimes/I'll set shit right one whore at a time." Watching a good handful of little girls singing that line with you is a little weird, and really fucking funny. The things that make me laugh are things that are horrendously awful, [like] people falling down or getting attacked by animals. If I can have girls singing back about cutting themselves up or setting themselves on fire, that's pretty much a good show.

Some people will say, "My Chem is huge. What's this guy's problem?"

There are a million things I can say are great about my life, and a million things that really fucking suck. I can't explain why I have a problem with depression or anxiety; I don't know, and nobody can tell me why, either. I just do what I can to stay sane on a daily basis, and [LeATHERMOUTH] are one of those things that help me, getting it all out on a record, and playing shows. The first tour we did was really refreshing, exhausting and cathartic, and I wasn't pissed off anymore. Now that I've been home for a while, all that hate has built up again, and I think I need to do a couple more shows. [BM]

Alternative Press, In-Store Session interview with Frank Iero on LeTHERMOUTH's album XØ

#frank iero #leathermouth #xø #interview #what the fuck is wrong with him <3 #i think i need to sit down #frank we need to talk #iero are you listening to me #edit to the tags: tay you’re absolutely correct #as usual AP is pretty disrespectful to the artist and is talking about it as though it’s some nasty little creation /neg #why is this you’re characterization of teen afab fans? #the last two lines of the interview lead in have me seeing red #how is leathermouth anti my chem #how can you be that insensitive to the music multiple artists and fans as an interviewer for a music mag #riddle me that #cause i’m not fucking getting it

[dilf-in-peril]

20 Questions for Writers

tagged by: @grand-magnificent thx :3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

163.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

450,140

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Professional wrestling right now, obviously, which for the rest of the questions I pretend is the only thing I write to stay on brand. I also still write the occasional fic for my old fandoms or films you've never heard of, partcipating in exchanges makes you write a lot of random stuff.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Just giving you the ones for Wrestling:

Kayfabe (missing that old man hours, kayfabe breaking cmjf)

Top Guys. In. (cmftr DP)

He Gets Papi (rhea/dom pissfic) - wow that one's got a long tail huh?

Welcome to the BCC (yutamox hole initiation ceremony)

Making Amends (punk asks HHH politely to be allowed back into wwe)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes. I rarely ever have anything to say in response unless it's a question and I feel silly when I say "thank you for noticing what I tried to put down" but I like to let people know I appreciate their comments, because I very much do.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably that CMJF noncon fic which had everyone miserable and worse by the end of it. Also all of the PunkRaven stuff, which never has much of an improvement of the situation in sight.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

idk, I don't write a lot of longfic anyway and I think most of the PWP stuff that's not super messed up ends with people showering together or falling asleep next to each other which is a pretty happy ending as far as sex goes.... oh wait, it's the HHH fic where Punk implicitly returns to WWE for his efforts (I guess here too it is up to the reader whether this is a happy ending or more of a "came back wrong")

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Only once for the underage cmjf fic, and I think it was the same person grand-magnificent mentions ironically. Maybe it helps that the kind of wrestling fans that I can see being haters have been condemned to writing incest fic so they don't have much ground to stand on.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yeah. All of it. I also actively hate writing it most of the time. I enjoy writing mood, tension, the build and the aftermath but not much of the actual in and out.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Don't think I ever have, no. I never got the appeal of "what if Goku met Superman" and I am clearly not funny enough to pull of something like WWE meets Succession.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah but not Wrestling fandom, it was Dune.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. Actually, if you want to do that, hit me up.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

All-time ship is a bit wild if I've only been writing this fandom for a little over a year but it's PunkJoe. This bad boy can fit so much love. And kink. And H/C.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hey now, mind your words.

16. What are your writing strengths?

People have told me it's physical sensations, descriptions that give a visual image even if you've got a bit of the old aphantasia, and discomfort.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue. Introspection. Writing out feelings. Not using the same words all the fucking time.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

idk... don't, unless you speak the language or have a beta that does? I guess now it's easy to just google translate it as a reader but with older literature it always throws me out... am I supposed to just speak latin and french to get what you're having your characters say?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter like almost two decades ago.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I am still very proud of the Smoke and Mirrors PunkRaven fic. I could probably improve it a bit now that I actually have access to the whole feud and learned more about them but it's surprisingly on point just from my gut feelings.

tagging: @doctorworm @glamrocktrash @tache-noire and everyone else I have ever interacted with on ao3 and forgotten about right now

#20 Questions for Writers #questions

[impossibleprincess35]

Asphodel | ch 24

[Excerpt:]

Tibor was exasperated with her: “We can no longer pretend that we don’t know where Lady Bo-Katan is. We know. We have the proof. She is with Death Watch. She has aligned herself to their cause.”

Satine nodded fervently with sharpness in her voice, “Yes, I understand that. The proof is damning. But you are asking me to declare my younger sister dar’manda and use her as a pawn to frighten people from supporting a terrorist organization.”

“I don’t see what is unreasonable about that,” Tibor confirmed.

She frowned, “I feel we must move with trepidation. Of course, we want to condemn acts of terrorism, and we want people who engage in such acts to be held accountable, but we must be careful in how we handle the issue of dar’manda. It is not something I am willing to consider lightly.”

An advisor piped up, “The people must know that we are not afraid to make Death Watch and its followers, even Lady Bo-Katan Kryze, pay for their crimes.”

“Yes,” Satine continued, her voice rising with earnest emotion, “I absolutely agree, and that is why we have a judicial system that handles those matters fairly and with transparency. But you are asking me to issue a philosophical statement, a public statement to all, that my sister has lost her identity, her heritage, and her soul. I cannot do that. I will not do that.”

Tibor sighed into his hands and then looked up, “We understand that she is your sister and therefore–”

Satine raised her hand and cut him off, “This has nothing to do with Bo-Katan. I would not issue a statement like this about anyone. Making a move like this would be like pouring fuel into a raging fire. We would surely be at odds with not only Death Watch, but many Mandalorians who still believe in some of the old ways.”

The room was quiet with trepidation. She had struck a nerve with them, and she knew the silence would only last for a few moments before voices of dissent quickly resumed.

--

Chapter 24 is up.

Satine and Obi-Wan and Korkie fluff in the first half. Satine is a boss in the second.

Um, how the hell has this spawned into 24 chapters with no end in sight yet? If you're still with me, I love you and I appreciate you.

#asphodel #obitine #obi wan x satine #fanfic

[nerdygaymormon]

It’s my third decade around this lovely planet. I was raised in Utah, Catholic, gay. I portrayed being straight in high school, gained some scratches and dents and came out after graduating (broken but safe). Now, I am puzzling life. In my mind, playing with the idea of being a father. The typical, going with nature.

Years ago, I asked God for a sign, he replied. And I kept eating, different, versions of the Bible’s, languages, perspectives and enjoying great ancient history. Seeing patterns, rewriting my own philosophies until my belly was pretty full.

I’ve come to learn that being gay is like my ADD, it’s something you’re born with. And life is like my bad astigmatism, but you can refocus to see. But even I burden pain. It’s not that I find Men attractive, it’s that love is involved. I can’t change my dreams. By now I’ve realized that I’m going straight to hell (turning to dust, mormon version). Unless, I manage to live the after life, as the great Egyptians did.. etc.

And i know my options, I can be like a eunuch, not having relationships, sticking with church oh but not being castrated, yet I still burn in hell, aka into dust. I can pretend to be straight, get married, have children and you know the rest. And surrogacy.

So my question, so if someone like me chooses to go against the nature of the church. Surrogacy, rearing and rasing a semi righteous family… then it’s not as bad as burning in hell right ? Dust.

please do not take this offensive, I’m trying to figure out, my own things.

Hello anon,

If I'm understanding, you're writing to say you want to be a dad and you're thinking about the ways this could be done--marry a woman, adopt, or surrogacy.

I think that's a beautiful dream, to want to be a dad.

I also think being a parent is tough if you don't have a partner who can help do all that needs to be done, but there's plenty of single parents out there who show it can be done.

I'm not sure why you think you're going to Hell? Because you're gay? Do you really think that the God who let you be born gay also is going to condemn you for that? I don't get how that makes sense. That's like saying you're going to Hell for your astigmatism.

My view is God loves queer people because God is our Father and because God loves diversity.

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I'm going to share a few links to things I've written about scripture passages, maybe these will provide some hope

The story of Sodom & Gomorrah is often used to justify bigotry and violence against gay people, but maybe this is exactly what the story is warning against.

Consider the story of Jonathan & David, the possibility that this is a same-sex relationship blessed by God has made it a favorite of queer Christians.

God put Ashpenaz & Daniel together, consider that when pondering whether gay people have a 1-way ticket to Hell.

Jesus healed the male lover of the Roman Centurion soldier, what does this indicate about Jesus' views on same-sex love?

Jesus taught that "eunuchs" (which, in context, seems clear he’s speaking of men who don’t have a desire or attraction for women) are not required to marry women

Paul gives an argument which supports gay marriages

Frankly, most Bible verses used against gay people don't hold up when put back in context. And there's certainly many principles taught in the Bible that support encouraging love between two people.

[yonemurishiroku]

hey I just read your post abt where you answered an anon abt how even tho u kinda hate him u don't shit on him intentionally but would if promted or asked .that you would put it under percy hate tag and I just.....I respect so much rlly Ily and I'm can be like rlly pity sometimes and I wanna like u teach me ur ways

oh. wow. uhm. Thanks for your compliment, I guess? 😳 LOL I just think that letting people enjoy things was the least respect I can give to other media consumers.

Actually no. I just think that I don't have to waste my time hating something when I clearly can be dedicating my time and effort to those I love.

I hope I can teach you my ways but to be honest, since the day I came to know of the fandom culture, I've been instructed to respect others' choices of consumption. It came as a way of life, I think? Like basic manners in fandom space. I suppose it does have something with the fact that the Asian fandom, where I come from, has always been more lenient, dare I say respectful, and open in comparison with the Westerners, by which PJO thrives.

If I have to give you any advice though, I think I have a few that would help:

Before you send any hate, ask yourself if this is really worth your time, and if you'd be really feeling better if you engage with what you dislike.

Most of the time, it's just not worth it. Yeah maybe at that time, shitting on something you hate might sound fun, but at the end of the day, you'd only have burdened yourself with a sense of frustration and ruined others' fun. Try scrolling away the second you feel like you're not enjoying yourself. Pretend they don't exist. You'd forget about it like three minutes later. It helps a lot.

This is not real life. You can hardly (if ever) change someone's mind by arguing with them online. There's no need to trouble yourself, right?

Accept that whatever you like, there's always someone who dislikes it; and whatever you hate or feel disturbed at, there's always someone who's into that.

Because we're humans. and humans are self-centered at birth. we're not saints. we love and we hate as we'd like. it's just how we are. And it's fictional anyway. Who caressss. Let us love and let us hate.

This is... really a very simple thing in the Asian fandom, actually, but somehow the Westerners miss out. I've seen Twitter accounts condemning those who support pairings they disapprove of. I find it stupid and meaningless. Just. Don't. 😔😔😔

Which also means acknowledging your dislikes btw. You might figure out your reasons, but don't try justifying them. You hate whatever you don't like, that's all. Rant as you want. just avoid the fan's space. Don't jump into their sanctuary and commit blasphemy.

As I usually do, I might dislike Percy as he is, but I'm aware half of the fandom's in love with him, and that's okay! I know I don't like him though, so I stay away from his tag, and if I'm ranting I'm putting it somewhere fewer Percy fans can see. You wouldn't want to see hate in your blorbo tag now would you? It's just respect in its simplest form.

Fictional characters don't have rights. The only right they have is copyright. Just remember that the next time you feel offended in your blorbo's place.

However, I'm aware most of these just... don't apply to the wester fandom. yeah I don't know why either, everybody has this need for justice (their justice) somehow...

I suppose it'd be hard for you, but if you'd like to change your perspective to have a better, more peaceful fandom experience, I strongly recommend following the above.

I hope you have great experiences in this fandom culture. With love.

#pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #pjo fandom #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #riordanverse #fandom talk #fandom #media consumption

[choiliner]

hey! just wanted to reassure you that i think you're being reasonable with your reactions re: soobin, on one hand there's a lot that we don't know about how he watched it / what version he watched and what he knows abt it, but on the other hand i don't think it's fair to pretend that idols are morally perfect people and that we should just "trust" them (never mind that trust in parasocial relationships doesn't work that way). so i think you're handling this in a level-headed way! and i don't mind hearing your thoughts & seeing your reblogs bc they mirror my own too, and i hope you're doing ok despite all the news coming out

thank you, i'm glad you can see it that way! i just don't wanna condemn someone without knowing the full story, but i also don't wanna defend them blindly yk?

i'm a little stressed out bc as i've mentioned soobin has been a big source of comfort for me, especially this year, so this whole situation is really frustrating (and it's even worse that he mentioned the anime in september last year but it's only being brought to people's attention now lol how did that go over EVERYONE'S heads). but i understand we'll never truly know them, so yeah i'm just gonna wait until we get some disclosure. i just honestly hope he comes forward asap to give us his side of the story bc when taehyun was under fire for being in a club bighit just kept him in a dungeon for 2 weeks and that was it, but this time there's an actual REAL problem so i hope they make him say smth rather than hide him away and act like nothing's going on.

hope you're doing okay as well anon, have a wonderful week 🤍🤍🤍

#we have enough information to believe either side could be right so i don't wanna jump to conclusions #i'll just keep him away from my blog for now #and if it's true that he watched the Seriously Problematic™ version then yea we're moving on from him #what's getting to me is that he mentioned it on a welive like . how do you mention that kinda content in front of thousands of ppl #i hate it here #i also hate how some people are acting like this is IMPOSSIBLE #when i was digging through it earlier i literally saw someone saying ''people are insane. i know soobin and he would never do such a thing' #like babe you do not know him at all #none of us do 💀 #but i digress #anonymous #💌

[apenitentialprayer]

Lmao, I swear to God social media has emboldened some psychotic "Christians" way too much, making them think it's fine to spew crude words and insults around then pretend they're the good guys here.

Is this in reference to people calling that woman a whore and a slut and worse, or me calling those people in general dickhead and that one guy in particular a sanctimonious prick? In the case of the latter, well, I should probably apologize.

The thing about righteous anger... the anger tends to last long after the righteousness has been burned away by that anger. Everyone wants to be Jesus flipping tables in the Temple, but very few people have the purity of heart and moral caliber to do that. It's just another form of judgment, an usurpation of the role that belongs to God, but more insidious because you think you're championing a cause when you have no way of doing anything constructive. So maybe I should be sorry. I hope you'll pray that I will be, in that case.

But as for the general gist of what I wrote last night, I stand by that. If this woman is to be believed, and I don't see why I should be super skeptical, she is someone who sinned three years ago without any suspicion. She could have left it be, buried in the past. And instead, after three years, she made the first move towards repentance. And she was punished for it. And if we're going to punish people who come forward to repent, even of those whose sins are odious (surprise, surprise; what else is repentance for, if not for those things?), then we're creating an environment that encourages people not to confess.

Nancy Eisland wrote, In Christian tradition, the acknowledgment of sin is not a shameful thing; rather, it opens a space for the inflowing of grace and acceptance. And, looking at last night, boy, we really failed at that, haven't we? We're giving out Ls and calling people whores. Because it's much more fun to flip tables over than it is to take pleasure not in the death of the wicked, but rather that they turn from their ways and live. That's a sin we're all personally guilty of, myself included.

There's a book called The Divine Pity, by a Dominican priest named Gerald Vann. And I'm hearing these condemnations, this unpitying "she got what she deserved" attitude, and I can't help but think of a particular passage in that book;

For pity is indeed the corollary of humility and penance: you can no longer, if you have learnt the sense of sin, speak of your brother with arrogance as a sinner. We are each responsible for all. You will not say, when you see some sort of evil done, "There but for the grace of God go I"; you will say "There go I." You will not say "How these are hurting the heart of Christ," but "How I in these are hurting the heart of Christ." For you will know yourself implicated, responsible; and there will be shame and sorrow in your pity because you have not done more to avert evil, have not perhaps even prayed for those who are the immediate cause of the evil. But you will hardly think in terms of praying for sinners: you will think of praying for others, and especially if praying for your sin in others: these, you will say, have gone astray and perhaps are at war with the Good, but why has not power gone forth from me to help to heal them, as it went forth from Him who has sent me to be a bearer of His power? These are searching for God, and are miserable because they cannot find Him, and have I even prayed that they may find Him?

(p. 129, bolded emphases added)

I am personally guilty of unwittingly shaming and humiliating and hurting an adulterer, an adulterer who I care very deeply about, because I refused to see adulterers as people I could love, people deserving of my pity. And I was a fool, because I couldn't even imagine an adulterer in the abstract and say "There but for the grace of God go I." And even that's not enough. Because I have fallen short of the glory of God, I even now poison the Body of Christ that I am a part of with my own failings, and so I must look at my sister-in-Christ and say There go I. And if that's distasteful to me, and it is, then it's a moral failure on my part, a failure to imitate my Lord who for our sakes made Himself a curse, who became sin.

#asks #Christianity #Catholicism #sin #pity #The Divine Pity #anger #wrath #judgment

[mihai-florescu]

Hand over all your Tsumugi Headcanons asap. If you dont have anny hand over all the lore insted

Ive been in a bit of a slump creatively lately so i feel like i forgot any and all headcanons i ever had. I hoped i'd get better, i didnt, and having an unanswered asks bothers me so i'll be very boring in my reply.

Tsumugi's easy to misinterpret. He's clumsy and caring, but he also never lets any task he starts unfinished. He can be surprisingly cold, i think, because he sees himself as unaffected by what's happening around him.

Backstory wise, we know his mom falls prey easily to scam organizations (i believe it was mentioned theyre religious in nature, but i have to double check, it was definitely in Element). This lead to her losing money, a divorce, having to close the dance school she had where Tsumugi and Natsume met as kids. Tsumugi has an older brother who is distant from the family, presumably because of his mom's actions.

Despite all of this drama, Tsumugi doesn't resent his family. It was also a miscalculation on Eichi's part when he assumed Tsumugi was his friend cuz he wanted money to distance himself from his mom. Which was never the case. I personally would love more Tsumugi family lore, i want to meet his brother in the future, but alas, this is what we know so far.

When you think of the war, you condemn Eichi and Keito, but overlook that Tsumugi was just as much involved in scheming as the rest. He didnt start the war, but he was invested in seeing the plan finished, even after he got cast aside, he never neglected his duties down to the burning of the documents. He admits multiple times he sees what they did as a necessary action and never regrets it. But because he believed so much in Eichi and didn't want to acknowledge that it was a contract based friendship, you can't help but feel bad for Tsumugi. You're more willing to forgive him and pretend he was just manipulated by Eichi. Even Madara seems to have fallen for this and to be on good terms with Tsumugi now despite the animosity he holds towards the people who actively participated in the war.

Tsumugi adapts easily. It's part of his objective "i dont feel pain" persona he puts up. The main role he plays is that of bluebird of happiness, at first for Eichi, then for everyone else as a way to make up for the pain they've caused in the war. And this just makes him seem trustworthy and pleasant to talk to, it's why he has so many connections. He also seems to know a lot of secrets because of this persona. The younger characters see him as a caring older brother, but the rest just see him as inoffensive. Rei in particular is known to just. Share random secrets about other characters with Tsumugi.

Idk if anything im saying really matters, let's go in speculation territory. I cannot provide answers in the form of headcanons as requested, but i can provide questions. Im very curious how the story wouldve progressed if Tsumugi had been part of Valkyrie instead of Fine. Cuz we know he was in the handicrafts club, he stopped attending cuz it became more of a Valkyrie hangout spot, we know he adapts easily if he believes in a cause; i think he couldve followed Shu's demands if he could get himself to care for their artistic goals. And I really dont think the war wouldve been won by the student council if this had been the case. Shu and Natsume would also not have been part of the oddballs. Idk im not really going anywhere with this train of thought, im just saying Tsumugi was essential to the war and the narrative to progress as it did.

#ask #anon #enstars

[jam-knife]

Chase paused and seemed to ponder the next question for a long moment before finally seeming to setting on the phrasing. "Do you think there are people who are too far gone to be saved from themselves? How does one know when it's all an effort in futility?"

"Now that's a tricky question, C." B warned, the corner of his mouth curling into a wry smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"For starters, I don't think it's really possible to 'save' someone from themselves, without curtailing their free will. It is then arguable whether you're saving them at all, or simply condemning them to a state of insatisfaction and powerlessness."

However, the more he talked, the lower his gaze sank into introspection. The cynical line of his lips flattened with it. Poker-faced, his inner turmoil could only be read in the tension dominating his fingers, clawing at his own lap.

"People aren't as easy to change as we want them to be. Thoughts, like infection, have the power to spread and rot everything they take over, gaslighting you into thinking all external help is ill-intended, or pointless."

He didn't even know if he was talking about A, about the nightmares he had been a silent witness to within Wammy's House's walls, or about himself.

Did it even matter? Were the words any less true?

"A floater can only do so much if you're not willing to swim. By the end of the day, we're all condemned to be ourselves. Condemned to save ourselves. Those who don't know you that well will still try; they'll see you remain unchanged under their efforts and still never see it coming. And those who know you too well will do their best to pretend they don't already know how lost a case you've become."

The signs were always there. Always. The numbers had been plastered on A's forehead for years, for fuck's sake. And B, who was the only one in that god-forsaken place gifted and cursed with the ability to see, had been the most thoroughly blind of them all.

Taking a lighter out of his pocket he fidgeted with it, wondering if he, too, had a fate he couldn't see. If he also was too far gone to be swiped away from the flames of his demise.

#beyond birthday #roleplay #ask #caustic c #death note

[ashe-delta-manic-mumblings]

Guilty Pleasures, and the Path to Innocence

I am just so disgusting dishonest with myself. This isn't really me being upset at myself, more just a fact about me. I've always been one to keep my interests secret since the things I like are traditionally not "normal". But, and especially recently, it's increasingly exasperated into being anxious for liking ANYTHING.

But uh... how did this happen, exactly?

Well, being a nerd helps.

Basically from minute one you're told to keep your mouth shut about your hobbies if they aren't mainstream, so often I will REFUSE to speak on anything I like.

Of course, there are tiers of acceptance for this kind of thing. Sure talking to someone whos into ultra mainstream things probably don't want to hear me talking about video games, but most people are cool with it. But for things deeper in the acceptance scale, like anime (a very famous punching bag for this sort of thing), you'll get laughed out the building.

So you just shut up.

You can find people with similar interests and hang out with them, and it helps, but even with groups there are various levels of "acceptable" things to like. Even with people I talk to about anime, I've repeated been made fun of for my interests in romance specifically (and it's wildly normal interest! It's just not Shonen, I guess.).

So you cover it up. Keep masking. Start lying. Say you don't like something, even if you're morbidly curious about it. Play off your interests as a joke, and never fully commit, else you might be condemned for Liking the Wrong Thing™. Sometimes you can test the waters, but no matter the group, no matter how nice they are, there will be something that gets you looks.

Now... duh. Weird things get you weird looks, no shit. Who cares?

I care. I care a lot.

My entire person, who I am, was built on the lies of pretending I like the same things as everyone else. Completely disregarding the trans implications of having your life be a lie (put a pin in it, it will be brought up again), I've been so dishonest with the things I like I don't even know what I like.

No, it's not that I don't know what I like. It's that I can't admit it for the life of me.

I took the path of least resistance, one without the pains of being unique and instead I'm just left with two sides of myself - the one that people think I am, and the one that has nothing to do with them.

And now, I face a second dilemma. The person I want to be and the person who people think I am are two completely different people. They aren't even the same gender. How can I be true to myself, if everything true to me is, by definition, "out of character"?

The persona I've built for myself to survive has become self destructive. It's out to kill me. It wants to take over, and everyone in the world is rooting for it. That's who everyone knows after all.

What about that girl, trying to transition into someone they actually care about? Will you laugh at them when everything they do is "out of character", because the person you know was a lie?

And so, guilty pleasures went from getting scared of rejection for having weird hobbies to being scared to do ANYTHING out of character.

I was guilty about being bisexual. I was guilty about my name. I was guilty about being feminine. I was guilty about being trans.

Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.

No matter what step I took, they were all wrong, because they weren't to the expectations of those around me. The expectations that I set, no less.

Soon, even taking a step felt guilty. I was terrified of someone having a reaction to me doing anything, I just stopped doing... anything.

Going outside became impossible. What if someone in my family said something to me about it? Or what about the strangers outside? And what if the bus was too crowded? What if I got stares? What if someone sees me as a man? What if someone sees me as a woman? What if someone sees me at all?

These last 10 months of hibernation destroyed by ability to do anything. Doing so would elicit a reaction, which was the last thing I was looking for. So just do nothing. Deny everything. Take the path of least resistance.

Jump cut to December. My girlfriend at the time breaks up with me, and with the break up, my last friend leaves me life. For the first time in my life, I had no one.

My path of least resistance had ran to it's natural conclusion. Isolation.

There were stragglers in my life, but I wasn't anywhere near close enough to them to call them friends. I hated most of them, too, and they made my life actively miserable just being there. But I didn't care at the time, because fixing that would be yet another reaction I'd have to deal with.

It took exactly half a day to realize that I had only days to live if I didn't talk to someone immediately. Outside of being actively suicidal, it was the most miserable I've ever been.

And, frankly, it might be the most important thing to ever happen to me.

I did something completely out of character for both my persona and I. I reached out to people. Anyone I could find. Those I wanted to talk to but didn't have the bravery to. I needed anyone, and even though my mind was screaming at me for breaking character, and that they'd hate me for talking to them, I took the shot.

And after leaving the path of least resistance for the first time in half a year, I was rewarded with a friend.

Friends, in fact. Out of all the people I reached out to talk to, 100% replied back and was not only willing to chat, but actively enjoying it.

Soon, I became part of their group of friends, and after summoning as much courage as humanly possible, joined a voice call with friends for the first time since 2021.

I didn't even use a mic when I started. I was afraid of their reactions, like I was afraid of the reactions anyone might have to me. But little by little, I tried to open up. I started killing that little voice inside me telling me not to let people react to me.

I started speaking with my mic. First it was push to talk, but eventually I went open mic when I realized they wouldn't hurt me. I started talking more, both about myself and my passions. I hung out more, and for longer. I was having genuine conversation with people, something I haven't done with a group for over a year.

It's not all easy, of course, and it never will be completely free for me. I've got anxiety whether I like it or not - but taking those steps, it built momentum for bigger and better things.

I've started double checking myself - do I really hate this, or am I just embarrassed on the reaction it will elicit? And if I really am embarrassed, to just suck it up and follow through.

I'm starting to use they/them or she/her pronouns in person. I'm trying to get used to the person I want to be, instead of letting people see me for the person they think I am.

I decided to go back to school, a decision I thought would never be possible because I was terrified of what my family might say. It sounds so simple, and frankly stupid, but it's one of the biggest decisions I think I'll make all year.

There's so many things you miss out on if you deny everything difficult! It's frankly bullshit! It feels like a glitch in the matrix, that you can just do the things you enjoy and not feel bad for them.

I think what really drove this home was what a friend said to me last night. I kept shooting down ideas for clubs to join because I was to terrified to being associated with certain groups, and because talking to a ton of people would drive me mad (or at least I think it would).

I had a million excuses, one after another, and could go for hours. But, then the friend said something extremely important to me. To paraphrase, "you can have a million excuses, but nothing will ever get done if you keep using them".

It feels stupid, but they were right. And I hate that they were right. It was so obvious. I was doing it already - taking little leaps of faith to make myself happier. To ignore the excuses, and do the thing that actually mattered to me - that's all that was important. I had to stop trying to beat down ideas before they happen, or else I'd be back on my path to isolation again.

So, with advice in tow, and a whole lot of faith, I need to ignore the excuses. To absolve myself of the guilt of being me, I must prove I am innocent to the eyes of many. That I can enjoy things - my gender, my identity, and of course, my weird little hobbies.

I'll struggle in parts. It's embarrassing to act different to how people might think after all. If you're close to me and reading this, feel free to "double tap" me. When I state an opinion so clearly covering up the truth, ask again, just to be sure. More often than not, I'm just being dishonest again.

It's a long road of course. It won't happen overnight, and my inability to handle the embarrassment of failure will catch up to me. But I just need to stay brave. Know that if I really do stay true to myself, I will be a happier person, a person people can look at and know they're seeing the true me, and not someone made up to fit their interests.

I'll commit to my name change. I'll wear the feminine clothing. Hell, I'll get a skirt if I can (please, mom). I'll go outside, and talk to friends. I'll enter society again better than I was when I left it. I'll be cringe, but god damn it, I'll be free. And when it's all said and done, I'll prove I was framed for this crime of enjoying myself.

Because, your honor, I've been innocent from the start.

#manic mumblings #personal mumblings #personal #guilty pleasures #tw suicidal thoughts

[xtoomanytimelinesx]

*cracks knuckles* alright… for 16: your family has never loved you, and never will. no one has ever seen or valued the person you are, only the person you were built to look like, and once you fell short of filling that void they immediately cast you aside as a wasted effort. an embarrassing mistake.

your very creation was doomed as a failure from the start, so you will spend the rest of your life broken and useless and wishing for something you can never have. what's more, the only sense of real purpose you were given by your creator can only be made possible if you're willing to sentence the inhabitants of Earth to death by killing their defender. and, if you ever did work up the resolve to overcome that moral quandary and fulfill your goal, you'd condemn yourself to a lifetime of drifting with no greater function or reason to justify your existence. you are literally incapable of ever finding peace or fulfillment in your life. all you can do is keep pretending.

Rip out my muse's heart in 1 ask.

There was along beat of silence, Android 16 remained still and stared at the stranger. It was a strange thing, he had never had the urge to harm someone he did not know before. But know his fists clenched and his teeth ground together, a cord had been struck. He understood that he is not what his parents wanted, he knew that they were unhappy with him. But they still loved him...right? They aren't the best people but they still see some value in him. They had to. What would he be without them? His hands began to shake as energy built up in his body, a silent rage gripped him.

He could rely on his family to give him a new purpose, something else to continue on for. If he did it- if Android 16 could manage to kill him, kill the man who his father despised so much, surly he would help him afterwards. He'd earn his approval and he could help him discover a new purpose. Heat built up behind his eyes and threatened to spill, he didn't even know why. This person wasn't right, his family cared about him. He truly believes it to be so.

"I love my family more than life itself."

There was more truth to his statement than he cared to elaborate on, if they pushed for him to destroy his target, then he would have no choice. The thought of ending life on earth weighed heavy on his conscious but he wanted to make his parents proud, he wanted to be their son. He felt water leak from the ducts in this eyes, anger and distress triggered the response and it made him even more upset. He didn't realize that he was crying because he subconsciously feared that his parents only saw who he was supposed to be, who he wasn't. He was crying because he knew that the only way to make them happy was by pretending to be someone else. He denied himself this information though, he lied to himself until he was convinced that his tears were from anger alone. Not because he hated what he was programmed to do but he knew it was the only way to gain his fathers approval.

"My family justifies my existence."

#●° asks °● #✦ kindhearted killing machine ✦ «android 16» #i made a new icon for this ask #man this robot has more issues than i could count on both hands #also whoever sent this; thank you very much #this was very fun to dig into #it would be an understatement to describe him as just a mess at this point