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chalabrun · 1 year
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Also! Since we’re bringing Terfling’s shit back into the limelight, let’s not forget the shit surrounding the Fantastic Beasts series that she wrote the screenplay of!
Leta Lestrange was the result of Corvus Lestrange forcefully using the Imperius Curse on her mother, Laurena Kama, and coerced into marrying him as well as being raped to conceive Leta. Again, this was Terfling's idea to literally make one of the only visible black characters in the series the byproduct of a white man's brutality and rape, and how this traumatized the Kama family.
Nagini being the only Asian woman in the series who not only was a literal "snake woman" stereotype, but became the unquestioning pet of a white, wizard fascist.
The Goldsteins' entire existence for clout despite the fact, not once, were the Goldstein sisters ever depicted as Jewish despite her claims that they were/are.
The fact that much of New York they depicted was racially homogeneous and almost devoid of POC minorities despite NYC at the time being anything but.
The fact that Grindelwald is depicted with both Holocaust imagery, Nazi-parallelism, and cast Johnny Depp for the role.
Leta was killed off in order to save the Scamander brothers, both two white men.
Ezra Miller continuing his role as Credence despite being a serial sex offender and abuser. Ditto goes for Depp and his casting despite being caught up in myriad abuse allegations at the time of Fantastic Beasts' filming and releases and how unapologetic JKR was in supporting him.
And this is just scratching the surface. Hogwarts' Legacy is definitely bad, but don't forget Fantastic Beasts and how blatantly horrible this series was, too!
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gentlemancrow · 3 years
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Ohhh man I can't wait to start wearing my cute Halloween skirts and sweaters. I have so many Halloween themed skirts and sweaters >>
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bodyinthebog · 3 years
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ok here’s something for @blaseballwipamnesty - have ~1k of angst about margarito nava, captain for the boston flowers. i wrote this around four seasons ago, so it’s pretty out-of-date for the canon.
cw: death mention, some body horror, swearing.
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There’s so few of them left, the originals. 
Both across the league and on the Flowers, players traded, transferred, incinerated until entire teams are replaced.
It’s been hard for Margarito not to become numb, if xe is honest. Only three Flowers have been in play since the Return, and they’ve all lost so much. 
Ace watched his child be incinerated. Of all the times Margo had to be late.
(Margo never told him this: before the fire connected, Moses had turned to Margo, a hand outstretched. Her mouth was a grimace of pain and terror, muscles clenched and nails tearing into her palms. But her eyes - her eyes were pure static. They were cold even before the flame reached them.)
Margo occasionally tries to talk to fans about the early players - Isaac, Hurley, even Cali - and the response is noncommittal at best. Other times, their faces show confusion, skepticism, maybe humming in feigned curiosity. 
“Oh, yes, Pacheco - wait, don’t you mean the player for the Pies? Poor soul, a massive shame what happened to them.”
Xe wants to grip their shoulders, to shake them until they remember. It’s not yet been twenty years - xe still remembers training with Beck, or working behind the bar whilst Hurley arranged flowers for a celebration.
On the worst nights, when Margo is yet again behind the bar at Margaritoville (always, always, never changing), xe watches the footsteps of Silvaire, or Zesty, and thinks about the ash they are tracking in; remnants from too many games played under an unnatural sun. Ash embedded into sneakers and souls. Shit, xe’s getting poetic in xir old age. 
The Flowers hold the record for the most number of incinerations. Is it luck? Divine hatred? Hell, Margo had even heard of a ‘curse’ on the team back in the early seasons - when Cali and Beck were incinerated and feedbacked within a few months of each other; when three players got incinerated in the same season.
The newer players have mentioned the curse as well - Scores, Salih, Zesty, the others. Even Nagomi Mcdaniel had groused about the “fuckin’ Flowers curse”. Scores had created spreadsheets - spreadsheets - about incineration rates and feedback chances and who knows what else. She had been so proud, and so enthusiastic, when she showed them to Margo, wheelchair skidding around with her computer close to falling off her lap.
It took all Margo had not to snap at her. Her friends were not just numbers.
They can’t be cursed. Who pays enough attention to Boston to care?
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The Moss Woman was no help, as usual.
She came to Margo on a summer’s evening, when the air was just beginning to bite with cold and the sky was just barely light. The Flowers had been kicked out of the playoffs yet again, so the team was back in Boston.
(Over in Charleston, a shelled god is descending on a terrified crowd, unexpected and unpracticed opponents standing alone. But that’s another story.)
Xe sat at the edge of a lake in the Garden, xir legs crossed and xir hand dipped in the water - the left one, the one beginning to tinge with green. There was a small flower-bud on the palm of that hand; Margo wondered often what it will become. Xe doesn’t mind these changes, necessarily - the Flowers have always been tied to their namesake, and what’s another step further. Everything returns to the ground, to ash, eventually. At least the Garden is not a possessive god - who knows, they could be the Crabs.
“Margarito.” Her voice came from behind, and above. It emanated from the lake, and the grass xe sat on, and the bud in xir hand. The night air seemed to still suddenly, what little wind there was falling silent.
“Be nice.” Margo muttered in response, head slumped against xir chest.
A gentle laugh. “Darling, I say what I must.”
The next moment, there was a presence on the grass next to xir. Margo didn’t turn xir head, instead looking up, as if trying to find the oncoming stars. 
“What do you seek, Margarito?”
Margo paused for a moment, drawing xir hand up from the lake. “Something’s coming, isn’t it.” There’s a defeated tone in xir voice.
Xe can hear the shrug in the Moss Woman’s voice. “It always is. Always has been.”
A pause. Somewhere in the undergrowth, a bird cawed a final goodnight to the day.
“Why do you let them go?” Margo’s voice cracked involuntarily.
She replied immediately. “I don’t have a choice.” 
“But Cali still lives. I understand why you favour her, yet -”
The Moss Woman laughed, yet again. This time it was bitter, tinged with resignation and resentment. “Margarito, I do not favour her. Our dear lotus is destined for something beyond this garden, I am afraid. Her fate is quite out of my hands.”
As if on cue, a lotus bloomed next to them, pink leaves vibrant in the setting sun. Margo snorted. Trust Cali to be listening.
“The Flowers have never gone this long without an incineration.” Xe said.
“It’s only been three seasons, Margarito.” Her tone was almost mournful.
Margo placed her hands behind xir, leaning back to face the sky. “That’s just it. Three fucking seasons. We shouldn’t have to live in fear.”
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They make it longer without any incinerations, surprisingly. The Flowers pass the Grand Siesta in Boston and in peace, players returning to their families. Years pass with the occasional meet-up; the occasional training session. Beck returns for a while - she disappears into the Garden, a vine wrapped around her wrist. When she talks to Margo, their conversations are stilted. Uncertain.
Beck led a team constantly facing incineration. Margarito runs one haunted by it.
Margo remains at the bar, as xe has done for the past decade. 
The Coffee Cup comes as a welcome break, all things considered. Xir team, Macchiato City do moderately well, and it was good to play opposite Jacob for once.
It’s when xe is attempting to call Castillo that something interesting happens. The phone rings for longer than Castillo usually lets it - even if he is not the most engaging speaker, Margo needs to hear a familiar voice. The Garden feels empty.
“Hello? Turner is unavailable at the moment, can I take a message?” A posh, slightly accented voice speaks from the other end of the line.
“Oh - no, it’s alright. Just tell him to call me back.”
“Will do. This is Thomas Dracena speaking, from the Millenials - you’re Margarito Nava, right? From the Flowers?”
Margo laughs. “Yeah, that’s me. Thanks, Thomas.”
“Of course, Margarito. I’ll tell Castillo you called.”
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some a message others just walnuts - sometimes just social - and if u wonder bout the pronunciation of the common caw - its more of a throat clearing a-awk repeated more than once - the # and interval is regional by murder i think but i really only know cali corvids tho sometimes a cross country or ocean message but then again imma almost poet deluded often - i reel eyez this morning after kitty - they also chase out demons - thats why they there when death come to take u over safely  - or sometimes they just are hungry
does it matter 
really
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thelittlefanpire · 5 years
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20 Questions Tag Game
Thank you @pawprinterfanfic for the tag! 🥰
Rules: Answer these 20 15 questions, then tag 20 10 people that you would like to get to know better!
Nickname: sara
Last movie I saw: The Road to El Dorado because it’s new on Hulu.
Last thing I googled: “what sound do seagulls make?” lol for fic. I was looking for the word caw.
Favourite musician (band): Paramore
Song stuck in your head: “out like a light”
Other blogs: I have some personal ones for like writing resources.
Do you get asks? Sometimes. When I ask for prompts or things like that.
Following: 392 blogs!
Lucky number: 17 & 21
What I’m wearing: yoga pants and my HS tennis t-shirt
Dream Trip: New Zealand is the dream!
Favourite food: anything with chocolate
Languages: English and a little Spanish
Radom Fact: I have eczema (it’s currently driving me crazy rn)
Describe yourself as aesthetic things: coffee, books, peonies, sunshine, blues, curls, and poetry
Adding 5 more because it’s 20 Questions!
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
Favorite Restaurant: of all time: O’Charley’s In Cali: Costa Brava Spanish Restaurant
Your OTP: Bellarke
Relationship Status: Married
What time does your alarm go off in the morning: 7:20 or whenever the baby wakes up!
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onlinesomalilibrary · 6 years
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Barbaarinta San iyo Rabaynta Suubban ee Ubadka
Barbaarinta San iyo Rabaynta Suubban ee Ubadka
Cabdifataax Cawed Cali
Laga soo billaabo markii Alla uu doonay uumista aadamaha ee uu abuuray aabbeheen Aadam isagoo ka abuuray carrada, hooyadeen Xawaana ka abuuray fadhisii si uu ugu dego una dugsado, intaa ka gadaal Alla waxa uu ka abuuray labadoodii ubad rag iyo dumarba leh ubadkaana ka yeelay kuwa arlada fac ka fac isaga danbeeya, fac kastoo soo…
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reinhartfuchs · 7 years
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A sign and ominous bare tree with cawing crow warns people to keep their distance. Sadly didn't stop a pocher I saw on the trail. #roundvalley #mtdiablo #mtdiablofoothills #regionalpark ##openspace #hikingtrail #hiking #nature #trail #beautiful #cali #California #mountain #eastbay #hikingadventures #hills #grasses #trees #springincalifornia #hikingadventures #path #trek #park #nature #photography #naturephotography #warning #ominous #crow #dontgothere (at Round Valley Regional Preserve)
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chalabrun · 6 days
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Okay, but being the only writer for a brand spanking new rarepair is kinda adorable kek
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chalabrun · 1 year
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BOTW releases in about a month, so I’m manifesting the revival of the Zelganlink fandom 🙏
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chalabrun · 1 year
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I've been writing so many forms of Jingrenheng these past few days that I should be lobotomized but am honestly loving every second kek
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chalabrun · 2 years
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CANON GUILI INTERACTION LET'S GOOOOO--
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chalabrun · 8 months
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Okay, but it's seriously kinda euphoric to FINALLY have writing muse after a half-month of nothing and to begin an original novel after struggling so BAD with the concepts like damn
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chalabrun · 2 years
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EXCITED CATERWAULING ITTO MY MAN–
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chalabrun · 2 years
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Yo fellow madasaku shippers!
I’m not sure how many of you have heard of the shipping wiki, but to sum it up, it’s a great resource for fanon ships where people can make pages dedicated to their ships that better explain why people ship them pretty in-depth. So, considering how much madasaku has grown, I was thinking it was high time I made a page.
However, one feature they allow is the addition for galleries for things like official art and fanart, but fanart needs permission. So, when it comes time to make this page, would any madasaku artists be interested in having their art added? If so, please like and comment and I’ll hit up your dm’s!
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chalabrun · 9 months
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I finally quit most of my RP blogs and holyyyyy shit, I feel loads better. RP has been fun, but I'm 100% ready to move on and start new shit tbh
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chalabrun · 1 year
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I've decided, but once I hit 30, I think I'm going to give up RP for good. It's been fun, but it's been over a decade and I need to live my life, methinks.
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