#i'm sick of trying to explain to people why the dead matter

[asmolfolk]

Look who is back? Back with some headimagines... (?) Yeah. This time with 3 characters... All of them being humans in SNV... Buuut, the next one I'm doing is going to have 7 characters [Gods] I'm very happy to see that my last post about Snv x reader got 500+ likes, thank you all very much! Hope you all like this one too! And also, I might do a part 2 of the Snv as boyfriends, after all, we got some others interessing characters to see. Disclamer: Reader as a Human [GN]

The Humans noticing that they are in love.

They had a good number of partners, wifes or whatsoever... But, when they meet you - they trully had falled in love.

Qin Shi Huang

[TW: Reader being someone from the Future uuuuh]

Qin Shi Huang had a wife and numerous concubines. He knows love, he knows lust, he knows passion… He knows and can actually understand those feelings very well.

After his win, he was being treated and started to look at some people… But, he couldn’t find the ones he was looking for… Unfortunately…

 But then, he met you… Yes, meet you - The one and only human from 2000+ or less. He was quite surprised to see you… Like, those outfits seem comfortable… Can he try it? 

 He would be so INVESTED in knowing you better, especially to understand why you died!... After all, this future seems like a paradise, doesn't it?

 He was surprised when you explained what got wrong in your path… And why you decided to do it, you weren’t caring about that matter… It was like, saying ‘I like [animal]’. You were already dead and maybe, the human race is going extinct… So what’s the point of hiding? - Your answer made him… Speechless.

 He never thought that people were so depressed… He is rethinking a lot of his decisions… Did he do that accidentally? No? Yes?

 Well- After all those talks, he felt a sort of connection with you… Yes, in that little time. He wasn’t someone that needed a lot of things to fall in love with… So, he actually liked your company a lot and started to always be at your side. He watched the others fight at your side.

 Holding your hand, he would bluntly say “...I love you, let’s get married!”

 …Well, you are in the afterlife… Why not get married and show some love to those gods? After all, the goddess of Marriage and the goddess of Love will be by your side… I guess-

Other headcanon [TW: Death.]

 You two meet in life… But, why? Why did you accept being at his side?... It was only for love. You loved him and with that love, you swore to protect and to be loyal forever… You were his guard, his favorite… But wasn’t his lover.

 He accepted you, but not your love… He didn’t know, after all.

 You spend all your life years by his side, fighting, helping, caring… You tried to be the best for him… To try to make his eyes be locked on you - poor you, you never got the chance…

 They [Concubines and Wifes] always seemed to get more attention than you, which made you wish to be one of them. You wanted to be more than a guard, a friend… But, no… You wouldn’t.

 Before you could ask for this, you would die… And you knew that.

 You sighed… You were 31 days in a crazy sickness, no doctor seemed to know what was happening to you. No doctor seemed to know how to heal you… With that, the last doctor declared that you were probably going to die from that sickness.

 Qin Shi Huang was right by your side when he heard that… He was holding your hand tightly - as he wasn’t letting the gods take your soul.

 “You are sure…?” He asked the doctor, not wanting to wait more.

 “I’m super sorry, my lord… But, it seems to be the truth here… But, they probably have some more days…” As Qin and the doctor talked, you could only look at his face… Admire the last time you could see him “I’m going to leave you two alone.”

 As the doctor was away, Qin stared at you… He was silent for a good minute… Before he started.

 “You… Are dying…” He repeated, those words coming broken out of his mouth.

 “...Yes, it seems like I am.” You confirmed, he was surprised that you weren’t reacting like him - worried. “...Qin, I know I’m dying right now… And I probably don’t look like the best option to… You know, get married and-”

 “What are you saying?! You are still beautiful…” He answered quickly.

 “...I wanted to say… I love you, I feel things for you that a guard shouldn’t… That a Friend shouldn’t.” You closed your eyes, waiting for his answer... If only your eyes were open - You would see his flustered face, how surprised he was!

 “...I… Feel the same way.”

 The declaration was the last thing you thought that you would do… But no. He got married to you, made a whole ceremony for your wedding… And then, your funeral. At least, you could spend the rest of your days with him.

 Unfortunately, you waited until your death to do so.

They never thought about romance, but they had standard... And you meet all of them, congrats - They are in love with you or better, you and science don't get off his head.

Nikola Tesla

[TW: Nikola being oblivious to himself]

Let's get one thing straight: Nikola always had some eye for... Partners. He was never interested in love, always occupied with his work - Let's say that he loved his work. Nikola never thought too much about it, as some wikis say - 'He dedicated all his life to scientific work and he couldn’t let his thoughts “wander” into romantic fantasies.'

Okay, firstly… He wouldn’t notice it at all. Nikola never thought too much about love only when some journalist started asking him about his lovelife and everything… Or even, asking if he had someone special. For some reason, you were the one that appeared on his mind… But why? Why you? Maybe it was the way that you made it clear - not only to him but to anyone else that you had your priorities, that you studied hard to accomplish what you were nowadays… To show your intelligence, even in such a hard era for a woman, you were there.  You and him had a lot of intelligent and thoughtful talks… It was amazing for him. He couldn’t quite notice, but he was waiting to meet you again every day. But for him to notice? Well, that wasn’t easy. If you didn’t confess to him first - it would be in one [different] way. He noticed that he could remember all of your features… Even a dot - That you were in his mind as much as math!... Well, he noticed that something was wrong with that, he tried to ask you in a way that wasn’t too obvious.

“Look… I will give you an example that a… Friend of mine is passing by, alright?” Yes, he used the ‘Friend that isn’t him, believe it please’ trick.

“...Hm… Seems like gossip… Loved it, tell me everything!” You joked and just waited for his words.

“...Well, my Friend is thinking a lot about this one person… And like, this person is almost 100% of the time on his mind! His work and this person are frequently topics… He always tries to give up sometime to be with that person, even if he is with too much work because… This person seems to calm him down, just to be around… This person was enough to make my Friend calm.“ You were surprised, you never thought that this would happen…

“Oh… My… You are truly gossiping!! Okay, okay… That seems like… Love, yeah, he is in love.” You answered right away making Nikola be in complete shock “So does this person know? Because, like, depending on their reaction… They can be in love with him too.”

“...It’s complicated… They seem like really good friends.”

“Some things seem one way but aren’t like that completely, you should know that, Dear Nikola.”

 His mask falled, he couldn’t bear to think anymore. Hearing your nicknames, your words… Everything was repeating in his mind… Do you have the same thought? Do you love him too?

 He was in shock at first, but everything seemed to make sense after finding out about love. He could only smile to himself, thinking about a way to… Show this love for you.

 Nikola notices it now, the reason why he feels his heart drops when he sees you sad - why he feels happy when you are, why he wants to see you happy and well… Why does he think about you all the time. He wants you, but - he wouldn’t force himself on you - He needed to form a good confession.

So, he would start to make a lot of mathematical accounts to see which version would work the best or, the one that was chosen by the math… [Spinning wheel, is that you?]

 In a resume, if you don’t clarify to him that what he is feeling is love - he may not ever know, only if his curiosity speaks louder.  He doesn’t care about those feelings too much, so… Yeah, he can just spend the rest of his love without knowing that he loved you-  But one thing is sure, he would try to search and understand more of this feeling before knowing what that was - he knew love, of course, but never thought too much about it… And, as he is planning, a nice relationship with you would need his understandment about love, relationship and stuff.

When confessing.

 Nikola was on his desk, writing something that seemed important on some papers. He was tired, but not enough to make him sleep.

He heard your steps and quickly said "You may come in." before you could ask anything, he let you in. As you entered, you noticed how tired he looked… And quickly runned to him.

"Nikola?! Are you alright?" You asked as you were at his side "You seem so tired… Did you work all day?" You touched his face, taking off his attention completely… He looked at you as you kept talking about his well-being.

 You were worrying, touching his face and showing so much love and affection… He didn't want to confess yet… But he couldn't hide it.

"I love you." He said, without hesitation or regrets "I was thinking about it for the past months… I couldn't sleep properly today… I had prepared some… Things… For this confession, but… I couldn't bring myself to lie about what I'm passing."

 You didn't make him wait for an answer, kissing him as a yes… That was the start of this romantic math exercise.

Only experience love once and it was false, they thought that love was dead... Until they meet you - Unfortunely, was so late... My fair lady, they wouldn't let you mix with their sickness.

Jack The Ripper

[Tw: Angst - Reader is called by 'My fair lady'.]

Jack didn't know that someone could be so gentle on the inside and outside, he is totally obsessed with your colors, he doesn't really want to kill you - Your colors are beautiful without him doing a thing or so. But, his mother was like that too… So would you change with him? SHORT ANSWER, NO. You didn't change with him at all, even if you were bored or angry, you still treated him right and when you did something wrong, you apologized deeply. He thinks that you are a pure soul, someone that the gods send to try to "fix" him. Yet, he doesn't want that… The thing is that, there's nothing wrong with what he does (In his head, at least) and yes with his past, but that was necessary for him to show true and pure faith, painting everyone with the most beautiful color ever. All he - Jack - wants is to help keep your good soul, so when someone tries to get advantage on you - He kills, no question asked… He just straight up kills that person. He knows that he wasn't supposed to do this, but what could he do when you were his muse? No one would let their lover die… Even if that "lover" didn't know about this 'relationship'.  He wouldn't let you know about his own feelings, he wouldn't want you to dirty your mind or hands knowing that he kills. That he is full of malice.  Because of that, you may tell people about your friend… And maybe about the people who died mysteriously - After all, you didn't know that The Ripper was responsible for those acts.

"Hmm… I'm so tired!" You said, while letting the book (that Jack was teaching you with) fall to the ground "Why is that so complicated?!"

"Don't worry, my fair lady… Is going to be over soon." Jack said with a short laugh, he nodded with his head as you groaned "I know, it can be pretty hard."

"Hmph! It's as hard as a rock, I don't want to study more - Can we do something else, pretty please?" You knew that Jack couldn't say no to you? Or you just tried anything that came to your mind? Either way, you succeeded.

 The both of you were watching some plays in the theater.

 He - since the beginning knows what this feeling is and - will try to make you never "break" this perfect figure (And that way is, of course, killing those who dare lay a hand on you.)

 He wouldn't confirm it in his life, he wouldn't dare to say it to you… Especially when you were so happy about marriage, husband, work or traveling. He doesn't want you to believe that he was the perfect person, because he isn't - After all, he doesn't think that someone would be down to have a serial killer boyfriend.

 He wants the best for you.

When confessing.

But there he was, the winner of humanity… That was treated poorly by his own race. He smiled through all the pain he felt, it was the only thing he could do… But then… You appeared in front of him, you looked so… Young, different from him… And your colors were - still - so beautiful…

 Jack couldn't process what was happening… You were in front of him, looking at him with dreamy yet so mature eyes.

"...Jack!" You were the first one to speak, hugging him, not caring about the blood, tomatoes or anything else. "You're the winner…!"

 Jack smiled a bit, hugging you close, not wanting to let you go. " My fair lady… You're still so young…"

"...I- Well… I was considered a witch and burned… Because of knowledge… Or something" As you explain, Jack is still holding you close.

"...I'm sorry, [Your name]... If I had stopped you…"

"It's alright, Jack… At least it was fun… It was better than other women's lives… Oh! I meet some of the "new generation"! It seems so nice to actually study and have some rights!" As you spoke to Jack, you noticed how tired and sick he looked… He only smiled when he noticed you looking at him with worry.

"...I love you." He said it, after a whole life against that… He said it. He admitted that he loves you, that he wants you… After all, he is not the same…

"...I- I love you too!"

And you just made everything worth again… As darkness surrounded him.

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thorn princess

summary: diluc, zhongli, ayato with a shy/assassin/female! reader

warnings: violence, bombs idk, mentioned of hysteria(?)

notes: heavily inspired by mommy yor and her hot husband (/^ ་། ^)/

+ broken english (maybe)

more: a little information about you; you are either (fake) dating or married to them because apparently being a single woman at your age kinda sus. that and you are implied to have a brother (and a deceased parents ahuahahha) in all part :)

diluc - secure a wife

darknight hero's operation. an operation given to him, as the darknight hero, to stop whatever the fatui was planning. he was starting to get worried, especially since the people of monstadt are getting more curious day by day about the identity of the darknight hero. how to keep the people of monstadt from any harm without revealing his identity? how to stay low and not get caught as the darknight hero? should he get a partner to avoid the people's suspicion?

"oh well..." the male sighed as he straightened his body to sit properly. "i guess i'll just secure a wife."

and that's how he obtained the 'secure a wife' mission. that's how he secured you.

when you met him at a tailor shop a few days ago, you asked him a favour to be your date for your friend's party. it's not like you must bring one, but you didn't want to worry your brother since you lied to him and told him that you have a boyfriend. of course, he accepted it but he asked you something in return; to be his wife in the meantime. whilst he didn't state the reason, you still agreed to it.

this whole mission is to keep his identity a secret, so how did both of you end up like this?

a fatui's car crashing onto yours and diluc having a hard time explaining to you why the fatui were following him. there're also a few fights here and there between him and the fatui hence why he didn't realize that someone was trying to ambush the both of you until you had to kick him and accidentally sent him flying.

you gasp upon realising what you just did and kept apologising to him saying that you're still amateur and shouldn't have involved with his matters when he suddenly chuckled.

you halt your sentence as he brought himself to stand up, "thank you, y/n. how amazing! you sent him flying!" he said, smiling. you silently thank the dark alley as blush slowly starts to form on your cheeks as well as your ears.

nonetheless, he swiftly grabbed your wrist and sprinted when he heard another voice searching for the both of you. "i'm sorry to bring this up at a time like this..." you ponder for a moment before asking him, "...but would you like to get married?"

"huh?" it seems like your question caught him off guard when he suddenly stumbled on his steps making him fall on his face, "what?" "just something like an extension of our terms..." he can clearly see how nervous you are when you start to fidget with your hands and fingers, "apparently single woman such as myself are found to be suspicious, so to blend in... in order to continue my job as an assassin as well."

"w-what i'm trying to say is... rather than just pretending to be your wife, what about making it official? for our mutual benefits!" you might be in a state like a tomato right now, but that's the only way. he's probably the only person who'll accept you for who you are.

but what you didn't expect was for him to immediately agree to your proposal when he suggests to stop by the city hall on the way home and get the process started, "oh, that's right." he stop mid sentence and searches for something in his pocket. his facade dropped when he realised that the ring he was supposed to give you was no longer there.

"bastards!!" he grabs your shoulders and quickly bring you behind a big steel box, "shoot 'em dead!" and a lot of gunshot sounds can be heard after that.

when he makes it there, he takes off a grenade's safety pin "y/n, in times of sickness..." and throws it to the fatui, "and in times of sorrow," it felt as if time stopped as he slid the safety pin in your ring finger and held your hands dearly, "whatever difficulties may come,"

*boom*

"let us help each other."

zhongli - fake boyfriend

'is there anyone special?'

'i guess it's odd that she's alone in that age.'

'of course, you're welcome to bring a date.'

you were thinking about your co-workers and brother's words that kept ringing in your head; your friend, had invited you to her party that will be hosted during the weekend and even though she knew you didn't have a date, she still asked you to bring one. you looked in the mirror, and then to your dress that was slightly covered with your victims' blood, "it's impossible... the only housework i'm good at is cleaning up."

at least that's what you thought, until...

"i was just thinking how beautiful you are."

lately, people has been really cautious of zhongli. not because they know he's a former god whatsoever, it's because he knows too much; whether it's about the history of liyue, the god of wealth, or what happened during the previous archon's war. normal people would think he's just a person that loves history, but apparently that's not the case. he has been really careless these days and his actions almost coused him to reveal his true identity.

so when you told him about the problem you were facing, a thought crossed his mind, 'maybe having a fake girlfriend would not be so bad...'

but never in a million years you thought he would ditch you on the day of the party. currently it's half past seven and you haven't even seen a single strand of his hair. you sigh, eventually give up and decide to go to the party by yourself.

you knocked on the door a few times before your friends invited you in and asked you where your boyfriend is. it looks like they don't believe you even after you explained that your date had some urgent business to attend to. of course they don't, it's not like you were saying the truth. they're slowly getting on your nerves especially when they had the audacity to talk bad in front of you about how you're just a girl who can't get a man.

'such a nuisance. if all adults here die, maybe my brother won't find out that i came here alone...'

you shake your head in denial. you can't just go killing people like that, that's not how your job works.

as you make your way to the chair in the corner of the room, you notice how everyone is either with their partner or children. they look so... happy, eyes shining brighter than those ores at the chasm. a family, something you thought that you will never have. 'it must be what it's like, to be normal...' maybe your brother wanted you to be like them.

guessing that you don't belong here (and probably never will), you pack your things and decide to leave, gathering your friends' attention, "i'm sorry... i'm going to excuse myself-"

'slam' you jolted and let out a small yelp when the door slammed open and there he was, standing at the door frame beside you with blood dripping from his forehead, "i apologize for being so late! i'm zhongli, y/n's boyfriend."

is he okay? he looks dizzy... why is there blood anyway? shocked by what just happened, you still hand your handkerchief to him. but it's not just you, every single guest in the room is alarmed. zhongli had to calm everyone down by lying that it was just some hilichurls that had ambushed him while he was on the way hence why he's late.

"you must be joking. you have a boyfriend, y/n? why didn't you say anything?" your friend asked.

you look away in embarrassment and murmur a "i- uh... but i did tell you..."

"mr. zhongli, did you know?" but it seems to you that your friend has no plan to back out as she brings her tipsy self closer to him, "i heard she had a shady job before she came to our workplace! what was it? men would call you and you'd go to hotels to give them massages! how scandalous! bla bla bla "

you close your eyes, too ashamed to look at your boyfriend. at this point, you might as well stop working at your workplace and give up being an assassin.

"it is admirable." ...huh? you look at him as if you're asking him for an explanation.

zhongli smiles, taking your hand in his and giving it a little squeeze, "i heard you lost your parents when you were young and had to work hard to look after your brother. it must be hard to continue working at a young age and taking care of your brother both at once. that's something you should be proud of."

it requires more than just determination to endure and continue hard work for the sake of someone or something, at the expense of oneself. he knows it very well, he knows it more than anyone else.

usually, it was always you alone. but when there's your boyfriend standing beside you right now, even if it's fake, surely you will feel a lot warmer tonight.

ayato - royal chef

you're probably not aware of this but, ayato doesn't fail to notice how you have been coming home late recently. as this is only a marriage of convenience, he tries not to stick his nose into your business. but he's not the type of husband to ignore his wife at all. he also notices how you have a gloomy and sollen face, and numerous cuts on your hands every time you come home.

he wants to tell you how worried he is and how badly he wants to talk about it, but you're always exhausted and always in your own room, not even bothering to touch the food thoma prepared for the both of you. as the head of the yashiro commissioner, he has every right to be suspicious of you.

well, that's his point of view.

you, on the other hand, just finished buying groceries with a murderous look on your face and was on your way to your friend's house.

a few days ago, you had asked your friend to teach you cooking because your ability in cooking sucks and what kind of wife doesn't know how to cook? last time when you tried to take thoma's place and cook for ayato, he was in the bathroom all day. if this continue, your marriage (and your job as an assassin) will be in danger as he will get tired of you and rid you out of his life. it's a recipe for disaster if neither the wife nor the husband can cook.

so here you are, looking forward to learn cooking from her again. her husband even invited your brother to taste your dishes. but then again, maybe you should just give up...

"how in the world does this happen with a peeler?! it's a pool of blood!"

"like i said, you're cutting it too small! just cut it normally!"

"hey! why did you cut the cutting board? that was my favorite!"

you're lucky that she's nice, only a little cynical.

anyway, your first dish is complete, time to taste the food! it looks uh... yes, very edible.

as soon as your brother put it in his mouth, he swore that he could see his ancestors waving at him asking him to go to the afterlife with them. you could say the same to your friend and her husband as you see their almost lifeless body lie down in front of you. maybe yakisoba was too advanced for you, so let's make something easier like omelette rice.

"it's delicious! it's so good that i'm breaking out in a cold sweat!"

but wait, something's weird. is he... eating and throwing up at the same time? his face is turning blue too.

"as i'm tasting this flavour, my childhood memories are rushing back to me. wait, i'm seeing someone... is that our deceased mother?"

"stop! stop for a second, my guy!"

your friend sighed, and suddenly an idea popped up in her head, "hey, don't you remember something delicious that your parents made for you? just as reference."

and that's how the real cooking lesson started.

the next night arrives and you're so excited to finally cook for your beloved husband. oh right, you even invited ayaka and thoma to eat together as a token of appreciation for everything they did to you. they had a little doubt when you said you're gonna cook for them, but they still let you. ayato's suspicions also died when you tell him that you were secretly learning how to cook.

"it's done! the fried egg kind of lost its shape, but... please enjoy!"

ayato smells it as he takes a spoonful of the stew soup you just made just to make sure they're safe to eat. with hesitation and his heart beating faster than the speed of light, he finally puts it in his mouth.

"it's delicious!"

they say simultaneously. their facial expressions says it all as they continue eating, "ayaka likes this!" and "it tastes very comforting." could be heard in the dining room.

seeing their faces look so happy while eating... it brings back so many memories, especially when your mother used to cook for you when you were still small. it touches your heart how such a little gesture can bring so much happiness to them.

you cover your face as tears start to dwell up in your eyes. you thought that you had to protect this life in order to continue as an assassin. but having all of them approve of you, and seeing their laughter, just simply makes you so happy, and it makes you want to continue seeing them like this.

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Yandere Handsome Jack x PLATONIC reader HCs

I know that most people talk about him in a more romantic sense, so I figure a platonic sense might be good.

Just going off of the BL2 version, not TFTBL or TPS [Tales from the Borderlands and The Presequel.]

Cw + TW: Dehumanizing and Damn is this man delusional. He fr keeps you on a leash. Highly Abusive, like, I feel worse than than the Calypso Twins. Jack calls himself 'daddy' NON SEXUAL. TW: Jack forces you into being a female role, into being his daughter. I made Jack FUCKED UP.

Just like the cringe twins / the Calypso's, he took you first without the obsession. He saw the kid and thought: 'Hey, I get to kill someone and ruin the Crimson Raiders? Awesome!'

Before Angel is Dead:

He held a gun to your head, you froze, fearful for your life. Even though it wasn't your first time having a gun to your head, I mean, hey, it's Pandora, it was a first for the person holding, the gun. "Heya pumpkin, just do what I say and I might not blow your head off, okay?"

Kept you around for a little bit, trying to think of everything and anything he could do to kill you. He honestly kept you on a little leash while he was talking to the Vault hunters, talking to them about how he was breaking your spirit, keeping you on a leash before he would kill you.

Of course, he couldn't decide on how to kill you, so you stayed around a little bit. He would try lines on you and focus on you when he insults the Vault hunters through the echo.

Angel may try to talk to you, but even she can see a lost cause and gives up trying to help you escape. You don't know that she is Jack's daughter, just that she is close to Jack.

Of course, mentioning Angel to him, even before her death, would lead to a meltdown from him, a temper tantrum of sorts where he threatens you, pushes you against the wall and says: "I guess I did figure out how I want you to die. Slowly."

You learned all to quickly that if he threatened you, he meant it. You learned it the hard way and your ribs are still broken to this day, seeing as he wouldn't and won't help you with any injuries you incur from provoking his wrath.

He shoves the butt of his gun into your thoat. If you won't speak to him, or laugh at his jokes, maybe you shouldn't be given the option to speak.

At some point, he starts relying in that ego boost you give him, not sure when, although it could be around the time the vault hunters take over Opportunity.

"Ol' balloon-tits is still holdin' a grudge against me, huh? Don't get me wrong, I understand it -- once you've eaten prime rib for free, it's hard to go back to suckin' down hamburgers for cash. If you know what I'm talking about." He looks over at you with a confused expression in your face. He sighs and rolls his eyes. He doesn't know why he wants to explain it to you, but he does anyway. "I'm talkin' about dicks."

After Angel is dead:

All of Hyperion was mess from jack's wrath, you could hear him shooting and wreaking things just for being in his way, you could hear his footsteps getting closer and louder. He shoves open the doors and looks at you. You YOU.

He looks at you and he recognizes a part of you, that he loves you, in some, sick, twisted form of the word. I mean, the look on your face isn't good for a kid to have, so he might have to teach you not look that way at your dad, after all, You're his little angel!

He'll hit you if you say that you aren't Angel, he'll never shoot you, no no no no, but he will use force to remind you that you're angel.

Prepare to be hurt, like HURT, he will be one of the few that is willing to have a blank doll kid in their life. If it means you won't escape, does it really matter if you don't sound excited? Or that you'll only look at him with a vacant expression, the bloodshot eyes leading him to suspect that you've been crying all night? Well that just means you missed him!

In the end, you'll understand that you took the place of Angel in his heart, he'll buy you pretty dresses that he wished Angel could wear, since you're his little daughter, they should fit you just perfectly.

"Heya Pumpkin! Daddy missed you while he was working. That dress looks beautiful on you, aren't you glad Daddy bought that for you, Angel?"

#platonic x reader #tw yandere #yandere #platonic #x reader #headcanon #yandere x reader #platonic yandere #yandere borderlands #borderlands #handsome jack #bl2 #borderlands 2 #yandere handsome jack #Cringe twins #I took the cringe twins from Senza #tw abuse #Helpfandom's writing

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

Manuscript Search Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @ahordeofwasps and @oh-no-another-idea! :D

Words: scare, weapon, hands, bleed, nerve, name, new and nail. These are from The Power and the Glory:

Scare:

Lian explained, "People leave me alone when I scare them. It's best for everyone if I'm left alone as much as possible."

Weapon:

Kitri's blood ran cold when she saw the monsters leave the walls. With a sick feeling in her stomach she watched them head towards her. She had no weapon to fight them off. There was nowhere to hide unless she ran back to the farmhouse and barricaded herself inside.

Hands:

"Don't cut your hand," Lian said. "I know it seems the most convenient place, but hands have a lot of nerves. No matter where you cut you'll hurt yourself. Try the back of your arm. There are fewer nerves there and it won't hurt as much. And don't cut deep! Just enough to bleed and no more."

Bleed:

He looked awful. There were bruises all over his face, his hands were bleeding, and there was dried blood all around his mouth. A small part of Siarvin's mind had a panic attack over whose blood that might be and what it meant. He firmly ignored that part. Now was not the time. Not when Ilaran looked even worse than he had when he was literally dead.

Nerve:

Within twenty minutes the Ninth Prince was clean, dry, and having his official court robes put on against his will. Lian still hadn't left. He lurked in the background like a bird of prey about to swoop down on an unsuspecting mouse. It was starting to wear on Bai Jiu's nerves. What was he here for anyway? He had checked on the Ninth Prince this morning and pronounced there was no danger of him having another seizure.

Name:

Lian nodded slowly, looking as if he was beginning to question everyone's sanity. "You're telepathically linked to the Prince of Tananerl who is giving you updates on what happens on planet what's-its-name. All right. Now who is Irímé and why would he be any use on this mission? Is he a necromancer too?"

New:

Abi could count on one hand the number of people whose dreams she wanted to get stuck in. Well, "wanted" was the wrong word. She didn't want to get stuck in anyone's dreams. But if she had to choose, she'd pick Kiriyuki, Mirio or Irímé. She knew all of them well enough that unwanted telepathy, although annoying and awkward, would also provide new and exciting blackmail material that would make up for the awkwardness. Ilaran was another matter. She'd known him for… was it really less than two months? And in that time she'd been forced to learn more about him than she'd learnt about some of her siblings. She'd already seen a far-too-large number of his memories; she did not want to see his dreams too.

Nail:

I could've sworn his nails weren't that sharp, thought the questioning part of Abi's mind. The rest was much more preoccupied with how to get out of here.

Tagging @illarian-rambling, @autumnalwalker, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @ashen-crest, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D New words: weigh, wishes, worry, wrapped and wonder.

#tag game #writing #my writing #my WIPs #WIP: necromancer

[earmo-imni]

Just read your fic!!! ❤️💛❤️ here’s a meme ficlet. As a treat.

Meliodas technically earning his title of traitor the same way he technically earned his title of commandment of love is so funny to me

The Demon King: *cursing Meliodas and Elizabeth* this should teach you to defy ME your MAKER your KING and then double down on it when I show you the pointlessness and utter foolishness of your rebellion like some sort of slobbering lap dog

Meliodas, wandering the human kingdoms: *commits treason with an Elizabeth*

DK: wh. What.

Meliodas: *commits treason with an Elizabeth*

DK: no.

Meliodas: *commits an even more elaborate and audacious treason with an Elizabeth*

DK: you cannot keep this up. This coping mechanism of yours is not only straight bonkers but as hopeless as you standing against me

Meliodas: *commits treason by himself* *commits treason* *commits-*

The Demon King: I fucking. If I had made you piety instead would you have still done this. Do I even want to know what is going on in your brain

DK: at least I have one sane son. Zeldris?

Zeldris, who has been technically commiting treason by being his own person since childhood:

DK: ...Zeldris? What do you have there?

Zel: uh...

Gelda: :3

DK: that can be fixed.

DK: wait...

DK: child of mine. Faithful servant. Harbringer of death. what are THOSE

Zel: ... dreams of a peaceful demon realm..?

DK:

DK: ...

Zeldris: it's okay. Don't try to pretend you understand what autonomy and human rights are. We all know you don't. And yes I talked to my people about that.

DK: how dare you. I understand exactly. what I don't understand, is how you're so stupid you think your sleep habits have anything to do with this

Zeldris:

DK: whatever you're going through that's making you...think... I'm sure it's all in your head. Just a little juvenile sickness. A bit more weakness to stamp out. Just explain and I can clear it all up for you.

Zeldris, exasperated: I was having ideas without your explicit permission. Something that norm-

DK: UNDER MY ROOF??? Well, I suppose I should have expected that from someone like you, but why are you disobeying me right now?

Zel: vague passive aggressive guesturing

DK: come now. You won't think your little rebellion could possibly be coming from some rational place in your mind, do you?

Zeldris: no father. We all know treason grows from the ass, not from deliberate choices influenced by past experiences. where the hell did you think Meliodas got his treasonous thoughts from. You, dumbass! FROM LIVING HERE WITH YOU!

Meliodas, actively commiting more treason: sup little bro

Zeldris: traITOR

Zeldris: omg why are you... w h y...Okay it doesn't matter just stay away from me we all know you only care about peace and Elizabeth

Meliodas:

Zeldris: 👀...U...unless...?

Zeldris: hey... COME TO THE DEMON REALM SOMETIME. TO HELP REBUILD THE CASTLE AND THE CITY. Okay bye brother see you later

The DK, watching them from hell: FORGIVENESS?? forgiveness is for chumps literally what are you doing. Treason this is so much treason

Bonus!

- Zeldris and Meliodas, drinking tea in the demon realm -

Meliodas: I like the new throne chairs you picked, very nice

Zeldris: I'm surprised you didn't throw yourself onto them the first time you saw them

Meliodas: that would be disrespectful. Now as for father’s throne I vote we throw it out into the wilderness and make it a tourist trap

Zeldris: a what

Meliodas: for lovers

Zeldris: whut

Meliodas: come on. The symbolism. You know what I'm talking about

Zeldris. Of course but I'm surprised you have the... The energy to conceive of that. What with the infant and all. I figured you would be... Half dead that's why I invited you over here for so long. You look very alive though

Zeldris: also the baby is right there

Tristian, who was of course brought along for the first couple hours of this visit bc yes and also it will be easier for Ellie to pry their son out of his arms this way: :D

Zeldris: aren't you going to like. Tone it down when you're around him

Meliodas: nah

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Hope you enjoyed! Have a great day!

Lmaooooooooooo this is great, I love it. As horrifying as it is to consider the possibility that just being your own person might be considered treason under the Demon King, it does make for some very funny jokes.

Also thanks to this I am actively coming up with possible ideas for a “Five Times Meliodas Committed Treason and One Time He Didn’t,” which is probably going to turn out angstier than the title would suggest.

So far I’ve got:

A Robin Hood-esque situation where Elizabeth Number ?? is the Robin Hood figure and Meliodas is the sidekick supporting her and her band of merry men rogues in her quest to overthrow the king and save the common folk (featuring Meliodas getting captured and almost hung before Elizabeth saves him, both of them getting captured and actually hung, or both)

Literally Just Dishonored (basically: Meliodas as the bodyguard of an empress and her daughter (Elizabeth); empress gets assassinated, her daughter kidnapped, and Meliodas gets accused of treason and thrown in prison. Eventually he escapes and proceeds to rescue little Elizabeth, bring down the people responsible for everything (thus debatably committing actual treason), and restore Elizabeth to the throne. Or she dies again for some reason.

…She’s probably going to die in most of these, isn’t she.

At least there would be cute platonic Melizabeth feat: baby Elizabeth?)

The story of Diarmuid and Grainne but it’s Meliodas and Elizabeth instead (iirc: Diarmuid was one of the greatest of an ancient Irish king’s warriors, but was too beautiful for his own good, as the king’s fiancée, Grainne, fell in love with him. Diarmuid and Grainne run away for the sake of love and go into hiding, pursued by the rest of the king’s warriors. Grainne gets pregnant only for Diarmuid to die protecting her from a wild boar and also because his friend and leader of the king’s warriors refuses to betray his king by helping Diarmuid). I’m not entirely sure this counts as treason, but like. It could. Also not sure how I feel about Elizabeth getting pregnant prior to her curse getting broken. Or how to avoid this ending in a demon-goddess hybrid baby several centuries too early.

OOH WHAT ABOUT PIRATE MELIZABETH! Okay, so Meliodas is a ship captain turned privateer, tasked by the queen of such and such kingdom with fighting off pirates. Meliodas goes after the most famous one of them all, only to discover it’s Elizabeth! He then betrays the kingdom to join her. This probably also ends in both of them getting executed, just for piracy this time.

…Okay, I’ve actually checked the definition of treason now, and I don’t think the Diarmuid and Grainne idea would count as treason, but the other three probably would.

You know what would be really funny? The Sins/Zeldris/both somehow hearing all these stories about ancient traitors, figuring out that they were all Meliodas/Meliodas+Elizabeth, and just going up to him and going “What the fuck”

Anyway if you have any ideas (that you would be willing to let me use) or thoughts on my ideas, please do let me know! This is fun hehe

#im going to be honest: it is highly unusual for me to interact with other people in fandom #much less share ideas and actually talk with them #maybe it’s just bc this fandom is a lot smaller than most of my other hyperfixations #but for some reason im a lot more comfortable here #oooooorrrrr possibly i just found the right people :3 #certainly i don’t normally find people so willing to come into my inbox and give me meme ficlets ^.^ #you’re a lovely person i hope you know that #marijn talks #meliodas #zeldris #elizabeth sds #elizabeth nnt #melizabeth #seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai #sds #nnt #hihopelessromantics #long post #marijn answers

[storiesbyastrocraft]

Love Sick - No Meds Please

@im-notbean this is absolutely based on your comment, so thank you!

I start a new job tomorrow and should ABSOLUTELY be asleep right now, but I live to make Aizawa stressed sooooo >:)

*time skip to when I finished writing this*

That's a lie- I started already- but I DO have to work the next 10 days and I am using this time to write >:D

Aizawa X Sick!Male Reader

Taking medicine can be incredibly difficult, especially for Y/n

Pills? No.

Liquid medicine? Not gonna happen.

It didn’t matter how badly Y/n wanted to take medicine, it wasn’t going to happen. And if he tried to force it things almost always got worse.

Aizawa didn’t believe him at first when Y/n mentioned his problem.

“Shota?” Y/n’s voice cracked through the phone. The busy man had only picked up because his boyfriend never called when he was at work, so he assumed the worst. “When are you going to be home, I feel like I’m dying.”

“Y/n?! Is everything okay? Did a villain attack you? Which hospital are you at?” Aizawa was always worried this day would come, the day when his work effected his lover. He shoved papers into his bag, making a mental note to call Mic to cover his class.

“What? No!” Y/n’s pitiful laugh did little to calm the man’s nerves, “I just have a cold or something.”

Aizawa stopped dead in his tracks.

“Sho? You there?”

“You mean to tell me,” Aizawa let out a deep sigh, “That you called just to say you’re a little sick?”

“Well…. yeah.” Y/n grew embarrassed as the silliness of the situation dawned on him. “But I feel really bad. It hurts to move and I can’t breathe and-”

“What medicine have you had? I’ll grab some on my way home.”

“None….”

The silence sat between them was uncomfortable even over the phone. Y/n hated having to open up about his medical habits, it felt so childish. What adult couldn’t suck it up and pop a pill? Him. He couldn’t.

Y/n tried to explain this is his lover, but he was met with resistance.

“Look. I’ll be home in a few hours with some medicine, I don’t know what else you want me to do. You won’t get better if you don’t take anything. I have to go. Try to get some rest, okay?”

It wasn't until Aizawa got back to their shared apartment that he realized just how serious his lover was. Aizawa had truly figured it was just a matter of 'Oh you'll take medicine if it gets bad enough.' but as he watched Y/n's labored breathing he knew that wasn't the case.

That is when the soup ritual started. Growing up Aizawa didn't always have the money to buy whatever medicine was needed to make himself feel better, but his mother always seemed to know just what to throw into a soup to fix him right up.

"Okay kid, what hurts?"

Y/n knew whenever that question was asked that he was in for a delicious treat.

It didn't matter what symptom y/n threw at his lover, Aizawa would figure out how to make a soup that would have him back on his feet by the end of the day! Y/n knew he didn't need to worry about a little capsule when his boyfriend got busy in the kitchen. Very few people knew how to deal with Y/n's aversion to medicine, and even fewer were willing to learn. Maybe that's why Y/n seemed to fall a bit more in love every time he caught a cold.

The hot soup was often accompanied by a glass of cold water. If y/n set down an empty glass, Aizawa would quickly refill it.

"Hydration is important right now, Y/n." Aizawa sighed, "We have to get this sickness out of you."

It took Y/n an embarrassingly long time to realize his lover's trick to get him some vitamin D.

As the day came to an end Aizawa would open the doors to their small balcony. The setting sun covered everything in a golden glow.

"You are so beautiful." Aizawa wasn't one for compliments, but as he saw y/n laying in the sun he couldn't help but say something.

"Sho, I am still in my pajamas and I'm pretty sure I'll be scrubbing soup stains out of this shirt tomorrow."

"Absolutely stunning. Come stand with me."

Aizawa's outstretched hand urged y/n to stand on his weakened legs. The two of them stood watching the sunset, feeling the fleeting warmth upon their skin give way to the crisp night air. Yet as the stars began to show neither of them dared to move. In this moment, everything was perfect. There was no evil, there was no good. There was no suffering, there was no health. There was only love.

Eventually, though the moment would come to an end as the night air got too cold for either of them to bear. Aizawa would leave Y/n standing alone in the cold for only a moment, quickly returning with a blanket for his lover. He would carefully cover Y/n and pull him close, leading him to bed.

#male reader #bnha #aizawa #fluff #hurt comfort #headcannons #i love this man #sick reader #sick fic #AstroFics

[ranboo5]

Ooh, you mentioned c!Techno — any c!peerpresurduo headcanons? I may or may not be a bit obsessed with them :)

REAL AND ALWAYS TBH CPEERPRESS THE WORLDDDDD when I was more I active I was fully a cpeerpress blog at heart tbh and I like to think in essence I still am... they really are all that matters. Under cut for. Oh my god I was worried I wasn't gonna be able to deliver but THEMMMM

Headcanons wise I'm not gr8 at dragging up novel stuff on the spot BUT . I do like to think wrt offscreen interactions - I laruve cRanboo litol Hypixel backstory . The fashion thing is extremely covered ground but I do thing they discuss also specifically the angle of like . OK so going off Techno's skin Ranboo's skin and hell even applying it to Squid's tuxedo I like 2 think that fictional Hypixel fashion sense/movements just kind of are like that (see: Myzzy design!!!) so I think they should trash on people's wardrobes. - Idr if I ever posted this but it's fine. Philza being the kind of guy he is definitely has some kind of preserved:tm: cellar and he among other things at one point gets into keeping a ginger bug. He produces a decent amount of pumpkin sodie using the farm and the bug and ofc his store is officially open to both of the other commune denizens, which they both do interpret as an "at all times" thing. Which it is, even if Phil didn't necessarily intend to get woken up by the world's unstealthiest insomniacs walking into his house in the dead of night in search of a carbonated drink - I don't know if they run across each other during this or if it's during an excursion of some kind but I have the image in my mind so strongly that at one point in conversation Ranboo as like a haha yeah semi-sequitur just drops an episode of The Horrors as like . It's not Quite a litmus test but it's there, both spontaneous and dragged out like pulling teeth somehow, and even someone more astute than Techno wouldn't have a clue what to do with it. Fortunately, Technoblade, being greatly socially competent at Chilling and Having Fun, takes only a second before going "oh yea. HATE it when that happens." I don't know what the Horrors being obliquely referenced in just enough graphic detail to be unsettling while also deeply useless in figuring anything out are so I also don't know if Techno knows how it feels:tm: or not odds are strong either way tbh but regardless of that he DOES say "oh yea. HATE it when that happens" - on a lighter note one day Techno gets sick for an excursion and fervently denies this, which Ranboo dutifully yes-ands while also handing Techno tissues every five minutes - Ranboo once explained the cobblestone decisions made about the sky city EXTENSIVELY to Techno, and in this explanation also never got around to mentioning what they were building or why. Techno didn't ask. - Techno successfully taught Ranboo at least one recipe that he did not know prior to teaching it as if he'd known it for years. If this happened multiple times it has a roughly 50-60% success rate wrt making things that are good - I think it does matter that during and leading up 2 Ho16 proper Ranboo was not in contact w/ people at the commune . After it respawns somewhere locally it takes off in disgust as soon as it can, makes for the mangled desert, falls asleep in an alcove of sandstone somewhere and is awoken when a wandering enderman chances upon the sand it's walled off with, and before it can say anything they ask Ranboo if it's lost. The question pulls him up short and he finds himself saying something like "a little bit, I guess," and the language isn't as clumsy in their mouth as it was last month and a nondescript memory of talking at Phil slowly clicks into focus Techno is dealing w/ his Distraction Of The Week when Ranboo walks back into the commune -- this week he's reading about bead recording and is trying to figure out if and how to apply this to Syndicate signaling. It's not going great. Anyway the snow rustles and Ranboo clambers awkwardly over the fence across the yard, and when Techno throws him the "sup" he just stops mid path to his house and walking circles into the snow explains that he is going to bed which manages to start a ten-minute conversation about nothing that lasts until Ranboo attempts to lean on a fencepost in fidgeting and nearly passes out asleep on the spot, in similar kind to when you pop into a Discord call for "just a minute before bed"

[dexter-doll]

Incorrect quotes from a generator

Ft my ocs

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Alen West: The joy of hanging out with Cerena. You look away for 5 seconds to make sure something is set up correctly, and they bite the tip of a marker off.

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Cerena Demon: I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a “I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences” kinda way.

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Cerena Demon: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at math.

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Cerena Demon: Wow, it sure smells like wrong dog in here!

Alen West: Oh buddy...

Cerena Demon, already sobbing: ASK.

—

Alen West: I'm having problems with a guy...

Cerena Demon: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?

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Alen West: One time I went to hand Cerena a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

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Cerena Demon: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.

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Alen West: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Shadow Cerena: Literally or figuratively?

Alen West: I have to specify?

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Cerena Demon: That’s illegal, right?

Shadow Cerena: Why do you care? Are you a fucking cop?

Cerena Demon: No-

Shadow Cerena: Then shut the fuck up.

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Alen West: Where are you going?

Shadow Cerena: Hell, eventually.

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Shadow Cerena: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down.

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*Cerena Demon is casually searching around the room*

Shadow Cerena: Hey Cerena, what’re you looking for?

Cerena Demon: My will to live.

*Alen West walks into the room*

Cerena Demon: Oh, there it is.

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Alen West: You look mentally ill.

Cerena Demon: I am. Let’s go.

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Shadow Cerena: :)

Cerena Demon: >:(

Shadow Cerena: Turn that frown upside down!

Cerena Demon: ):<

Shadow Cerena: Not sure what I was expecting...

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Cerena Demon: You know, sometimes dandelions remind me of that shadow version of me.

Alen West: Aww, is it because they’re like a little sunshine, spreading light and hope everywhere?

Cerena Demon: What? Gross, no, it’s because they’re like a weed that you can’t get rid of!

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Shadow Cerena: I baked you a pie!

Alen West: Really?! What flavor?

Shadow Cerena: *pulls gun out of the pie* DEATH!

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Cerena Demon: So my therapist was talking to me and she said that I really just need to break down my walls and let people in.

Cerena Demon: So I’ve decided to break the fourth wall.

Cerena Demon: *looks at camera* Hi there. I use humor as a coping mechanism.

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Alen West: I’m not so sure you’re stakeout material.

Cerena Demon: I’m a chronic insomniac, I was born for this.

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Alen West: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck.

Shadow Cerena: Who told you my secret?

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Cerena Demon: You disgust me.

Shadow Cerena: *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don’t care.

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Vic Demon: Do you want this handful of moss?

Cerena Demon: Why would I want a handful of fucking moss?

Vic Demon: Damn, you could’ve just said no.

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Vic Demon, at Shadow Cerena’s funeral: I need a moment with them.

Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves*

Vic Demon, leaning over Shadow Cerena’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re using my brothers body and also not dead.

Shadow Cerena, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

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Shadow Cerena: Thanks for not telling Alen West what happened.

Cerena Demon, dumbfounded: I wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to explain this.

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Vic Demon: When's the last time you slept?

Cerena Demon: Uh... a few days ago, I think.

Vic Demon: A few- how many?!

Cerena Demon: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers...

Vic Demon: What you need is sleep!

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Shadow Cerena: Anything else?

Cerena Demon: Yeah. Stay away from me!

Shadow Cerena: Alright. See you in the room we share.

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That’s it for now

@crossover-enthusiast

#oc #cerena and friends rebirth

[wumblr]

still think it was remarkably and unusually shitty for y'all to brigade me because i saw a bomb test. i have, again, said it all before but there's functionally no difference between these dumbasses and a far-right conservative. they're lucky i have bigger problems than arguing with the cartoon obsessed braindead about nuclear policy, i know i'm not getting an apology when i'm proven right yet again, because i have, again, been talking about this since longer ago than when some of y'all were first learning shapes and colors. ain't my first goddamn rodeo, i can tell it is some of y'all's though because you were asking for photos as if there's anything to be proven by that. think for one fucking second. sorry for not talking down and explaining it in easy to digest little animated stories, maybe that would have worked since they're all hopelessly conditioned to expect nothing else.

you think i took a dslr out to visit a decommissioned proving ground in between visits with my dying mom? do you know i stopped out there because i was driving 1200 miles further to pack up the last of a storage unit to move across country for an engagement to marry that fell apart? even aside from the fact i didn't go expecting to see anything, it's fucking personal. i wanted to walk the leviathan ground like some belly of the beast shit and my mom was getting sick of me trying to hold her to account on her deathbed anyway. no, it's not radiation poisoning or cancer, it's octopus-pot heart and i'm pretty sure it's my fault. it's my aunt that's fighting cancer, currently, this year, as opposed to every other person i've known who's fought it. not that it's any of your fucking business but if any one of you took the time to walk a mile in my shoes you'd be dead from sheer stress on the first step. stress is what killed the engagement. little else i can do but laugh at how stupid this is because of course, what else would happen? you can't make me unsee it, so none of your objections matter one half of a shit. i didn't want your attention and i don't care what you think.

the fact that still gets me is like... so we both agree you shouldn't believe me sight unseen -- that was stated outright in the one post you couldn't read -- so... what were you actually disagreeing with? abject lack of context? the precious idea of me you have in your head? it'd be hilarious if it wasn't such pathetic, wilfully malinformed bullshit over such a gravely serious subject. we were disagreeing over whether authorized testing is detectable by unauthorized test detection methods or over whether another country would call our bullshit in the middle of declaring six different wars? i'm sorry, i mean humanitarian proxy conflict interventions. so, we were disagreeing about reactors, huh? as a proxy conflict? i've already said that the braindead model the behavior of the empire interpersonally. we were arguing over whether you knew more about detection than the wing of government designed to evade precisely that? appealing to the authority of a crumbling infrastructure? which part, precisely? we were arguing because i said maybe two kilotons and you pictured castle bravo? stupid.

so hellbent on believing you wouldn't hear about a bomb test on the internet while you fawn over the possibility of covert celebrity migration from twitter. yet more trifling ass bullshit. put it together, dumbass. you didn't hear me any of the other times i talked about it, maybe that's why i have a notebook here while i'm trying to figure out how to detect what's designed to evade detection so i and the other three people in the world who care about this can figure out the appropriate means to make you hear about it in a way you can afford to believe without having to crush yourself under the weight of your own culpability in it while the IAEA is busy debuting drones at COP27. i wish they'd all just die on god but that'd be a mercy they don't deserve.

#i tried to write one short paragraph. again.

[starsallalight]

@mcrtals : Edward & Belle

“it is quite alright.    it is a lovely day, i enjoyed the sun and my book, this was probably one of the most lovely afternoons i’ve had since i joined your court.    ”     as much as her father believes this to be their home, their birthright, belle desperately misses the home she was forced to leave behind;   the crooked trees by her windowsill, the library tucked away at the back of the house, she misses the shadows and breezes, even if she had grown to find joy in the castle’s sunny afternoons.     “     you needed rest.    ”

the king isn’t wrong  —   her cousin had made it all seem so easy.   he had carried the crown with grace and dignity, never showing any cracks.     “     he had a lifetime to learn, from someone who had carried the same weight.    ”she tries and assure him, warm hand coming to rest over his.    

“he didn’t, you are good and just, and that is what matters, that is what we need you to be for now.    the rest will come with him.    ”     assurances are easy to give because she believes in him, despite the fact she knows he will never get the chance to grow into his role.    as much as she has grown…    fond of him, desperately fond, there are forces outside this castle, at this very moment, plotting how to remove him from his position.    he is just, and kind, and he is what the people need;   the nobles have other priorities.

“     why don’t you tell me,   ”    lifting her hand from his, her fingers interlock on her lap,    “    what is plaguing you?    i wish…    i want to help.    ”

Edward offered a small smile before his hazel eyes dropped to their hands. Her words were so like Ella's. Her faith and support too. Ella had always believed that he could do no wrong, and Edward had put an intense amount of pressure on himself to try and always keep her esteem.

And where had that gotten him? A dead sister, no living family, and a burden on his shoulders that he was in no way able to carry. Had there been anyone else able to take the throne, he'd have abdicated the first instant he could. Edward was a merchant, a farmer! Not a king! But, as the Grand Duke- dear Frederick- had told him, Kit had had no one else to leave the kingdom to. If he hadn't stepped up, the kingdom would have fallen into ruin, and the lives of everyone on the island would have been at risk. Invasion and war would have been imminent.

"There's been talk of needing to devise a treaty with Zaragoza." He explained. "I can barely understand it all myself. But I guess their king wasn't too pleased that the deal the former Grand Duke made regarding Kit was thrown out in favor of my sister. It... It may come down to me having to marry Princess Chelina, if we can't reach an agreement. Then there's been trade issues with England. With everything else going on, I'm not able to see to them as I was before. And... Ella's birthday is around the corner. I... I don't really want to face it without her here. It's just... It's wrong. Every time I close my eyes, I see her face. Hear her deriding me for not saving them. I can't sleep. And that's just complicating everything. I'm a mess. I feel sick all the time. I'm falling to pieces, but I have to keep it together, and it's making my job as king damn near impossible. I feel like I'm not even allowed to mourn. I couldn't mourn my mother because my father was incapable of caring for my sister and I. I couldn't mourn him because no one else was going to keep Ella safe from his wife and her schemes. And now, I can't mourn her because there's all this other pressure and more people who need me than ever. There's always been so many people who I was expected to look after, yet, with every passing day, it only sinks in more how after my mother died, no one was ever there to look after me."

#➳ 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑠 & 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 ➳ ; 𝑒𝑑𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 ; ❨tales❩ #V; Until You're Home Again #V; My Light & My Guide #Belle #mcrtals #Death Tw #Grief Cw #PTSD Cw

[dandelyle]

Oh I completely agree with you there. That´s the exact reason I would never leave, especially for the states. Never really thought that an american would choose Argentina, there are other countrys with the same things, pero aguante mi pais. I'm glad that you are enjoying it here

Also, now that you mention empanadas: tucumanas o salteñas?

I have been here for three weeks and honestly, although I write Spanish just fine, speaking it is very challenging for me. On top of that, there are quite a few cultural differences (obviously). But even with all that said, I feel more at home here than I have ever felt anywhere else in my life before. If I didn't have a cat waiting for me back in Oklahoma, I wouldn't be going back honestly.

I'm sure there are lots of places with similar things, but Argentina, or at least Buenos Aires, has such a vigorous spirit that I have completely fallen in love with. It's hard to put it into words. My friends here are amazing. I've never met anyone like them. And all the people I've met have been so welcoming. I know life is hard here for a lot of people, and I would never downplay your struggles, but there is still that joy and lust for life here. We don't have that anymore in the states. Everyone is angry, depressed, anxious, or apathetic. Rarely do you meet someone who is passionate and happy, and if you do, they're generally avoided because people find it unsettling. This of course perpetuates the cycle of depression as the happy person feels isolated and gets lonely and depressed. And loneliness is a really big problem in the states, too. It's truly falling apart, but because of the propaganda at home and abroad, people still idolize a place that never even existed in the first place. Home of the free? How can we be free if our teachers are starving and the sick are saddled with debt that prevents them from even getting married? There is no freedom in the united states. The american dream is dead, if it ever even existed in the first place.

As far as why I want to go to Argentina over any other place, the first thing I did when I started researching a better country to live in was google "best country for trans people." Argentina made number 1 on almost every article I read because of the Gender Identity Law. That in itself was enough to convince me Argentina was worth looking into. A society that would pass such a law is a society that I wanted to part of. Where I come from, they are legitimately trying to kill us off. There is a law being written and worked on (hasn't passed yet) that would outlaw hormone therapy for people under the age of 21, and it is impossible to change your gender on your birth certificate. It will never be possible for me to amend my birth certificate no matter where I go or how much surgery or hormones I take. I can't explain the level of bigotry that exists in Oklahoma, the oppression. And I don't even have it that bad since I'm white and pass. Yet still, it has deeply affected me. So to be part of a society that actually sees worth in trans people and treats us with dignity is a privilege I hope no one takes for granted. It would be an honor to be part of such a society.

On top of that, as a USamerican, I was raised into the idea of the "melting pot." Everyone in the US, all the teachers from your first day at school and all the people throughout the rest of your life, will laud the US as a melting pot of cultures and immigrant traditions that made us unique and stronger. Most people know that the vast majority of US traditions came from immigrants. Yet how are they treated? They're scorned. Diversity is lauded as the best thing ever from a young age, but in reality, the US society is doing everything it can to oppress diversity, not embrace it. The hypocrisy became too much for me to bear even at age 12. By 14, I was firmly anti-America and stopped saying the pledge in school (which is a whole nother can of worms). The thing is, I actually do believe in and love diversity. I love trying new things, learning about how people do things differently, exposing myself to different ideas and cultures. I believe in humanity at its core. But these are values that are at odds with the values of the US, which as I see it, is money above all else. The US was built on slavery and genocide and bigotry and fear of other cultures, not open mindedness and compatriotship with fellow human beings. But Argentina feels different to me in that regard. Now, I don't claim to be an expert on Argentinian history, and I know there was slavery here, but it feels much less segregated here. Less striated. It seems closer to the vision of the "melting pot" that was planted in my head as a child. And not only does it feel more welcoming like as a visitor, but the law itself is very pleasant and welcoming to immigrants. In the US, the so-called "land of immigrants," obtaining citizenship is sometimes a decades-long quest, very expensive and time consuming, and the law is stacked against the immigrant. People are suspicious of immigrants and "wanting a green card" is somehow seen as a bad thing. There's even the whole idea of "illegal immigration" which I hate because most "illegal" immigrants are just people living their life and working their job. But in Argentina, to immigrate, all you have to do is live here for a few years, provide proof of your identity and means to support yourself, and show that you're not a criminal. You literally just do your thing in Argentina, give the government some papers, and then in a few years, you can get citizenship. It's that simple on purpose because this place actually does like immigrants. Imagine that! A true melting pot culture!!

Honestly I never knew a place like Argentina could exist, and I mean that in the most beautiful way possible. There is truly nothing I do not love about Argentina. I can't wait to come back. Your country is amazing.

Anyways this got really long but I hope I answered your question lol

#sorry bros this got really long #im just so emotional about having to leave #my flight is tomorrow and i really dont want to go back to oklahlma #there arent enough words in any language to convey how badly i do not want to go back #if i were a toddler i would be throwing the fit to end all fits right now #cc.txt #answered #argentina #also so sorry but idk what you mean aboutnthe empanadas question.... i had some really good ones in buenos aires though

[alix-in-july]

Different primaries in Warriors

My daughter is obsessed with this series and she's been very sick over the last few months (still trying to figure out what she has) so we've been reading a LOT. Don't @ me with spoilers for Power of Three because we're only halfway through.

Firestar is a Double Badger. He follows the warrior code because that's how the clan works, but he's willing to drop it when others need help. Like when RiverClan was starving so he broke the code to bring them food. He didn't really want to be Deputy or Clan Leader but decided it was the best way to help the clan. When things get out of hand, he always goes and gets someone to help. When he suspected Tigerstar, he went to Graystripe and then Bluestar for help.

Tigerstar is a Lion Bird. He's a glory hound and doesn't seem to care about anyone except (sort of) his children. But he mainly sees them as a way to get back at Firestar. He literally says friendship is worthless and all that matters is power. He uses other people to do his dirty work but does not care about them. He also lays elaborate traps for Bluestar and ThunderClan.

Hollypaw (I'm still on Book 2 don't @ me) is a Bird primary for sure. She's so worried about following the warrior code. "Is Graystripe technically dead in the eyes of StarClan since we held a vigil for him?" is such a Bird response. Squirrelflight's (Double Lion?) response? "I'm pretty sure they can see he's alive." Still trying to figure out her secondary.

Edit: She's a double Bird! Coming up with plans. Thinking if she just explains things well enough, everyone will agree and get along.

Graystripe is a Snake primary for sure. He was willing to do anything to be with Silverstream and then their children. He didn't understand why Firestar didn't just support him. I want to say Lion secondary because he kept getting in physical fights with Firestar about stuff and kept saying he didn't see why he and Silverstream had to hide their love, etc.

#Shc #Sorting hat chats

[sunenjoyswriting]

Being saved by the person you despise is more likely then you'd think (especially when they call you savior)!: The aftermath/Part two

PART ONE

Possible warnings: Im pretty sure there's no warnings needed for this chapter. Please do tell me if I'm wrong!

Writers note: There's probably gonna be a part three tomorrow or the next day. Anyways, this is a very fun series to write for! Brimhat Coco is such a cool idea!! Also this officially takes the number one place of the fics of mine having the most words, clocking in at about 750 words (if we count part ones word count as well, this hits about 1000 whole words!!!)

Summary: Oh look, Qifery is apparently extremely worried about Coco. Coco is just very annoyed by him and has changed... A lot. (Wowie, I finally didn't just rip the summary from AO3, because the AO3 one SUCKS)

The past few days had been a blur for Coco, they were all really just getting taught the basics of forbidden magic, nothing special.

They were one of Iguin's apprentices, and, frankly, doing forbidden magic felt so... Right. Like it was what Coco was made for.

Now, unknown to Coco, Qifery and his apprentices were worried sick about her. He lets Coco do one magic related thing without anybody he knows watching over her, and now she hasn't returned for four days!! (Qifery... She's not coming back - at least not out her free will...)

So, of course, he has been completely sleep deprived, and just planning out how he'd find Coco and save her.

And, his plan is finally ready. He tells Olruggio to watch over the apprentices, and makes his leave at... Really early in the morning (like, the suns just rising).

He already has a few ideas of where Coco could be, so he starts with those.

Nope. Coco is nowhere to be found in those places.

So, he just starts wandering around areas, looking for Coco... Maybe it wasn't the most professional plan, but that didn't really matter!

Thankfully for him, not so for Coco, she was practicing some healing magic on some plants (because she had no humans to practice on) in the forest... Where he came across her.

"Coco-! You're okay!" Qifery said, relieved.

Coco didn't notice him. She was too into her new magic to notice him.

"Coco? Did you hear me?" Qifery asked, approaching Coco... Quickly noticing her new hat - and the way it was brimmed...

Coco turned her head to him, immediately recognizing who was before her.

"... Its you." Coco said, disgust laced in her voice.

"Yes, Coco. Its me. And... Mind explaining the brimmed hat?" Qifery asked, now somewhat worried about the possibility of her being a brimmed cap member (well... Qifery, your worries are completely valid!)

"I no longer adhere by your rules. Forbidden magic saved me, so I don't see why I would continue to hate it." Coco answered, nonchalantly.

"... What do you mean, saved you?" Qifery asked, sitting down next to her.

"Exactly what I said. Without it, I would be dead right now." Coco once again answered, scooting away from him.

"… And how exactly did it save you?" Qifery asked once again.

”I don’t feel like explaining it to one of the pointed caps… now, can you leave? I want to focus on mastering this spell, instead of talking with some ignorant fool.” Coco said, getting quite annoyed with Qifery.

"Coco, I'm not leaving, not when you're all alone.. I don't want you to get hurt again. Now, can you... At least tell me some stuff about the brimmed caps? Since you're apart of them, I presume you know some... Stuff, that us pointed caps don't." Qifery asked, trying to change the topic to something else. He didn't want to use this situation for his personal gain - one of his (former) apprentices has been turned into a brimhat member! But... Coco wasn't gonna cooperate until he regained her trust, so he had to talk with her a little.

"I'm not telling you anything. Listen, just because I used to be your apprentice doesn't mean I'm gonna be nice to you. You're still apart of the group of people who betrayed me! Now, I'll be taking my leave. I don't need to converse with some ignorant fool." Coco said, just... Not wanting to deal with Qifery.

Coco stood up to leave, but was stopped by Qifery grabbing her wrist.

"I'm not letting you leave. You're just a child who-"

Qifery was interrupted by Coco.

"I'M NOT JUST A CHILD! I'M MORE MATURE THEN YOU'D THINK!" Coco screamed, easily pulling her hand away from Qifery.

Coco made a run for it, and easily got away from Qifery... Having completely forgotten to grab the items she was using for practice. But that didn't matter, not to Qifery.

He just needed to find Coco again, and take her back.

Take her back where she belongs.

~ The end ~

... But is this really it?

#writing blog #tongari boushi no atelier #witch hat atelier coco #witch hat atelier #coco

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Deep Purple - Highway Star (from Come Hell or High Water)" on YouTube

He wants us to make the old mold, but make it look decent and we have some cars we can model it after really they had only changed a few things and it looks really nice and tires and rims and stuff make it look like a supercar perfectly like one and he wants us to gift it to them they said they get stuff all the time so he said great and we're going to have gear and stuff it's only until 2023 he's smiling and waiting and here's the day and he's finally smoking one and he saved it and it's a joint and says it's going to be UMass all over again a big huge paper chase in hell believe me it was no fun except for the flamethrower effect and who is with me is my roommate I think Sean next door is now a woman it's probably why he became Sean of the Dead oh that's Brian anyways he wants us to do this and we want to do it and he wants us to make a deep purple mural on the cars and they want the cars without it but they can repaint them so he says he put the mural on things except for the whole thing they'll probably keep the mural it's going to be outstanding and it's going to be tailored to each one different different instrument different persons and they'll see if we could cool but we are going to use the GT2 a mold from 1974 which was the last mold used they made them until 82 and as I remember putting it back there but somehow he did and the thing is that it is the old mold but we do change things on it and they'll all be the same and it'll look like the new one but people can check and it is the old one everything else will match and they'll be safer you can't give you the new one right now there's no way to and so don't think you're cheap and all this other stuff and you'll get them warlock talk I think it's a great idea and our son does too and daughter so we're going to try and look at some murals

Thor Freya

We're getting going on a lot of stuff but this is awesome I've never seen someone put so much energy into one car but it's his and hers so they want to do it and it's going to help them they say they need it and it's like the Hard knock kicker 5150 tire that's awesome I'm getting a lot of help and he's very very much appreciated it says people don't really thank me this quick and he says you're kidding and he says no he knows what he did for a living and still does it's impressive and that was Hera up to impressive we're getting this going I'm in I'm really enthused now this is cool

Frank Castle

I'm going to start on this line of treats and we're going to make it a line and we're going to jam it up their ass I'm tired of people saying I don't need any of this and hardly anyone eat stuff they eat it and they start getting sick I'm sick of the people getting sick I'm tired of it in the hospital people come see us and we'll kill them and we need the money and stuff I'm going to start this program and it could be part of Willy Wonka but it's going to be called sinful and what they say is we should have it separate so Willy Wonka gets her ass in gear we do see that too this is not there talking too it's terrific

Hardcastle

You know why you're saying it and we're going to start too but there's this cakes and pastries in our house candy and I'm going to start doing it and we gave them a package when we give them the cars it's going to explain why and it's going to explain that they get paid for a public appearances and we're going to try and book some concerts kind of left them in the list they said and he said he's kind of a rocker too and that's kind of how it is and Mike goodhue knows even though he's been really rude lately. And you can't smoke a joint that's 20 years old no matter where you put it unless it's like truly actually vacuum sealed and crushed it a little and had some moisture in there they say it might have been but probably not so it's going to be a flamethrower so be careful and they get that and they're going to check it out

Frank Castle Hardcastle

A lot of our people had to smoke marijuana to be hungry and not so depressed it didn't work so great but it worked it got them through the day as bad people when they weren't

Thor Freya now there's going to be a lot of potholes and people aren't going to be talking about it right now they have a huge amount of tobacco out there and he's going out there the 26th with Ken and it's going to be a good time but there's going to be a lot of weirdness this huge fields and they're taking them out all day and night and there's no contracts for it than just doing it and they're down the river probably 10 miles really they're working it and the planting and planting and planting it grows so damn fast and they added what we said and it goes grows faster with the chips so they're getting the trees out and that's why you see the trucks

We're going to publish and get this going we have a huge package to get to them all sorts of things from Bradley GT we have a prospectus and we have the models and we want them to open some factories and we have what it's made out of and how strong it is and how fast certain models go and what we're targeting Volkswagen is one dodgers the other you might have 3% of all the automobile industry in just a few months and 10% after that and they're kind of used to it but not nowadays the numbers are staggering and they want to sell to their own so we're going to head and saying you know it's a way to have a place here they want to do that pretty badly

Olympus

#Youtube

[witchylulu]

In honor of my mother’s birthday (Taylor Swift) I decided to sit down and make my list of 13 things she’s taught me throughout my life with their corresponding lyrics:

"I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know, I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, but oh, life goes on." Being alone doesn't mean you're completely lonely, living your life will change that. You'll learn to take stock of the things that matter, and prioritize them over the mistakes you might see.

"We know it's never simple, never easy, never a clean break, no one here to save me. I can't breathe without you, but I have to." All relationships in your life will be messy, and complicated and never end in the easy, positive clean way that you think they will. You have to learn to breathe without the people who feel like they're overwhelming your life.

"Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me, but all your gonna be is mean." Just because you're beaten down and giving your everything to those people who want to see you stay small, that doesn't need to define who you choose to be, you can still be kind.

"And there we are again, when nobody had to know, you kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath... And you'd call me up again just to break me like a promise, So casually cruel in the name of being honest.... That idea you had of me, who was she? A never needy ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you." You can give everything to someone, but they still will ask for more. They will expect more, but continue to give less. And when you grow, their thorns will try to keep you strangled and malnourished. You are allowed to outshine those around you, you deserve to be shown to the world.

"This love is good, this love is bad, this love is back from the dead, these hands had to let it go free, this love came back to me." Easily one of my biggest life lessons; The energy you give out, will come back to you. Nurture the seeds, and water your garden with love.

"I'm so sick of running as fast as I can, wondering if I'd get there quicker if I was a man, I'm so sick of them coming at me again, 'cause if I was a man, I'd be the man." This one is pretty explainable, I mean let's be real, men fucking suck. And I'd scream this song from the highest mountains.

"I just wanted you to know, this is me trying, at least I'm trying." There's a reason why I have this song tattooed on my body, I never knew how deep my cuts were till I was laying in a hospital bed, begging to be released from the cruelness of this world, almost a year ago now. I was broken, they said that my cages were mental, but would never give me the key to be released from them. People won't understand that feeling, especially those closest to you, they will question your choices but just keep trying, and at least I'm trying.

"When you say I seem angry, I get more angry, And there's nothing like a mad woman, what a shame she went mad, no one likes a mad woman, you made her like that... I'm taking my time, taking my time, 'cause you took everything from me." You'll get your time to overtake the ones who hurt you, and you don't have to forgive them to move on, you can remember that anger, that sadness, and frustration.

"I'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror, it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero." You'll constantly want to see yourself come out on top, and in the hopes that you do, you will lose parts of yourself you didn't know were so important. While this is exhausting you'll continue to root for your own anti-hero.

"Karma's a relaxing thought, aren't you envious that you for it's not... Flexing like a god damn acrobat, me and karma vibe like that." Karma will always have your back, and KARMA IS REAL.

"All the wisest women had to do it this way, cause we were born to be the pawn in every lover's game, if you fail to plan you plan to fail, strategy sets the scene for the tale, I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails, and the liquor in our cocktail." You can design the life, the love, and the freedom that you want. You are in control of your own destiny, magick and power are simply tools to get what you want. You are the mastermind of your own life.

"When you aim at the devil, make sure you don't miss," I know that when I aim at the devils that haunt my waking nightmares, I will be double and triple checking my target. It will not be in one fluid moment, I can not miss them. The consequences are too great for the future to miss, to allow them to continue in their path of destruction.

And how could I leave out a quote my favorite acceptance speech ever: " I want to say to all the young women out there, there are going to be people along the way who will try to undercut your success or take credit for your accomplishments or your fame. But if you just focus on the work and you don't let those people sidetrack you, someday when you get where you're going, you will know it was you and the people who love you who put you there, and that will be the greatest feeling in the world."

More than anything @taylorswift Happy birthday, you have defined a new age of feminism, of strong women, of ideals for the music industry, and saved my life. I joke that you're like my mother, but I will admit, I've never gotten better advice from my own mother. You've made me feel safe like I can do better and like things will always get better. You've given me the confidence to fight my own battles and to trust that I will come out on top because you've paved the way for women like me to make the world a better place. I cannot wait to see you live again in May, and I hope you enjoy the most wonderful of birthdays. I am grateful to share a birthday month with such a strong empowering woman.

Happy birthday, Doctor Taylor Swift.

[emptiness-and]

i'm so fucking tired

if you deny literal genocides for "marxist unity", you're not being a good marxist, you're being a bad marxist and a bad person.

you can't fight for the downtrodden by marching to revolution atop the graves of innocents slaughtered by the people you idolise. you're forsaking them, and forsaking the moral core of what we believe in.

we don't have to pretend that those who came before us were perfect, just because they fought and won revolutions. there's more to making a better world than just the revolution; we have to remember what came after.

we have to, because if we don't, then if and when we revolt, how can we be sure we won't betray the people we're supposed to be fighting for?

how can we claim to stand up for anyone when we'll brush their deaths under the rug the moment it's politically expedient?

#politics #marxism #socialism #i'm so sick of debates about this #i'm sick of trying to explain to people why the dead matter #i'm sick of having to prove my credentials as a socialist #just because i admit that people under our banner have been monsters #we don't need to be like them #we can be better than them #we have to #marxism is the best thing we've got #either it works or nothing does #so please #just let marxism work