#old version

[forty40love]

Hi! I'm autistic, and Discord's latest mobile update is total and utter dogshit. They made it objectively less usable for no discernible reason. I'm here to help you fix that, and revert to the last update.

Disclaimer: I'm on Android, so these instructions are for Android only. If you're on IOS, I know there is a way to do it, but I'm not going to post instructions I haven't tested.

1. **UNINSTALL DISCORD.** This will not work if any user on your phone (probably only one unless you're into more technical stuff than even I am) has a more recent version installed.

2. Disable automatic app updates. If you're doing this, I expect you to already know how this works.

3. Download the APKMirror Installer (https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.apkmirror.helper.prod&hl=en_US). It will require you to watch an ad when you install the APK, but you can uninstall it after you're done.

4. Download this APK, it's the latest pre-update Discord distribution: (https://drive.google.com/file/d/1SSWdpi0Ms7wyHgDSSRqZgY4_G6r_wA0X/view?usp=drivesdk).

5. Use the APKMirror app to install the APK.

6. You're done! Launch it and log in. Feel free to uninstall APKMirror Installer and delete the APK file from your storage at this point, as you will not need them.

If you want to re-enable auto-updates for other things, follow these instructions in the app store:

- Enable aeroplane mode.

- Re-enable auto-updates of your choice (usually WiFi only).

- Navigate to the Discord app's settings in the app store.

- Disable Discord app's auto-update check box.

- Turn off aeroplane mode.

That's about it! Don't forget to leave them a negative review. If we can get a reversion of this update, that's the best outcome. Stay beautiful people.

#discord #new update #new layout #revert #accessibility #autism #comfort #usability #android #APK #discord APK #old version

[writers-hes]

“get out.” - s. harrington x reader (OLD VERSION)

Steve tells you to get out of the car because of a disagreement. (asshole!steve, best friend!eddie, a bit of stancy) —just a blurb blurb

NEW VERSION NOW POSTED!

“It’s the same fucking thing all the time with you,” you complained. 

You didn’t know how you landed yourself in this again. When you agreed to date Steve for the first

time many months ago, he promised that you had nothing to worry about; that he was loyal to you and that you will both work on communication.

“And it’s the same shit with you. You’re always fucking—complaining about things that I can’t control,” he replied, swerving away from the trashbin that he almost hit. “Fuck!”

It was just some party, some stupid party that you both agreed to go to. Well, Steve wanted to go because his friends will be there. Robin, Eddie, and Nancy. The thing was, Nancy didn’t do anything. She just needed a friend because Jonathan had been dodgy and Steve was there. In fact, you love Nancy but Steve and her together in the bedroom of Phil Newton’s house? Not so much.

The worst part is, Steve had no plans to tell you. It wasn’t until you asked Robin where your boyfriend was that she answered, “I’m not supposed to tell you this so, please don’t tell Steve. He’s in Phil’s bedroom with Nancy.”

God, it filled you with dread. Worst case scenario—Nancy and Steve were fucking after professing that they still have feelings for each other.  But still, Steve promised. Right? So, you went upstairs and knocked on the door multiple times. Steve opened it with guilt written all over his face. Guilt dissolves into annoyance and you braced yourself.

“What,” he asked, his face tight. He was annoyed with Robin, really. She was the only one who knew where he was. He needed to comfort Nancy because Jonathan isn’t coming back to Hawkins for the break. You were taken aback by his snarky attitude.

“I, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Do you need anything?”

“Can we go home?” you asked. You hated tonight. You didn’t want to come here and Eddie left you for Nancy as soon as she areived with Robin. You were left to drink some lukewarm punch by the sofa. You saw Eddie but he was too busy dealing and you didn’t want to be a bother.

“Sure. Here are the keys. Go start the car and I’ll be down in ten minutes,” he replied, giving you the key before closing the door again.

You stood there, dumbfounded before stomping your way to his car. You would’ve left but you didn’t know where you were. Phil lived in the outskirts of Hawkins and Steve was supposed to be your ride. You slammed the door of Steve’s BMW when Eddie

“I can hear you stomping from the pool,” Eddie teased, leaning on the passenger window. “What’s wrong?”

“Steve is wrong,” you frowned. “He dragged me all the way here and ditched me as soon as he found Nancy. They’re upstairs,”

“Damn,” Eddie replied. Even he couldn’t provide comforting words. “Well, you’re with me. Super cool, super nice me,”

“Didn’t you sell me double the price when we first met?” you asked. True but it was an old gag that you shared with him. “I still haven’t received my rebates,”

“I give you enough free stuff, sweets. I should be the one getting rebates. I’m thinking of milkshakes,” he said, eyes widening. “I could just taste it! Oh, chocolate milkshake and because you’re so nice, burgers. I’ll pick you up tomorrow,”

“Eddie! I didn’t agree—“

“Yeah, yeah but you owe me.” he replied. “Also, did you know? I went to Lover's Lake the other day, right? Guess who I saw fucking in the woods. That

cheerleader with blonde hair and that kid from English? The one that reads loudly to himself,”

“No way,”

“Yes, way. I saw them! With my own eyes!” he exclaimed, making you chuckle loudly. Steve was frowning from behind Eddie. You looked so miserable when you talked to him earlier and now that you’re with Eddie you’re fucking laughing? Steve watched your smile fade away as he neared, his frown deepening. Eddie looked back, and whistled. “Hey, Steve,”

“Munson,” Steve replied. “Girlfriend and I are leaving,”

“Oh,” Eddie replied, nodding. He looks at you and mouths “scary”, making you laugh and Eddie leaves, jogging back to the pool for business.

That was how you found yourself in this situation, eyes and knees away from Steve, watching the dark trees blur at the speed of his car.

“Can’t control? I told you that your relationship with Nancy is bothering me and I find you alone in a room together?” you asked.

“It’s not like I can just say ‘Sorry, Nance. My girlfriend is so jealous of you, she doesn’t want us spending time together. Or should I?” Steve asked, venom dripping in his voice. “It’s the same shit with you and Eddie,”

“No, it isn’t. Eddie and I are friends. You weren’t there when everyone knows you were with Nancy in Phil’s fucking bedroom. Everyone except for me!” you replied, your voice raising in volume. “Same fucking shit, Steve. Same shit and I’m so tired of fighting.”

“You shouldn’t have come to the party, then,” he mutters and you pause, counting to ten to calm yourself down.

“It was you who wanted me there, remember? I didn’t want to attend that party but you dragged me. You ditched me the moment Nancy arrived. Do you remember? I don’t…I’m nit even sure if I want to be in the same soace with you right now.” you heaved, tears springing up your eyes. Steve could only hear how you didn’t want to be with him. Slowing down some street, you looked at him in confusion. You just really wanted to go home.

“Get the fuck out,” he mutters, looking at anywhere but you.

“Wh-what?”

“Get the fuck out,” he repeated. “You don’t want to be with me right? So get out.”

You stilled, looking at your surroundings. There was nothing but harrowing trees and a lone light. You nodded, rushing out of the door and watching as Steve sped away from you. When he was far enough, you let your shoulders deflate and sobbed. Where did it all go wrong? Steve was never like this with anyone. Why did he…dislike you so much? You walked back to the party, trying to remember the way.

It was so dark and Steve knew how much you hated walking in it. You didn’t know where you were and Steve knew how much you hated being lost. There were no sounds but the creek and the hooting of the owls and Steve knew how much you hated the silence.

Wrapping your arms to protect you from the darkness and the silence, you walked. You were rushing back because you didn’t know where you were and you were scared; so fucking scared of the night. You’ve been walking for how many minutes now and you could’ve called but there were no payphones anywhere. It was just the occasional street lamp and nothing else. Would you even risk hitching a ride if a car passes by?

“Fuck!” you cried, sobbing uncontrollably when your arm hung itself on some stray wire by the abandoned bus stop. The sting rips through your whole body, limping until the trees looked somewhat familiar.

Soon, you followed the loud bass of the speakers. Kids your age spilled out of the house and you followed from where they came from. The party. You were back from where you started. You shuddered, hoping to God that Eddie was there. Or maybe Robin. Fuck, Nancy, if she was the last resort. You just really wanted to go home.

It was Robin and Eddie who found you by the door. Apparently, there was some chick by the pool who was crying to herself. Descriptions matched what you wore that night and how you looked; there was no other choice than to rush to you. Sure enough, when they ran to the pool, you were there siyting by the edge. Black tears ran down your face, a scowl settled on your lips as you shielded yourself away from the world. Robin noticed the red on your arm, rushing towards your hunched figure.

Eddie was hot on her tails, hiding you under  his arms to quiet you down. They led you to Eddie’s van without any words; what should be explained anyway? Isn’t it enough? Your friends looked at each other while your body shook with sadness and frustration.

“S-sorry,” you managed, and you felt Eddie’s grim on your shoulder tighten.

“It’s okay,” Robin replied, opening the door for you. You curled into her when they were settled, Eddie starting his van to drive you back home.

“What happened?” Robin asked. Eddie’s eyes snapped towards you and she was about to say sorry when you replied.

“Steve told me to get out of his car in the middle of nowhere and left me,” you managed between sobs. Their hearts broke. You looked so small and forlorn; so defeated and empty. “I just wanted to go home. I don’t even want to anymore because he might be there.”

“It’s okay. We can go back to the trailer. You can share the bed with Robin and I’ll sleep on the couch.” Eddie assured before driving the trailer park with a crying girl on the passenger seat.

#get out!steve #old version #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst

[attheendoftheline]

The uplifting version-

I’ve been trying not to share to much from working on a song, it’s a fantastic read and I want to let you guys discover stuff for yourself. What I can’t not share is this— it a early version of doubt comes in (i don’t think it was ever used) and it’s much more positive and for that it hurts more.

I like how he starts very positive, his faith is strong in Eurydice and the world. But as he presses on the fates force this from him, acting sort of as those intrusive doubtful thoughts they do though other versions.

What also hurts is that it’s very reminiscent of the form of the myth where Orpheus makes it but she doesn’t. He makes it fully into the sunshine and is so overwhelmed by that excitement and relief that he turns to embrace her not knowing she’s yet to step over the threshold. OW.

#hadestown #hadestown broadway #hadestown musical #old version #song analysis #myth analysis #Greek myth #orpheus and eurydice #orpheus hadestown #eurydice hadestown #meta #doubt comes in #the fates

[reireitamahy]

An old version of mine is one of my favorite characters. In fact, this is the same Fake Peppino, but with softer shades of clothing.(✿◠‿◠)

#pizza tower au #sweet tower #fake peppino #old drawings #old version #sketch #soft art #sweet tooth

[outcasting101]

#short prompt #self insert #yandere x reader #yandere #x reader #rp prompts #story ideas #story prompt #reader insert #oc #old version #new version #old version vs new version #collab #crossover

[lime-ether]

I remember how I drew it differently

For example

#ivi and fey #comics #art #concept art #old version #lime ether #oc #artists on tumblr #boneheads #manny calavera #sir daniel fortesque

[inprogresspokemon]

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#140.5 - This ancient Pokemon utilizes two pairs of eyes to keep a careful watch on its underwater environment. As Kabuto age, their four, small legs develop enough to allow them surface and pursue prey on land, where they depend mostly on their sharp claws for attacking and their hard hide for defense. Older Kabuto will begin to use only their upper-most eyes, and eventually, the unused eyes on their underside will be re-absorbed.

Named: Kabuto - Kabuti - Kabutops

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#old version #repost #originally posted 09/30/15 #kabuto redo

[rhynerd]

I was looking through my imgur images to save a bunch of them and found this old Warframe screenshot I took.

#Warframe #screenshot #old version #USE ZIP LINE #I wonder how this might affect other warframe vets

[szeengames123]

(via https://comic.studio/s/9138)

the RED Demoman runs but floor disappears and as “Oops, I Did it, Again” Britney Spears plays and Kills himself. Taken off TF2′s Deathrun map, Cocainum in Old Version

#comic studio #TF2 #Team Fortress 2 #RED Demoman #TF2 Demoman #Demoman #Britney Spears #Oops I Did it again #Cocainum #Old Version #Deathrun

[enneadau]

False Light Spoiler!!!

Or rather a spoiler for the unedited, written 5 years ago version of this story that doesn't take into account the bazillion changes since then.

“Huya, get up you lazy ass!” Honda woke to the pain of a boot in his side and a snarl that was familiar and yet not at the same time. “It's your turn on watch and the men our Lord sent to Kemet are due back soon.”

He opened his eyes to find himself on the sandy floor of some form of fabric shelter. It was dark outside, meaning that he could not get a good look at the man waking him, but something in his head was telling him that this was Anittas and he should probably get moving if he did not want to get kicked again.

He rolled onto his side, trying not to wake the other three men sleeping in the same shelter as him and pushed himself to his feet, trying to work out why everything felt so familiar. He did not know where he was. The last thing he remembered was the eye on the Pyramid of Light sucking out the souls of him and his friends and dragging him into the weird maze that looked like some four year old could not decide which way was up.

He could not quite remember how he had gotten from there to here, besides a moment of pure agony after walking through a door but he stood and dusted himself off, taking a drink of water from the bag at his side before heading out into the starry night. His mind startled as he took in the sight of an encampment surrounding an oasis and protected by high sand dunes. The sand blown in the wind that should have fallen over the site seemed to brush over an invisible force field that made Honda twitchy and he instinctively reached for a pendant around his neck. As his fingers brushed it, he felt the Shadows engrained in it. The same thing that told him that the man who had woken him was Anittas reminded him that Lord Anubis had given it to him so he could pass through the protective barrier that shielded their small haven.

The camp itself was made up of several shelters like the one he had emerged from making up most of a circle around the oasis of clean, running water, with the three larger ones on the northern edge belonging to Lord Anubis and his high priests. The female priests had the one on the left, while the male priests had the one on the right and Lord Anubis's own private tent was in the middle.

His mind did a double take at that information, confusion coursing through him as he tried to work out how he knew that much about the camp he had literally just woken up in. Anittas glowered at him as he headed on auto-pilot for the southernmost point of the surrounding dunes which had grown higher again overnight. He was certain that if the encampment was there for much longer it would be lost under the sands and Anubis would have a hidden bunker in the sands, protected by the desert itself and given life by the oasis that somehow flowed around in a circle, keeping it fresh. If that happened his Pharaoh would never be able to find it.

Honda paused to consider that thought. 'His Pharaoh' was Yugi, well technically Oneesan, but he considered them both equals, they were two halves of the same whole after all so both Yugis were 'Pharaoh' in his mind. The Pharaoh his mind had just referred to, however, was not Yugi, That Pharaoh was an older, male ruler who he was spying for. In fact, Huya remembered sending a letter to the palace spy master just last week about the upcoming attack.

The men that had been sent to carry it out were due back at any time now and Huya was hoping that they did not return. There should have been plenty of time to prepare for the oncoming attack, so they should have been caught. Honda had a feeling that they probably had not been. It would have been too easy.

As the sun began to rise and he got a better look at both himself and his shadow, Honda finally realised what was going on. He was not in his own body. This one was darker skinned and not as as broadly built. He was possessing someone else, which explained 'Huya's' memories feeding him information. The Pyramid must have done something, dragged him into a Shadow Game or some other form of magic. The others had to be here too. Anzu and Jou had been with him when it had happened, but he had no way of knowing where they were. They could be in any of the men or women down below.

Honda felt Huya's disgust as one of the male High Priests of Anubis emerged from the larger tents.

The man was the one in charge of the palace attack and Huya had gone out of his way to befriend him to get information, only to be lose that source of information when the latest batch of pretty girls had come into camp and the priest had lost interest in him.

That had been three weeks ago now and Huya was beginning to grow concerned about the fact nothing had happened yet. He was almost certain that something was delaying or preventing his messages getting through but there was nothing that he could do about it from here and unless he was relieved from duty, he had to stay here. Especially with what was being planned.

Honda did not get a chance to poke that thought too hard before dust clouds appeared on the horizon. He called down to the camp below, which started scrambling as Anubis emerged from his tent and started barking orders. Honda ducked down out of sight and turned his gaze back to the approaching dust cloud.

As it got closer he felt Huya's heart sink as he could pick out eight distinct figures. The same eight that Anubis had sent to the palace. Not that Huya knew why only eight had been sent out. It was not like they could do significant damage.

Once they were close enough, however, he realised that they had not been sent to disrupt the palace in the way that he had thought. Two of the horses had bundles tied on them. Bundles that looked like bound figures. Figures small enough to be children.

The eight passed through the barrier easily, their horses sliding down the other side and Honda turned to watch, Huya's fear and shock coursing through him as the horses stopped by the oasis and their riders dismounted, cutting the captives from the back of the horses before turning them loose to eat and drink at the waterhole.

The children's clothes were made of fine linen and spoke of  a rich family as they tried to escape the adults and failed as their bound wrists and smaller sizes, combined with the bags over their heads, prevented them from putting up a decent resistance and allowed Anubis's men to herd them towards their leader. He could not tell who the prisoners were, not with the rough sacks over their heads, but he had a gut wrenching feeling that he knew.

The children were pushed to their knees in front of the smirking, exiled Lord and the six members of his high court, each of whom were wearing an odd, glowing blue-white item that reminded Honda of not only the Pyramid of Light that had started this mess but also of the Millennium items. As Anubis stepped forward Honda wanted to move to do something but the body held still, the man he was possessing far too aware that if he made a move now, he would die and no one would know where the children where.

Honda's desire to act recklessly stalled as he watched Anubis rip the bags off of the heads of his captives to reveal two heads of tri-coloured hair. Hair that he had only ever seen on one person. Shock and horror coursed through him as he beheld frightened, wide purple eyes that looked around, confirming his fears as the boy knelt next to their owner said something that made Anubis backhand him to the floor.

Yugi was one of Anubis's hostages.

#ennead #yugioh #fanfiction #fem!yugi #yugi #genderbend #honda #honda hiroto #shadow game #pyramid of light #false light #unedited #old version

[or13m]

Chaper one of an older version of a multi fandom story I was working on. I want to learn more before I get back into it, but wanted to share. ^.^

#pandora's box #fan comic #old version #sh trigger warning #black butler sebastian #blue exorcist mephisto

[dragonfootprintsprose]

#d&d #homebrew #d&d 5e item #magical item #tabletop gaming #dungeons and dragons #druids #druid item #d&d earrings #old version #retired infosheet

[gravelilyaufgehoben]

My sleeping mind had met an impasse and required my consciousness' intervention: so I was awoken in the middle of the night thinking the relation of the villainess genre to isekai.

The villainess genre: clearly an evolution of the isekai genre — but how does one deduce the villainess genre from isekai? It seems like there must be introduced an external element? — the otome game. But, wait a moment: what is the typical structure of an isekai? It is the 'harem', is it not?; and what is its opposite — or better — its feminine counterpart? The conveniently named, 'reverse harem'. Is not this the structure of our otome game? — and we have, therefore, no need of the external element (for we have now even its ground).

But a step further: why is there the tendency for the heroine to fall in love with the villainess (and or vice versa)? If we reconsider the harem and reverse harem, we recognise that the two are really only gender swapped versions of each other, and therefore no sexual difference at all. The masculine/feminine opposition is not symmetrical (not rational-irrational, order-chaos, light-darkness, et cetera). What then would be the truly feminine in the villainess (isekai) genre? The logic is thus: we must locate the exception and raise it to the rule.  

What is our exception? Well, among the various characters it is clear that the 'capture targets' are homogenous — the abstractly universal — but the villainess sticks out, stands in the way, disrupts the smooth functioning of what would be an otherwise idyllic romance or harem. (It is basically a reactionary fantasy then, when she is done away with at the end to form the couple or undisrupted 'order'). Except, now let us take this out-standing element and raise her herself to the rule.

What is our rule? What is the law? — that which dictates the action, drives things — that upon which the 'world turns' — is it not clear that this is Love? The narrative moves forward of love: form the couple, capture the target. It is the end which all is thus moved towards (its teleology). And who was the criminal here? Who broke the law? She who disrupted the good functioning of our moral order?

It is clear now that to elevate the exception to the status of the law means to fall in love with the villainess. 

Have we found the end of isekai? We have demonstrated the truly feminine in the 'female' side of the isekai genre; but we found that the female side was not truly 'feminine' by itself: it is easy to imagine what the masculine version of the villainess genre would be: a villainess story which plays out as a simple reverse harem. However, what would be the feminine version of the 'male' side, the isekai genre itself? — What does this world look like when Exception is the Rule? — Does it have a name? — Shokei Shoujo no Ikirumichi (Virgin Road)?

Footnotes:

(1) The logic:

A -> ~A -> ~~A

Isekai -> non-isekai (villainess) -> not non-isekai (non or anti-villainess)

masculine isekai -> feminine isekai -> feminine' isekai (or, the isekai as such)

The first negation is a (failed) transformation of the masculine power fantasy in isekai into its feminine version. This involves simply swapping the content — genders (the male protagonist is now a woman, and the members of the harem are now male). It is shown up, however, that this negation is insufficient, the genre being merely an inversion of appearances and no real change at all, and the opposition false. In the second negation: the villainess genre, the female isekai, is negated again. This negation is internal to the genre, as it is a turning upside down, or inside-out, of the existing structure of the world (the 'harem'); in this second negation, the feminine does not return back to the masucline, but is seen to be insufficient of itself: the solution is to redoubled the thing on itself, which is just the feminine redoubled, and brings out, as such, the True (which would be the truth of the isekai genre itself, or is the true isekai).

The entire field is now sublated, and the final turn is to show the first term with this truth reflected into it. Now we have two oppositions: the first is masculine-feminine, but is distinguished by the harem/reverse harem, which is only a superficial change of appearances and maintains the same structure which is itself masculine on either side; the second is an immanent inversion of the structure itself. We could say that the opposition is the same — masculine-feminine — but the terms now operate on an entirely different level, and both, in fact, are feminine. Personally, I find all stories on this side to be of much greater worth, more interesting: the anti-isekai.

(Besides Shokei Shoujo no Ikirumichi, another example of the 'anti-isekai', perhaps, would be The Onee-sama and the Giant).

Some general indications of the internal logic:

i) The masculine logic is the opposition of rule and its (founding) exception: 'all x is y', along with, 'some x is not y'. ii) The feminine logic is the exception as the rule: more clearly perhaps, it is the state of things such that 'there is nothing which is not an exception', or, 'no x is not y'. The achievement of the second negation (from ~A to ~~A) is the movement from i) to ii).

(2) The politics:

A curious phenomenon: the villainess genre, as a rule, features a strong class element (nobles vs commoners) — the contradiction of which is embodied in the villainess and heroine themselves; whereas the mode of political intervention in standard (masculine) isekai is the individual (the man) versus the world, usually tasked with defeating the 'Demon Lord', the embodiment of some vague concept of evil. Here the only change actual in the world is the result of the singular actions of the Hero; in the villainess genre, any change of the world usually (as it follows naturally from the structure of the world) occurs, or is at least anticipated, as the result of collective action (and the model for this change is typically the French Revolution). The logic here is also of the internal negation, as opposed to the logic of the external negation in a narrative of good against some outside invading evil, such as is present in standard isekai. — All the glory, of course, to the feminine side.

To praise Shokei Shoujo no Ikirumichi again: the political structure there is a triad of aristocracy, church and commoners — a first second and third estate (again, echoes of the Revolution). Our protagonist is in the church, and the evil is located inside. Nice and theoretically sound.

Addendum:

The 'Demon Lord' in masculine isekai clearly occupies the position of the exception. The standard arc involves this exception being suppressed, and the phantasy is ultimately that it is done away with (i.e., defeated — whereafter, the story, conspicuously, ends). We may be tempted to recognise those stories which see the Hero having the Demon King as their love object to be the same movement as described above in the villainess genre which was the real transition to the feminine logic; however, if the narrative is yet structured by the masculine, this operation must be a simple incorporation of the villain (demon king) as one among the series of members in the harem: the indication of this? — we would expect the repressed exception to return elsewhere, and the narrative would be plagued with symptoms thereof (typically, perhaps, there must simply arise another 'Demon Lord', i.e., a substitution — the most obvious candidate being the 'good' king who charged the Hero with slaying the Demon Lord in the first place — but there are many more subtle manifestations possible). For the change to be real, it must occur in the very form: the form which is imperceptible on the level of the immediate, manifest content.

(3) The perspective:

There seems to be a reason for reversing the perspective: not to be from the standpoint of the good, but from the standpoint of the evil (the villain). We can speculate that this is because it does the work of reflecting the other upon itself (ourself) by its mere fact: effectively establishing an equality of otherness between the 'villainess' (who recognises herself as such, as other) and the heroine (who is othered by being simply 'an other' from this perspective) — this equality which is the condition of possibility of love. Though perhaps not necessary (the heroine may recognise the otherness of herself from her own perspective), it is at least narratively expedient, and seems to render the story more interesting and dynamic. Of course, on the other end, there may be a falsification and domestication of the villainess: that is, if she were to recognise herself as a mere 'self'. In this case, the reversal of perspective has achieved nothing at all, and all is harmonious once more.

#manga #anime #isekai #villainess #yuri #theory #old version

[lachatalovematcha]

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#among us #amongus #old version #POP♡ #game #kawaii #://

[hansoeii]

we go just right.

#when the date went so wonderful that you don't even mind that you forgot your umbrella at home #crowley is doing his best and aziraphale appreciates it very much #aziraphale's very special version of pride and prejudice can't get wet #so you gotta use the four year old newspaper you found in your bentley #I am not mentally ready for season 2 #it will change me in a way that I cannot even explain #thank you neil gaiman love of my life fr #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens fanart #good omens 2 fanart #aziracrow fanart #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #david tenannt #micheal sheen #neil gaiman #digital art

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