Ok but the concept of Alhaitham having an academic crush on Kaveh is so real to me. Yes Kaveh pretty and I like seeing a younger Haitham go "oh no he's beautiful", but tbh me thinks that he fell for Kaveh's mind first and foremost. Imagine like prior to their first meeting he read one of Kaveh's papers and he was just in love with the author's brain. He then starts reading some of Kaveh's other papers and he realizes that he either really agrees and likes them, or they're the complete opposite of what he believes and it just tickles his brain well. Flash forward to when he meets Kaveh for the first time in the library and he goes "oh no he's beautiful too"
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pls more fem fight club... from one of ur biggest fans
It's after fight club, when we've slunk back to our den and Tyler has stuffed me full of factory farmed chicken. I must be wearing my concussion on my face with how crinkled kind her eyes are. She takes me by the hand, we go to the garden to lie shirtless in the blood and guts and hair and shit and stare up at smog.
We lie close, like identical twins. Nursed in the same shitwater house, pummeled into superficial similarities. I know, my face is so blown out by bruising. Hers is no better; you could think we were a mirror. I could be some fucked up funhouse paper jam insomnia copy of Tyler. It would be a success.
"What do you really know of success?" Tyler scoffs, reading my mind.
Tyler says, "You don't know shit."
I don't disagree. I let my hand dig through the soil and mud until I've found a worm. Gently, I let its bristles catch on my skin. It wants to flee.
"You're told, we have it better than ever," Tyler says, and I know she's gearing up for a sermon. "You're told, we can work, and we can divorce, and have our own bank accounts. You and I both know you'll be fought every step of the way, but you can have those things now, isn't that a success?"
She takes the worm from me. Guides it into the unpleasant shape of a knot. Tyler pinches the ends of the worm lightly, pulls. These little cruelties are normally enacted on me, and I'm enraptured.
"If I stop, if I stop crushing and tearing this thing to death, is that a success?" Tyler drops it on my chest, in the valley between my tits. I see the knot is tight enough, some of the worm's organs must be crushed. Annelid internal bleeding.
"Is that good?" Tyler says.
Tyler says, "If you look to our glorious leaders, you will be told you should be overjoyed with getting a restroom into the Senate and the opportunity for the elite women who are part of our oppressive machine to wear pants. You will be told you should look at six women out of a hundred demons as a success. All of this, successes. Dripfed progress."
The common woman, she gets sexual harassment and a portion of the dollar. She gets marital rape exceptions finally struck off the books only in writing. She gets the second shift. She still gets rape and too late abortions and status barely beyond property of her husband and mother of his children.
The worm squirms.
Tyler says, "The House of Representatives still has nothing. They say, we have to be careful, we have to carefully mind the important history of the building as we act so kindly as to accomodate the silly womenfolk. Nevermind the steady light above his head and the subway he uses to get around."
Tyler reaches over, hand brushing my skin as she traces the twitching knot with a finger.
"I say, forget history. Holding onto history gets you little old cabins converted to rental cottages on a huge, private botanical garden with one large porched mansion in the middle. It gets you beloved buildings where even the most privileged women have to walk a block to take a piss, while men enjoy their modern heating and plumbing. It gets you the boot upon your neck. The knot in your spine."
She holds her hands out, spread. Occluded moonlight filters through. Her fingers are streaks of true night.
"If I were a worm," Tyler says, "I wouldn't wait until these hands die to consume them."
She takes the worm back, patiently, slowly unknots it as it writhes. I wonder if it knows those hands are the same ones that tortured it. I wonder if it cares.
"We can't wait for this. We should not expect the hands tying knots all through the world to truly ever undo them."
Forget history. Forget successes. Tyler wants to dismantle the world. Tyler wants to render things so equal that the sins of the past can be forgotten.
"Let's blow up the US Capitol," Tyler says, voice thick as syrup.
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i think i understand the starscream/optimus prime shippers
its taking starscream, one of the highest octane, self-destructive troublemakers, a magnet for mistreatment, abuse, and misinterpretation, and then pairing them with op, who in a lot of interpretations puts the opportunity for change and second chances above all else and whose infallible sense of moral righteousness leads them to be interpreted by their friends AND enemies as a christ-like figure with no personal desires or flaws, it takes THESE TWO DUDES and plays on all the ways they foil each other and compliment each others weaknesses and strengths. Optimus prime as the collected center of the storm and a pillar of strength with a self sacrificial streak, and starscream as the expressive whirlwind with a bad habit of choosing unwise battles but hitting exactly where she'll be most effective when it comes right down to it. They're both extremely competent in their own fashion and their weaknesses are complimented beautifully by each others' strengths.
It might start with defection, or the war ending, or a temporary political alliance, but these two working together would be formidable. Maybe starscream gets a taste of what a healthy working relationship looks like for the first time in her life and starts to rethink their opinions on optimus. on the whole war. maybe optimus pities starscream and wants to show her life isn't supposed to be one long, drawn out story of abuse. maybe they take a little time to stop being actively frustrated by each other and learn to communicate on more equal footing, yknow? YKNOW? i think i get it now. this ship was confounding before but i get it now
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All of your soulmate AUs are so solid, because the concept of a yandere soulmate is truly terrifying. To them, it's inevitable, and there's really no escape.
Out of your different soulmate aus who do you think would be the best to get stuck with??
It’s bad enough trying to shake off a regular yandere, trying to shake off one when he’s got the universe telling him in no uncertain terms that you’re it for him?? Good luck, bby <33
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