#the BEST case scenario is a violent abuser

[paragonrobits]

a random thought but it occurs to me that the Sith invariably and inevitably turning into burned out, hateful and lonely killers who impulsely wind up either murdering everyone they care about in fits of anger or not caring anymore about the causes that originally drew them to the Dark Side has a lot of merits, viewed objectively

among other things, the Dark Side encourages drawing on the worst parts of yourself; your drive to hurt others, the need to destroy, violence and anger for its own sake, and the specific point I think about is not only does the Dark Side involve a cultivated lack of compassion and willingness to hurt others

but also an erosion of self control, and especially impulse control. The light side is all about harmony, compassion, connection and so on, and especially discipline. The Dark Side specifically abandons that control.

So a Dark Sider is functionally supposed to be someone who embraces their darkest feelings and aggressively acts on them, and that self-control and not instantly obliging your impulses are antithetical to the Dark Side. To be a true Sith and use its powers consistently and well, you have to not have any self control. All signs indicate that impulses and violence drive a Sith and other Dark Siders as much as anything else.

When you have people entirely motivated by anger, resentment and hatred, it doesn't just erode their ability to care about anything or to cognitively understand that other people have feelings and lives, the sort of things the Sith do makes even more sense.

So in this case, Darth Vader strangling his wife in a fit of rage by him immediately assuming she's betrayed him at the first sign of her not instantly being on board his military empire idea, is not an isolated incident, or even something that would be particular to him.

For a Sith, this kind of violence is actively encouraged and demanded by the Dark Side. It's an inevitability.

#when someone trains themselves to act impulsively and not use self control at ALL #and indulges their every thought and idea the moment they have them #and are ALSO violently angry at all times #the BEST case scenario is a violent abuser #there's a reason you have to basically make an entire new setting with the names of these characters to #have the sith be ANYTHING other than frothing at the mouth tyrants #its specifically BUILT INTO THEIR NARRATIVE #queued #star wars

[underhousearrestblog]

Self-Sabotage | Neymar Jr.

(summary) when things get tough with your boyfriend, you do the only thing you know – run, and Neymar is not having it

(warnings) toxic-a$$ behavior... from you, luv... history of emotional abuse and neglect (not between the main couple), insecurities about relationship

(pairings) Neymar Jr x reader

(genre) angst, fluff

(reminder) Y/N – your name

(word count) 3.6k

(also) didn’t proof-read but I’m pretty sure I used the term ‘girlfriend’ and she/ her pronouns somewhere there...

HAPPY READING!

You stared at the article in front of you. After the initial shock of seeing the headline and the attached photo, now all you felt was void. Staring numbly at the gossip page, you felt tears rush to your eyes.

Famous Brazilian soccer star Neymar Jr.’s girlfriend cheating?

The attached photos showed you with a friend of yours hugging in quite an intimate manner in front of a hotel. There were already a few hundred comments on the article – some of them ripping you to shreds, some feeling sorry for the soccer star, some hoping it’s not what it looks like.

You had stopped reading comments a long time ago, not really caring for other people’s opinions. Still, it hurt how many people were hoping for your relationship to end.

None of the pictures showed any kisses or otherwise compromising actions but it didn’t take much for your boyfriend’s fans to take something half-baked and run with it. From the vague article and pictures, it could be a date you’re on and it might as well be just running into someone on the way out.

Two pings went off, indicating two new text messages. First was from the friend who informed you about the article.

I’m so sorry, luv.

You wanted to both cry and laugh.

The second was from Neymar. All it said was:

On my way home.

Whenever he texted you that, it usually took him about twenty minutes to get home. You had twenty minutes to get away.

Your thought process might be stupid. You didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t cheat. You shouldn’t run. However, your past experiences showed that people, when having even a gram of doubt, could become aggressive. Blame you for things you didn’t do. Say really ugly things. Of course, you wouldn’t describe Neymar with those behaviors but did you really know him? Had only dated for six months... He had probably just seen his partner on the front page of a gossip magazine for alleged cheating... Were you really sure he would believe you?

Once the logical part of your brain kicked in, there was no turning it off. The scepticism and anxiety, your usual companions, were creating scenarios in your head, despite you trying to hope for the better.

He’ll probably will ask me to leave – that was the best case scenario, you thought, stuffing some of the stuff you kept at his place into a bag, I should probably let him cool off anyway before I suggest talking.

You had seen situations like these far too many times – some of your friends blowing up in suspicion that their spouses had cheated, your parents frequently accusing each other, reading horrible news headlines of people getting violent, thinking their partner had cheated.

You knew that running away just added to the possibility of you coming off as guilty – that will be something you’ll have to be okay with. Did you think Neymar would become violent? Not really. However, him looking at you with suspicion and accusation would hurt just as much.

Most of your shit had to stay at the house, you would have to come collect it later. If your boyfriend hadn’t thrown it out himself already. So you packed only the essentials or things that would be hard to replace, in case Neymar actually threw them out. Some clothes, electronics, toothbrush, makeup, vallet and keys.

Keys...

Should you leave his key behind? In that case you should probably write a note or something. But what could you say? I saw an article lying about me cheating, so I went to clear my head, here’s the key, I will be back for the rest of my shit...

Probably should keep it for now... Could use it to come by for your stuff unnoticed.

Once everything necessary was packed, you went to leave and - ever the unlucky timing – the moment you opened the front door from inside, you ran right into Neymar. His fingers were picking out the right key to open the door and, while his gaze was casted down, you had just the right time either consciously or on accident to drop your bag behind the door.

Once he lifted his eyes, they quite literally lit up and he grinned, as he took you in. Disheveled hair, a wild look in your eyes and out of breath – to him you looked like a wet dream, at the same time you tried to steady your breathing enough to not literally pant.

- Hey, sweetheart, - you made no move to move aside. – I texted. Practice ended sooner than expected.

When you still made no move to let him in, he looked you over in more careful fashion, looking for something that’s wrong. You were in a hurry to leave, so, of course, hadn’t thought of the possibility that you could run into your boyfriend.

I shouldn’t have wasted time packing, you mentally berated yourself, but he clearly hasn’t seen the article yet, so what’s the harm of talking for a few minutes?

You forced a smile that, hopefully but unlikely, looked genuine. While moving aside to let Neymar in, you opened the front door with more force than necessary intentionally, sending the bag under the small table by the front door.

While he took the cap and boots off, you closed the door and leaned against it. He fidgeted with shoelaces and you fidgeted with excuses. He talked about something one of his teammates had announced at the practice, but you were only half-listening. Before he went into the kitchen, Neymar turned to you and with an amused smile said:

- Are you coming or leaving?

- I, - you stammered out, - I was actually... I wanted to go to the store.

Every word out of your mouth felt like lead, like a lie. You tried to focus on his eyebrows so you didn’t have to look him into eyes while lying.

- We need milk, - you tried to sound chill, - milk and some other stuff.

You hoped to every god out there that you sounded less panicked to Neymar than you did in your own ears.

Apparently, you did a better job than you thought ‘cause after a small moment of him just staring at you like he’s seen you for the first time, he shrugged and carelessly threw out:

- I’ll take a shower and we can go, - and turned to go into the kitchen. – We’ll take my car. Gimme fifteen minutes.

You blew out a breath you subconsciously had started to hold. He’s going to take a shower. Yeah. It was fine. You’ll sneak out while he’s in the shower. And you’ll leave him a note. He deserved that much.

You carefully walked into the room your boyfriend was and watched him take a bottle of water from the fridge. Were you the only one who felt electricity all around this room? You could’ve bet there was static in the kitchen. But Neymar seemed oblivious.

Watching him made you feel bittersweet nostalgia-kind of feeling. Was this the last time you would see him? Last time you see him loving you? Liking you? There’s no way he would like you after he reads that article. And there was no way he would believe you after he does. You were sure of it.

- Is everything alright, love? – you boyfrend asked, after you hadn’t blinked for a full minute. – Are you sick?

You wanted to laugh. Or cry. Mostly cry.

Instead, your lips stretched into a genuine smile. Your eyes – traitors – watered against all your strength. Something between crying and laughing bubbled out of you, as you took few short steps towards Neymar and hugged him tightly. He exhaled out of surprise but didn’t even take a second before he hugged you with the arm that wasn’t holding the bottle.

His eyebrows furrowed, as he disregarded you with worry. You had never been an overly clingy or affectionate person and, against his own wishes, he had let you take all the space you needed.

After a half of minute of comfortably silent hugging and him rubbing your back, you stepped back.

- Now you’re worrying me, princess, - he chuckled, as he released you. – Did someone die?

Just our relationship.

Now it was your turn to chuckle.

- You have something against my hugs?, - you tried and failed to joke, quickly turning around, so he can’t read your eyes. – I thought you wanted more PDA...

You heard him laugh, as he put the bottle back into the fridge.

- Well, don’t stop on my account, sweetheart. Just let me take a shower so we both aren’t sweaty, and go nuts on hugging me...

You gulped down your tears and stepped into the hall. Just few more minutes. Just few more and you’re free.

Free.

What a joke.

Free to not see hurt in his eyes, as he reads about the media accusing you.

Few minutes was too much time...

- Hey, - you turned back and ran into Neymar yet again, as he was exiting the kitchen. – How about I go alone, huh? It’s just a short trip to the store. You should relax.

Something similar to amusement danced in his eyes, as he put his hands on your upper arms to steady you.

- Are you trying to get rid of me?

You opened your mouth to fix the mistake.

- Honestly, I’m hurt, - he put his left hand over his heart, faining offense. – I thought that being in a relationship would mean fun trips to get milk at 3 in the afternoon...

Him pretending to get hurt with such a serious expression on his face twisted the knife lodged in your already bleeding heart. You swallowed hard and broke the eye contact.

He took your face in his palms and turned it back against him.

- I don’t know what’s going on with you today but we’ll fix it, okay? – he sounded so sure and you wanted to throw those words back in his face. – Just ten minutes, okay?

You didn’t want to lie more so you just nodded and stepped back. He looked at you for a moment and turned towards the guest bedroom.

- Aren’t you going to go up to our room? – you questioned.

- Nah, the water pressure’s better here, - he said, entering the room.

That could cause some bumps in the road. Your room was upstairs, and him taking the shower upstairs would give you enough time to open the garage. In Neymar’s fancy house, the garage could be only opened from inside, from the basement. Apparently, to minimize the possibility of robberies. The garage door opening can be heard on the first floor.

Though he was taking a shower so... There could be possiblity he wouldn’t be able to hear it.

His car was still out front and he had said you were taking his car. On the other hand, even if he would hear the garage door open, you could just lie, again, and say you wanted to take yours.

The moment you heard the water start, you took your bag from the hall, keys and threw open the basement door. Once you had unlocked your car, you put the bag inside and went to open the garage door.

Piece of shit high-security system, you swore, as you took your phone to look up the code.

Neymar had tried to teach you the method of automatically opening the garage from an app on your phone but you never bothered and had to go down to the basement every time to open the door manually. It took you about a minute to put in the key code and unlock the door.

Once you did, you went to pull the door up by the lever, just to do exactly that and, while your eyes were adjusting to the natural light, to once again run into someone’s chest. Someone who stood right outside the garage door, was towering over you and smelled exactly like your boyfriend.

- Shit, - you muttered, as you took him in.

The same hoodie, the same sweatpants, the same – very dry and sweaty – hair.

- What the-

- fuck? – there was no sign of amusement in Neymar’s eyes.

Or suspicion. Or anger, for that matter. What there was – tons of – was disappointment, and somehow that was worse.

- I think we should take my car, - you tried to lie your way out one last time.

He inhaled and very slowly, very patiently exhaled, as if trying to gather all the patience in the world.

You calmly took a few steps back but the backs of your legs touched the front of the car. For every step you took back, Neymar took one forward and ended up crowding you against your car.

He looked at you with immense disappointment and hurt. Closing his eyes for a short period of time, he breathed in one more time and opened them again. This time, there was only anger.

- So you weren’t going to leave me, right? You were just going to drive the car out front and wait for me, weren’t you, Y/N? – he challenged you, his fingers combing through the hair on your scalp before he roughly pulled them to make you look up at him.

You physically couldn’t open your mouth to make another lie. No more.

- Your things missing from the hall was just me being tired and seeing stuff, right? The bag you kicked under the table was for shopping, no doubt. And you, - the intense look in his eyes, as he pushed you back a bit more so you’d have to sit down on the hood of the car, was terrifying, - you hugging me as if one of us was going to die tomorrow, that was my imagination too, wasn’t it?

Once you gathered enough courage to open your mouth, you threw out the most wrong words you could:

- I was gonna leave a note.

Against his better judgement, Neymar laughed. A humorless, dry laugh but still. He rested his forehead against yours, as he slowly drew circles on your scalp with his fingers.

- You were gonna, - he laughed some more, as if the thought alone appeared ridiculous to him, - you were gonna leave me a note? Pray tell – what could you possibly write to justify all this?

You flinched.

So he knew... He knew about the cheating rumors. And he asked for justification. So that meant he believed them? The paparazzi. The media.

- I would’ve apologized for leaving without notice, - you said in a small voice, pulling his hands away from your body. – But I didn’t want for you to break up with me in person.

Neymar’s eyes danced all around your face, searching for something with solid focus.

- It’s easier that way.

The short confusion was overpowered by anger and despair once again.

- Easier for who? – he took a step back and brushed through his hair with fingers. – For you? You didn’t want to break up with me in person, like an adult, so you decided to what? It would be less of a bother to just leave?

You won’t cry, you won’t cry, you repeated in your head, trying to keep up a stable demeanor.

- Do you think it’s easy for me? On top of everything else, you and your entire fanbase are thinking I cheated when I didn’t! – you raised your voice and it, of course, immediately cracked. – I go see one friend and I’m the bad guy! You think that is easy for me?

Neymar blinked. He looked you over once more with wide eyes before slowly stalking towards you.

- You were leaving... – he started, lifted his eyes up, inhaled and turned back to you. – Why do you think you were leaving?

You snorted and stood up from the hood. What did he want – for you to admit that you did cheat when you didn’t?

- I’m so fucking done, - you muttered and turned to get to the driver’s seat.

Next thing you knew – an arm around your waist lifted your feet from the ground and you were put back on the car’s hood. You huffed, now angry and irritated, and started to get down again, before two arms caged you in.

You had no choice but to look into Neymar’s eyes, as he leaned over you to the point where you had fallen on your back if you hadn’t put your hands on the car to support yourself.

- You lift your ass up one more time and I swear to god, I’ll bring down those cuffs we use in the bedroom, cuff both of us together and you’ll have no choice but to talk to me, - he said, completely serious.

That’s a bluff.

- You know better than anyone that I only allow those to stay on, - challenge in your eyes turned both of you on, - those are too loose for me. I could always take them off with no key.

You could. That part was true. The false entrapment was both a turn-on and a relief for you.

The lack of surprise in Neymar’s eyes said everything you needed to know.

He always knew.

Of course.

- You don’t want to play with me right now, - he said in a husky voice. – I’m frustrated enough I will tie both of us together with a shoe lace if I have to.

The stare-off lasted for just a few seconds that felt longer than they were. You broke the eye contact first and blew out an exhausted breath. Then you looked up at him, defeated and calm.

- I didn’t cheat.

His eyebrows shot up. He looked so surprised that, for a second, you questioned whether he had even seen the article.

- Cheat? What a-

- Someone took a photo of me and Eddie, and they released an article about me possibly cheating, - you explained. – But I need you to know now and always – I didn’t cheat.

He looked at you as if you had just punched him in the face out of nowhere.

As if you had grown another head.

As if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

This was it, right? What more was there for you to say?

- I can show you the article, - you offered, quietly.

- I saw the article, - he stood frozen still. – Two days ago.

Both of you stood still for a moment. Like bewildered wax figures. Not saying a word. Not even breathing.

- Did you not? – Neymar almost whispered. – Did you not see it?

You shook your head, regained your voice and added:

- Only about thirty minutes ago.

- So when you said you didn’t want for me to break up with you, - he rubbed his temples, trying to fit everything together. – You thought I wanted to break with you over... – he waited for you to finish.

- Over me cheating...

- Over your cheating rumors?

You nodded.

Wait-

If he didn’t know why you were actually leaving-

- Why did you think I was leaving? – you asked.

He looked down before looking back at you, fidgeting his fingers at the same time.

- I thought you were breaking up, - he explained. – with me.

You laughed. Genuinely. All this crazy day, and this was the funniest thing you’ve heard thus far. Hearing you laugh, even for a stupid reason like that, made Neymar smile.

All the emotions you suppressed today made you burst out in laughter. Your boyfriend thought you would want to break up with him!

- What was I supposed to be thinking? – he started to explain, frustrated but with the same kind, usual, familiar amusement in his eyes. – I see a gossip article about my girlfriend and one of her friends. I assume she’s seen it too. And everything’s alright for two days straight so I don’t think about it. Then I come back home, she’s packed everything up, hugs me as if I’m dying and is almost crying on the spot, - he smiled down at you. – What am I supposed to be thinking?

- That she has her reasons? – you hug him for real this time. – And, hopefully, that she would never cheat, - you add, burrowed in his hoodie.

He pulls back and takes your face into his hands to make you look up.

- That’s why I didn’t bring the stupid article up, sweetheart, - he says. – No point in talking about it if I never, not for a second, entertained the thought.

He hugged you back and inhaled the smell of your shampoo in your hair, calming and comforting.

- I will, however, be getting tighter handcuffs, - he kisses the top of your head. – And I wasn’t joking about cuffing both of us together if you ever refuse to talk shit out, princess. I don’t know what house you grew up in but in this one we don’t run away.

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[thekeeperof-thefandoms]

How they react to finding out you're an animal lover

Based on the actual Zoo's worth of pets, I acquired.

Let's assume somehow there's a scenario where the Hazbin Characters are able to see your life on earth, to review what might have gotten you sent to Hell. As far as most of them were concerned, you may have been chaotic, maybe you jumped to violence quickly (it's Hell though so defending yourself is important), maybe you drank or used drugs or slept around, but not to an extent that would warrant Hell.

And it's not that you aren't capable of being friendly or nice, but you're always wary of new people. You seem uncomfortable in large groups and tend to stick to people you know and unfortunately have Resting Bitch Face, so aren't very approachable.

So imagine their reaction to seeing your life and noticing from a young age your obsession with animals. You watched Animal Cops instead of Cartoons as a kid (and boy, your little brain sure got creative when imagining how best to punish [torture] animal abusers. Even Alastor's impressed by the level of violence). You begged and cried for a pet your whole childhood and did your best with the fish you got or the guinea pigs, though poor misinformation from adults and lack of proper husbandry being available in easily accessible media meant that your setups were....lackluster. And boy did you literally sob over that as an adult.

Every animal you met, horse, snake, cat, dog, rabbit, rodent, lizzard, frog, fish, they were all met with the brightest smile, a gentle cooing voice, happy baby talk, you getting on their level to coddle and and pet. The total opposite of your response to people.

Alastor

He's never been a big fan of dogs, especially after his death. But watching you with the numerous dogs you owned, the bond you shared with them, how they weren't perfectly trained but you tried so hard, and they all lived such long happy lives, he thinks he would have tolerated it. Especially your first dog, a small yappy thing that was wonderfully trained to do many tricks using just hand signals. Watching you shut down, breaking into billions of pieces when that dog died is probably the closest his smile has come to dropping.

Cats though, Alastor adored cats and you, despite being allergic, took in every feline in need. Even ones with health issues. You shelled out your hard earned cash left and right and the once ratty, crusty, scrawny, timid, strays blossomed into sleek, healthy, playful cats. He's going to laugh at all the curse words that arise from the various shenanigans that come with owning cats though.

As for your snakes, he's not phased. He isn't particularly fond of them, but he isn't scared either. But he could listen to you gush for hours about genetics, morphs, breeding, and proper set ups. He liked your bearded dragon though. Would get one for you if he could.

His favorite though was your rats. The quartet of rodents that were as smart as human toddlers and as likely to get in trouble. Watching you build and construct cardboard play structures, teach them tricks, feed them all sorts of fruits, veggies, meat, grains, insects. The constant cleaning and remodeling of their cage to entertain them. Oh you clearly adored them. Especially since they lived longer than their average 4 year expectancy by a whole year, with the exception of one rat that had been born ill but he still lived to by nearly 3!

All in all he just thinks you're precious, is amused by your entirely sincere and intensely violent response to abusers, and admires your caring nature and dedication (it reminds him of his ma, working hard to shell out every penny to ensure he thrived). He's probably considering getting you a pet.

Charlie

Heart eyes! You're so soft and cuddly with your pets! So patient with them, even when they're still adjusting, scared and prone to biting. You take every bite, scratch, hiss, growl, and in cases like snakes and turtles musking, in stride. Sure you flinch but your tone stays calm, you relax quickly, adjust your approach.

The way your eyes water and light up when the black cat with a stiff limp and crusted eyes, and swollen cheeks finally approaches you instead of hiding behind the water heater in your basement after you managed to trap it in indoors melts her heart. The way you have to visibly control yourself when you pet it for the first time and then finally lift him into your arms to take upstairs where the heat works and you aren't relying on a space heater and old blankets to warm him.

She's not thrilled about your violent tendencies, but they also remind her of Vaggie. Your protective and have strong feelings about injustice and she admires that.

She's definitely asking you to watch Kiki more often.

Angel Dust

Another proud pet parent! He gets you. Animals are so much easier than people. He loves watching you dress your pets that would tolerate it and take them to get pictures done, sending them to family members like you would send pictures of your kids. And hey, they essentially are! He's gonna ask you to dress up Fat Nuggets with him and do a photo shoot!

He's not a fan of rodents, but you're rats, and the hamsters were cute. He thinks he'd be ok with them if he met them, may even enjoy them.

Really liked watching your fish tank though once you got older and had more understanding and were able to set up a proper one. Even when things went wrong like algae blooms, fish fighting, your $35 betta beaching itself on your crabs basking platform, you were determined, and eventually you get a nice little live planted tank going that's mostly self sufficient and some fish that breed. You never quite mastered the algae issue, but it never overran your tank again, so he considers it a win. It's just cute watching you try so hard and dedicate so much time too it.

Lucifer

You're literally his spirit animal. He would rather be around animals than people, too. And honestly, you're right, animal abusers are the worst and he's probably taking notes from you on fitting punishments. He is trying to be more active as a ruler of Hell now.

He thinks you're incredibly smart for learning and memorizing so much about animals at such a young age and that you learn more as you get older, keeping up with proper care techniques. Kinda shocked you didn't become a vet, but also gets it. He doesn’t think he could handle having to let an animal down either. Or deal with stupid owners.

Gets heart eyes when he sees your obsession with snakes and is genuinely sad for you when your small collection of them dies off. Reptiles are hard, even professional keepers can have snakes die for seemingly no reason, so it's not anything you did, but it still sucks that within a 16 months you lost both your corn snakes and then a 8 or 9 months later your ball python.

He's the Serpent of Eden so anytime you had a snake draped around her neck, coiled around your wrist or arm, anytime they slithered under your shirt or up your pant leg while holding them is giving him inappropriate ideas. If you're someone with sensory stim needs and you loved the feeling of snake scales on your skin he'll offer to be one for a while (he's gonna go in your shirt and probably just coil around your waist or your chest, maybe rest his head on your shoulder peeking out of your shirt, blepping).

He's also sad that you can't see your beloved pets now since you're in Hell and it makes him even more bitter towards Heaven. Your beloved pets deserved to be reunited with an owner who gave them everything they could and you deserved to see the furry little wonders that got you through your darkest times. He can't imagine how much pain you were in when you realized you wouldn't see them again.

Is determined to get you a pet and find a way to reunite you with yours.

Husk

Was never big on pets before, but he thinks yours are cute. He may let you pet his ears more often now and be more comfortable purring around you. If it helps you feel better since it's obvious you miss your little furballs.

The entire time they're watching your life play out your eyes are glued to your pets, eyes misty, and smile adoring. It's more of a highlights reel so you're constantly babbling over it telling story after story. You mention how pissed you were tattoos didn't show up when you died because you had every pet you ever owned's (with the exception of ones you had really young), pawprint tatted on you when you died, staring with the rat tail and feet at your ankle and the top of your foot all the way up your leg, hip, side, so many of them it looked like a zoo walked across your body.

He misses having that kind of enthusiasm and devotion to something and admires you for being able to so deeply love and care for your pets despite what you've been through.

He maybe feels a little inspired himself to open up a bit more.

Vox

He grew up when a wife, two kids, a dog, and a white pickett fence was a standard, but you go beyond that. Animal care has gotten so much more detailed since he was alive. Aside from his sharks, especially Vark, he doesn’t really know much about pets, though.

He loves your commitment to trying to keep a fish tank, but he is going to critique you. He probably will get you one and help you set it up, a nice, moderately sized 50 gallon. It's something you two can bond over.

Watching you step between two dogs about to get into a fight because their owners were drinking at the dog park and didn't pay attention nearly gives him a stroke though. But you effortlessly snag an 80 pound mutt and lift them up and pivot, using your arms and legs to corral that dog back towards the fence and keep yourself between them while someone else snags the other dog. Once both dogs can't see each other anymore and you have effectively redirected their attention to the treats you brought, using a stern, sharp voice to direct it to sit, the dogs settle. He can visibly see you seething as the guy gets up, uncaring, and leashes his dog to leave the park.

Also thinks it adorable when watches you pull over and dart across a highway to get a turtle out of the road. Or to get a baby bird out of the street once it's been pushed from the nest. Watches you circle back to watch dogs you see wandering the neighborhood to see if they're lost. You approaching gently and sweetly, not even remotely upset when they startle and you nearly get bit. You apologized to the dog for spooking it.

Really, he just thinks you're cute and have no self-preservation and doesn't think a dog or cat would do well in the tower, but lizzards and fish are ok, and you two bond over the fish tank.

Valentino

So if that whole thing about him getting one of the little insect dogs and then shooting it within a day thing is still canon, he's probably lowkey afraid for his life right now. There's just something about watching an year old version of you say you might wanna be an animal cop so you can shoot bad people with such a serious face. Listening to teenage you threaten two boys who had joked about pouring chemicals on a cat with jamming an anti-freeze bottle down their throats and water board them with it. Or offer to toss puppy mill breeders in a cage too small, no ac, no heat, no food, no water, naked and in their own filth while walk by them every day. He can't even repeat the threats you made against dog fighters or cock fighters. He's pretty sure Satan, prince of Wrath himself, is scared of you. How does a 13 year old come up with shit that twisted?! Like maybe you're in Hell for a reason you fucking psycho.

But! Assuming that's not true, I think Valentino wants to be a cat person. He thinks they're elegant and fashionable. But watching yours he realizes if you're lucky they're snuggly, mischievous, trouble makers who even without trying can and will fuck shit up. If you're not lucky, their terrorists that get into everything, bite you for attention then run off when you pet them, get hair everywhere, are literally so fucking messy, and somehow are both incredibly smart and incredibly stupid. Like smart enough to open doors and drawers and plastic treat containers, dumb enough to run into a window or jump in the dryer.

Honestly, he is shocked to learn that he's a snake/rodent kinda guy. Literally, the snakes are so pretty, have such smooth textures, and yeah, they can be derpy, but he thinks they're kinda hot. Like the image of you, the four-foot ball python draped around your neck and chest. Or some of your bigger five and six foot snakes. He likes the idea of maybe doing like a naked photo shoot with the snake wrapped around you. (HE AND LUCIFER SHOULD NOT SHARE KINKS BUT HERE WE ARE).

Personality wise, hyper, gets into things he shouldn't, bored easily, needs attention or gets depressed and stressed, too smart for his own good but too dumb to get himself out of trouble. This man is a rat/ferret. Whatever irony made him a moth demon is dumb. He would have adored the little fuckers. Maybe not by himself, he doesn’t have the time or attention span to dedicate to them alone, but with your help caring for them and playing with them, he'd be great.

In general I don't think Val is the kinda of person who would get a pet for himself or should have one, but if you're helping and it makes you happy he'll do it. He got Angel one after all.

#hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel charlie

[prismaticfaery]

Platonic!TF141 x Fem!Reader

***Just to be clear, an anon requested this same scenario with another writer and we are both aware! Please understand that if you request the same thing with different people, this can cause issues (people may claim plagiarism, etc).***

Summary: You’re Makarov’s daughter, your team doesn’t know, but Ghost is onto it.

TW: Mentions of mental and verbal abuse, pushing, and yelling, but nothing graphic.

Rating: Mature, just to be safe!

A/N: I absolutely appreciate that you love my writing! It makes me so happy! Also, if anyone has anymore requests, check out the pinned post on my blog!

Months. Months, it had taken you to track down the whereabouts of Vladimir Makarov. He had gone from one hiding place to another quickly, leaving no trail of his next location known, until you had narrowed down on it with one piece of intel you would have never thought of before: the place you were born. He was at the old apartment he and your mother had made a home. Vladimir Makarov was the father you knew of but never had the “pleasure” of knowing. Your mother had escaped Russia in hopes of keeping you safe, but he knew where you were. Always.

Your mother and father met and had you within a year of being together, and though your mother tried her best to keep her family together, your father’s views we’re no longer matching her own anymore. He had violent tendencies and many outbursts, going on long rants about restoring Russia to its previous “glory”, your mother never stuck around for them to turn into something more than yelling, pushing, verbal, and mental attacks. She needed to protect you— just a tiny infant at the time. He hardly held you or helped your mother care for you, your mother saying that it was better being an actual single mother than being a single mother in a relationship. Now here you were two and some change decades later, CIA, and in Task Force 141 trying to bring your father down. Your mother vehemently advised against doing anything that would put you in your father’s warpath but it made you want to do it even more.

“We’ve got Makarov in custody, prepare a room. I have questions,” your earpiece crackles with Price’s voice.

“Roger,” you reply, pressing the button to your comms device attached to your shirt.

Holding a large breath of air in your chest, you could feel the anxiousness bubble over. Letting it out in a large sigh, your now shaking hands folded your laptop back up. To say that fear was not the number one emotion overwhelming your mind and body would be a lie. You were fucking terrified knowing that you were now coming face-to-face with the man who helped in giving you life. Your mother tried her hardest to keep him away, and although you were aware of him, and he of you, you did your best to always make yourself a small blip on his radar.

The safehouse was on the outskirts of Moscow, so you knew that Price’s arrival would be quick. You were quick to hide any personal belongings you had brought with you on your deployment as to not bring any attention to yourself in case something went awry. You begin to make your way to the room that was not occupied in the house, dragging the table and chair from the kitchen and setting them up in the middle of the room. The room had windows, so you quickly opened them up and slammed the shutters. Once the windows were shut, you locked them and gave them a once over, making sure the locking mechanisms were secure.

“We’re entering the safehouse,” you hear through your comms.

You quickly gather yourself, shaking out your hands and clenching your fists. The door slams open and your father is the first person your eyes are set on. The blue and green eyes of Makarov are slitted, the dark eyebrows knitted together in anger and frustration as his wrists are bound behind his back with thick zip ties. Ghost and Price were on either side of him, their hands wrapped around his biceps and triceps, guiding him through the house to where your position was at the door of the makeshift interrogation room.

Gaz and Soap followed suit, making sure that you went into the room before they closed and secured the door, the two of them standing on the sides of the doorframe. Slamming Makarov down into the singular chair on one side of the table, Price and Ghost then made their way to the other seats across from him.

“Now tell me, hm, what were those crates holding? You can answer truthfully or lie, either way, we’re going to find out,” Price’s gravelly voice was quiet– venomous.

“You see, I had a nice place that those crates were going to, and now they won't make it to their destination,” Makarov jested, his head tilting to the side, a sadistic smirk playing at one corner of his mouth.

“Cut the bullshit,” Price’s voice cracks as his voice raises, his hand slamming onto the table’s surface.

“Why do you have American ballistics?” Soap interjects, moving closer, “who gave them to you?”

You watched as Price’s patience wore thin as he adjusted himself in his seat, his elbows planted on the table, fingers intertwining, “you thought that ballistics being delivered to every large city in Europe would be a good idea– like we wouldn’t be right on your fucking heels finding them? Now we found another set of crates with multiple destinations, where are they going and what’s in them?”

The room fell silent as you made your way to the table, sitting down in the empty chair right in the middle of Price and Ghost, “you seem to think that this is a laughing matter, I wouldn’t be smiling if I were you,” you’re pissed now, anger heating up your cheeks, causing them to turn a shade of pink.

“The wonders of encryption– good luck accessing any of the files on where these crates are being shipped,” Makarov’s eyes meet yours, and you immediately look away, fearing that he’s had far too long of a look at you.

“I can figure it out in minutes,” you cross your arms.

Makarov made an audible noise in the back of his throat. He knew exactly who you were and all he needed to see were your eyes. You had inherited the same heterochromia iridum trait that he had, and there was no doubt that he had just seen the same green and blue eye as he did. He had connections and knew you had grown up well, even became CIA to stop all of the bad people who worked in the shadows, and that included him.

Throwing one ankle over your leg, you rest it on your knee, sitting back in your chair, and it just so happened that Makarov had done the same exact thing at that same exact moment. Rolling your ankle so that your foot makes circular motions, you did it as your way of calming down, Makarov also doing the same.

Ghost looks at the both of you, noticing the same movements, the same positions, and body language. It seemed like copying at first, but deep down you knew it wasn’t, and you hoped Ghost didn’t notice. Your mother always told you how much you and your father were alike.

“What are you playing about?” Ghost spoke up, nodding to Makarov’s movements.

“Just getting comfortable,” Makarov’s ankle rolled in fluid motions as he shrugged his shoulders.

Your eyes narrow, and Makarov notices, his eyes fixated on your matching positions, “your eyes are lovely,” he gestures with a nod.

“замолчи (shut up)” you snap.

Price places a hand down on your shoulder, giving a squeeze as his way of telling you that he can handle matters himself. You silently nod, looking over at Ghost, his hazel eyes meeting yours. You could see his eyes narrow as he kept his gaze glued to yours, his expression hidden behind his balaclava and skull mask. He then looked at Makarov, who shared the same abnormal eyes as you.

“Not often you see different colored eyes, and here you are with matching eyes,” Ghost’s awareness was always top notch, and you knew a dark past loomed behind why he was like that– it wasn’t the usual awareness that came with being Special Operations. “Why did you comment on her eyes?”

“Ghost, what are you talking about?” Gaz was now behind your spot in the chair.

“Yeah, I’m not following, L.t.,” Soap crossed his arms.

“You were born in Russia,” Ghost’s voice was now raised, “look at their fucking eyes, look a their features, the way they’re sitting, it’s fucking uncanny. Are you related?”

“Stop,” you say quietly, almost whispering.

“Would make sense a traitor is amongst us in the Task Force, you knew his exact whereabouts and he allowed us to take him into custody without a fight,” Ghost was now angry– seething that he allowed his guard to be let down for a moment when a newcomer from the CIA came into the Task Force to help find Makarov.

Your father had a sinister smile on his face as he watched every safe wall surrounding you crumble, your entire team becoming so distrusting of you suddenly. Every eye was on you, burning holes. Makarov knew how you were from the moment he saw you but with your eyes being exactly like his, and Ghost being the way that he was, he kept silent and patiently waited for your cover to be blown.

“None of that is true-,” you began, whipping your head to look at your teammates.

“Take her out of here,” Price stands quickly, his hands placed on the table as his head hangs.

Price was going to let Laswell have it for not doing a more thorough background check on you. How could he have let this happen? Everything could be compromised now.

“No wait-!” You scream as Gaz and Soap grab your arms harshly, pulling you up from your chair.

“It was wonderful seeing you again after so long, дочь (Daughter),” Makarov grins, watching as your teammates drag you out of the room.

Soap and Gaz keep watchful eyes on you in silence, both of them planted on a couch while you sat across from them on a loveseat. It had gotten really awkward, really quickly. No one knew what to say. It wasn’t long until Price and Ghost made their ways out of the room, closing the door behind them.

“We have the right mind to lock you in there with him until we have exfil and leave the CIA to deal with you,” Price was right in front of your position on the loveseat, his gloved finger inches from your face. “Who is he to you?”

“He’s my father. I’ve never met him, but I know who he is and what he’s done. My mother made sure of that,” you’re playing with your fingers now, digging any tiny specks of dirt from underneath your nails to keep you from having to look anyone in the eye.

“It seems strange that you knew his exact whereabouts,” Ghost was still unconvinced, his eyes peering over at Price.

“It just made sense and I just so happened to have been correct. You don’t have to trust me, but just know that I did this for the Task Force.”

“When you’re the daughter of an Ultranationalist, I think this information is a need-to-know regardless of your standing with him,” Gaz made a point, his voice calm and his demeanor collected.

“I’m sorry, I should have told you all before. The CIA made sure to keep this secret for the sake of safety. My father is a dangerous person after all. He could come for me and go after anyone who’s affiliated with me.”

Soap kept quiet, listening to every single morsel of the conversation. In fact, this was the most silent he had ever been in your presence, he was normally the one throwing around words.

“The CIA will be questioning you, it’s purely protocol. Be prepared,” Ghost takes his leave— he was completely unreadable.

“I understand.”

“Get ready for exfil, we’re leaving in ten,” Price places his finger on his comms device, listening to the pilots landing instructions.

Price had no other words, he was completely lost. For months, he had trusted you. Allowed you to stay on base with the Task Force. Your eyes had seen countless files of confidential information and even though Laswell trusted you, it meant absolutely nothing if you played your part in any of Makarov’s plans without so much as a bat of an eyelash in your direction. For all they knew, you could be an espionage spy for the Russians.

“I’ll prove to you all that I’m one of you. I want to see my father burn.”

#call of duty mw2 #call of duty mwii #call of duty imagine #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #simon ghost riley #captain john price #john price #kyle gaz garrick #johnny soap mactavish #vladimir makarov

[lunar-years]

everyone has different interpretations of scenes, but for real that scene with jamie and roy was just plain sexist. roy seriously said "i don't know if we're getting back together because she's a woman and you never know". like what the absolute fuck was that line? they showed up to her house condescending, completely unapologetic about their behaviour, and treated her like a trophy prize. she deserved to beat them up. jamie and roy have always been troubled characters, but they were never (not even in season one) sexist assholes. the show went out of its way multiple times to establish that even when they made mistakes it was due to personal insecurity and not misogyny.

and whenever it was something misogynistic, it was heavily criticised as such, which, in this episode, it was not. a lot of people did seriously not catch the blatant sexism of it at all and went "that's how these men act" (again, what the fuck?). jamie spent season three being respectful of roy and keeley's breakup and not making a move on her, out of consideration of roy's feelings. roy, who knows how abusive jamie's father is, probably better than any other male character on the show, physically assaulted him. despite the fact that throughout the season roy has been approaching jamie with affection, realizing that's what he needs to feel secure (complete disrespect to 2x08 too, one of the best episodes of the series). and while we're on the topic of violence, roy and jamie were never this violent with each other, even when they hated each other's guts. jamie, who gave keeley a truly heartfelt apology about the leaked video, making a point to not victim-blame or engage in literally ANY other sexist behaviour, just brings it up to upset roy in a dick-measuring contest. and one episode ago, one fucking episode ago, they were all getting along, keeley and roy were obviously trying to get back together, and jamie wasn't one bit bothered by it. they were holding hands on his bed and he saw them and smiled! regardless of whether you think the roykeeley arc was rushed (i do), jamie might have been heartbroken or sad, but he wasn't, not once, established as jealous of them. and this entire season was devoted to roy and jamie becoming friends by slowly growing comfortable around each other and actually trusting each other. every single one of those things was thrown into the trash. and yeah, sure, progress isn't linear and perfection isn't possible for people, but that WAS NOT regression. roy and jamie were never sexist dicks. those were two completely different characters.

ALSO, this scene normalizes the idea that it's perfectly forgivable to revert back to sexism whenever emotionally distressed, even if you are generally not like that in your life. it's not. in reality, you're either sexist or you're not, and doing this in one scenario will absolutely mean that you will be sexist in different scenarios too. nobody in real life will be sexist in some areas of their life and feminist in others. implying that this isn't the case shows a very poor understanding of feminist theory and ted lasso has more or less done a good job at not being sexist. i feel like this really excuses unacceptable behaviour that the show itself tells us, with rupert particularly, has very real consequences that perpetuate violence against women. to me, the light-hearted resolution of that whole scene was terrible and poorly written at best. people in the writers' room typed that scene, read through it, and did not find it weird at all. though it's not the first time in the third season, see: forgiving jamie's dad and far-right bigots (???).

and lastly, when people were asking for a love triangle resolution, they meant something fitting for the year of our lord 2023. healthy communication and conversations, mutual respect and love between the charactets, maybe even polyamory (3x11 had a great ot3 set up, too). nobody meant we wanted something from the fucking 1950s. literally the only worse way this could have played out would have been if keeley ended up with the one that caused the other more damage. legit disgraceful ending for roy and jamie as characters, and for the show as well. considering everything it has stood for so far.

(i'm sorry if this reads like i'm calling people out, i'm not, really, i'm just very mad. and also really sad, because i did not go into the ted lasso finale expecting unaddressed sexism. like that was Really Very Bad. for this show especially).

woahhh there's a lot going on here, anon. For anyone wondering, I'm assuming this is a response to this post of mine. While I don't mind discussion or being called out... this does feel like something that could've very well been your own post or an open response to mine instead of an anon note. Because if you've read my meta, you'll probably already know I'm not going to agree with you on this.

Just gonna drop a few short thoughts because I don't have energy to write a think piece when my broader thoughts are already contained in my original post:

I'm not sure where you think I was trying to excuse their words or pretending they weren't being sexist or like they weren't treating Keeley as a weapon in their own games or a prize to be won. I think there's a difference between excusing someone's actions versus trying to understand where they were coming from for the characters and where they are at now.

"while we're on the topic of violence, roy and jamie were never this violent with each other, even when they hated each other's guts" Roy & Jamie were literally beating each other up in the locker room and brawling right out there on the pitch in season 1, anon.

"Keeley and Roy were obviously trying to get back together, and Jamie wasn't one bit bothered by it." this is just not true. Roy was trying to get back together with Keeley. Keeley wasn't shown to be reciprocal (beyond sleeping with him, which is a repeated pattern of behavior for her on the show, and something she in fact did with Jamie in season one), and Roy misinterprets it, as Jamie misinterpreted it. In fact, I'd argue Roy deciding it was a good idea to try and make him and Keeley happen right there in Jamie's bedroom with Jamie crying to his mum one room over, shows he wasn't thinking about Jamie, not when it comes to Keeley. Roy wants what Roy wants and he assumed he was going to get it. And Jamie went through a whole journey of expressions when he opened that bedroom door, so I don't think it's fair to say he "wasn't one bit bothered." I think we've established at this point Roy and Jamie both love Keeley and have always been weird and jealous about it with the other.

"this scene normalizes the idea that it's perfectly forgivable to revert back to sexism whenever emotionally distressed" this scene didn't normalize anything, because the show immediately acknowledged that Jamie and Roy were both in the wrong and had Keeley rightfully kick them to the curb for it. The narrative was not that this is okay or acceptable behavior. I definitely didn't see the scene as light-hearted

"nobody in real life will be sexist in some areas of their life and feminist in others." i am a woman who considers herself very much a feminist. That doesn't mean I've never had moments of internalized misogyny or made harmful comments that buy into a patriarchal narrative, despite myself. Well-intentioned people make mistakes. We are all works in prog-mess trying to get through life as the best people we can be. Jamie and Roy, in my opinion, are fictional iterations of the same principle. I don't think this comes even close to destroying their entire characters in the way you are implying.

All the best x

#asks #roy kent #jamie tartt #keeley jones #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers

[ambrossart]

My question is a bit far-fetched😅 but well I'll still say it, if Evelyn leaves Derry for whatever reason at this moment in the story, she moves with her family to another place or maybe she moves alone to live with a relative outside from Derry or something like that, let's suppose that Evelyn leaves Derry as a possibility (which now in this age and this stage of history I think is impossible, it's just a supposition) how would her surroundings react, especially Henry, I think he would be the one who It would affect him more and what about Patricio???? and Victor??

Somehow I got this idea in my head because Evelyn wants to move when she grows up and she has postcards in her room with places she wants to visit and she once said she wants to leave Derry.

Far-fetched or not, I absolutely love this question! I was gonna save this one for next week, but I need to answer it now; otherwise, it’s just gonna nag at me all weekend.

So let’s jump right in! (This is gonna be really scattered and unorganized because I’m just word-vomiting all my thoughts right now.)

The Bowers Gang Reacts to Evelyn Moving

tw; brief mentions of murder and suicide.

— Henry

Henry has massive abandonment issues, so congratulations, you’ve just unlocked his greatest fear.

Evelyn entered Henry’s life the day after his mom left, so he’s developed a very intense and almost childlike attachment to her.

He’s demanding and possessive, but most of all, he’s terrified of losing her, which is probably why he feels the need to test her as much as he does, but that’s a whole other discussion.

Anyway—

If Evelyn leaves, Henry’s not just losing a love interest—he’s losing his sole source of safety and comfort. He goes to her when he needs to escape all the shit he deals with at home. If she leaves, where’s he gonna go? What’s he gonna do? He’s gonna be stuck in a town that he hates, in a house that he hates, with nothing but bad memories and bad feelings. It’s a recipe for disaster.

When Evelyn tells Henry she’s leaving, his initial reaction will be utter disbelief.

Evelyn can't leave Derry. They're supposed to leave together.

Henry has been wanting to leave for years, but he's stayed in this shitty town for her.

How can she just leave without him?

And then that little voice will kick in. You know the voice. It’s his dad’s voice.

Of course she’s leaving, that voice will say. That’s what women do. They’re selfish whores who leave you.

Turns out, his dad was right yet again.

And that's when Henry’s rage will take over. He’ll lash out at Evelyn and say horrible, hateful things.

He'll probably break stuff. Stuff that holds a lot of sentimental value for Evelyn.

Will he get violent with her? Maybe. I’d like to think he wouldn’t, but in this case, there’s a fair chance he could.

Regardless, he’ll refuse to see her on her last day in Derry.

Evelyn will want to say goodbye (and she’ll feel so, so guilty and heartbroken over this whole situation), but Henry won’t let her.

Knowing Evelyn, she’ll probably write him a letter or something, and Henry will keep that letter for the rest of his life.

Even if he hates her, he'll keep it.

He’ll go to her house once it’s empty.

He'll lie down on the floor of Evelyn’s bedroom and stay there for hours.

He'll keep visiting the house until it sells and another family moves in.

And then he’ll inevitably self-destruct.

He’ll get a lot more aggressive and violent. He’ll probably start abusing alcohol or some other drug. And if he doesn’t end up in jail for killing someone (like his dad), he’ll probably end up eating a bullet at some point.

Are you guys sad yet? I’m sad.

— Patrick

With Patrick, I think it depends on where he and Evelyn are in their relationship.

If he’s already had his fun with her, he won’t even notice she’s gone. He’ll have already moved on to his next obsession.

Evelyn? Who’s Evelyn?

This is the best-case scenario. The alternative is… well honestly it’s kind of terrifying.

Evelyn and Patrick’s relationship is built upon this mutual fascination they have with each other. So if Evelyn leaves abruptly, before Patrick has fully sated his curiosity…

Well that just isn’t allowed.

See Patrick thinks he’s the center of the universe and that everyone else exists solely for his pleasure and entertainment.

He doesn’t recognize other people’s thoughts or feelings because in his mind they’re not supposed to have their own thoughts and feelings.

They’re no different than the flies he used to kill with his ruler.

Why would Evelyn think she can just… leave? Who gave her permission to do that?

So Patrick will be confused, like genuinely confused, probably the most confused he’s ever been in his life.

This doesn’t ever happen. This isn’t supposed to happen. Why is this happening?

(And why is it bothering him so much?)

He’ll probably start questioning his own reality, honestly.

When Evelyn breaks the news to Patrick, he’ll be calm… like eerily calm.

He’ll probably say something like, “Well that’s too bad, isn’t it?”

And there will be something in his tone that makes Evelyn very uncomfortable. It’ll make every hair on her body stand on end.

She’ll convince herself that she’s overreacting, of course, because in reality what’s Patrick gonna do? Kill her?

Famous last words.

On Evelyn’s last night in Derry, Patrick will sneak into her room for one last goodbye…

and Evelyn will finally meet the monster under the mask.

— Victor

I think Victor would handle this situation the best, honestly.

He’ll be sad, of course, but he’s mature enough now to know this isn’t the end of the world. People move all the time. It's a natural part of life.

And it's a good thing Evelyn's getting out of Derry. She deserves better than Derry.

He’ll probably help Evelyn pack up her things.

During this time, they’ll probably spend a lot of time reminiscing and going through all of Evelyn’s old keepsakes.

All those letters she wrote Vic? All those drawings? Yeah those are definitely coming out of storage. Victor’s mom will probably bring them over herself, and she’ll be a sobbing mess about the whole situation.

If Vic ever plans to confess, this will be the time he does it.

Maybe Evelyn will reciprocate his feelings.

Maybe she won’t.

Either way, they’ll stay in touch after Evelyn moves. Evelyn will make sure they do.

They’ll talk on the phone regularly, exchange letters, and Vic will probably send her a postcard or two (because Vic knows how happy that would make her).

Once Vic graduates high school, he’ll probably try to move closer to Evelyn, especially if she responded positively to his confession.

He’ll either try to get into the same university or one close by.

(And could you imagine if Jimmy also went to that school and the three of them had a little reunion?)

(Perfect ending! 😂)

Yeah, those two will be fine.

— Belch

I know you didn’t ask about Belch, but Evelyn leaving would seriously affect his life, too!

Evelyn helps Belch keep Henry from going off the deep end.

With her gone, Henry’s gonna start to unravel, and Belch isn’t gonna be able to hold him together on his own.

So Belch will have a choice to make: he either goes down in flames with Henry or he steps away and separates from him entirely.

For Belch’s sake, I sincerely hope he chooses the latter.

He deserves to be happy.

#bowers gang #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #victor criss #belch huggins #it stephen king #it 2017 #answered asks #thanks for the ask! #it fanfiction #paper men #ambrossart

[ms-scarletwings]

Out of all small mammals that have been domesticated as pets, hamsters are one of the most interesting varieties.

And when I say interesting, I mean because they’re so unique, and there is a lot of complexity to them that often goes overlooked even by the owners taking care of them. Naturally, they aren’t well understood by most people, and it’s a strange kind of scary how that misunderstanding can lead to a lot of pain and tragedy for both keeper and pet.

Out of everything there is to know, the most distinct thing about hamsters is probably how downright antisocial they are to other small animals.

When you take a look at other household rodents, you usually see incredibly social creatures which can actually suffer when kept alone. So much so that there are countries outlawing the keeping of single guinea pigs, under the scope of broad animal cruelty regulations.

Take rats, or mice, for another example. Very common subjects of study and experimentation, and renowned for their ability to form bonds and bustling communities.

It’s common knowledge to any rat or mouse owner worth their salt that these animals thrive best when kept in the company of their own, and they naturally prefer to live in groupings.

Your average hamster? Not so at all. In fact, the majority of hamster breeds harbor so much potential for aggression with their own that the previous husbandry advice goes completely out the window when caring for them. And all of this goes extra for anyone with a Syrian hamster on their hands.

The absolute largest of domestic breeds, Syrian hamsters (also referred to as golden hamsters) are an exemplary variety for demonstrating this point. Make any remote suggestion of cohabbing two of these and forums and experts alike will be quick to tell you stop, do not pass “Go”, do not collect $200, because failing to consider the risks might end well… gruesomely.

Some people get the wrong impression that two Syrian hamsters can share a space because, well, they see that pet shops are getting away with housing juveniles together for a time.

It is true that when they are still young and developing, they will tolerate cage-mates much easier, and it’s been shown that you have the best chances when pairing some hamsters with a same-sex sibling they have been raised together with.

Despite however swimmingly this situation seems to be going for now, it is ultimately not so sustainable in the long run. For see… Syrian hamsters eventually mature into highly territorial, solitary creatures by their nature.

Inevitably, that nature will bleed through, creating tensions of dominance struggle between the two that could escalate into more violent fighting.

And as some former pet owners can anecdotally attest to, these fights can and occasionally do end in serious injury for one or both of the animals. Often enough, the victor will turn to cannibalistic actions as well, killing (and eating) its cage-mate in the worst case scenario.

And what of those who are still surviving, and maybe even adapting to the presence of another hamster? Interestingly, when one of the Syrians doesn’t end up devouring the other, these lower stakes conflicts have a stark impact on the psychology and behavior of both combatants involved. After a fight is concluded for Syrian hamsters, something of a pecking order between the two begins to form when the loser cannot get away, where the winner actually adjusts to become more aggressive and dominant over the shared territory. Studies have shown that the hamster at the short end of the stick can start to lose its own willingness to behave dominantly following a hard social defeat. After repeated abuse of this fashion from a cage-mate, the submissive will become more docile and appeasing to the dominant partner over time- a phenomenon known as “conditioned defeat” which appears similar to a kind of learned helplessness.

All in all, the social inclinations of golden hamsters with same-species companions are, at best, quite unpredictable, but in a morbidly fascinating way, me thinks. End of the day, there’s still just something both extremely entertaining and endearing about them, and their quirks.

#adventure time #Earl lemongrab #lemongrab #cartoon network #favorite characters #I might have lied this is not actually about rodents at all #but the information included about them is true #scarlet talks about things #let me be silly #cannibalism mention

[exec-proton]

Headcanon question: what do you think Proton would had pursued as a career, had he never joined Rocket?

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That's a good question!

I somewhat explored this idea before with the whole "Normal-guy-Proton" mixup thing, but I never really went in-depth about it.

It's a hard question, because the answer is a solid it-depends.

A simple answer is, probably something to do with either cooking or engineering. I ramble for quite a bit under the cut about the specifics of his potential "Non-rocket" paths, however!

Proton was, in a way, forced into Rocket. He had a violent father as a young kid, and took odd-jobs from Rocket to have enough money to feed himself. Eventually, his father got much more physically violent, which ended up with Proton killing the man.

In short, he panicked. He had nowhere to go, other than the gang. He wouldn't be persecuted there, so that's where he went.

What he would do as a job, if it weren't for that really depends on what happens after he kills his father, or if we're going with a sort of AU where he isn't pushed to do that, whether because he managed to leave with his mother before the abuse becomes really bad (Normal-Guy-Proton), or because someone else notices the situation and calls the Pokemon equivalent of CPS.

Let's say that he does still kill is father, but instead of running to Rocket, he calls the police and confesses. He's sixteen at the time.

What happens next depends on what exactly he's charged with, and whether or not he's prosecuted as an adult. If the court agrees that it's self-defense, then Proton presumably gets sent somewhere better equipped to take care of him, which at this point is practically anywhere. This is the best case scenario. He gets to actually acquire life skills he wouldn't have a chance too otherwise.

If he's charged with murder, it would probably be second-degree. The killing wasn't premeditated, and it could certainly be argued that his intent wasn't to actually kill his father. In this case, I presume he would either be prosecuted as an adult, and sent to jail, or sent to a juvenile center. In this case, once he gets out, he probably struggles a bit, again, because of the lack of life skills. Not only that, but a criminal record would make it hard for him to find a job. In this scenario, he would probably end up falling in with Rocket anyways.

Now, if he doesn't kill his father, his prospects are far better.

What I affectionately call Normal-Guy-Proton is the scenario where his mother leaves his father, taking baby Proton with. She returns to her family, or otherwise finds a way to provide for herself and her child that isn't an abusive, alcoholic man, and Proton ends up with a fairly normal childhood. He goes to school, gets a job, and all of that. This is the one where I think he'd get a job in engineering. He enjoys tinkering with things, and he'd actually be able to pursue that. This is the overall best case scenario, and one I explored a bit for one of the Muse Mixup things that happened.

The other situation is where someone else actually decides to do something, and Proton is removed from his father. Again, this could go either way, depending on whether or not he's screwed by the system, but I'm going to go ahead and say that he manages to come out of it without much trouble. He's still troubled, but it's not quite as bad as the "I just killed my own father oh shit" trauma. This is where I think he'd go more into cooking, as he would still have some of the childhood experiences of having to fend for himself, making use of whatever he can have to eat.

#OOC ask

[hirazuki]

Give me all the hot takes

🔥🔥🔥

OMG I feel like I have nothing but hot takes, if I listed them all we'd be here for years 🤣 I will give as many as the number of flames you sent!

Under a cut, because (unsurprisingly) it got long XD

There is ✧･ﾟ:* nothing *:･ﾟ✧ in the published text of The Silmarillion to indicate that Eol was chronically abusive/violent towards Aredhel or Maeglin during all their years together. One single snippet of dialogue of one single exchange of heated words does not constitute an abusive environment, as neither do arguments/disagreements or the experiencing of anger. If anything, instead of being present and violent, it seems as though distance grew between them and he made himself scarce more often than not. His relationships with both his wife and his son are clearly shown to be cases of mutual deterioration over time -- people who are fundamentally at cross purposes with each other, as far as wants and beliefs and desires go, and the text quite solidly implies that Aredhel had her share of the blame, given as she was to recklessness, impulse, changeable mood and mind, etc. -- and this decline was almost exclusively exacerbated by the effect of outside forces on their lives (Sindar vs. Noldor, the ban on quenya, Feanor's sons and Aredhel's connection with them specifically, etc.), rather than any more domestic issues between them. Was it unhealthy? Sure, but certainly nowhere near the picture general fandom paints "canon" out to be, and I wish more people would engage in the wonderful nuance the text provides us with. Also, as far as published Silm goes, Eol wove enchantments to draw Aredhel to his dwelling, but it doesn't say he forced or coerced or enchanted her to enter; she entered and stayed willingly. And it drives me crazy to see people flay Eol as a rapist in one breath, while going 'YAS QUEEN' for Melian with another*, when it's the same scenario in, incredibly, the same place -- it smacks of double-standards, and a couple of other words that I will refrain from using, as some people on this website think I'm nice and I'd hate to shatter that illusion XD *I have absolutely no issue with Melian; I really enjoy her as a character. It's the hypocrisy that I can't stand :)

I've ranted about this before in the tags of some post somewhere, but: Celebrimbor. It's been my experience that, fairly frequently, there's a tendency to portray him in a manner that tends to make him very... bland. Wonderbread™, if you will. Idk if it's to contrast Annatar or to contrast Feanor and Curufin, but it ends up making Celebrimbor far too soft and pliable and people-pleasing, distastefully so, taking away all of the interesting hard surfaces and edges. Yes, he distances himself from his family and rejects them; yes, he can want to build a new reputation of his own, untainted by the First Age; yes, Ost-in-Edhil can be a place of open doors and second chances; yes, he can be hyper-aware of his legacy as Feanor's grandson and seek to present an opposite image through his words and actions -- all of this is beautiful. But it's even more beautiful if he's allowed to have traits that are callbacks to his father and grandfather; let him be angry (in private or in public, in short isolated spurts that come out of nowhere or as a simmering undercurrent), let him be shrewd and sharp and opinionated (let Annatar cut himself on him a little). This doesn't mean he can't also be kind and earnest and honest and trying his best. Most of all, let him be greedy -- not only for knowledge or power in and of themselves, not necessarily, but for what those things can afford him: the ability to make that which he loves (i.e. Middle Earth) a better, grander place. We're all greedy for the things we want, and I would argue most of those things aren't negative -- stability, acceptance, a better tomorrow, etc. Greed isn't limited to physical things or luxuries and it isn't inherently a bad thing! [/troy baker voice]. There's just so much there to play with, even completely aside from his dynamic with Annatar, and it just makes me equal parts sad and upset to see a character with such ambition and potential and fire frequently so babied and made naive, that he is reduced to the written equivalent of a soggy waffle.

Okay, now for something that is a bit more lighthearted and personal, but no less hot -- and perhaps? may contradict your own Mairon interpretation (in which case, I'm always happy to agree to disagree ^^) -- I can totally see why fandom makes Sauron into this super sexy/sexual creature but... it's a hard nope from me. He's certainly alluring and attractive to others, and knows how to use it to great effect, but I just can't see him genuinely vibing with it, relishing in it for himself ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I know I keep harping on the Luthien incident, but it's just such a stark contrast to literally everyone else who comes across her -- including Melkor -- that it's really difficult to interpret his utter non-reaction to her as anything but a personal disinterest in matters of the flesh, at least in and of themselves without some kind of connection/relationship there. Everyone likes to joke about him being the whore/slut of the Silm, and sure it can be funny at times, but that concept is just so alien to how he reads to me.

#thanks for askingggg ♡♡♡ #silm musings #silm #tolkien #mairon #celebrimbor #eol #silmarillion

[actofgrxce]

Why I still think Ed Teach is a sympathetic character

1) He doesn't know the full story of why Stede left him; as such he fills in the blanks with the worst case scenario (the one he addresses to himself in the Gravy Boat): "I am unlovable and I hate myself; it makes sense that he would abandon me."

This has already been articulated brilliantly HERE. The reason for this knee-jerk reaction? Trauma, trauma, trauma. Keep reading.

2) Ed didn't have some of the social advantages Stede had as a child, when their respective fundamental outlooks on the world and human relationships were being established (NOT to establish a "who had it worse" discussion, but to explain that it will create two very different adults).

'Stede had a fucked up childhood and ended up kind!" Yes he did, but he also had his basic needs met, he was white and affluent and passed as straight (for a while) in a Europe that implicitly rewards those identity markers, his life was not constantly endangered by a violent substance abusing parental figure who was also the only breadwinner, and he never had to live with committing the murder (while still a child!) of a primary caregiver in order to stay alive. Stede learned to play a role--that of the placating, cultured and witty gentleman-- in order to obtain safety (within the nuclear home, and within the conventional European gentry as an adult); he still does this. Ed, on the other hand, learned how to destroy the source of danger at all cost; pair that need to always seem scary with his positive caregiver (his mother) telling Ed quite unequivocally, "we weren't mean for fine things," and the violent, thrill-seeking, substance-abusing monster who results from this is no surprise. Ed's playing a role, too. Is Stede braver and kinder? Yes, and it could be that a great deal of that is inherent, but we're not arguing who is the better person, because not all sympathetic characters are good people. We're only dealing here with whether Ed is worth our time: whether he is still redeemable.

3) There are different KINDS of trauma response; Stede is Fawn, and Ed is Fight.

See above. Fawn responses look like overly placating everyone even at your own expense. They look like doing favors, compulsively centering your identity on helping, pleasing, assisting. Fight responses look like aggression and hostility, denying any trace of vulnerability or guilt, going on the offensive before your perceived "threat" can go on the defensive.

4) The biggest reason: this has always been who Ed, as an adult, is, and the Larger Narrative™ is being told from STEDE'S POV and perception of Ed and of the world of Piracy. The audience is in Stede's shoes. To quote @captainbonnetslog , "And [ Ed's ] always kinda been like this just minus the suicidal tendencies. The show is kinda developing with Stede. As his naivete fades we see darker things with more nuance." I suspect each season will reveal an Edward Teach of greater complexity. It's not just Ed, either; we sense greater depth and complexity in the personality and motives of the entire og crew (particularly Oluwande, Jim, and most notably, Izzy). The season opens with Stede's (rather charmingly, like our own) naive and romantic fantasy of killing Izzy on a beach at sunset and dramatically rushing into damsel!Ed's arms, apologizing and being instantly forgiven. It's not like that in his reality, or anyone's. Relationships are messy. We're meant to see the worst of Ed. We're meant, if we identify with Stede (who is the best of us all), to love Ed anyway. 5) Related to the above: the INCREASED sympathy we feel toward Izzy Hands, one of the previous antagonists, is a brilliant way to open our eyes to the more nuanced problems in the Ed, Stede, and Izzy triangle. It is NOT a reason to feel LESS sympathy for Ed.

it just means that Ed has hurt Izzy as much as Ed has been hurt, and as much as Izzy has, in jealousy, hurt Stede. Hurt people hurt people. Each viewer will sympathize more with, to return to point 3, a different specific character's way of coping (or failing to cope) with that pain.

#Our Flag Means Death #ofmd spoilers #meta #Edward Teach

[queersatanic]

Even in the absolute best case scenarios where the police manage to make a suicidal person go with them quietly and cooperatively without causing a scene, being involuntarily hospitalized is still at best useless for most people and it's often traumatic. Without community support, people who are suicidal get worse, not better. Being reminded we're considered burdens by the people who claim to love us feels like shit.

Right, you can talk to lots of people who've gone through this, and whatever their crisis, the abuse they suffered at the hands of medical professionals often far outstrips it.

"Well, what am I supposed to do then?"

We have to be building better systems where, "Call the violent men with guns you can't make eye contact with for fear they club you, strangle you, or murder you, and if not that, cage you and dope you indefinitely," is not an option period, much less what someone considers to be a best option.

#tw sui #medical violence #cw sui #cw suicide #police violence #tw suicide #suicide

[meshlasolus]

House Of Memories (39/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff if you squint, more council abuse

Summary: Ahsoka Tano has been expelled from the Jedi Order upon suspicion that she was the one who planned the bombing on the temple. You and Obi-Wan go to the trial to see what happens.

A/n: ouch... just ouch. next one i'm writing currently and it's hurting me-

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

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You were not supposed to be out of bed for another day, although you felt fine and did not see a point in the med droid's useless instructions. You refused to be kept in the apartment by your lonesome while everyone went to the trial.

Apparently, the near week you spent on a diplomatic mission, massive findings about the temple bombing occurred, such as suspects, devices, and even separatist involvement. Ahsoka had been the one to work most of it out, however, upon 'some wrong place, wrong time' scenarios playing out, the council was quick to blame her for having a hand in the actions. Go figure.

You knew Ahsoka would never do anything like that, and that there had to be someone framing her to cover their tracks. Too bad the council was so pig-headed, and unwilling to listen to even some of its own members. Obi-Wan was prepared to stand up for Ahsoka and make a case for her to be excluded from the investigation as a suspect entirely, but unfortunately, they had rendered him useless yet again on recount of removing himself from the investigation days before. His lack of involvement made it so that he didn't witness all the outcomes firsthand. Anakin had, but of course, the council treated him about as well as they treated you.

Upon learning more from the clues they had been given, they decided it was best to expel Ahsoka from the order until the case was terminated, with her being proved innocent. She was to stand trial against the republic, being represented by the only senator who would take her on, and she was proud to. Padme Amidala would defend Ahsoka Tano in this trial of which she knew she was innocent. The facts had been stacked against her, and every card seemed out of her favor, but everyone who knew Ahsoka, anyone who had trained with her, fought with her, or even had a simple conversation with her from time to time, knew she was not to be blamed. It was so out of her character to even think of committing such a violent and horrible crime, much less against her own people.

You wanted to go to the trial, to stand as guard by Padme and to show your support for a fellow Padawan. You just about hated the council by now. There were a select two members you could exclude from your loathing, but even they were powerless to stop this madness. The numbers were on the opposing side, with Mace Windu for the instigator, as always.

"I'm fine," you noticed it stung a little to walk as you tried to pass Obi-Wan on the way to the door. He was rather keen on your getting well without any bumps in the road, say perhaps, because you got up and started moving when you weren't supposed to. "I need to be there."

"She knows you're on her side, my love," he tried to gently usher you back to his bedroom, hoping you would accept his efforts and go without a fight. "She also knows you were badly injured."

"I've been through worse," you reminded him, and he recalled the events of the day he almost lost you forever. He didn't ever want to see that day rehash itself again. "I'm going."

There was little he could do to stop you, now. He knew you were right; you had been through worse, and often times kept fighting through it.

"Well, don't try and outwalk me, you aren't going alone."

He made it to the entranceway before you did, pulling your cloak from the rack and wrapping it around your shoulders, allowing your arms to enter the proper sleeves before he paused, looking down upon your face, still stern from the argument moments prior, but softening as he took each cheek in his palms. He smiled and shook his head before pressing a kiss you your nose. It was cute, and his beard tickled, as it was getting longer again. He always looked at you with such pride, and you wondered what he could possibly be thinking. Of course, since your signatures are practically bound for all time, you could simply tap into his mind and find out, but you didn't want to intrude. He trusted you more than anyone in his life, and you would never do anything, even accidentally, to break that bond.

He pulled your hood over your head, and again kissed the top of it, right by your hairline. It was a small and usual sentiment, made nearly every time you left the apartment together, and yet, you would never get used to the feelings it protruded inside of you. You wouldn't be able to stop smiling afterwards, and as you ventured into the halls, everyone seemed to think you were in an incredibly good mood. Perhaps to them you seemed a rather cheery person, bright as you entered the room. Today wasn't as bright, though. The smile lasted all of but a few moments before you remembered where you were going, and under what circumstances.

"What will happen to Ahsoka if she loses the trial?" You were uncertain of how your friend would get on without the order. Like you, she had been brought here at a very young age and grew along with the teachings and training of the Jedi. The temple was her home, as it was yours, and you knew she would never do anything to destroy or even deface it.

"The republic will have to decide her fate, the order has since lost jurisdiction over her now that she's been expelled. I've tried my best to find other witnesses from the day it all happened, but I've been rather unsuccessful. With all the evidence stacked in the republic's favor, I fear what she may endure," he replied, stroking his beard, keeping his pace steady beside yours, which was only a small bit slower due to your healing process.

You turned to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. He'd spoken of witnesses, as if he hadn't known a very crucial part in this.

"Didn't Anakin tell you?"

"Tell me what?" He stopped in his tracks and faced you, ready to hear of this information which had apparently been passed over his head in the few hours it came about.

"He's gone to find Ventress. If he can get a recorded confession, that would be enough to save Ahsoka, wouldn't it?"

He widened his eyes at hearing that his former Padawan had gone away from the temple yet again without telling him. Why did he not tell him things like this anymore? He had deemed it necessary enough to tell you, but not him.... strange.

"She has the reasoning; her agenda has never ceased to be in alignment with the Sith and Separatist plans. It could be enough, but I highly doubt she will give herself up to the republic for the sake of an innocent Padawan," he stroked his beard and mimicked your stance before shaking his head and turning back to walk. "She'd sooner die then help a Jedi's cause."

You heaved your shoulders in a sigh, following him down to the elevator, the trial would begin soon, and you wanted to be there when everything went down.

-

Standing for hours at a time was taking its toll on you, and you regretted choosing not to sit in the stands with everyone else in the court. Obi-Wan had tried to offer you his chair on the balcony, but Mace Windu found it unacceptable for a non-member of the council to take a seat where everyone could see. Mace knew of your injuries, and he knew you were still recovering. When Obi-Wan tried to reason with him over it, his response was 'If she did not wish to stand, she would have stayed in the temple.'

You assured Obi-Wan you would be fine, although by now you'd gotten a bit tippy on your feet. You glanced at his chair longingly, wishing you'd been so lucky as to acquire one. Your gaze moved to his lap, where he sat upright, legs spread and arms on the rests beside him. If it weren't for the council, you'd be sat there right now, letting yourself rest from the constant standing that had continued for hours. You had to widen your stance to keep from falling over. Your footing and balance had not been the problem, but instead the weakness your body was still enduring. You did your best to keep alert, because the contents of this trial were becoming even more important with every second passed.

"The members of the court have reached a decision," one of the judges stood to his feet in the balcony across from the one you resided in, now.

This was it. This was the time you'd been waiting for, the outcome on the verge of being spilt and yet, you could not bear to hear it. You knew already that they had found her guilty. In the eyes of the republic, she looked incredibly incriminating, someone vile with plans of destruction. Not Ahsoka, never Ahsoka.

Chancellor Palpatine arose from his throne like structure, receiving a data pad with the transfer from the judges.

"Ahsoka Tano," he began, his voice echoing in the large court for everyone to hear clearly, although you were a bit distracted when you sensed a familiar presence coming near. Anakin... "by an overwhelming count of-"

"Chancellor!" And not a moment too soon, the voice of your old fellow Padawan was heard, interrupting the announcement of what you were sure was Ahsoka's certain doom.

You smiled, knowing he'd done it, he'd found a way to prove her innocence, although being trailed behind him was not Ventress, but... Barriss? Surely, she wasn't the one behind all of this. She had such strong beliefs in the light, and hated violence all together, even when used for defense. You'd not known her very well, she was closer to Ahsoka's age group when training with younglings, although you'd had a few encounters, all of which showed nothing hostile or even aggressive from her nature.

"I should hope you have a reason for bursting in on our proceedings, Master Skywalker."

The Chancellor spoke as if he was full of obnoxity by the intrusion, but really, anyone could see by the look on his face that he was intrigued by whatever the young man had discovered.

"I am here, with evidence and a confession from the person responsible for all the crimes Ahsoka has been accused of," he stepped aside, letting the sentinel guards reveal the Jedi who stood among them, her head dropped in shame and regret. "Barris Offee, member of the Jedi Order, and traitor."

The crowd gasped out in surprise, but all those in favor of Ahsoka sighed breaths of relief at hearing the news. Anakin was reliable, you knew he'd figure it out, but did he always have to cut it so close to the end?

"Barriss, is that true?" Ahsoka sounded devastated, perhaps even more so than she would have been had the court rendered her guilty. They were good friends, you'd seen them together often, if only from afar. You couldn't imagine the betrayal she must have felt, first from the council, and now from an ally, or something she thought was one.

"Tell them the truth," Anakin looked at the traitorous Jedi with narrowed eyes, his patience for her existence wearing incredibly thin.

You took a few steps closer to the edge, knowing the council was far too invested in this development now to care if you were seen with them. It wasn't like you were the one on trial here.

"I did it," she began, her tone starting as if she was apologetic, but soon turning for the worse when she continued. "Because I have come to realize what many people in the republic have come to realize. The Jedi are the ones responsible for this war."

That statement struck a nerve with you... the Jedi have always taught you peace and harmony for all the years you've been in the temple, but then they would send you on endless missions, acquiring violent strategies on how to defeat the enemy, and take their forces.

"We have so lost our way that we have become villains in this conflict, and we are the ones who should be put on trial... All of us."

Again, you heard her words from a personal view. As someone who has seen first-hand the council's ineptness to make proper decisions based on real morals, and the way they fought with great effort to keep themselves as soldiers in this war, you could agree that it had gone way too far.

"My attack on the temple was an attack on what the Jedi have become: an army fighting for the dark side, fallen from the light that we once held so dear. This republic is failing; it's only a matter of time," she finished her speech in a blaze of glory, and though it had resonated with you, you were happy for it to be over. It was giving you far too much to think about and not enough time to process.

As someone who'd danced with the dark side on several occasions, you knew what it wanted, what it craved. Chaos, it craved chaos. This war was chaos, and the Jedi Order wasn't doing anything to stop it, only feeding it, more and more until it grew to the size and stature of a universal conflict. It would not end until the Jedi withdrew themselves, and that was something you could be certain of. Win or lose, the republic relied too much on the Jedi to defend them, making them the generals and commanders of their army that had long since been created for them.

"Such incivility," Master Mundi shook his head, ready to put the girl in prison and bring about the next thing of importance on his daily agenda.

"She's right," you whispered, but given that you stood now between Obi-Wan and Mace Windu, the latter snapped his head up to find you, looking down on the scene with a sorrowful look on your face.

"What did you just say?" he was ready to hash out another round of insufferable confrontation, but you weren't focused on him one bit.

"She's right. We're only waging for this war, not fighting against it," it was spoken softly, and the sincerity you held in your tone shown him you were deep in thought. Even Obi-Wan was concerned over your words. He had done his best for all the years of his life to do what was right, but now he didn't know what that was. Whatever the force led him to, that's what he wanted to choose.

"You'll be wise to keep your opinions of this matter to yourself, lest you end up in her position."

His threat did not go unnoticed by Obi-Wan, and since you stood between him and Master Windu, he grabbed your hand out of sight. You knew it would never come to fruition; you would sooner leave the order then let the council keep wronging you in the way they wronged others. It would not continue; this horrid cycle of treatment would end today.

"She makes a point, we have fallen from the true teachings we once cherished," your master spoke up beside you, dropping your hand before anyone saw it connected with his. "Perhaps in order to prevent future catastrophe, we should look into making things different."

Mace would ignore his suggestion, and this argument as a whole. There was really no need for it to happen right now, or at all. If it came up again later, it should be dealt with in an esteemed manner.

"Take her away," Chancellor Palpatine waved his hands, and the girl was taken out of sight.

You wondered if she would be imprisoned, or put to death, as the penalty would have been had Ahsoka been found guilty. Only time would tell, but you didn't have time to waste.

You wanted to see Ahsoka.

-

You would categorize your three least favorite feelings in the world as follows: when you thought that your master, as well as the love of your life was dead, when you nearly turned to the dark side and left the teachings you grew up on, and when you'd been made to sit outside of the council room while important meetings were being held without you.

The third one happened so often you figured you should have become used to it by now, but you couldn't. It was just as nerve wracking and anxiety bringing each and every time.

It was now, that you had been stopped at the door, and not been let in to hear what was to become of Ahsoka, that you truly pondered why you even stayed. Why did you continue to let them walk on you, disrespect you, and treat you as if you were mud on their boots? You worked tirelessly, using the powers they taught you to wield, and for their bidding. The mission always came first.

You had been feeling for a long time that the force willed you elsewhere, but you couldn't seem to gather the courage to just leave. You'd never been given that push, but when you saw Ahsoka walk past you, out those doors on her own, and without her sabers or head chain, you knew she was through. Just like you were about to be.

"Ahsoka, wait."

She turned to face you, a sad smile adorning her lovely face. She figured she would be saying goodbye.

"I take it things didn't work out," you knew that the way you'd described it was an understatement, but it was all you could say.

"I can't stay here. Barriss was right, the order has changed so much, and I don't want to be a part of what it becomes from this war."

You dropped your head, understanding what she spoke of more than she could have thought you would. You knew that as long as the council members controlled the ranks, and as long as the war raged on, the Jedi Order would continue to become more corrupt until there was nothing left but a pile of rubble, where the skyline of Coruscant split in two.

"I'm coming with you," you said, looking her back in the eyes as they widened in shock.

She never could have believed that you would want to walk away from the Jedi, the only place you'd even known. Though she was young when she was brought to the temple, the people of her home world still loved her, and looked upon her as one of their own. You didn't have a home world. You weren't born on Mimban, no one usually ever was. You had no family, and no one to look upon you as their own. This order was what you strived to be a part of, training since you were a youngling to become one of the greatest the galaxy had ever seen. Why would you want to throw that all away?

"You can't be serious," she shook her head in disbelief. It didn't seem right to her that you wanted to come along, although it was truly what you wanted.

"I am, I'm sick of putting my life on the line only to be turned around and treated like a doormat. I've been walked on for the last time," you confessed, your tone becoming overwhelmingly intense while you thought about the council, still in the room behind you, ready to deal with you as soon as they were ready. They wouldn't get the chance.

"Could you really leave, though? What about Obi-Wan?" she kept her voice down, although you were alone, the hallways of the temple were known for echoing even the gentlest whispers into the air.

Obi-Wan....

"I'll be fine on my own, and I can still see him as long as I remain on Coruscant," you explained. This half-assed plan was not very well thought out, and to be quite frank, you were making it up as you went. You were never impulsive, always thinking things through and finding the best solution, but here you stood, lightsaber in hand, about to throw it all away.

"You would never get to be with him the way you are now. Think about this, it doesn't sound like you."

"It doesn't sound like you either, Ahsoka. If you leave now, you'll be on your own. If I come with you, we might make an easier time of it," whether this be the will of the force or not, you had the urge to go, to turn and never look back.

She was conflicted. It would be nice to start over in the galaxy separate from the Jedi, and if someone was there to navigate the new territory with her, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad... but she knew it was selfish to want you to leave with her. You were being impulsive, and dull minded with making such a quick decision. She knew there was only one way to get you to stay, and though it would hurt to say goodbye, she wanted you to keep going on your path, the one that would lead you to greatness.

"Talk to him," she said sincerely, nodding towards the council room which had yet to adjourn. "If you decide to leave, I'll be in the alley by the station till tonight. If you don't show, I'll know you chose to stay with him."

She turned without another word and walked away. The doors to the council room opened, and Anakin ran after her, but you stayed put, thinking about how you would even bring this up to your Master.

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Barbarian 2022 Thoughts

Spoilers and TW: Incest, Rape, Police being Useless

First off, this was one of the most unsettling horror movies I’ve seen in a long, long time.  I had to keep pausing the video and looking away to get passed some of these scenes.  But onto a more analytical note, I think it’s very interesting how men in the story think of themselves as a good person, not by comparing themselves to the best, but by comparing themselves to the worst. 

Keith is the best man Tessa encounters (save for Andre), but he’s still kinda pushy and creepy and needs validation at the expense of Tessa’s comfort.  He thinks he’s a good person.  He may be dismissive of Tessa’s concerns and needy, but he’s not one of those creepy, rapey guys.

You know, guys like AJ who definitely ARE one of those creepy rapey guys.  He is a confirmed sexual predator in the movie, but even he thinks of himself as a good guy, because his definition of “rape” doesn’t match what he did to that girl.  He pressured her, again and again, coerced her until she finally gave in.  In his own words she “took some convincing.”  But because he didn’t grab her by the hair and shove her down and rape her, it doesn’t count.  

Even AJ reacts in horror to what Frank did to those girls, which was a much more classical idea of what rape is.  He kidnapped women and kept them in his basement and filmed himself sexually assaulting them as they screamed and cried and begged him to stop.  Going so far as to impregnate these women and then continue this cycle of abuse with his own children for who knows how many generations.  

AJ is able to think of himself as a good guy, because he isn’t a Frank.  And Keith is able to think of himself as a good guy, because he isn’t an AJ.  I’m pretty sure Frank knows he’s evil, and just doesn’t care.  It goes to show how narrow definitions of what “counts” as sexual assault allows supposedly lesser forms of crime to perpetuate themselves, because if your actions don’t fit some narrative scenario, then it doesn’t count.  You did nothing wrong. 

The problematic nature of narrative is also shown in how the police handle Tessa’s accusations of being held captive.  She calls the police in a frantic state, as anyone just having escaped a nightmare would be.  She’s in dirty, weeks old clothes, disheveled and scared.  They think she’s a addict describing some hopped up solution.  They refuse to help her or even investigate the house, leaving after getting a call about gunshots across town. 

There’s this idea of the “perfect victim” in abuse cases.  A wilting flower that merely excepts the violence done to her and never tries to fight back.  A completely innocent person in a violent, toxic scenario.  Only then can sympathy be cast upon her.  Any transgression from this ideal gives way to backlash and criticism.  “You should’ve known better.”  “You should’ve fought back.”  “If he was really so bad, why didn’t you leave?”  “You hit him back?  You’re also an abuser.”  Etc, etc.  And because Tess doesn’t fit this narrative of a perfect, wilting flower, her accusations aren’t taken seriously.  Of course, there’s a wider issue of women’s accusations not being taken seriously, but I think the racial element comes into play as well.

Andre, the homeless man Tessa originally called the cops on, tried to warn her about the Mother in the basement.  If even the homeless know what’s going on in that house, I’d hazard to guess the entire neighborhood knows what’s going on in that house.  The Mother does, after all, come out at night, so she must’ve been spotted by others in the 40 years she’s been alive.  You’d think the story “Multi-Generational Incest Monster Terrorizes Locals” would make headlines if it were reported.  You’d think someone would report it!!  You’d think anyone with a conscience would tell the police that bad things were happening to women in that house.  But even if they never tried, I can’t blame them.  I don’t think the police would’ve taken them seriously.  

The area Tessa is renting the AirBnB from is mentioned to her would-be employer, who immediately reacts with shock and concern.  The neighborhood is known for being dangerous, but obviously not because of the Mother.  Because it’s a predominantly black neighborhood in a bad part of the city.  Of course, it wasn’t always this way.  Flashbacks show the same neighborhood as a picturesque suburb only a few decade prior, when it was a white neighborhood.

The film even makes a commentary about “white flight” as one of the neighbors tells Frank they’re leaving because the community is going to hell in a handbasket, implied to be that the racial demographic of the suburb is changing.  We also hear on the radio the recent election of President Ronald Reagan, who is infamous for so many things, but most pertinent here was the war on drugs which destroyed a lot of black communities and families through over-harsh policies and policing and also literally introducing crack into black populations. 

We’re shown how society has left this neighborhood to crumble and decay because of who lives inside it.  Police are often an antagonistic force in colored communities, but the negligence can be equally as harmful.  Tessa tries to call the police on Andre, but she’s informed there’s no available units to come to her aid.  I don’t know if the film was trying to imply this or if I’m just projecting, but honestly I think the Operator was just lying to her.  I think there were units available, but they just wouldn’t “waste” them sending them to THAT part of town. 

My mother is Latina, not black, but she grew up in a very rough part of San Diego.  And she described to me how she saw from her window a woman faint on the street.  She seemed to be having a medical emergency.  She called the police, and 20 minutes passed.  She called them again, and 30 minutes passed.  Finally, she calls them a third time saying, “I bet if I lived in a better part of the city, you’d have sent someone down already.  I’d bet you’d actually care if it was someone who didn’t live here.”  And finally after an hour, somebody shows up.  

The police treat “bad” neighborhoods as low-priority.  Their concerns and fears are not worth addressing.  Their word is not to be taken seriously.  So Tessa’s reports and the assumed community’s knowledge of the Mother goes in one ear and out the other. 

It was a really good film.  I would suggest it if you can stomach it.  

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[deathinfeathers]

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[hjellacott]

forgot to mention this stuff in the other ask, but I think that, yes women definitely have lots of problems, but Stats prove society shows little mercy to men… and stats show women in particular do the same in causing this suffering with the support of society as a whole. Suicide stats, divorce and who benefits stats, sentencing and length of sentences for the same crimes, custody of children, and the list continues.  Men’s mental health only just became relevant recently but there have always been help programs for women. Women get into careers and schools/universities because of DEI and quotas + affirmative action whereas men have no such thing. I’m no woman hater but men get shafted by society and women in particular too 

I think statistics really depend on year and country and specific departments and as a former psychology student, I know the way of making statistics can be very subjective sometimes, so I'd have to look at specifics. But in general, I think men are shown A LOT of mercy. To put for example the country where I'm from. In my country, a bunch of teenage boys murdered a teenage girl who was the ex of one of them. Of all those boys, most ended-up in other countries, and only one was sentenced and imprisoned, while the girl's body hasn't ever been found (and this was ages ago). More recently, my country has had several cases of men gang-raping women. Not women gang-raping men. And the sentences have always been quite lenient, you're out in a little over a decade, even in cases where there wasn't just rape, but also murder, or where the victim was underage. The only place I can think of where women might have a slight "advantage" is when deciding child custody, that it tends to go to the woman, but that is only because with the huge rates of men not giving a fuck about their children and abandoning them, women are traditionally more trustworthy to lovingly raise their children, not to mention you'd be surprised by the amount of cases in which the man, in a divorce of a heterosexual couple with children, does not want their children more than in the weekends. Like, it's happened in my own extended family, seen with these eyes. As there are also many cases where the man is considered unfit for sole custody (long working hours, or poor salary, or just mentally/economically/skillfully unfit, or worse, violence and abuse) or where they start of with an equal agreement and in the end the man is neglecting his kids so much that he loses his share. And even when violent men are stripped of custody, I know my own country is quite lenient with that too. For example, there's the case of a female friend of mine, who as a child was for years sexually abused by her father, who was violent to her, her mother, and her little brother. The situation ended-up in prison and the father lost custody and was in prison for about a couple of decades or so, before being allowed out. And for as long as my friend and her brother were underage, they were forced by social services to spend time with their father in the company of a social worker who apparently sucked for what I heard, and they were subjected to verbal abuse by their father in these occasions - and still, even my friend who was raped by him, the kids were forced by law to continue with these visits, that left my friend's brother a clinically diagnosed psychopath (poor thing had to continue going long after my friend was an adult and no longer going, because of the age difference, and my friend wasn't allowed to accompany him), and that truly wrecked them, purely on the basis that the man had a right to see his children by law. So from where I stand, if you're a man, you can be literally convicted for sexual abuse of your own family and you'll still have your every right and very little time in prisons that in my country are more like hotels. A woman, on the other hand, loses her sanity in the best case scenario, and her life in the worst.

[self-loving-vampire]

If I'd told you that I attempted to rape my own sister in what was most likely a dissociative episode or something like it (I don't know if that was the case) at the age of 13, that I've had bizarre sexual impulses before or since, that even outside of that I have a history of violent and impulsive behavior, would you think differently of me?

I think even if you had been some kind of dictator what I said remains true to me.

I don't think it's a good thing when anyone suffers or dies, even when they have done truly bad things. At best it can be a necessary evil in something like a self-defense situation or some other scenario where such people have their intentions foiled (for example, I still feel no sympathy when abusive parents feel miserable after their children vanish from their lives, since I see that as the morally correct outcome).

You realize that what you did is wrong and feel regret for it. I think it is likely possible to be a better person than you are now, and that would be much better than torturing or killing yourself.

Saving the good in someone trumps punishing the bad in someone, as Past Me would say.