#this is like what you eat in my country as a child mainly but even as an adult it’s sooo normal

[delta-piscium]

butter on sandwiches poll reminded me of the ketchup on pasta thing so

reblog with where you’re from and your answer

#giving u options to be more or less judgmental #people tell me it’s not a thing but like isn’t it?? ISNT IT?? #this is like what you eat in my country as a child mainly but even as an adult it’s sooo normal #very normal to have like macaroni and either meatballs or cut up and fried hot dogs and ketchup like that’s a standard lunch #and so normal I assumed this was what everyone did? like ketchup on pasta right? #my post #poll

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Din let's out a little more than he should

A/N: Hello lovelies,

Well hello gorgeous people, I'm posting this earlier than usual because I'm going to get my hair did and then I'm busy. Last day of vacation before I go back to work on Monday. Unfortunately, I didn't get as far with my writing as I wanted to during my vacation. Mainly because I was enjoying reading, sleeping and chilling way too much. But it's all good, because things are brewing in this head of mine.

Hope everyone has an amazing first 2024 weekend.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: tension, accusation of using someone, dealing with anxiety, misdirected anger, I think that's about it, if I miss any warnings please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER TWO

My eyes glanced over Din one more time before I turned back to focus on Gorgu. 

Truthfully, I’d been surprised when he agreed to leave Grogu and I here, especially since it hadn’t even been a month since I joined them. 

However, he reminded me that a neighbour, a good one, was the difference between life and death out here in God’s country. It was a phrasing Din made sure to repeat at least twice a day since I joined him on the ranch, to help me realize and understand why having neighbours you could count on made all the difference. Seeing him willing to take off and help his neighbour simply reinforced his strong sentiment.

Kuiil no doubt appreciated the help from Din, especially when he almost lost his livelihood, because his flock of sheep took off, it was something that could’ve been detrimental to him.

I understood why he had to leave, but seeing as I was still new in taking care of his own livestock, granted it was only two horses, a nerf and nunas, it was still nerve wracking to be responsible to look after them. Din was gracious enough to write out detailed instructions on what needed to be done during the time he was away, which eased my anxiety somewhat, and really he wasn’t in the mood to have a tete-a-tete when he gave me the instructions, he was too annoyed and upset to discuss if he should or shouldn’t leave.

There was not much to discuss anyways when he still had that same attitude, I ignored his comment about Grogu’s lunch and paid attention to the adorable child eating his pancakes. 

“That’s no fun, right Grogu? Having the same lunch twice in a row?”

“Yup, Annie”

He wasn’t exactly comfortable around me, despite the amount of time we had spent together, but he was slowly opening up. He stopped hiding behind his father whenever he saw me, which was a huge step forward. He even liked it when I sat beside him during meal times. However, during the two days Din was away, I did notice he started to answer my questions more, which I believe was slowly helping us to grow more comfortable around each other.

“Okay, how about …” I looked in the fridge quickly, “how about a grilled cheese with veggies and fruits for tomorrow? Sounds good?” I asked as I took a seat beside him, eating my breakfast, as well.

He simply nodded as he ate his pancake, humming contentedly as we both danced while we ate, it wasn’t the best etiquette to have at the kitchen table, but if it allowed him to open up more to me and feel more comfortable, I was willing to do the little things I could.  

“You don’t have to do that.” 

Din’s miserable voice washed over them, as his eyes glanced from Grogu to Ann overtop his mug. He didn’t know why but something about her was starting to irritate him, or maybe it was just the exhaustion he felt from helping Kuiil round up his wayward sheep that was making her more irritable than usual. Either way, he wasn’t in the mood for her happy persona or the fact she somehow grew closer to Grogu while he was away.

“Do what?” 

I asked as I finished my tea and breakfast. I grabbed the empty plates and took them to the sink. He still hadn’t answered my question, as I packed up Grogu’s lunch that I made the previous night. I double checked Grogu’s backpack as I put his lunch bag inside, making sure he had everything ready for class, “Grogu, where’s your homework?”

“Grogu, get your homework” Din stated as he motioned with his head for his son to leave. His annoyance was at an all time high and he wasn’t able to hold back any longer. 

“Patu?” Grogu tilted his head as he shrunk back a little into himself. He knew his father could have a temper, though it was rarely seen, but somehow Grogu felt he may have done something wrong. 

Din noticed Grogu’s reaction, he leaned over and ruffled Grogu’s hair, and cupped his son’s cheek reaffirming that he was fine. He gave him a subtle smile, “It’s alright buddy, just get your stuff.” 

He watched as Grogu nodded and headed off, leaving him and Ann alone in the kitchen. There was something he needed to make very clear with her, and he didn’t want his son having to listen in to this particular conversation. As soon as Grogu was out of ear shot, he took the opportunity focusing his glare at Ann.

“Listen, I’m going to say this once and only once. I appreciate your help Ann. I’ll admit since you joined things have been going smoother, and I appreciate that you stepped up when I had to be away, but there’s something you need to keep in mind”

Silence filled the kitchen as I looked at him, there was something about the way he was keeping himself constrained that made me get my back up. I’m not sure what exactly triggered him or made him so irritable, but I felt as though I just walked through a minefield. Somehow, I was very close to setting him off, the wrong word or question and it seemed as if his self-control would evaporate. I took a deep breath and pushed away my nerves. Keeping my voice steady as I locked eyes with him.

“What’s that?”

“You’re. Not. His. Mother.” 

Din’s voice was laced with warning as his hand clenched around his fork, “You’re here to help, got that! So don’t use my son to try and get close to me. Understood!” 

As soon as those last words left his mouth, he saw how taken aback she was, and for a split second, he could have sworn there was a look of utter pain and disgust across her face.

My hands clenched around Grogu’s backpack, it took all of my strength, all of my patience, every last ounce within me, not to recoil or run away. For the first time since my ex, I actually wanted to yell at someone for saying something stupid and accusing me with an ulterior motive. In my head, I screamed, ‘WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING!’ But at this point, it wouldn’t have helped either of us. I took a moment, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and counted to ten to steady my nerves and quell the beginnings of anger in my heart. 

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[imsorryimlate]

How I have lived I hardly know; many times have I stretched my failing limbs upon the sandy plain, and prayed for death. But revenge kept me alive; I dared not die, and leave my adversary in being.

(vol. III, chapter 7)

This, Victor wanting to die but staying alive for revenge, is such a perfect mirror to this line from Adam:

For some days I haunted the spot where these scenes had taken place; sometimes wishing to see you, sometimes resolved to quit the world and its miseries for ever.

(vol. II, chapter 8)

Adam expresses two wishes: to see Victor, and to die.

At first, his wish to see Victor is one of hope for companionship (mainly from the second creature he wants Victor to build, but underneath that is a wish for companionship from Victor himself, even if Adam rightly recognises from Victor’s notes that he has already rejected him), but at this point, his wish is to make sure Victor suffers. Either way, they both have the exact same fate; each other, or death.

(As an aside, I find it interesting that I haven’t seen people – myself included! – mentioning Adam being suicidal, while discussing Victor’s suicidal tendencies at length… charitably, I will chalk it up to the pov)

The rest of the quotes will be from vol. III, chapter 7, so I won’t write it out.

The laughter died away: when a well-known and abhorred voice, apparently close to my ear, addressed me in an audible whisper—"I am satisfied: miserable wretch! you have determined to live, and I am satisfied."

[…] sometimes he himself, who feared that if I lost all trace I should despair and die, often left some mark to guide me. The snows descended on my head, and I saw the print of his huge step on the white plain. […] Sometimes, indeed, he left marks in writing on the barks of the trees, or cut in stone, that guided me, and instigated my fury. "My reign is not yet over," (these words were legible in one of these inscriptions); "you live, and my power is complete. Follow me; […] Come on, my enemy; we have yet to wrestle for our lives;

Adam might say that he’s satisfied by Victor’s determination to stay alive, but that’s obviously not the truth. He needs Victor to follow him, to pursue him. He isn’t trying to escape; he leaves Victor clues on where to find him. Perhaps because he knows that the hatred and the quest for revenge are the only things keeping Victor alive; why else would he mock him like that?

But there is something else too. What’s that quote, about hiding from God the way a child hides, in the hope of being found. The chase is the closest thing Adam has to a human connection. He has to keep running and has to keep making Victor chase him, because it’s the closest thing to companionship he’ll probably ever have. If he escaped, he’d be alone again, forever. If he let Victor catch up with him, he’d be forced to kill him, and be alone again, forever. So he runs, hoping to be pursued. He hides, hoping to be found.

Sometimes, when nature, overcome by hunger, sunk under the exhaustion, a repast was prepared for me in the desert, that restored and inspirited me. The fare was indeed coarse, such as the peasants of the country ate; but I may not doubt that it was set there by the spirits that I had invoked to aid me. Often, when all was dry, the heavens cloudless, and I was parched by thirst, a slight cloud would bedim the sky, shed the few drops that revived me, and vanish.

"You will find near this place, if you follow not too tardily, a dead hare; eat, and be refreshed."

One inscription that he left was in these words: "Prepare! your toils only begin: wrap yourself in furs, and provide food, for we shall soon enter upon a journey where your sufferings will satisfy my everlasting hatred."

But this….. I’m obsessed with this. Adam makes sure that Victor stays alive, feeds him and instructs him to clothe himself appropriately. He is becoming Victor’s caretaker. And Victor accepts the food, and the instructions. But he attributes them to the “good spirit” as much as he can; some things, like the cloud or the dreams he mentions that revive him, sure. Those can be aid from the good spirit. But Adam’s help comes from Adam. Victor cannot accept that help, so in order to be able to accept it, he has to attribute it to the good spirit. It’s a kind of wilful blindness.

(The annotations have a whole thing about the good spirit being an evil spirit, connected to one of P.B. Shelley’s poems. Very interesting!)

And hm… I don’t know how to word this exactly. The annotations make a whole thing about Victor killing animals and Adam being a vegetarian, and how that might have been a moral judgment from Shelley (with her household being vegetarian), because Victor is killing innocent animals to fuel his quest for revenge on someone killing innocent humans.

But I noted that there was no comment on the fact that Adam kills animals for Victor. If Adam is a vegetarian for “moral” reasons rather than just convenience, it would mean he’s trespassing on his own morals to keep Victor alive. And likewise, Victor is trespassing on his own morals by accepting the food Adam provides, just to stay alive. Their enmity has become a partnership; they are working together to make sure Victor stays alive in order to continue the chase, the quest for revenge, the destruction of one or both of them.

I’m obsessed. Completely obsessed.

#frankenstein weekly #frankenstein #meta #i have more to say but i feel like my eyeballs are vibrating in my skull so i should probably go outside and get some fresh air #my meta

[rokirokiro]

Scaramouche headcanon

Modern AU, highschool AU

cw : mention of mommy issues, he's a meanie so he himself is a warning too, terrible English (not my country language and I'm bilingual), no proofread (is this how you spell it)

he's Ei's first child, and Raiden Shogun as his little sister, and her second.

VERY VERY smart but also VERY VERY arrogant.

calls his classmates by their grades.

"woi, 55! Shut the hell up."

he always gets the first in everything- every subject, school ranks, sports.. you name it. he's basically good at everything

definitely smirk in front of everyone when his name escaped from the teachers mouth (highest mark)

if someone has the same mark or surpassed him he'll definitely give them a DEADLY glace the whole day until that person feels the shiver even at home, and even before going to bed and sleep.

he DEFINITELY hate teaching someone about anything and people around him DEFINITELY avoid asking help from him too mainly because of his snappy demeanour, even if it's super hard questions.

eat lunch by himself, does everything by himself. if a teacher assigned group project for his class he will show up at the teacher's office and DEMAND an individual project and he definitely won't change his mind about it.

he doesn't, maybe like NEVER in many years, engage in gaming entertainment. he doesn't play games since he wants to focus on his studies to impress Ei (she usually keep on track on Shogun and he kinda feel left out and it make him pretty upset but he doesn't show it though,, despite his icy cold attitude he's actually pretty fragile around his mam "( perfectionist and mommy issues things).

despite being the BEST of the BEST, he would usually skip his club activities and speaking of club,, he picked the club with the least members and less activities because he doesn't want to communicate. he doesn't think school clubs are important AT ALL.

somehow he wears his uniform pretty decently- tie placed nicely and he even tugged his shirt too because he doesn't want to ruin his perfect achievements with some dress code crap (he doesn't care about discipline and attitude though what a weirdo)

his days of absence are very predictable too. school celebration? absent. the firefighters coming to demonstrate the usage of extinguisher and crap? oh his table is pretty dusty today. motivational speech? no need to say much, he disappeared to thin air already, never even appear at that very day.

he only comes when it's a normal day of studying and something that benefits him though.

he definitely participate in many sports competition. THIS MAN IS COMPETITIVE AF. prayers for his rivals.

man doesn't talk to his sister at school unless it's necessary (probably a year or two difference or so..).

back to the sports competition, he's the hope athlete of whatever house he is. he always win every competition he take part of- and always gets number one too! own a lot of golden medals but he pretty much abandon them at his house's store because he don't think they're enough :(

in races like 200x4,, he will definitely shout at the person which is his teammate, behind him to run faster.

"don't run like some snail at summer, press your feet and run faster you stupid!"

if his team doesn't won then (haha) prepare for missiles of insults and deadly glares from the Scaramouche himself because he won't ever forgive them for being such losers (according to him).

will definitely remember their names forever, you can't run from this man. if they were placed in a team with him again he will definitely object and tell the teacher to switch the participant with someone else because they're 'slow and useless.'.

athlete of the year.

will purposely wear it when he arrive at home to show them off to Ei, secretly hoping for some recognitions.

(she will definitely praise him no worries haha she just won't go overboard with the praises).

man definitely become tomato and reply with a

"...thanks"

and run to his room. he at least got some congrats from his mam. the attention he always wanted but definitely isn't enough.

and is definitely why he likes sports day! he can compete with people and make fun of them, plus getting some nice comments from his mam too. a fine day in a boring year!

have a small group of,, not friends but definitely a group he can at least fit himself in. consist of the annoying talkative next class boy named Childe and a bratty girl next class named La Signora and others that called the Fatui.

have I touched about his favorite subject? it's definitely science, especially astronomy! he like studying stars and meteorites! (if he's in Puroseka his unit is definitely Leoni try to change my mind). gets 90-100 in science literally.

pretty quiet in class, open mouth whenever he think is necessary.

teachers best student but

Note : I'll definitely continue this soon, well, actually this is just a test. but I had fun writing it. it's my first fanfiction I've ever posted btw, thanks for reading anyway :)

I'll include romance between him (and other characters) and reader in the future.

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin fanfic

[toxooz]

Some of your posts mention elf recipes, are elves just animals or are they sentient people?

oh sweet jesus here i go again skskSKSKS RIGHT SO to prevent a "freak supports cannibalism!!!" scandal or some shit it was just this post

it was just a dark humor banter between them since their humor does get pretty dark when they're around each other BUT yeah elves are sentient beings and where Ollie is from in his orc community they did eat elf sometimes mainly as a treat as in if they successfully killed a stray elf or something bc of the whole "Elf vs Orc" thing going on over there where they were battling n ambushing eachother left and right (im sure Ollie's momma had to stuff baby Ollie in her War Bra™ for a long nap while she fought in a few battles bc she couldn't find a babysitter in time lmfao) but yeah in that area of the world it was pretty common for orcs to just fukkin eat an elf or even eachother bc i mean cmon they're orcs they can be brutish and harsh which is what Ollie grew up with. Ollie's been welding weapons of war since he was like 4, even killed a few elves as a child and ate some too bc well that's what ya did!! Despite being a lil runt half orc he still took after his momma where he would love to hunt and try to kill things to be "Big n Bad". In fact I feel like him and Ponti were honestly very similar as children which is why they were able to connect to each other so strongly after all the Drama was settled but like the skull in Nubbogs enclosure is an elf skull that Ollie harvested as a kid (spider warning) :

or like these bones in Ollie room some of them are probably elf bones lets b real:

bUT ANYWAY my theory is basically since there are more carnivorous designed monsters in this world (ie. sharp teeth, eyesight, behaviors, Ponti is literally solely made from carnivore DNA, ect.) i feel like cannibalism and that of the sort is probably more common as a whole as opposed to our world where the only humanoids are well *us* and we're omnivores with plenty of food options so cannibalism Should Not be common if u get my drift??? Whether it be an act of survival that eventually turned into tradition with some of the monster species or what have you but in some parts of the world that's just how it is lmfao. However it is banned in a good amount of places as well like the country that the skate sqaud is in now ofc any cannibalism of the sort is strictly banned so that's why Ollie is a ''''civil man''''' now as in now if he saw an elf just out he's obv just going to leave them alone. I'm sure after being raised in that environment he still might have urges, but they just show up in the form of intrusive thoughts like if he's standin in line in the grocery store maybe he'll think 'i can just maul this guys head off like a lion who's gunna stop me' which he ofc doesn't pursue and shuts down immediately lmfao in fact that might be why the whole Religious Horrors Beyond Comprehension was as traumatic as it was for him bc maaaybe it hit him that the elves he killed and ate as a kid were souls with wills and lives 🤔🤔🤔 who knows I'll still think on that one BUT yeah long story short elves are sentient beings as complex as any but did get eaten and it's honestly to add another layer of unnerving reality of Yes Ollie is a big huggable morally gray sweetheart But he Has eaten people before and he Could maul somebody like a rabid lion if it weren't for the laws of this land sO that was just a bone tossed at the grim fact that:

#its thier gallows humor ig lmfao #ANYWAY THIS IS SO LONG AND FOR WHATTTT #cannibalism #tw cannibalism #cannibalism tw #SORRY YALL AHAAAAAA #i promise i dont have some weird thing abt cannibalism i just like to wriggle my grimy paws into weird reality aspects of the monster world #esp since i love to give so many of my ocs sharp teeth and other predatory genetics i Gotta try and make sense of it

[euryalex]

headcanon time!!! what is tara’s favourite food? what is wylls favourite food? which one of them prefers to cook for the both of them? and any other food related thoughts you have!!!

THANKS 😭

First of all, I think Wyll - after being banished from the city - grows to really love typically Baldurian meals. Like a specific meal made at the Elfsong Tavern, for example. Anything that reminds him of home. But that doesn't mean he hasn't grown to love food from other places he's visited. For some reason I see him associating memories he likes with food - for example something can remind him of a nice time with his father, or a moment he shared with a family he just saved.

Tara, for a decade, had to eat what was on the table or starve so she never really thought of a favourite food. She can barely remember what her parents used to cook. But she can remember the first food she ate once she was free - kinda. It was her first night in the wilderness with the others and Gale had just made a meal that he thought was merely acceptable. Tara thought it was the best thing she ever ate.

I also think Wyll would be the head chef when it comes to cooking. Tara can make some smaller things like... Well. Salads, maybe. So she's here to be Wyll's assistant (she's just her pretty self who occasionally distracts Wyll-) She does learn to cook, mainly because she needs to take care of herself while Wyll is in Avernus, plus she also has to take care of Yenna. But hey, they're both still alive!

Plus a small sidenote! I don't know about other cultures/countries, because this kinda relies on a type of restaurant that's very typically Belgium, BUT there'd definitely be one day in the week where they eat something unhealthy - the Faerûn equivalent of McDonald's, basically. In Belgium, as a child, we'd have fries on a Friday - not because of the pun but because I'd have dance class in the evening so my parents would drive to a nearby restaurant and order takeout instead of cooking.

If Yenna ever visits from time to time during Wyll x Tara's epilogue (which is when Yenna is in her twenties and Arlys, Wyll x Tara's son, around 10 years old), she'd definitely visit on those cheat-days xD

#long post #this got long oops #im still thinking about that lasagna sorry #i also dont know many baldurian foods so i had to open my game #realize i don't have many camp supplies left and panic #close my game :) #ANYWAY THANK U SO MUCH!! LOVE U!!!! #OC: Tara #x: witchblade

[overdevelopedglasses]

Tojoctober Day 28 - Inferno

(You can take all you want, but not who I am)

Alt title is from “The Darker the Weather//The Better the Man” by MISSIO

Ryo Aoki confronts his Tojo contact one last time. His goal: get them to sell out the Tojo.

(Like A Dragon spoilers, mainly about Aoki)

—------------------------------

The streets of Kamurocho are loud as always, as I discreetly walk into alleyway after alleyway. The local thugs take one look at me and think twice, as I'm never bothered on these strolls, unlike many other pedestrians I see. Even through my disguise, people recognize I walk with power.

That's what happens when you're the governor of Tokyo.

I round the corner onto Pink Alley, and spot a very familiar man, smoking a cigarette and leaning against the alley wall.

One of the few men left in this city that makes my stomach drop.

But these are the obstacles I have to overcome in order to achieve complete control.

I run a hand through my hair, adjust my glasses, and step slightly louder than usual, drawing the attention of my father.

"Governor." He bows, and the pit in my stomach lessens slightly. He puts his cigarette out on one of the community ashtrays.

"Arakawa-san." I bow in return. "This is your choice of establishment?"

"It's out of the way, perfect for an incognito governor and a yakuza patriarch." 

"Very well."

My father opens the door to the establishment, and holds it open. As I walk through, I grip the door and push it slightly more open, giving him a bit of a glare as I pass. 

I focus my attention on the interior of the restaurant proper, and look around. I feel my father step up to my side. 

"Just pick a booth. I'll worry about the food." He walks past me and up to the counter. He gives what I assume is a friendly wave to the chef, who enthusiastically greets him.

I slide into a booth that's in the corner, away from all of the other patrons. With a quick glance, it's obvious that no one is paying me any mind, let alone recognizing me.

Pays not to wear a suit sometimes.

My father takes the seat across from me after a few seconds, throwing another smile my way.

“I remembered your ramen order. Extra broth and noodles, right?"

“That wasn’t necessary," I bite back. I've always hated being doted on. 

Too bad that's the love language of half the damn country.

The ramen arrives a minute later, the steam from the broth fogging up my glasses in a snap. I take them off, wiping them absent-mindedly on my sweater.

“How are you handling everything with AD-9?" Arawaka asks, putting something in his mouth after finishing his sentence, I can't tell exactly what.

I put my glasses on my face, the details of the world coming back into view. 

“That's not my direct jurisdiction," I remind him, "but from the looks of everything, it's being handled smoothly. We're already deep in the process of choosing another Vice Minister of Health." 

I stab a piece of pork with a chopstick. “But enough of idle chit-chat. You know why I asked for you, father." I lower my voice, as to not alert the restaurant to my dead identity.

Arakawa sighs, putting noodles into his mouth, chewing and swallowing before responding.

“Masato… how confident are you in your plan?" he asks. I scoff at his inquiry.

“Immensely. It's going to change Kamurocho, no, Tokyo, for the better. The people will be safer, and have me to thank for it.” I put the piece of pork I stabbed into my mouth, along with some noodles. At least the food is good.

“You’re confident enough that you think you’ll wipe us all out? People who have cared for you since you were a child?”

“Why does that matter? You’re living in the gray anyway. I’d much rather you finally pick a side to be on.” I narrow my eyebrows at him, and eat some more of my ramen when he doesn’t respond immediately.

“What about Ichiban?” I hear my father ask.

I swallow the last of my noodles. “He isn’t here.” I retort. Why’s he bringing up that guy?

I see Arakawa’s eyes soften as he finishes drinking his broth, “Yes, he’s not. But are you going to deny him a home once he’s released? After everything he’s done for you?”

“Maybe he can come work for me once he gets out,” I smirk, placing my empty ramen bowl back onto the table. Wouldn’t be a bad idea to not turn away a man of his talent, if he hasn’t wasted away in jail.

“This isn’t a healthy way to pursue power, Masato!” his voice rising slightly at my name.

“Shut up.” I growl. He’s clearly getting senile in his old age.

I watch my father put his face in his hands and sigh deeply.

“As much as I wanted this to be some family bonding time, it seems I was mistaken.”

He sits up, and puts on a smile. Only I can see that it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I’ll think about your offer, Aoki-san. Expect a word from my men shortly.”

Arakawa puts some money on the table to pay for the meal, and stands up, passing by my seat. I feel him whisper into my ear, and I have to strain slightly to hear what he says. 

“You are about to start an inferno, son. Take care to not get burned.”

I hear his footsteps recede, and I chuckle to myself before standing up, placing money of my own onto the table. Does he know who he's talking to? I'm not a child anymore. I'm a leader of the damn country. 

If I’m really starting an inferno, then so be it. 

At least I'm the one holding the lighter.

#tojoctober #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #rgg #yakuza like a dragon #ryo aoki #masumi arakawa #masato arakawa #masato was HARD to write but very fun and different! #he was such a fun villain especially for ichiban and LaD #i wish he lived the events of the game :( #I'm so here for redemption!masato

[nikoldragonne12]

Midnight’s Pack (my own universe) - info

Basics:

The world of “Midnight’s Pack” (which is a title of my main story) is very similar to ours but they're not the same (similar to Pokemon series, The Sims games, etc.) - all customs, holidays, beliefs, countries, etc. are separated from those we know or have in our world.

Few things are the same there, for example names of seasons, months, zodiac signs etc.

Herbs, fruits, vegetables, non-magical animals, humans (and so on) also exist in this universe.

The planet has two moons: one of them gives more white/silver shine, while the other is more blueish purple. On the other hand, there's only one sun.

Humans know that magic exists but they usually don't bother with it. The magical species keep their powers away from humans’ eyes and the magical animals are shy and more distrustful towards the humans, so there are even those who believe there are no beings connected to magic anymore.

This is why the modern day and modern technologies could develop, as the humans believed they have to do something when they're unable to use magic.

Words “wizard”, “witch” or “spellcaster” are considered very rude in this universe, as they were used to insult these magical species - if you wanna refer to them, use a word “magic-sensitive people” or simply “sensitives”.

Rune language (their own, not ours) is considered a language of the wise ones/scientists/philosophers etc. (similar to how latin language is in our world) but it's actively taught in schools, meaning most of the beings know it. The runes aren't meant for speaking, as they're pretty difficult to speak with, only for writing and understanding it, so at school, the kids are taught how to recognise runes, how to write them and what they mean.

The whole world has one versatile language that all countries use (will be portrayed in English, so you can understand) - each country also has its own language, meaning children in this world are naturally raised as bilingual.

Both humans and magical species are aware of the magic that surrounds them.

The most common custom is that they thank magic before eating. They hold hands with people that will eat with them in a circle (if they're eating alone, they hold their own hands - it looks a little like they want to shake their own hand) and they thank to magic in their head (or out loud, it doesn't matter) for allowing and helping them to raise ingredients for their meal.

Both humans and magical species do it.

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The protagonists (+ some info about them):

William Desrosiers

William Desrosiers, mostly known as Liam or Willy, is a 16-year-old vampire from a very wealthy family. His grandfather Dorian, strict and cold, still didn't overcome a devastating death of his wife and a disappointment from one of his sons, started focusing more on his grandsons. And as Valerian, Liam’s older brother, the golden child of the family, got married and is currently waiting for the birth of a child, Willy became his grandfather's major focus. Dorian tends to compare his grandsons, much to the chagrin of William - this unfortunately feeds even more the wall that separates him from the family. What also doesn't help is that Sorren and Rosine, parents of Valerian and William, are barely around due to their work. And maybe the worst thing… Due to a lot of rules wealthy families like William’s have to follow, he's unable to say out loud what his real feelings and opinions are.

Liam is a kind-hearted, sensitive and creative young soul: a true, passionate artist who loves colors, drawing and painting. Unlike most artists, he usually makes his own material instead of buying it, mainly because of his sensitive skin.

Alexander Black

Alexander Black, better known as Alex, is a 15-year-old magic-sensitive boy from a big, loving family that runs a shop with herbs, fruit, vegetables and homemade products, including soaps, lemonades or even healing potions. Even if they're not the richest, both parents love all their eight children, including Alex, the youngest offspring. Although it looks like life is ideal, it isn't, actually: Alexander was born completely mute and was forced to learn non-verbal spells, so his magical potential wasn't wasted. However, non-verbal magic is very difficult, even for adults, thankfully, Alex's mother is a master of spells, including those Alex has to learn.

Alex, despite his muteness, is actually pretty lively, playful, curious, yet laid-back at the same time and he has a tendency to take photos of everything he considers interesting. This is actually his way he makes art: he takes amazing photos of different kinds - he's even able to climb a tall tree only to take the best-looking picture of a sunset.

Randall López

Randall López, called Randy by his loved ones, is a 15-year-old werewolf who's been raised by his uncle and aunt since his parents died in a car crash when he was just 4 years old. Despite all the support and love, he suffers from something all werewolves of his age have to face: unpredictable negative emotions, especially during full-moon nights. His greatest fear is that he will accidentally lose his temper and hurt his loved ones, either with a word, or worse, physically.

Randy puts on a rough, confident and carefree mask, yet his true personality is quite insecure, caring and gentle. He enjoys being outside, which is also connected to his sense of art: to learn more of self control, he started building small houses and statues from sticks, small rocks etc., which is appreciated not only by his friends and family, but by fairies and gnomes from the forests, as well.

Kim Anderson

Kim Anderson is a 15-year-old true shapeshifter: in my universe, it's a person who can completely change their appearance in every way they want to (unlike classic shapeshifters who can transform only into existing people, or animal shapeshifters who are able to transform into animals only). By anatomy, true shapeshifters’ sex is technically fluid, which can but doesn't necessarily have to be connected to their gender (the way they feel) - Kim identifies as a demiboy and uses “he/they” pronouns, though he/they don't mind when people mistake them for a boy.

Anyway, to their/his family background, Kim doesn't actually have one: his/their parents died when Kim was a baby and he/they didn't get along well with none of their/his foster parents. They/he is currently living in an orphanage but belongs to the group of those kids that aren't popular among the adults.

Kim is both a troublemaker who tends to tease the others but would never let the others hurt his/their friends. He/they are protective and honest, though talking isn't their/his only way to express his/their feelings. Kim is a talented poet whose writing amazes a lot of people around him/them.

Abigail Nightingale

Abigail Nightingale, mostly known as Abby or Abbs, is the lady of the group and a 16-year-old hybrid: her father is a werewolf and her mother is a vampire. Abby was raised by her dad only, as her mother is absent for unknown reasons - she's alive but the reason behind why she's gone, whether she left with a lover or divorced Abby's dad, remains unknown (mainly because Abby's dad, despite loving his daughter, refuses to talk about this topic). Abby feels very uncomfortable, especially because some people still point out her family background.

As a result, Abbs takes out her frustration through sarcasm and irony, striking back all people who annoys her. Like her four friends, she also has a way to make art: Abby is very talented in knitting and even proudly wears everything she made: sweaters, beanies, scarves, etc.

#own universe #fantasy #werewolf #vampire #wizard #shapeshifter #hybrid #story #friendship #school #five friends #character info #world info #own fantasy world

[bridgertonbabe]

Do you have any HCs on pregnant Sophie? Like any cravings, was she always really sick, were they all difficult. (I'm not talking about the fandom accepted ones like she's quite worked up 😉 or Violets birth nearly killed her) I imagine her having strong, odd cravings for mackerel or something unusual and that Benedict would constantly dote on her, rub her back, make sure she rests etc 😊

So my headcanons for pregnant Sophie include;

Every time they learn that Sophie is expecting, Benedict immediately fusses over her, trying to herd her to the bed or the sofa to rest and insisting she doesn't lift a finger or exert herself in anyway. Obviously Sophie pays no mind to his constant mothering, especially when she's so early on in her pregnancies and filled with plenty of energy. His coddling only ceases when Sophie reaches the stage of her pregnancy where she's getting very worked up and suddenly Benedict changes his tune, being more than happy to indulge his wife in exerting herself.

In the early stages of pregnancy one of Sophie's biggest moods is ravenous hunger and she indulges so much that she puts Colin to shame. She can eat her way through a tray of sandwiches without even noticing, will go for third helpings at mealtimes when normally she's perfectly full to go without seconds, and on one occasion Mrs Crabtree wondered what on earth had happened to the apple pie she had made only for Sophie to guiltily fess up that she ate it in it's entirety in one sitting.

Typically Sophie will walk down the country lanes to the nearby village with Mrs Crabtree to fetch odds and ends, but when she’s pregnant Benedict insists on going as well. In the village whenever they bump into people and stop to chat, Benedict’s arm is always wrapped around her with his fingers curled against her growing bump, the pride and joy that he’s bursting with rolling off of him in waves, leaving the villagers unable to deny just how much Mr. Bridgerton ardently adores his wife.

Towards the later stages of pregnancy Sophie is quick to tire out and has at least one nap throughout the day even though she stubbornly tries to resist it. Regularly she would keep Benedict company as he painted only for him to hear the tell-tale dull thud of her book slipping to the ground and looking to find his wife had dozed off in the chaise lounge. During the last few weeks Sophie would accept defeat and simply take herself off to bed and begin to nest ahead of the impending birth and though Benedict was satisfied that she was resting he’d miss having her potter around the house or sit with him in his studio, and consequently he’d simply slip into bed with her and simply hold his wife, cherishing and caressing her bump before their baby was born. 

In her first three pregnancies, Sophie not only confidently knew she would be having a boy each time but she had strongly hoped for sons over any daughters. Though her children had escaped her fate of being born bastards and though they would live comfortable lives with the Bridgerton surname attached to them, she knew men had far greater opportunities in life that women weren't afforded with, and it was mainly for this reason why she would have been happy to have borne only sons. She also hoped for boy after boy after boy because of how much she wanted to be surrounded by children in her husband's image, purely not content enough with the chestnut haired babies with crooked grins that she had already been blessed with. Sophie would have been more than satisfied with her three boys and after William she didn't intend to have a fourth child - but there was no way she could play dumb or ignorant to her husband's longing for a little girl, specifically a girl in Sophie's image with her curly blonde locks and her delicate features over the dominant Bridgerton ones. She saw the way he gazed at Daphne's daughters as they played with Simon, how envious he was when Anthony got a mini-Kate in Charlotte, and how reverentially he snuggled Posy's little girls as she was sure he envisioned cradling a baby girl of his very own. Though she had thought three would be her limit, Sophie knew she'd happily keep having Benedict's babies until they welcomed a girl. Throughout her fourth pregnancy Sophie had no gut feeling of whether they would be having another boy or a girl this time around, her stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of her husband being disappointed. She couldn't bear to let him down, not when he doted on her and loved her so much, as well as being the perfect father she had always wanted for her own children. "If you're not a girl, it wouldn't be the end of the world." she quietly said to her bump one day as she went for a stroll around the estate. "But I really hope and pray that you are. You will be the luckiest little girl in the whole wide world because your papa already loves you so very much. He's dreamed of you for years, you know. You will be his dream come true. The moment you are born you will have his entire heart in the palm of your tiny little hand. Of course you'll have my heart as well as your brothers, but your father's heart will be yours forever more. Now, I’d be more than happy if you were to have wavy chestnut hair and your father’s baby blue eyes... but to answer you papa’s greatest wishes I must implore you to inherit my hair or eye colour. Please resist the Bridgerton-ness as much as you can, but in all honestly, so long as you’re a happy, healthy, and beautiful little girl, I don’t suppose your father will mind who you take after.” She then smiled as her baby kicked against the hand she had resting on her growing belly, as if in agreement. “I appreciate you taking that all on board, Violet.” she hummed before setting back to the house as a gut feeling began to blossom deep down that this time around they would be welcoming the little girl Benedict had always longed for. 

#asks #bridgerton headcanon #sophie beckett #benophie

[chloeseyeliner]

(tw: religious trauma discussion)

i am going to open up a bit here, because anonymity gives you a ridiculous amount of confidence sometimes, one that my anxiety personally always regrets. anyway.

i was once again thinking about how many, maybe mainly and especially queer, people i read the posts of every day or people i have met in my life have religious trauma, in one way or another, to different extents. like i think i do. it's kind of ridiculous at this point.

i mean, on the one hand, it's good (however good this whole daily experience can be, anyway) to know you're not alone. to know that there are people out there in this world who have been through a similar or an even worse (although we should never ever compare traumatic experiences) thing and have come out of it, have... survived, have learnt how to live with it, etc.

however, it's not good. it's not okay to realise that somewhere, there is a ten-year-old child who is frightened to think "sinfully" because god is able to hear everything they think of and, as a result, they regulate their mindset according to an internalised law enacted by the priest whose speech they listen to carefully (because it's a sin not to) every time. it's not okay to realise a heavy gray cloud of guilt covers this same kid's mind whenever they don't "meet their religion's standards", whenever they curse, whenever they laugh because they are having a good time even though some saint died that day, whenever they don't "pray enough" during the day, whenever they don't "visit the mosque/synagogue/temple/church/etc. etc. enough", whenever they slightly doubt the so-called holy texts or their religious officials' words-especially these ones- because they don't really think it's nice to have less rights than a cishet white man etc. etc., whenever they walk or speak or eat or even breathe the "wrong way". and it becomes unbearable as this kid grows up.

it stays unbearable, even when they are an adult, because what will the others say? the others have created this religious, "right" version of me inside their minds and they will be disappointed. what if i am the one who's wrong? do i have to pray for that? to whom do i pray? do i believe in them still? do i? are they even real? and, if they are, do they hate me? was everyone who spoke about these... sinners speaking of me?

it's funny- not in that way, but i think you know what i mean- it's funny, because all these people who utter these words that make you feel like shit and think of the above, they are not "behaving accordingly" (whatever that means in any religion) in the first place. speaking from a queer, ex-orthodox christian's, still making an effort to get rid of all these racing thoughts, still growing into an adult surrounded by a religious environment (almost everything in this country is about church and christianity, believe me) perspective, it's all so sad and so infuriating. because, you know what? i believe jesus was a good guy. chill. never bothered or harassed anyone. maybe. just vibing. why do you bother me then?

this is becoming a very weird vent, so i'm going to stop here.

just, if this post ever reaches anyone, remember that you are not alone. you are loved. you are a fighter! you are doing great, i promise you! as for the other part, remember to be kind to other people. we don't have to believe in a god or many gods etc. and have to be kind in order to do that.

<3

#i recently had to attend a ceremony that took place in church #and i am really in my feels #so excuse me #tw religious trauma #religious trauma #also i am extremely sorry if i missed anything #i swear i am not arrogant #i was just in a rush #this post refers to all religions #vent #i think casey mcquinston writing about religion in their books #and especially i kissed shara wheeler #have helped me realise some stuff #and have made me feel less alone somehow #so highly recommended

[deusluxuria]

uhh fanfiction preview to hopefully motivate me to actually finish this dang thing

(Whole fic working title: "Upside Down")

(Excerpt name: "It is happening again.")

(Spoilers: Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6)

(Dio is a woman in this, and is named Dea)

(CW: Eating disorder implied, child abuse implied.)

~

[Vanessa and Jotaro are visiting Holly in Japan with baby Jolyne]

"Mom... Are you okay...?"

She wiped her tears. "It's just... I haven't seen you so happy since you were a little boy!"

My god...

I really was happy.

And then...

...it happened.

Him. The devil himself. That fucking nightmare, Sadao Kujo, showed up in the fucking doorway.

Fuck.

If only I had been seeing things. But if he had been a hallucination, he'd look a hell of a lot scarier. The way I pictured him. Who he really was; what Mom didn't have the slightest knowledge of, thank god.

"Mom... I thought you said dad would be away on tour for the whole month."

Even she looked annoyed, rising to her feet to Sadao's direction. "He didn't call me or anything..."

"No, I'll handle this," I told her. "Just stay inside."

Mom looked confused, obviously.

"We'll be right back, we just need to stop by the store..." I lied, holding Jolyne in one arm, and weaving my fingers tightly in Vanessa's hand.

Once we were outside and the door was shut behind us, I told Vanessa, "We need to get to the car. Fast."

"Hey." My dad called after us, "My next show is in Tokyo, so I thought I'd stop by to meet my grandchild!"

As soon as I got Jolyne set up in the car and closed the door, I went in with my teeth bared.

"Don't you fucking touch her!!" I roared. He jumped. "Stay the fuck away from her!!"

I had moved to the U.S. to get away from him.

Yes, it was mainly for Florida's marine biology program, but...

Of all the countries I could move to for school and where I knew the language, the states were the furthest from Japan.

And. Had I not moved there, I wouldn't have met Vanessa.

I told Noriaki before I moved that I had to get away from my father. He was upset, as I was his only friend in the whole country, but he understood.

He knew, just as well as I did, what my dad really was.

~

[jolyne is six]

[phone rings]

I was spending time with my family; what could be more important than that? I let it ring.

But then they called again.

Maybe it was an emergency?

Already fearing the worst, I stood up, crossed the room, and answered, "This is Jotaro Cantillo."

"This is Yorick, I'm an agent from the Speedwagon Foundation."

My heart sank. Nausea overtaking me.

It had to be bad news.

I turned towards the kitchen and watched Vanessa play with Jolyne.

"...Yes, what is it." I said flatly.

"We need your help. Even after Dea's defeat... It's happening again. We may have found more hostile Stand users. It may be that Dea's curse didn't die with her. We're afraid it's not over yet."

It is happening again.

It sunk in. What those words meant.

What they meant for my family.

My mind immediately flickered a scenario where, like what nearly happened in Egypt, I would see the ones I love slaughtered before my eyes.

My child daughter. My beloved wife. My dearest mother. Grandpa Joseph. Grandma Suzy. Jean. Mohammed. Noriaki.

The phone call meant... it was gone. All of it. The joy and the peace.

I would either watch them die, my wife and daughter... or I would abandon them to keep them safe.

Their happiness. Gone. Ripped away. And they wouldn't even know why.

The phone slipped out of my hand and clattered to the floor. But I couldn't move.

"...Jotaro...?" Vanessa called to me.

I couldn't speak.

"Jotaro??"

~

[driving away from home to the airport to japan]

Vanessa was calling me.

It had to be urgent. She knew I was on the road.

"Nessa...?" I answered.

"Jolyne is in handcuffs..." her voice shook.

Jolyne... is in handcuffs...?

"I didn't know what to do or who else to call. They said she tried to steal a car. But she's just a kid! And they put her in handcuffs!"

Fucking pigs. Fucking slimy, power-hungry pigs. Putting their hands on my fucking child.

"...Vanessa... Vanessa, you know this is life or death on my end..."

God, those weren't the words I wanted to say.

"Yes, I know! But... But I don't--... Please, just tell me; tell me it'll all be okay. I don't think I can do this..."

No. She couldn't. Her and Jolyne; they didn't deserve that. To be hunted by pigs and then abandoned.

I nearly crashed my damn car, I was so angry and desperate.

All I could fucking do was two words.

"...I'm sorry."

And I hung up.

It took me a while to start. But I could feel it swelling in me. The agony.

And then, two streets away, a horrible screech ripped out of my throat as the crying forced its way out.

I pulled over to the shoulder of the road.

I tapped my hands helplessly against the steering wheel as my mouth was open in a silent scream.

I brought my shaking hands up to my face, as if attempting to push the pain back in.

My sobbing broke through in a roar.

I cried harder than I ever had in my life.

Would I ever see them again!?

When I could... When I had the breath, I called her.

"Jotaro...?" Mom's voice came through. She already knew something was wrong.

"Mom..." I whimpered.

Would I ever see her again? Was that even safe for her?

~

Nothing will ever be as challenging as having a child.

Trying to make sure you're doing everything right and not harming them in any way. Trying to protect them from the world while also preparing them for it.

But nothing will ever be as rewarding.

Seeing her smile, hearing her laugh. Feeling her breath slow down when I hold her to comfort her when she cries. Every curious look at something new. Every time she makes a choice; what she wants to wear or what animal she wants to learn about first. Even seeing her eat, the simplest sign of life, is somehow the most wonderful thing I've ever seen.

Often, these things are enough to make me want to cry.

And the thing is... Nothing else is more important. Nothing matters to me more than her.

But the universe has decided that that's not allowed.

I wonder...

If I had let my mom die...

If I had made the family curse not my problem, and had let it end with her...

Would I have been able to stay?

Or would fate come for Jolyne next?

Was there ever a choice?

The thing is, it was supposed to be over.

I killed the problem.

But it had already left its mark around the Earth.

The curse's name was Dea.

She had limitless influence. Supposedly, because she had an electric personality. Like a cult leader. She could merely speak to someone and earn their devotion.

To the point where, years after her death, her followers would continue to kill for her and spread her influence, hypnotized.

Furthermore, nearly fifteen years after her downfall, I would learn she'd had children.

Only one of the four I heard about would end up being an arguably redeemable human being.

~

"How are you feeling right now...?" Mohammed asked.

"...Me...?" I shivered from the cold air snaking through my clothes and weaving through my bare bones. "...I've never felt better, actually..."

Mohammed was the only person who knew that was bullshit. The only person there who could see. Most people don't think I have a soul. Because of the way my emotions look.

I wonder what my soul looked like to Mohammed at that moment. Limp, emaciated, dying.

"...Because I got rid of it all..." I murmured. My mind was so loud that I couldn't tell which of my thoughts were actually spoken.

Jean finally looked at me like he knew I wasn't okay. So I guess I did actually say something.

"...Got rid of what...?" He pried.

Of the parts of me that my dad had touched. The flesh with his hands permanently burned into it. It had finally rotted off of me. And now wind and water could weave through my ribcage, purifying me.

Later that day, I saw Star Platinum. I hadn't brought him out consciously.

Scared the hell out of me. He looked nothing like his usual self.

Kneeling in a slumped pile on the floor, head hanging way down, long black hair stringy and thin and lifeless covering his face. Skeletal limbs. No glow around him whatsoever. I'd never seen him in the dark before; he usually had an aura of brilliant silvery light.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jotaro kujo #jotaro's wife

[whaleji]

girlblogging like kafka ; entry 3

today was sunny. i went to the asian coast. had to take the ferry, was very nice. the way back was more complicated as we got lost and the boat was very crowded. i liked the bohemian atmosphere of the place we went to. unexpectedly, it was more like everything i know than the european part of town. i saw pubs and bookshops for the first time since we arrived in Istanbul. I wish i didn't have to be born so I wouldn't have to constantly choose whether to live or to die. because life also has its good sides ; like those shows i like and those paintings i could stare at for hours and those books that make me someone else in the span of an hour and those people with their golden smiles and all those times my breath takes as something manages to give life its shine back. mainly i'm exhausted; i wake up tired and drag myself through endless days. i'll be fine. maybe all this time i'm wasting i'll regret in the future, when i'm unable and bitter. maybe a tragedy lies ahead of me ; an earthquake or a mass shooting or an abduction or poison or pollution or cancer or necrosis or a bad fall or a severed limb or sudden blindness. maybe i shouldn't spend so much time lying there miserable and maybe i should try getting better. put actual effort into it. but i won't. i won't because it paradoxically feels good to lie in my own puddle of self loathing and despair, rotting inside my bed and crying.

or maybe i will. maybe life isn't so bad sometimes. looking at the stars tonight made me think about my own mortality, and it made me grateful to be able to live a life in which i can see the sky and walk freely about the world. somehow, at least. i'm grateful to live a life in which i can eat dinner on a boat sometimes and relax in the hot weather and never suffer from hunger. i gave food to a homeless child yesterday and the rawness in his eyes made me feel like he'd lived ten lives already while i hadn't lived yet my own. so maybe i'll try to get better. because how entitled would i be not trying to get better and wallowing in my own fabricated pain when everything is well and good in my life ? how entitled would i be complaining about being in pain when i'm part of the few lucky people that live on the right side of earth, that have the worthiest passports and that thrive on half of the world's misery ? maybe i'll try to get better for everyone that i love, my cat, my friends, my family, nice strangers on the street; for the rainy afternoons spent reading under a cover, for time spent talking with friends in cosy cafés, for evenings at the movie theater.

anyways, miss my cat. saw his doppelgänger today. was disturbing. thought about how almost all pet owners love their pets, despite them having different personalities and quirks you can't choose beforehand, like with people. however people are much more inclined to accept these coming from an animal than humain beings, somehow. and that makes me wonder : what if i had chosen another kitten from the litter ? would i love them as much as i love the one i call Vladimir ? his name was chosen before his adoption, so that hypothetical kitten would also be called Vladimir. do i really love him or do i love the idea of a cat called Vladimir ? i miss him. his furry face and his mean eyes that glare all day long. his cute and sharp teeth and the way he rolls on his back when he wants belly rubs.

sometimes i feel like i'm inwardly zooming out of my existence and see myself from an omniscient point of view. right now, for example, i'm a teenage girl sitting on a bed in a four bunks room within a shabby hotel within a neighborhood within a city within a country within a continent within earth within our galaxy within the universe. if i think hard enough i can be the man next door watching the news while peeling himself bits of an apple with his rusted knife, or the little girl playing uno with her brother in the room below. yet in the end my body calls me back to my own neutral existence by the ache stemming in my belly and the tightness of my heart.

#spilled ink #girlblogging #spilled thoughts #franz kafka #writerscorner #writing

[pi490]

If I Was A Multi-Billionaire: The World Would Be A Better Place(Better Place For This

Child slavery in third-world countries?, homeless kids even in the States even in my own state and my birthstate?, poor parents having no choice but to get rid of their children often in unethical ways?, the fact that the current multi-billionaires could create jobs that pay well and is ethical and safe for adults or at the youngest teens but instead they do the world dirty and makes "jobs" for children and adults that are abysmal?, that would not be the case if I was a multi-billionaire, I would solve the two problems by 1. creating a children's entertainment venue where the forgotten and poor children are taken in and served with food so good that rich kids could only dream of getting,beds that a king would want to sleep on if they could fit, arcade machines that are not money-hogging machines and a school better then the most prestigious private schools without the money that is needed and the whole sell your soul to the 1% thing(meaning kids will be kids not a paycheck and they won't be expected to perform and be fancy). The employees would be put through rigirous background checks and screening to avoid predators working on site like so many current kids entertainment venues are plagued with, a daycare/nightcare for more fortunate kids and a summer camp and a brand that would become synanmous with child care, similar to the movie Baby Geniuses without the unethical child testing and like the FNAF SB PizzaPlex in look except no shady stuff and NO ABSOLUTELY no animatronics and if I do add robots they will NOT have an AI and would be programmed mainly for loving and caring for children. And 2. I would create a brand that employs people from the world with fair pay and nobody works in the factories unless they are 18 and up with extremely safe work environments that the only controversy that it brings will be the places would be TOO safe like the Chuck. E. Cheese recycled pizza thing where their safety protocols made people think the pizzas were recycled. Concerns like overstimulating kids or indulging them, the outside kids will have a food court with all the unhealthy food since they won't come in all the time but the kids under the care of what I coin "Little Miracles Nursery and Arcadeplex" will have a cafeteria AND occasionally the food court, good food that's both healthy and great tasting(*cough*public school making glop healthy but don't make it not you know glop thus making kids not want to eat healthy *cough*)and they can go outside the complex with adult supervision and there will be field trips.

Yeah I thought about this a lot before sleep, partly because I'm mad about how the 1% treats children and partly because I just love kids and hate to see them suffer

#utopia #children #foodforthought #bedthoughts

[thinkhealthylivecreative]

Advantages Of Cooking At Home

In developing a food selection, keep in mind also to examine whether your in-laws have any food allergies or foods they will simply not eat. In any way costs stay clear of dishes where many of the cooking is to be in the nick of time, such as stir-frying. When combining a great deal of cooking details with trying to make discussion with your in-laws, anything of that nature will mean that you might become flustered. Eventually, remember that your in-laws exist to hang around with you as well as your partner - not to obtain a five-star meal (there are dining establishments for that!) Check out it from the perspective that a few days afterward, people wish to bear in mind that they had a good time being together, which really has a whole lot more to do with the conversation than the food. Simply put, do not struggle over making the excellent side meal if it means you do not reach invest as much time with your guests. Making an effort and also hanging out with each other, not preparing to excellence, is what matters in cooking to excite your in-laws. When are parents mosting likely to "obtain it " that caring, proper, consistent technique when theyre young ways that theyll be regulated, loving, children that behave when they are 6, 7, as well as up. AND ALSO-- kids angle more than happy if they aren't disciplined. You can see it on their faces. Whiney, out-of-control children are miserable. Therefore is every person around them, for that issue. Whens the last time that youve seen an unpleasant, well self-displined child? You havent. I imply, there are a couple of moments of negative attitude or whatever that quickly vanishes with adjustment; but they are basically pleased, content, and protect. So, anyhow, back to my story. Each family members was getting $50,000 for the profession. The catch was that the checking out partner made the choice of exactly how the other family members would spend their $50,000. The rich mans response to take care of the reduced income family members? Buy your home, remodel it-- primarily enhance product properties. The country mans solution to fix the affluent household? Family members connection counseling, food preparation lessons, as well as family members holiday time. And you thought it-- the abundant partner turned out-- she was planning on using the $50,000 to spend for her children bar mitzvah! Sickness state one thing. The nation man was right on wherefore that family members required. Much less concentrate on "things " and more concentrate on "relationships ". In fact, he was downright smart. 1 method to build family members relationships ... Food preparation with each other. Ahem. Ring a bell? Food preparation creates family members bonds-- throughout all ages-- throughout all abilities. As well poor the country guy didnt have even more of that wisdom to have disciplined youngsters as well. If youre already ahead of the game with well behaved youngsters-- do not neglect concerning the relationship side of points. And do not forget the easiest, most funnest (he, he), I indicate "enjoyable " way to spend time with you kids-- COOKING! You have definitely seen at the very least one program where 2 teams fight against each various other in skills, imagination, imagination as well as, of course, cooking ability. Such food preparation competitions mainly want to show exactly how fun cooking can be and also what a blast group mates can have on the "battleground". All cooking contests offer a minimal budget, from which groups have to acquire vegetables, fruits, flavors, poultry, meats, fish sauces as well as everything else they require in order to prepare the best dish. Whether you are an experienced specialist when it entails the fine art of cooking or an utter novice there ought to be some food preparation categories or resources in your space which will certainly help you learn as well as enhance your existing abilities. Surprisingly couple of people take care of to utilize the lots of terrific possibilities that are accessible to them when it comes to cooking courses. If you are yearning for food preparation courses that you simply will certainly take with each other with your children, check your library yet once again for the primary source. Healthy and balanced suggests the meals lug a balance of anti-oxidants, vitamins as well as minerals, no matter how they are prepared. So whenever you believe healthy and balanced food preparation just indicates chopping up a couple of points and also throwing them together, you are incorrect. Keep Fat Low To save yourself from the supposed concealed fats, or fats that aren't easily noticeable, it's ideal to make use of reduced-fat dairy products items as well as lean meats for active ingredients. The excellent nutritional fats generally come from unrefined products, such as fish, olives, nuts, soy, avocado as well as seeds. Such type of fat likewise included other needed nutrients so it's all right to crazy with them. When cooking, utilize a non-stick frying pan to reduce your oil usage. If you really need to utilize oil, usage monosaturated oils applied with pastry brushes or cooking sprays so you do not overdo it. If your dish book needs you to brown some veggies, try dunking them right into the frying pan initially prior to splashing oil. Anything of that nature will indicate that you may come to be rattled when combining a whole lot of cooking details with attempting to make discussion with your in-laws. Making an initiative as well as investing time with each other, not cooking to excellence, is what matters in cooking to excite your in-laws. Household relationship therapy, cooking lessons, as well as family members vacation time. Such cooking competitions mostly want to show exactly how enjoyable cooking can be and what a blast group companions can have on the "combat zone". Whether you are a seasoned professional when it includes the fine art of cooking or an utter newbie there ought to be some cooking categories or resources in your room which will certainly aid you discover and also boost your existing skills. READ MORE: https://thinkhealthylivecreative.com/

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[shiningstarr15]

Alright, I’ve been wanting to make this post for awhile now. And I think I gathered enough thoughts and evidence to finally do it.

Before I continue I just want to say that this is my interpretation and not any way trying to denounce any other conclusions that have been made since it was pretty much left to ambiguity. But alright, let’s go.

Giulia is meant to represent the straight ally. Here’s why I think this.

Ok let’s start from the beginning. She lives in the town of Portorosso. A town that is NOTORIOUS for its hatred of sea monsters. Now, to be perfectly honest, this allegory could go for just about anything that is deemed “different” such as racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc. In fact I’m pretty sure the only thing this town DOESN’T have is ableism, as many characters seen throughout are disabled. (Massimo being the prime example)

The point is that, this town has history of hatred, which most likely leads to confusion and stigmatization. Massimo himself is a sea monster hunter, possibly an allegory of homophobia due to propaganda.

(I say this bc as soon as he finds out the truth he is quick to change his mind).

Giulia is a 13 year old, impressionable child that most likely has the same beliefs taught to her from society, and mainly her father. She doesn’t know better but never outright states her hatred. She shows her FEAR of sea monsters bc of propaganda spread across town of them being vicious creatures that eat humans. This is what is engrained into her brain.

But then, she meets Alberto and Luca. Two sea monsters that successfully (maybe?) disguise themselves as humans. She gets to know them, becomes friends with them, and helps train them for the portorosso cup.

And then, Alberto is revealed to be a sea monster.

The look on her face at first is of shear panic. Not hatred, not malice. Panic. She’s scared. This is vastly different from people like Ercole whom the first thing he thinks when he sees a sea monster is to kill it. It doesn’t belong here. It’s unwelcome. It’s wrong.

But Giulia sees different. She’s actually gotten to KNOW them. And yes I say them bc one look at Luca after having outed Alberto (something that closeted gays tend to do at a young age in order to avoid being found out themselves) and she basically figures it out. She may be eccentric but she isn’t stupid.

So as soon as they get to her house. She pretty much knows at this point. And as soon as she reveals Luca..

She doesn’t scream, she doesn’t yell, she doesn’t cry.

She does this.

Now she knows. And here I finally make my first point as to why I think she may be representing an ally.

An ally wants to keep the members of lgbt safe

In a town where sea monster are deemed unacceptable, the first thing she thinks of is NOT “oh my god my friends are sea monsters” she instead thinks “oh my god my friends are in DANGER” she doesn’t WANT them to leave, but she is scared for them. In a world where homophobia is most prevalent and is still illegal, allies will do everything they can to keep them safe. Whether that be giving them a safe space to be themselves or helping spread their message of love and acceptance. The sad truth is, they’re are still many countries where homosexuality is illegal. Portorosso is the perfect example of a place where homosexuality could be forbidden. And she KNOWS this. She even makes it a point to remind Luca that her own FATHER is a sea monster hunter.

Now, I can’t say pushing Luca out and telling him to leave was the right thing. But, at least you can understand why she would. She was scared. This information that sea monsters aren’t as bad as she was taught is new to her. She doesn’t know what to do. So her initial response is to get them out so they don’t get hurt. Again, she doesn’t WANT them to leave. Despite knowing the truth of who they are, she remains loyal.

Now a lot of this could be interpreted as another lgbt trying to help another lgbt, and that’s fine if that’s how you interpret it. But the one thing that was the nail on the coffin for me.. was this line right here.

“You don’t understand”

“No, I don’t.”

2. An ally does not fully understand what an lgbt member goes through.

We can learn about it. We can listen to them. But as far as personal experience goes, we will never fully understand what it is like to be a member of the lgbt. We’re not members, we’re supporters. We are on the outside looking in. Giulia saying she doesn’t understand the situation bc she’s never had to experience it before. Has she been ostracized for being “weird?” Yes. But that isn’t the same thing as being lgbt. And especially with Luca saying he did it bc his parents were gonna send him away. She finally understands the direness of the situation. His parents, they don’t accept him. At least not right now. Albeit it’s bc they are worried about him, what they were gonna do isn’t right. And she knows this.

Finally, one last point I wanna make. Remember when she did this?

Tell me that isn’t a metaphor for taking down homophobia? She risks her own safety to protect the people that she cares about. Even now, as the whole town now knows about Luca and Alberto, she stands her ground to protect them. Going as far as to even confront ercole himself.

It’s a tale as old as time. We defend our friends of lgbt from homophobes and people that want to hurt them. Giulia taking out the “evil empire of justice” is equivalent to an ally helping fight for lgbt rights. It should be a no brainer that they get the same rights as straight people, no? aren’t they just basic human rights? At least that’s what I’ve always thought. But it hits even more closely to you when you KNOW and LOVE someone that is a member. Of course in giulias case, this is the first time she’s discovered the truth, that sea monsters members of the lgbt are not as bad as she was led to believe. She doesn’t believe they’re monsters at all anymore. They’re.. people. Her friends.

And they walk among us. Some of them still “disguised as humans,” others out and showing their colors proudly. But whatever the case may be, she loves them no matter what, and will defend them til the very end.

So yea, this is my interpretation on why I think Giulia represents a straight ally. Again, this is my interpretation as a straight ally as I saw a lot of myself in Giulia. I have friends that are members of lgbt that would go to the ends of the earth for. It’s what being an ally is all about. Defend their rights, accept them for who they are. If you, however, view her as something else (lesbian, asexual, etc) that’s fine! That’s your interpretation. The great part about art is that it’s subjective. You can interpret it however you want! 🥰

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[fraks]

i hate making posts like this, but i am honestly at a loss as to what to do, and maybe someone here has an idea. for the record: i live in germany, so solutions that might work in the united states probably won't work for me.

i'm the child of a mentally ill mother and a neglectful father. growing up, i was systematically abused, both psychologically and emotionally, by my father's girlfriend while he stood and watched, and still to this day denies it ever happened. i developed c-ptsd and social anxiety disorder as a result. i had two rounds of cbt years ago, which, while good for me, didn't "cure" me, and all the meds i tried didn't help either.

that's not even the problem though, only necessary background info. in august of 2020, my partner of 13 years suddenly up and left me for someone else. unable to sleep or eat, i was put on sick leave for a few months, which cost me my job and, subsequently, my apartment. with the housing market being what it is, plus the covid situation, i wasn't able to find a new place and have been officially homeless since march 2021. i stayed with my little brother for a bit, but my "family" eventually abandoned me, too, when i didn't get better fast enough, and threw me out.

none of my "friends" were able or willing to help, either, until i reconnected with an old internet buddy on the other side of the country who, without any hesitation, offered me her guest room for however long i needed it. i hate having to rely on near-strangers (we hadn't been in contact for years), but i was in no position to refuse. so i am currently staying in said guest room. the problem? my friend and her husband are ultra-religious evangelical nutjobs. as in, if they knew i was queer, i would be thrown out immediately. and as in, they hit their toddler when she doesn't obey them because proverbs say it's okay to hit your kids. and of course my friend isn't vaccinated, just to complete the picture.

i don't know how much longer i can survive being here. my friend lives in a tiny village (population of 720), so there's no public transport and i'm stuck inside this house (and mainly this one room) nearly 24/7. my social anxiety disorder makes it impossible for me to just apply for unemployment benefits—i'm trying, but the system isn't meant for people who are unemployed and homeless at the same time, and i'm falling through the cracks. i need to get back to my hometown of berlin (so i can finish my engineering degree), but to get an apartment there, i need to prove i have an income, and to get an income, i need a proper place to stay. i also need to prove i've paid my rent for the past three months, but as i haven't lived in a rental place of my own since march, i don't have that proof, which means my application for apartments automatically gets thrown out for being incomplete.

and amidst all this chaos, my brain has decided now is the perfect time to relive all the childhood trauma and i get at least one major panic attack per day. i don't remember when i last spent a day without crying. and ofc i can't see a therapist because i need to know where i'll be staying for a few months before i can be put on any therapist's waiting list. oh and i'm about to lose my health insurance cause unless i get unemployment benefits or find a new full-time job, i'd have to pay nearly 300€ a month, which i simply do not have, especially given that i'm already paying 500€+ a month from my meagre savings for a storage unit that has all my stuff in it.

until now, i've survived by talking to online buddies like @justplainsalty and @leliesblou and @cminerva and others in the mfmm+leverage fandoms in particular, and reading posts by @wilwheaton and @furiousgoldfish on abuse and trauma to reaffirm i'm not crazy, but i am so profoundly lonely in this place, and i honestly don't see myself surviving long beyond the new year.

so if anyone has any ideas or advice on what to do, please reach out, and feel free to reblog or share in other ways if you know anyone who might be able to help.