and its good cause those are the only ones whose names i know

Wait, what?

(based on this) (look, there’s a part two)


Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”

It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.

They notice.

“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”

Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.

Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”

“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.

He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”

“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”

“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.

Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”

His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.

His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”

“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.

Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”

He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.



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I Own You

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Words: 2508

Warnings: Angst;  rough, unprotected sex; fluffy ending

A/N: I had a mighty need to write some angry, rough Loki… So here you go. I hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by luvn-loki



A dull headache was the first thing that woke you up. You blinked few times to clear your sight and look at the empty side next to you.

Turning around you noticed that the sheets were a pure mess and then you noticed that it was 2 p.m.

“Ah, great!” you groaned and then pulled to covers to the side.

You were naked and probably got awfully drunk last night.

Then it hit you. You had a fight with the god of mischief before you let tequila possess you.

 You laid back in the bed and tried to remember something more from last night, but you got nada. All you could still feel was the strong smell of the steaming alcohol off your skin.

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Seems to be a lot of hatred for “Rocknaldo” online immediately after its air date. Some people are just pissed that a CN promo made them think we’d be meeting a new Gem instead of watching Ronaldo choose a Gem nickname (I didn’t believe we’d be getting a new Gem for a second, given the style of the tease). But most of it’s just Ronaldo hate in general. Ronaldo’s a jerk, etc. Well yeah. He’s a jerk.

But here’s why I think this episode is important. Not Ronaldo’s redemption / apology / stating outright that he was wrong, though that’s good too. Not Steven giving chances to people for trying to understand, though again that’s good too. It’s important because in a simplified way, this brought to light how people who claim to want to understand us and help us can frequently engage in self-serving, counterproductive behavior.

I can’t even count the times in my life that someone “interested in” one of the several marginalized communities I’m part of has committed to a poorly organized, cursory study of my outsider group and then confronted me with claims that they understand what I should be doing better than I do. This is how I should handle my activism. This is the way I should prioritize my goals. This is a behavior or perspective of mine that’s alienating “normal” people like them. They accuse us of hypocrisy or misguidedness because they think it isn’t working if it’s not designed to serve and center them, and then they claim they have a better grasp of my mission than I do.

But this is my whole life. These are our whole lives.

Perspectives from outside are usually welcome, but not at the expense of ours. Not in place of and prioritized over lived experience. They should be learning from us, not striding in and telling us as an ally, they know better than we do what would forward our cause and what would bring us all together for good. Ronaldo in this episode is the worst kind of false ally. He came into Steven’s life with a so-called interest in what the Crystal Gems do, but applied his own ideas of what they’re like:

  • Expecting to be “issued” a Gem
  • Telling Steven he should be proud and show off his Gemstone even though he had misgivings about it
  • Focusing on how “cool” he sounded with his new label
  • Challenging more established members as to whether they really belonged there
  • Explicitly accusing established members of having false and invalid reasons for being included
  • Forcing himself to conform to imagined standards of the group even though they weren’t natural for him (not sleeping), then bragging about how Real Crystal Gem it made him
  • Responding to challenges by telling an established member that HE needed to go think about his validity to the group

These are all fake ally techniques most of us have seen with people who aren’t REALLY here about forwarding the cause. They give it a cursory study (if that), they slap a star on their shirt and use a new name, and they seek to climb the ranks of legitimacy by knocking down people “above” them who have done their time. Are you sure you really care about this mission? Don’t I seem to have a considered opinion because I’m being critical? Aren’t you really being the hypocrites by claiming you want to help and protect humanity but not accepting ME as I twist your mission statement to fit my agenda? The agenda, of course, just like with Ronaldo, is making THEM feel good. 

If they truly understood, they would apprentice themselves to those for whom THIS IS THEIR WHOLE LIFE, and they would listen FAR more than they would talk. This is not only a way to offer respect and deference to their expertise; it is EFFECTIVE. It is the best way to get an education about what actually helps in a cause. Your ideas may be valuable and your questions are worth asking, but as a person who is perhaps trying to enter a movement alongside those whose very lives are consumed by it, you must listen hard, and listen first. 

Ronaldo still doesn’t totally get it at the end. He thinks the real problem is he’s just too much of an outsider, even for outsiders. At least he’s closer to the truth now and isn’t actively spreading harmful lies, but well-meaning allies who don’t listen can still be more hurt than help. He seems happy emphasizing the imagined mystique that comes with being the “ultimate outsider,” but really, he’s a person who wants a cause more than he actually cares about any causes. 

The Ronaldos of this world want to have done but don’t want to do. They want to skip to the part where they’re the hero of the battle, but not have to be humbled by the long hours and days of injuries, practice, concentration, and dedication. They want glory, and they have the mainstream perspective that they must be aggressive, confident, and competitive against others on their same side before they’ll come out on top. If you are an outsider to a movement and you truly want to be an ally, you must know why. Ronaldo couldn’t have answered the first question about what the Crystal Gems fight for. He never demonstrated that he could be trusted with the answer, though Steven was tolerant enough to keep giving him the benefit of the doubt.

A good lesson I took from this episode is this: If a Ronaldo is trying to infiltrate your inner circle and he’s already billing himself as an expert above people with more life experience, keep in mind that he is there to make everything about your movement conform to an ideology that serves HIM, and if necessary he will warp it and turn it against the people who are living it. And even if you’re part of a movement but have some similarities to Ronaldo—like Steven sharing Ronaldo’s experience of having an organic body and not being trusted on missions at first—don’t let a superficial similarity be misinterpreted as a substitute for authentic lived experience on the axis you’re examining here. 

Invite new allies slowly, with caution, the way Steven and later the other Gems began to welcome Connie into the fold after she demonstrated solidarity, respect, and patience. If they show up on your doorstep with a suitcase and they’re asking why THEY don’t get your mother’s sword within a day, that is a red flag. They will divide and damage your core team in search of personal glory, and if you can’t get them to curb this behavior and sit down, you may have to turn them away for your own safety. Don’t let them take the glory from you, and if you do that, they will find a “better” cause that serves their REAL agenda soon enough.

PR relationship vs Private...

I’ve stumbled across a few fandoms in my time; real life ships vs on screen. Many who expose themselves pretty early on as being nothing but pushing a person(s) career along, networking a show, promotion of a movie or movie franchise and so on. It’s usually pretty easy to point them out; getting faces out there, carefully planned shopping trips or eating out in places ‘all of Hollywood’ go to eat. A stroll down a street that is ear marked by paps as the street a certain someone or someone’s will be walking; my PR calls your PR agency to arrange a time and a place.

I could list the amount of 'PR’ couples who have and still do just that, but I’m not writing this to name names and point fingers. I’m merely putting across that this did, does and still happens in the show business industry. And those who are new to following shows or movies with fandoms attached, better train your BS skills in to what is 'fact’ over what is 'fiction.’ A real couple (as in one who have got together privately off screen, regardless of time, work ethic or closeness) know the dangers involved in getting together; media attention, scrutiny from other cast, fan scrutiny and public appraisal or disappointment. Outside of work is very limited to where you can go without being seen, particularly if you don’t want anyone to know about you. It’s too easy to get trapped into that kind of pressure, actors are after all still human and stress over the same things you and I do. Except their lives are like living in a goldfish bowl, swimming around aimlessly while the outside world judges them and boy! Do we judge.

So…it’s not uncommon for a 'private’ relationship to remain private for the time being. If you are 'like most shows/movies’ a couple who are linked romantically in the storyline; your face and acting are the main base for promoting, it becomes even more stressful, when forced to understand that a movie or shows success rides heavily on your 'believable’ chemistry with your lead. When it becomes 'too’ believable, well that’s when tongues wag and if tongues wag it can mean failure to not only the show/movie, but also the financial investment (studio, media advertisement, merchandising, futures tie ins etc) as an actor you are known as the cash cow; marketing earns money of your back. A show that may have the prospect of longevity, does not want to damage itself, bolting before it’s been released from the stocks. Nor does the movie want to cripple itself financially, before it’s even released to the public. So yes, a 'private’ relationship between two actors can cause a huge headache for both investors, studios and networks trying to push an investment and again I will stress TV shows or movies are financial investments as are the actors, whose faces 'market’ that investment.

You’re only as good as your last performance.
Many believe that you have a choice, fans seem to think you can March right into the board of directors, demand they allow you to live your life, that they cannot tell you want to do with your private life as it belongs to you - wrong, so very wrong. Everything about an actor belongs to a studio. Your public life is a performance, your private life should never be seen. You are a piece of clothing, to be promoted, advertised, displayed and sold to the highest bidder…as long as your agent and manager get as much money as you are worth out of it, of course.
This is unfortunately the black and white, you need to earn money, they need to earn money, the studio or network of studios need money and financial investors need the money they put into the project they invested heavily in, in order to create a profit and success. Romantising in a different light does not work, simply because it’s not reality. Your 'private’ relationship is the difference between success and failure. Off screen romances are a huge no no, your agent, manager, studio want nothing more than it to remain hidden from the public. Studio bosses will be sweating with clauses you many have broken, NDAs are scrutinised and checked to make sure no leaking to the media happens…it’s a financial noose around a studios neck, particularly a very young TV show or the beginning of a movie franchise with the hope of more movies to come.

So…this is why a couple, who no fault of their own, but human nature, fall in love on set, off set - in the privacy of their own private bubble…find themselves in a situation were they cannot disclose what really is going on. Instead play the dumb 'we are best friends, best buddies, supportive and deeply fond of each other’ card. Except body language tells a different story.

The wonderful world of a 'PR’ relationship.
A relationship with nothing to hide. Happy to walk arm and arm down a busy street, go shopping together, get seen at wineries or dinner in an exclusive well known restaurant. Go to public events together or are simply seen as nothing short of 'fake Ken and Barbie’ it’s all to do with image, with promotion and little to do with personality. A good PR agent will see the opportunity of promoting careers, help image, get work. It’s all to do with networking a story, get the media chatting, all along its just a performance. Friends yes, they would need to have some kind of razor or slight chemistry to pull it off. Although there have been a few awkward ones in the passed where neither looked entirely happy to be with each other and yet were supposedly selling a sizzling romance? You also get others behind it; work colleagues, people with clout in the industry, well known faces or names to support this 'showmance’ and yes it has been done in the past, to act as someone’s 'beard’ (ie to cover up the truth) mainly due to the actors sexual orientation or (despise the use of the word gay) relationship with another… they are easier to spot, its always promoted in such a way to get it out there, it doesn’t gradually appear, it just gets put into the public eye in a way that just screams 'too much’

Don’t believe me? How many recent romances, indeed horribly ended marriages have happened due to PR? How many look at a recent paparazzi saturation of a couple, who just looks 'too convenient, too set up, short lived’ to not want you to roll your eyes so far to the back of your head? I can name a few famous singers, whose agency promotes that kind of romance; when an album or single is about to drop, or the eye candy at the time has a movie needing a lot of promotion? As I said PR romances or showmances happen all the time. Self serving for a period of time and then it’s time to move on. No self respecting actor wants their private life splashed across the media. Have fan sites dedicated to pap photos taken of them when they don’t want to been seen. Get hounded by endless questions by parasites (photographers freelance) at airports, calling your name, insulting the person you are linked with by nasty comments to get a reaction from you. That unfortunately is what happens when your 'private’ life is 'out there’ but a PR relationship they are humorous with. They, like other keen sighted people know it’s just for show, so don’t really make much of a fuss over it. It’s titillation, because they (media) know it won’t last for long…they never do.

So before you join a fandom of a movie or TV show, think long and hard of what you are about to get yourself into. There will be tears, there will be tantrums. And unless the object or objects of your desire are already married to each other or another person, then the likely interest will be purely on the cannon story arc and not off screen romances. But then again, frenzied fans see that as a challenge to ship the couple regardless and hate on their real life husband or wife, but that’s going down an even more darker path of fantasy. Or as it has happened in the past, marriages are tested when working very close with your co star, and unfortunately end. Sad but true - that’s just life…I suppose.

Last Game Novel English Translation (Ch 1 Part 1-Invasion)

As requested I began translating the Last Game novel! Things to keep in mind are this follows the movie storyline (not the manga, it is indeed a bit different), and there are INDEED SPOILERS. So only proceed if you want to be spoiled.
 I’m planning to split each chapter into two parts (8 chapters=16 parts total)

Prologue Translation

The five unparalleled geniuses, the “Generation of Miracles.”
And the one the five of them acknowledged, the “Phantom Sixth Man.”
And then he appeared before them, as if it was fate that they were all gathered in the same generation.
Kagami Taiga.
The one that was the same as the Generation of Miracles, but didn’t become one of the Generation of Miracles. He held the same gift as the geniuses and the last one to awaken-“The Miracle that didn’t become a Miracle.”
He met his fated Shadow, and became a true light.
The Light fought his rivals and increased his brightness, and finally led his team to win the Winter Cup and become the number one team in Japan.

And now,

The Light and Shadow arrive at a new stage.

Click the ‘read more’ to continue to the first half of Chapter 1!

* I revised some of the sentences a bit to give a better visual to match the scenes in the movie. 

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Welcome Home.

pairing ; chris x reader

summary ; after four years, you’re finally back in new york with your best friend; you’re finally back home.

words ; 4,706 (wowza. this was all written, first, too.)

warnings ; references??

note ; i had some inspiration from the fic “When You Come Home” by @teamgtnw

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Everyone has something they call home. This thing could be a place, person, object, animal, even a smell. Of course, it’s different for everyone ─ most say that “Home” was the house they shared with their parents currently or during their childhood. Some would say home is the feeling of happiness, caused by being in their birth town, or the block they grew up on.

You, however, considered it to be a culmination of things. Alongside the stereotypical place, you found comfort in the smell of New York; specifically, a street in The Bronx that you grew up on in the quiet side of the big place, where couples walked the streets, runners smiled and laughed at the dogs they were jogging with; where families could be out with a mild fear of being mugged by some druggie or poor guy in need of some money; where happiness seemed to be one of the most prominent emotions and one of the only words to describe the place and your feelings upon walking around it.

Your favorite place, as dumb as it sounds, was the little coffee shop at the end of the street. The workers were always changing there, seeing as they were all teenagers wanting more money or just starting college and need a way to pay for their loans because their parents sure-as-hell weren’t doing it alone. At one point, that had been you, when you still went to community college.

You remembered loving working there, as you always had light-hearted conversations with the customers and relationships with the regulars. But once you got your first two years of college done, you headed off to a big university across the country, staying there for about four years to get your masters. Then, you came back home with high hopes of achieving something great, something that made an impact, no matter how big.

Your dream had always been to be involved in dancing or music, specifically for Broadway. And as crazy and farout as it sounds, you knew you could make it there someday ─ someday.

The distinct smell of coffee beans and oven pastries filled your senses as you walked into the coffee shop you adored so much. People were too caught up in their own conversations to acknowledge your entrance, which was normal. A fuzzy feeling filled you when you took a deep breath and let your senses be bombarded by the homey smell. The sounds of clinking plates and brewing coffee and buzzing of light conversations about work, coffee, the need to finish a paper and get some sleep filled your ears, as well.

What you noticed out of all of that, though, was the echoing, familiar voice of someone you knew all-too-well. The voice was deep but soft, forming words that were so beautifully put together, yet only said because they worked with everything else he was singing about. This one was about working two jobs, brewing coffee, and still enjoying the life he was give. The optimism he had in his words was what seemed to keep the rest of coworkers going, smiling and giving him beats or backup vocals.

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Crazy In Love

Originally posted by jeonbase

This is the full version of my mini fic, lil favor!

5.2k words. College!au. Min Yoongi. ft Park Jimin. Fluff.

Maybe making a deal with Yoongi to fake date for a month and do whatever he tells you to in exchange─ isn’t your brightest idea.


“Just so you know, I don’t like you.” You defiantly state.

The corner of Yoongi’s lips lifts up into a half smirk, gaze slanting your way, teasingly questioning your declaration. He tugs your intertwined hands to his side, yanking you closer to him as well until there’s hardly any space between the two of you.

“Likewise.” He says ever so calmly, it pisses you off.

You’re about to open your mouth to let a snarky remark put his smug ass in place but he beats you to it.

“You ready?”

The question brings you back to the situation at hand. Let’s see, you’ve made a deal with the devil, namely Min Yoongi who’s always been a tough competition in everything, you get the highest score in a test and he gets the highest score in your best class. Technically, asking your long term rival to pretend to be your fake boyfriend to ─how do you put it─ one up your ex, Jimin, whose presence is always graced by a group of female students after the rumor of the breakup made its way through campus, isn’t the best idea. But if it’s anyone that won’t judge you for your insecurities when you see those gorgeous girls Jimin is always seen talking to, or rather flirting with, then it would be Yoongi.

“Absolutely not.” You breathe out, eyes widening as if everything’s finally crashing down on you and hitting your square in the face with a stone brick.

“Good.” He smiles playfully, almost making you forget your purpose.

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anonymous asked:

When i hear burning times, for whatever reason, I think the area in Salem, I believe, where I think, the paranoia was started as a joke and then escalated to an extreme. Is that right, or? Cause there was more in other places besides that but?

Ok I wanna do this justice. Its not a bad thing that you think that because that’s what we get told over and over here in the US. So. You’re getting an essay, and I’m sorry but I’m not sorry. 

Originally posted by tellmemore98

What They Say Happened

It comes from a 1990 documentary from Canada that you can watch on youtube if you hate yourself enough. They’re factually incorrect, barely did any research, and they’re just wrong and racist through the whole thing. They say millions of women died over hundreds of years, globally, and that it was a “women’s Holocaust”, which as a woman and a Jewish woman, they can go fuck themselves right now. I’ll wait. Later, other writers have focused it more on the Americas, and they’re still incorrect and racist. That’s mostly the one I’m addressing here.

What Happened In Salem

The Salem witch trials were a series of hearings and prosecutions of people accused of witchcraft in colonial Massachusetts between February 1692 and May 1693 which resulted in the executions of twenty people, fourteen of them women, and all but one by hanging. It began when two young girls began having fits and contortions and wouldn’t stop screaming, and a doctor diagnosed them with bewitchment. It was a politically tense time and Puritan communities were incredibly xenophobic and judgmental and they blamed three women, one of them a Black slave as the cause. Tituba, the slave, confessed. Some think she was trying to get herself a better deal, some think that she was coerced because this wasn’t even America yet, there were no Constitutional rights protecting her during interrogation, and even today false confessions are unfortunately common. Either way, she named other women (Because she didn’t like them? Because she was told to? Its unclear) and hysteria spread. [x]

In retrospect, it was likely ergot poisoning. It could have happened through contaminated wheat, and it has basically the same effects as LSD, and it can also cause convulsions and mania. Given that the madness started with two sick children, its likely that they were just more sensitive to it and reacted worse, and everybody else panicked and was disoriented and did what people do best and turned on anyone they didn’t like as the “obvious” cause. But their doctors didn’t even know to wash their hands and “bewitchment” was still on the books as an actual diagnosis.

Why We Keep Hearing About It

Well it was a scary time, and it got really out of hand, and then people wrote books and plays about it. If you’ve been to American schools I’m positive they’ve made you read The Crucible, which is a dramatic re-telling, and then they tell you about McCarthyism and then you just want to lay down and never read again. Oh I’ve been there. 

It caught people’s attention. Children were actually hurt, justice was perverted, and it only ended when the Governor stepped in and told them to get their shit in order. Wait you haven’t heard that part?

What They Conveniently Leave Out

Yeah the town’s Minister, Cotton Mather, and his father, Increase Mather, the president of Harvard Collage, urged the town to avoid the use of “spectral evidence” in the convictions. Yeah, the Minister was not in on this at all, he was very uncomfortable with the whole situation. The court on the other hand, ignored him and continued to churn out convictions. In fact, Increase is quoted as saying “It would better that ten suspected witches may escape than one innocent person be condemned.”

As word got around, Governor Phips stepped in and dissolved their courts and issued pardons, releasing all those still in prison on charges of witchcraft. 

In January 1697, the Massachusetts General Court declared a day of fasting for the tragedy of the Salem witch trials; the court later deemed the trials unlawful, and the leading justice Samuel Sewall publicly apologized for his role in the process. The damage to the community lingered, however, even after Massachusetts Colony passed legislation restoring the good names of the condemned and providing financial restitution to their heirs in 1711. [x]

But that wasn’t even the first witch trial in the early Americas. 30 years earlier, in Hartford, Connecticut, there was a hysterical witchcraft outbreak after a young girl died from who knows what, because again, medicine basically didn’t exist back then and autopsies were still illegal. Other trials happened in smaller batches through the colonies on and off and were barely recorded. People didn’t understand medicine, were tense from Native American raids, feared any religion practiced by their African Slaves, and basically hated each other and didn’t have an adequate outlet to express emotions, so they panicked and murdered each other. Classic American behavior, honestly

Why This Narrative Is Flawed

So if its basically true, why is it a problem? Well its not an issue to remember these events and be wary going forward and mourn the deaths of the people that have died. But the narrative is flawed because it was not some mass killing, it was a handful of people over the years, with Salem being the biggest in American history. But before that, in Europe, people were put to death for it. And in Africa. And Asia. And South America. And Australia and the South Pacific. The original story mentions that it was a larger scale even, but leaves out that many of them are men, or children. There have always been good practitioners and bad practitioners, in every culture, and the bad ones, the ones that are not of us, whoever that us is, must be killed. Good practitioners get labeled faithful, the bringers of culture and religion, and the bad ones get called monsters and demons and put to death. 

Here’s a list of people who have been killed for practicing witchcraft, and lord knows, its incomplete. It focuses mostly on America and Europe, but it mentions some Brazilians and one Chinese man. 

An incomplete narrative is one thing, and in the average person I would chalk it up to ignorance, but my real issue is with larger writers who I shall not name to avoid starting fights, but you know who I mean. Larger writers who are going to write a book and have the audacity to be incorrect don’t deserve to be published. And worse still, its part of a larger, more insidious  behavior: racism. 

To focus on the “Burning Times” as a pivotal moment, or even the greatest tragedy of our community is to focus the bulk of the importance on the West, and on predominately white people, and in most narratives, predominately on women. Because to many of these writers, that’s what a witch is, a white, western woman. Rarely do they remember Tituba, or all the black men and women whose names were never recorded because nobody ever cared to mention them. They never remember all the Native Americans put to death for their religion. They never remember the witch hunts that went on in other parts of the world, or that in some parts they still continue today. They focus the narrative on white, western women and say “but its over”. Its not over. 

It was a pivotal moment in history, and in American history, and we shouldn’t stop remembering, but we need to remember exactly what happened and what the context was. Its important for everybody, not just witches. But its important to remember all the other people who were put to death in all the other parts of the world, because most times they were outsiders, or the disabled, or religious minorities, or people with some kind of knowledge. Remember that when the plague hit, Jews, Muslims, and women who studied medicine and knew to wipe their asses and wash their hands didn’t get the plague and were put to death. (I say women because male doctors thought they were clean by virtue of existing, which is a different rant for a different day). In the past few years, “witch graves” were found containing young children with anything from epilepsy to anemia. 

What We Should Remember Instead

We’re witches. We’re the fringe. And what we need to remember is to protect the most marginalized part of our group, of any group. 

  • Protect trans and non-binary witches
  • Protect LGBT+ witches
  • Protect witches of color
  • Protect witches of all faiths, especially the marginalized ones
  • Protect young witches
  • Protect older witches
  • Protect disabled witches
  • Protect immigrant witches
  • Protect male witches
  • Protect new witches
  • Protect people who aren’t witches but are otherwise marginalized

We’re witches. We seek the truth beyond the mundane, we seek the power to understand and grow. This is what we should remember, what we should take away. There’s a million kind of witchcraft, but this should be the one thing that unites us all, regardless of anything else. 

We’re witches. We should remember.

It Can’t Wait

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Based on this picture. He looks like he’s thinking “Shit. Y/N looks so hot right now. I wonder if anyone would notice if we left to fuck in the bathroom.”

Warnings: Pure porn (vaginal fingering, unprotected bathroom sex)

A/N: Written for @lazairahel. Nothing but love for Vicky. Pretend she’s happy elsewhere. Master tag list is at the end, let me know if you’d like to be added.

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my beautiful siren ;; tony stark

Request(s): Sorry I don’t know how many requests I can give you, but I just read young and beautiful and it was amazing, I love the idea of Tony dating a siren. So could you make like a follow up, where Tony gets a bit jealous/possessive because every guy/girl she meets falls in love with her But it ends fluffy and sweet 😊😊 (sorry for the bad English 😬 it’s not my first language) & Can you do a song fic to “all of me” by john legend for Tony stark 👌

 
  Words: 1,3k

  Pairing: Tony x Reader

  Fandom: Marvel (I remind you that I write for other fandoms as well)

  A/N: I suck at posting imagines on time. Like, really, really suck. I’m strongly disappointed in myself. I combined these two requests and I hope you will like it! xx

  Parties weren’t really Y/N’s scene.

  She didn’t talk much, and the loud music, wasted people made her uncomfortable. She only went there because they were Tony’s parties. He had to deal with her moods every day, so she could make a small sacrifice for him too. It won’t hurt her. Probably.

   When Tony was nowhere to be seen, she found herself sitting by the bar, with chin placed on her hand. A glass with unfinished drink made by Natasha was in front of her. Each member of the team was dancing, drinking, laughing, just having fun, and there was Y/N, who was humming All by myself, while thinking how lonely she was without Tony.

   After few minutes of sitting alone, a man sat next to her. She blushed, trying not to look at him. It was nothing new. Girls and boys, even those, who she just met, practically fell in love with her the second they saw her. It wasn’t about her looks, or even her figure. Sirens had a special aura that made people feel all kind of things towards her. Most of them just fell in love. It wasn’t real, though. It was just an illusion created by her magic.

  ,,What’s a pretty lady like you doing all alone?“ the man asked with a smug smile.

   She tilted her head to the side, so she could look at him with curiousity. Doesn’t he know whose girlfriend she is? Tony will rip him to shreds if he find out that he flirted with his beautiful Y/N.

  ,,I just don’t feel really well” she answered his question politely.

  ,,That’s a pity" he said. ,,I’m Clemence" he introduced himself. She almost felt sorry for him. He probably didn’t know that he didn’t have any chances with her.

  ,,I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N" she told him her full name, hoping that it will ring a bell in his mind and he’ll just let it go, before Tony gets here and he gets pretty damn mad.

   But it didn’t.

   God, is this man stupid? Y/N looked around her to see if Tony was somewhere near. If this Clemence works in the Stark Tower, he will loose his job in less than one second. Tony was a man that could easily get jealous. And considering that he had a pretty big power over most of the people, he fired those, who dared to flirt with his girl.

  ,,Listen, Clemence, you seem really fun and all, but-“ she started, but was cut off in the middle of the sentence, when someone put a hand on her shoulder.

   ,,Am I interrupting something?” Tony said with a fake smile, his arm sneaking around Y/N’s waist. The young siren gulped, feeling how angry he was. She didn’t know why, but she could always tell what someone is feeling at the moment.

   ,,Mr Stark! N-no, of course not, I was just-“ Clemence tried to apologize.

   ,,Trying to get fired? Guess what, now you are” Stark hissed. ,,Now leave me and my girlfriend alone, thank you" he added, narrowing his eyes.

   Clemence ran off, almost tripping on his own feet. People looked at him, but seeing how angry Tony was, they just went back to what they were doing. Y/N sighed softly, looking at her boyfriend.

   ,,Tony…“ she trailed off, shaking her head.

   ,,Wanna dance?” he said, ignoring what she was trying to say. A slow song came on, and she realized it was her favourite, All of me by John Legend. She smiled a little.

    ,,With you, of course" she said softly, jumping off of the bar chair.

   
What would I do without your smart mouth

Drawing me in, and you kicking me out

Got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down

What’s going on in that beautiful mind

I’m on your magical mystery ride

And I’m so dizzy, don’t know what hit me, but I’ll be alright

  Y/N put her head on Tony’s shoulder, one of her hands finding its way onto his shoulder, as he sneaked an arm around her waist. It was their song. Whenever, wherever it was played, they danced to this, not caring about what would other people think.

My head’s under water

But I’m breathing fine

You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind

   Tony smiled, when she started to slowly sing along the lines. She sometimes did it without even realizing it. Her voice comforted him, made him feel a little less angry, like always.

Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I’ll give my all to you

You’re my end and my beginning

Even when I lose I’m winning

‘Cause I give you all, of me

And you give me all, of you, all

  Y/N’s body fit perfectly against Tony’s. Even though she was shorter and definitely more fragile than him. They both slowly rocked from side to side. It couldn’t be called dancing.

   ,,You were jealous, right?“ she suddenly whispered, not raising her head.

    ,,What? Psh, of course not. He was just annoying” Stark shrugged, trying to play it off. Yeah, he got jealous easily, but he wouldn’t admin it though.

How many times do I have to tell you

Even when you’re crying you’re beautiful too

The world is beating you down, I’m around through every mood

You’re my downfall, you’re my muse

My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues

I can’t stop singing, it’s ringing, in my head for you

   ,,You know that I can tell what are you feeling at every moment, right?“ she giggled, squeezing his arms.

My head’s under water

But I’m breathing fine

You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind

   
   ,,Tony” she raised her head to look at him. ,,You can tell me. I won’t judge you" the siren put her hand on his cheek, caressing it slowly.

   ,,I just… Yeah, maybe I was jealous" he mumbled.

‘Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I’ll give my all to you

You’re my end and my beginning

Even when I lose I’m winning

‘Cause I give you all of me

And you give me all of you, all

Give me all of you

   ,,Trust me, you don’t have to fell like it" she reassured him with a soft smile. ,,Tony, I only love you. Only you. You’re the one who comforts me at night. You’re the one who’s here through my every mood, even the worst. You… You love me. Truly. They only think they are in love with me" she rubbed her thumbs along his cheeks.

Cards on the table, we’re both showing hearts

Risking it, although it’s hard

    ,,Everything about you is so perfect. Your voice, your looks, the way you walk, the way you think, you always want to see good in people" Tony sighed. ,,I am afraid, because maybe you’ll find someone better than me" he said, looking down.

‘Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I’ll give my all to you

You’re my end and my beginning

Even when I lose I’m winning

‘Cause I give you all of me

And you give me all of you

 
   ,,I won’t find someone better than you. There’s nobody better than you. As I said, you always give me all of you, so I could be the happiest. How is that bad? How could I find someone better?“ she shook her head. "I love you. Don’t think like that about yourself, please” she whispered, looking at him with hope.

   ,,I promise. And, I love you too, my beautiful siren" he smiled and leaned down to kiss her.

I give you all of me
And you give me all of you,
 

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Worried For Nothing (M) // Choi Youngjae

Originally posted by jypnior

Pairing: Youngjae x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Summary; After failing to keep your relationship a secret from the rest of GOT7, Youngjae assures you that you that everything is alright; in more ways than one.

Please note that this scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a sexual nature.

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The Nature of Storytelling: Why We Have Superheroes

This article is intended for everyone. Not just people who read comics or books or play card games. What I am addressing in this article is the question of: why we have superheroes. Why do we, as a species, have stories of superheroes? To my knowledge, every single culture on Earth has a story about some great individual, or group of individuals, that has made significant changes in their world in the name of a greater good. But what makes this such a ubiquitous concept? Why do humans have stories of superheroes?

Gather `Round. It’s Storytelling Time!


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LITERALLY EVERYTHING EVER WRITTEN BY THE TOLKIENS ABOUT THE PETTY-DWARVES

Here I gathered very single quote relevant to the Petty-Dwarves from Tolkien’s works! The only comments I added where to give context on the quote, so this oughta be an opinion-free resource for those wanting to know more about what little we have on the Petty-Dwarves in the available canon and semi-canon sources.

The order that follows it: 

  1. The Silmarillion
  2. The Unfinished Tales
  3. The Children of Húrin
  4. The History of Middle Earth

If I have missed something or if there is anything wrong with the post, please inform me, it will be edited and added to the post body with due thanks for the collaboration :)

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Not for you (PT2)

Originally posted by syubprince

Background: Taehyung, a young duke, accompanies his cousin (a prince) to meet the princess of a different castle. Upon meeting the princess, Taehyung now has to fight back feelings of want & fondness because of the theory that a princess was meant for a prince, not for a duke.

Authors note: So I am finishing this off as a fluff story because most requests for part 2 wanted this as fluff and tbh I really wouldn’t know how to write a smut for a prince au right now. Its too hard huhu but maybe one day, as a drabble, not sure. Also, I might be adding a little side line story for Prince Jimin here, what do you think? Anyway, I hope you guys liked it! Feedback will make me really happy. Like srsly, talk to meeee :”)


PT1




“So think about it, when you actually verify all the forces of nature, I really do believe that the chicken came before the egg.”

You force out a wide smile, nodding your head almost too ecstatically at the prince you had just met a few hours ago, Kim Namjoon. You blink a few times, just realizing that he had finally stopped talking after almost 45 minutes of explaining random scientific theories to you that had you zoning out every 10 seconds. 

“Well.” You clap your hands, loud enough to have the tall prince jump in shock “You really know alot of things huh, Prince Namjoon?" 

The tall boy lets out a shy smile, his dimples immediately popping out of his cheeks as he rubs the back of his head. "Thank you, I could tell you more-" 

"Noona!”

 A random arm reaches out for you and you all but gasp when Jungkook places both his hands on your shoulders, a wide eyed look on his face reflecting horror. 

 "The tea is running out! The queen is panicking, we need your help.“ Jungkook then turns to Namjoon 

"The country needs their princess." 

 "Um, cause we’re out of tea?” Namjoon bobs his head to the side but Jungkook simply nods his head so convincingly that the taller boy decides to excuse himself before giving you both a short bow. 

Once out of earshot, Jungkook’s features shift into a enjoyed look as he claps his hands. 

“You’re welcome.” He beams.

“For what?“ You frown, watching as your cousin eyed the garden silently. 

"For saving you from Mr. Snooze fest over there. Jesus, all the other guys were drinking together last night and he just wouldn’t fucking stop talking about the big bang theory and how it was just a myth." 

You bite back a smile as you link your arms with Jungkook, casually making your way around the garden where brunch was set for everyone in the castle, courtesy of your mother. 

"You’re terrible, you know that?” You hum, smiling and waving at certain people who greet you. 

 "You still love me though princess.“

"I’m forced by blood.”

“So.” Jungkook beams as he turns to you, eyes twinkling “Which one of the princes are you fondling some time soon?”

“Wh-What?” You choke on your own spit and Jungkook has to stand in front of you as he laughs, trying to block you off from the eyes of the other guests, protecting the image of the castle’s precious gem.

“Oh come on , Noona.” He rolls his eyes “This get together is basically your Mom’s blind date for you. You know how the Queen wants you off with some noble prince and shit." 

"Well I dont like any of the princes.” You snap, annoyed that everyone was thinking of marrying you off with some random prince from who knows where. Did anyone even bother asking you how you felt about all this?

 "So you do like that Duke kid.“ Jungkook hums and your eyes immediately widen as you snap your head up to look at him. 

 "What did you say?" 

"Hmmm?” Jungkook mutters unconsciously as his eyes follow one of the visiting castle’s duchess who was smiling fondly at him. 

 "Jeon Jungkook!“ You hiss and he turns to you with a sheepish smile before he’s shrugging. 

"The other prince’s were talking last night. Saying that you were too nice to that Duke Taehyung. Found it weird that you were hanging around him too much.”

“And why would they bloody care?” You bark back, eyes now scanning the garden for the numerous princes you were going to be glaring at for the rest of the day. 

“Jealous, probably.” He shrugs. He watches you knowingly, eyes reflecting adoration for his older cousin. You had spent your younger years constantly protecting Jungkook from those who bullied him but now that he was taller than you, the young boy decided it was his time to protect you.  

“Well they can go fuck their selves in the as-”

“Language Y/n!” You cringe at the sound of your mothers voice before you turn around and give her a bright smile, acting as if nothing had happened. 
“Hi mom.“ 

She clicks her tongue at you before taking your face in her hands, examining you for any imperfection. You frown at her while Jungkook snickers at you teasingly.

"These boys are doing their best to win your favor, Y/N. You shouldn’t speak so ill of them when one of them could be-”

You were already rolling your eyes even before she could finish her sentence. 

You step away from her grasp, a sudden jolt of anger bubbling inside of you “Mother, could we please drop this?" 

"This is how me and your father had met, would you please at least consider-”

“Mom, you and dad are the exception! That doesn’t mean all princess’ and all princes are gonna find true love the way you had. What if my true love turns out to be the rusty old man up the southern hills? Yet I can’t end up with him cause you’re so focused on having me married off to some prince. Can we just please not talk about this!”

You take in a breath as you stare at your mother who was blinking at you, shocked that you had gotten so riled up. 

“Y/n” She opens her mouth, hoping to say something but its suddenly cut off when the head maiden taps the Queen’s shoulder, whispering something that has your mother widening her eyes before she’s holding up her dress in her hands and marching away. 

 You blow out a breath as you drop your head, suddenly feeling tired, watching your mother disappear into the castle doors. 

“Dont be so hard on yourself.” Jungkook offers you a soft smile, arms wrapping around your shoulders for support “She just wants whats best for you." 

You give him a short nod before your snapping your head up to the sound of a loud cackle that sounded all too familiar. As if by destiny, your eyes immediately find Taehyung who was seated by a round table, a wide smile on his face as he chatters animatedly with the girl beside him. She throws her curly brown hair back, hands covering her mouth as she giggles at the joke the young duke must have said. The rest of the women around the table smiled widely at him, amused by the antics of the young duke who was too busy laughing at his own joke. Your hands ball unconsciously by your sides as you feel your chest constrict in sudden anger. You hadn’t even noticed that you were walking towards their table only until you found Jimin looking up at you curiously from Taehyung’s side, the young duke on the other hand was too busy talking to even notice you were there at all. 

"Princess? To what do we owe the honor?” Jimin hums, gracefully rising from his seat. The mention of your name has Taehyung stopping mid sentence and snapping his head to look up at you. You force yourself not to turn to him, to not even acknowledge his presence as you smile down at Jimin. 

“Care to walk with me?” You ask  and you do not comment on the way his eyes widen before he spares a glance at the boy beside him. Taehyung’s fists unconsciously clench by his sides as he watches you take your lips between your lips as you await the young prince’s answer. 

“Me?” Jimin mutters confused but slowly rises to his feet either way. 

“Yes, you.” You nod, finally gaining the courage to turn to Taehyung whose jaw was now locked as he kept his eyes trained on you, his expression completely unreadable. 

You force down the shudder that threatened to rake through you as you turn on your heels, waiting for Jimin to stand beside you. Once he was up on his feet and by your side, you link your arm through his and start walking. 

“So, is this to get him jealous?” Jimin finally asks once you were a good few feet away, out of Taehyung’s earshot.

“What?” You feign innocence, eyes glancing around in nervousness, suddenly regretting your decision of inviting the prince for a walk.

“Cause Tae’s a pretty jealous guy, especially when it comes to things he really wants.”

“I have no idea what you’re going on about.” You glare at him but Jimin’s bright chuckle disintegrates any form of anger you had felt at all. It was as if his laugh alone could open up the heavens and clear the skies. 

“Your secret is safe with me, princess. I know you like my cousin.” He shrugs “And he likes you too, he’s just too scared.”

“Of what?” The question is out of your mouth before you can even stop yourself, curiosity getting the better of you. Jimin eyes you joyfully, wanting to tease you for being so blunt about your feelings towards his cousin. Yet when the young prince notices the flash of worry that had crossed your face, he decided this was no time for jokes.

“The status quo.” Jimin mumbles “He doesn’t look like it, but Taehyung’s probably the most honorable man I’ve ever met. And since people expect princes and princess’ to end up together, he’s scared of even liking you at all.”

“What a joke.” You growl, hiding the slight crack of your heart after discovering Taehyung’s train of thought.

 "I honestly can’t believe everyone’s is still thinking this way!“

"I know.” Jimin nods “Everyone kind of wants to make our choices for us.”

You are quiet for a few seconds, just realizing that Jimin was going through the same situation you were. He was being set up to be partnered to a princess he wasn’t even sure he even liked. Jimin was expected to marry a princess. Jimin’s own choices were being taken away by the status quo too.  

 "This is ridiculous!“ You hiss, suddenly feeling angry for the young prince beside you. 

"Very.” Jimin nods, suddenly stopping when you had reached the farthest corner of the garden “"I’m sorry to say this, but I believe I’ll have to be leaving you now, princess.“ 

 "What?” You frown, shocked by the sudden turn of your conversation “You wont be walking with me back there?" 

"No” Jimin smiles, gently angling his head the side “Cause my cousin’s just about ready to choke me while hiding behind one of those trees right now.” .

You don’t follow his gaze but you believe him, suddenly feeling the presence of someone else watching you. Taehyung had followed the both of you all the way here just to spy on you?

“You two behave.” Jimin chuckles as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, taking a step backwards.

“Jimin?” You call out to him, your voice lowering “You said he gets jealous easily?”

“Very easily, why?” Jimin bobs his head to the side as a wide grin spreads across your face. 

“Good” You mutter before you step forward and press a chaste kiss against his cheek. Jimin’s eyes widen for a few seconds before he’s biting back a laugh and shaking his head, realizing what you were doing. 

“You two are going to be perfect for each other.” Jimin mutters before he’s stepping back and walking away from you. You play with your fingers quietly, watching the blonde prince disappear behind line of trees before the sound of a tree branch snapping has you jumping in shock. 

You turn back and find Taehyung sitting cross legged on the bench, hands lying flat behind him as he leans back and bobs his head to the side, eyes digging into you dangerously. 

“So, I see you’ve found your prince?” The venom in his voice causes the hair on your arms to stand as you wrap your arms around yourself and feign innocence. 

“Just like how you’ve found your duchess? She’s beautiful by the way, owns a lot of lands up north, I heard.”

“Dumb as a rock though.” He mutters before he’s pushing himself up on his feet. 

“Isn’t that the trend now a days?” You shrug. 

“Jimin snores.” Taehyung suddenly announces “And he never shares his fries, not even if you ask nicely. He also wears heel inserts! He’s not a fan of sweets and he sleeps during movies!” He’s waving his hands in the air, a sudden wave of emotion taking over him as his lips pout out almost childlike as he watches your reaction. 

"My my.” You smile, suddenly amused “Is our duke speaking ill of our prince?" 

"I dont fucking care.” He growls. 

“Jimin seems nice though.” You say as you step forward, watching the vein’s on Taehyung’s neck tighten as he forces his anger down. 

“He is nice but he- he cant” He sighs “He’s not-" 

You step even closer to him, head bobbing to the side as you urge him to finish his sentence. You slowly stand on your tip toes and Taehyung’s eyes look at you from left to right as you place your hands on his chest and press a chaste kiss against his lips. Before the duke could lean down and press against the kiss deeper, you pull away and smile up at him. 

"He’s not you?" 

Fuck“ He breaths out, eyes shutting as his arms wrap around you protectively, as if you’d disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough "Please dont say that." 

"Why not?” You hum, wrapping your arms around his neck, your adoration for the beautiful boy vibrating off of you.. 

I might like it.” He answers, voice straining, eyes opening and staring deeply into your own brown orbs.

“Good.” You smile, your worries earlier when talking to Jimin washing away. Maybe all Taehyung needed was a little shove to finally give up his stand on honor. Maybe all you needed to do was be the aggressive one. Maybe you were all Taehyung really needed to push down his doubts of being with you. 

But suddenly Taehyung is pushing you back as he shakes his head. "No, no. We can’t do this. Who am I kidding , Y/N? You’re a princess!“ 

The comments shocks you, your mouth snapping open as you glare at him, suddenly feeling as though you’ve been slapped.
"What does that have to do with anything?”

“EVERYTHING! I’m a duke, Y/N. Just a duke. You’re a princess, this castle’s princess! One day you’re going to be queen! You’re supposed to-" 

"Dont you fucking say it.” You warn him, command lacing your voice. 

Taehyung shuts his mouth obediently and you have to fight back the urge to rip your hair out of your head as you glare at him. You felt sick. You’re head was spinning as your chest tightened painfully while your hands shook in anger.

“You’re meant to be with someone like Jimin. Someone with that title.” He mutters after a beat and you end up scoffing in disgust. 

“You know whats funny? My entire life, people had always treated me different. Always acted like I was hard to reach or wasn’t even worth being treated anything less than my status.” You pause for a bit, eyes searching his “Then I met you and I actually felt human for a bit. Felt a little bit normal for once. I thought you actually saw the person in me.”

“Of course I do.” Taehyung mutters “But at the end of the day Y/N, you’re still a princess and I’m just.. me." 

"That just means I’m nothing more than my status to you.” You smile at him sadly. You take a step back and Taehyung watches you, eyes  widening as he steps forward, a sudden wave of fear taking over him. He had felt your walls building, felt you shutting off your emotions, felt you pulling away from him.

What had he done?

“I’ll be taking my leave now.” You force out, almost feeling your voice crack in frustration. 

“Wait- Y/N. No, dont. I dont know what to do. What should I do?” Taehyung mutters, eyes searching yours, his hands clenching by his sides. 

“Good day, Duke Kim.” You mutter, finally turning away from him and marching back towards the crowd. You drone out the loud chatter as you weave pass people, even excusing yourself from the few princes who tried talking to you. You make your way inside the castle, pushing your heels off of your feet as you take the stairs up two at a time. The maids watch you all but run on your way down the hall and into the safety of your own room. Once the door had shut and you were sure you were alone, you let out the breath you had been holding since walking away from Taehyung. Your eyes then squeeze shut, the corners dripping with tears of frustration. You furiously wipe your cheeks with the back of your hands, you chest constricting as his words replay in your mind. You slide down against the door, your knees curling against your chest as you force the tears away. 

You are not your status. .

You are not a princess.

You are you. 




The next 5 days pass painfully slow for Taehyung. The young duke had spent his days locked in his own quarters or out at the shooting range, doing his best to stay busy and out of the castle halls. He then spent his nights at some tavern, trying to drown out every thought that had threatened to consume him if he was left alone to ponder. On the third day, a sudden mention of your name had slipped out of one of the prince’s mouths making Taehyung realize that he couldn’t stay here any longer.It was getting far too painful for him. So the young duke decided: It was time for him to go home.

 "Tae, come on. Do you really have to do this?“ Jimin sighs as he watches his cousin pull out his trench coat and slip it on.

"Of course I do.” Taehyung forces out a smile, pretending to be unfazed “I’ve got lands to tend to, Jimin. This was fun and all but this was for you, not for me." 

Bullshit. Jimin had wanted to say, wanting nothing more than to call out his cousin for his bluff. But the prince thought better of it as he kept his tongue between his lips and nodded. 

"Then at least stay for the commentary? The royal family is speaking today and even the princess will be-" 

"You’ll keep me updated.” Taehyung smiles, cutting the conversation as he grabs his bag and starts making his way towards the door. 

“Are you taking the train?” Jimin asks, running his hands through his hair in frustration as he tries catching up to the large strides of his cousin. 

“Yeah, it’s leaving in 2 hours.” Taehyung nods looking down the hall and smiling at the servants who were bidding him farewell. 

“Ah, the announcements will be beginning by then.” Jimin nods. 

Taehyung was about to open his mouth and answer when a shade of scarlet suddenly has him stopping on his tracks and shutting his mouth, his heart slamming against his chest. 

You had stepped down the hall, looking down at the notebook which one of your maidens had held, reminding you about certain topics to address later. Just as the first time he had met you, you had looked completely breath taking. Taehyung couldn’t even find a word to describe you in your gorgeous knee length dress, the color reflecting the redness of a freshly picked apple. Your hair was down today, flowing softly down your shoulders while a light shade of red blessed your lips. 

His princess was as gorgeous as ever. 

 As if feeling his gaze, you snap your head up, eyes immediately locking with Taehyung’s. The young duke had stayed rooted to the ground, making no signs of moving as his eyes just took you in. His bag was casually slung over his back, his trench coat swaying with the slight blow of the wind. You clear your throat before telling your maiden to wait. You slowly approach the two boys, your knees shaking and your heart doing 8-0-8′s in your chest but your expression had remained calm and cool. Jimin glances back and forth between you two, the tension thick in the air. 

“Leaving so soon, dear duke?” You ask, your throat tightening at the effort to sound indifferent. 

“Sadly yes, I’ve got duties to fulfill at home.” Taehyung nods, not revealing any form of emotion. 

“I’m sure you do, you’re quite the honorable man.” You smile, yet the venom in your voice was so clear that Jimin had to press his lips together, hiding back a wince. 

Taehyung purses his lips before giving you a slight nod, holding back the need to wrap his arms around you and claim you as his.
“I wish you good luck during your announcements." 

"You’re not staying till then?” Your eyes had widen unconsciously and Taehyung had to frown at your reaction. Why were you so surprised? 

“Sadly no, my train is leaving in 2 hours.” Taehyung mumbles, fingers drumming against his thigh nervously. 

“Oh.” You nod, forcing down the disappointment as you meet his gaze 

“Well, I hope you take care,” A long pause fills the air as you study his features quietly for the last time. This was going to be the last time you saw the young duke. 

“Taehyung.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen at the mention of his name but you were already turning to look back at your maiden to even notice his reaction. You walk pass the two boys and Taehyung’s eyes follow you, his heart crying out inside his chest as his lips tremble at the effort to contain himself. 

Y/N?




You tap your foot lightly against the floor, your heels clicking against the wooden layer. Your mother has to place her hands on your lap to stop your movements, her grip tightening as a simple warning. You give her a sheepish smile before turning to look back at your father who was just finishing his own speech. 

“Nervous?” You mother whispers, noticing the clenching and unclenching of your fists. 

“No.” You shake your head. To be honest, you really weren’t nervous about the speech at all. In fact you would have rather spent your time practicing archery than being here. No, you weren’t nervous. 

You were disappointed.

Disappointed that Taehyung had chosen to leave today. Disappointed that he couldn’t even stay for a few more hours and hear your speech. Disappointed that he looked fine. Disappointed that maybe you were the only one with the attraction to begin with. Disappointed that after all this time, you still craved the young duke above anyone else.

“Darling, it’s your turn.” Your mother cuts your train of thought and you snap your head up, greeted by the waiting crowd. 

“Oh.” You mumble before your up on your feet and making your way to the podium. You smile at the crowd, greeting them courteously before starting. You begin by talking about the basic issues: road repairs planned for the month, your trip to the neighboring Kingdom next month, your fathers decision to stop the trade with the east kingdom. They all listen attentively, nodding their head in understanding at the simple facts that you were stating. 

You give them all one glance before you’re clearing your throat, warning them of the sudden topic change. 

“Alright!" You smile before setting your notebook down "Now, to address the elephant in the room." 

Your eyes find Jimin’s against the crowd and he gives you a supportive smile. You turn to the empty seat beside him and push down the feeling of sadness that claws against your chest. You shake the feeling away before you let out a steadying breath and smile.

"As you all know, my mother had somehow set this little get together of the kingdoms in hopes to find me a partner.” You hum and turn to your mother teasingly while she just rolls her eyes at you. The crowd chuckles lovingly at you both and you turn back to look at them with bright eyes. 

“As a princess, I know it is expected of me to fall for someone of the same stature. Everyone in the room is probably expecting me to marry some prince to keep the perfect blood line” You notice the princes adjust their coats as they sat higher in their seats, waiting for you to finish.

“But something my dad told me a few years ago really has me thinking twice about all these expectations of me." 

Your father bites back a smile as he turns to your mother who was now arching an eyebrow in question. 

"My dad told me, that the most important thing in the world is for one to be happy. He even explained that love can make someone so happy that it blinds you. So I asked him if my mom was his happiness, he said: ‘Yes, because I love her. But daring I love you too, so that makes you another one of my happiness. How lucky am I?’

“I adored that, I adored their love, I adored their happiness, I adore them." You smile, playing with your fingers as you forced yourself not to look back at your mother. 

"Dad was a prince and Mom was a princess. They were a fairy tale that came true and to this day, they remain completely and utterly perfect for each other. So a few years ago, I asked my dad when I would find my prince, and this line is really what stuck to me: 

'darling, I don’t want you to find a prince. I want you to find a person. Someone who makes you happy, someone who brings out sides of you that you never knew you had, someone who lives their lives everyday just so they can love you. Someone to be your person. 

Thats what I want you to find
.’”


You scan the crowd and see the princes gawking at you, amazed that their own hidden feelings were being spoken out loud. They were people of stature who were also stripped of their choices because of the way of thinking of the masses. 

"That means that that someone could be anyone. It could be a prince, a duke, an old fruit trader, the farmer up the hill, or even the little fisherman’s son by the lake.” You shrug your shoulders “So, my dear princes, I’ve gotten to know all of you these past days and all of you are wonderful. Any woman would be lucky to have you but that woman wont be… 

it won’t be me." 

"Have you found someone who makes you happy?” Comes the loud question of Prince Jin, his eyes smiling as he stares at you knowingly. You press your lips together before bobbing your head to the side. 

“I might’ve.” You mumble more to yourself than to the crowd "Or I thought I did.“ 

You shake your head before smiling, once again pushing down the sadness "So I hope you don’t take this with an ill heart, my dear princes. I just want all of us to find what truly makes us-" 

A pair of eyes suddenly capture your attention as the words die down on your lips. You had stood frozen, the sound of your heart slamming against your chest being only sound you could hear in the room of more than a hundred people. The curve of his lips has you widening your eyes as you watch him cross his arms and lean against the wall for support. 

 ”Finish“ You read his lips and are suddenly pulled out of your frozen state, looking back down at your notebook and trying to remember what you were supposed to say. As if sensing your distress, your father had come up behind you, placing his arms on your shoulder and smiling to the crowd. 

"What truly makes all of you happy.” He finishes for you and the loud claps that filled the room makes you jump in shock, not expecting such a reaction. Your father chuckles at you before placing a soft kiss against your temple.

“Your little duke is here?” He whispers and you turn to him with wide questioning eyes. 

“I know everything, darling.” He chuckles “It is my kingdom." 

"Daddy!” You growl at him but he just winks at you before he’s clapping his hands, asking the crowd to settle down. 

“Alright, so now that the announcements are over, I’d like to invite all of you to the dinning hall where dinner is being served!” Your father smiles then turns to you, eyes filled with nothing but affection. 

“Stay and talk some sense into him. I heard he’s too honorable that one.” He chuckles. 

“You have no idea.” You roll your eyes before you grasp his hand, thanking him. The crowd waits for the king and queen to exit the room before they’re all following them out, flocking out the large wooden doors. You turn to look back at where Taehyung had stood, watching as he kept his eyes solely on you while rows of people pass him. You could feel your throat drying, your heart beating wildly against your rib cage as your palms had started sweating.

A princess’ palms should never sweat.

Once the last person was out the door, you decide to feign ignorance by pretending to fix your notes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he had shook you. Your heart patters in rythm with his steps against wooden floor as he slowly moves forward. 

“Are you not going to acknowledge my presence?“ You hear his voice and the butterflies that flutter in your stomach has you shutting your eyes. It was so good to hear his voice again, to assure you that you weren’t hallucinating and that he really was here in front of you. That he really had stayed. 

"Why should I? When does the princess have to address the duke?” You arch an eyebrow, testing him.

“Oh, but I’m not a duke.” He shakes his head, stepping closer to the podium, eyes twinkling as he looked up at you. 

“And what would you be then?” You bob your head to the side, suddenly breathless at the intensity of his gaze. 

“A prince, a duke, an old fruit trader, the farmer up the hill or even the little fisherman’s son by the lake.” He smiles “A person." 

You had not intended to show him any level of your happiness but you couldn’t stop the smile that had spread on your face as your heart screamed for his name. 

"Really now? I thought, you were a duke and I was a princess?”

“Fuck the system. Fuck the rules. Fuck being honorable.” Taehyung curses and you let out a chuckle, covering your mouth with your fingers. Taehyung growls at the fact that you had covered your face but the sight of your rosy cheeks was enough to calm him. 

Y/N,  Let me be your person.”

Your world had stopped spinning. Your vision had blurred and your heart was too forgone as you nod your head and drop your hands from your face.  
“Then stop being so damn honorable and get up here." 

Taehyung shakes his head, his nose scrunching up as he bit back a smile "But I like looking up at you, you have no idea how bloody beautiful you look right now.”

You bite the inside of your cheeks before rolling your eyes, your ears heating up at the compliment.
 "Kim Taehyung I will order the guards to be off with your head if you dont get up here and kiss me." 

The laugh that escapes his lips are music to your ears. You let out a smile as you watch Taehyung climb on the stage, not wasting any time as his arms suddenly reaches out for you. You meet him half way, letting him pull you towards him as you snake your arms around his neck. Taehyung gazes at your face for a few seconds, his eyes unbelieving at the fact that he had come to adore you so much in such a short span of time. 

You were going to ask him what was wrong but the young duke suddenly takes your lips against his own and you swore you could see sparks flying behind your eyelids. Taehyung’s kisses was your own absolute downfall. 

The contented sigh that leaves Taehyung’s lips causes you to smile against his lips. Taehyung would never admit out loud  just how long he had been wanting to kiss you again. His nights were filled of dreams of kissing you or at least holding you in his arms once again. His days were filled with the thought of you, from the way you smile all the way to how your toes would curl when you laughed. 

You were Taehyung’s one and only thought. 

He threads his hands through your hair, angling his head to the side and deepening the kiss. You playfully nibble on his lower lip and the guttural sound that escapes his throat has you digging your nails against the back of his neck. Taehyung opens his mouth and you immediately explore it with your tongue, only to have his own tongue flick against yours. His hands travel from your hair down to your waist, gripping you tighter as you ran your hands from his neck down to his collarbones then down his chest. Taehyung hadn’t mean to but his hands found their way against your behind, squeezing for dear life as he swallows back a moan that threatened to leave his lips. You gasp at the action, pulling away from him but placing your forehead against his, the seductive smile on your face just enough to drive any man mad.

"Not so noble now are we?” You smile and Taehyung lets out a low chuckle before pecking your lips and squeezing your ass once more. 

“Not today, princess.” You bite your lower lip in completely adoration, knowing that Taehyung had not called you by your ranking but instead used the term as a pet name. You were just about to place another kiss against his lips when someone clearing their throat causes you to snap your head back, ready to scream out a command to throw him into the castle cells for disturbing you. 

“I’d like you to get your hands off of my daughters-” The king doesnt finish his sentence, shaking his head as his eyes glares lasers on where Taehyung’s hands had laid. The young duke immediately lifts his hands in the air, as if surrendering to the enemy as his eyes double their usual size, fear coursing through him.

He steps away from you causing you to click your tongue and cross your arms over your chest, the spoiled princess in you coming out. 

“Daddy, I swear!" 

"Time for dinner.” The King clicks his tongue sparing one glance at Taehyung then turning to look back at you “Now would the spoiled princess and her handsy duke hurry up? The people are waiting.”

“What type of king walks all the way over here to say that! You could have asked one of the guards to do this! You were eavesdropping daddy, dont you lie!” You hiss but Taehyung immediately covers your mouth with his hands as he smiles at your father. 

“We’re coming, your highness.” He says.

You glare at him, spitting profanities that were being muffled by his hand against your mouth. Taehyung pinches your nose to silence you and you immediately slap his hand away in shock. He lets out a loud chuckle as you stare up at him in rage, threatening to be off with his head yet again. Taehyung mocks your voice and your mouth drops open as you pinch his sides only to have the young duke wrap his arms around you and throw you over his shoulders as he smiles brightly at your father.

“We’re coming, sire.” He chuckles as you scream out his name only to end up laughing as you slapped his behind.

“I swear to god, Taehyung, if you drop me!” You giggle as Taehyung passes by your father to exit the ballroom.

“You’ll be fine.” Taehyung hums, fingers pinching the back of your leg teasingly. You growl at him and let out a wicked smile before you dig your teeth against his lower back emitting a loud scream from the young duke as he slowly puts you back on your feet and stares wide at your bite mark. 

“THAT’S GONNA FUCKING SCAR.”Taehyung screeches as your start skipping down the halls, a wide smile on your face.

“YOU’LL BE FINE.” You mock him.

The king bites back a smile as he leans against the door frame. Watching as Taehyung chases after you, a wide smile on his face as he listened to your laughs echo down the halls. Your father shakes his head before adjusting his crown and letting out a proud grin.

“I guess some girls want a man who won’t treat them like a princess.”

anon asks:

Hi! I really enjoy your asoiaf m/eta - I was wondering, do you think that Jaime is on his best way to become Tywins “true heir”, a scenario in which Brienne has a role similar to Joanna’s? I.e. Jaime’s genuine affection for her becomes his only sympathetic quality in the end, much like Tywin’s genuine love for his wife appears to have been is only truly likable trait? Not to reduce Brienne (or Joanna) to that alone, but it would emphasize Jaime’s doom and her rise nicely.

Hi, thank you! A couple things first, before I sink my teeth into the rest:

a) this is in no way an objective statement, but no matter how his arc ends, even if it goes the darkest way possible, Jaime has plenty of sympathetic traits (not necessarily qualities, mind) that allow me to find him relatable, and this makes him ALREADY incomparable with Tywin;

b) I don’t believe in love being a sympathetic quality or a mitigating factor per se, and I don’t think people who love are necessarily one step closer to *goodness* than people who don’t. For example, while I don’t see Stannis as necessarily incapable of love—I quite like the idea that under his stern facade there’s a lot of feelings, for his child, for Jon, for Davos, and maybe even for Melisandre, on top of his complex issues with his own brothers—even if we stick to the interpretation of Stannis as a loveless character, I don’t think this diminishes his fundamental goodness. On the other hand, there are the Lannisters, who are fifty shades of questionable, but they ALLL love so much!

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Deep Space Nine RECAP: 5x06

I mean obviously.

Season 5, Episode 6: ‘Trials and Tribble-ations’

A coupla suits arrive in Ops, announcing they’re from the DEPARTMENT OF TEMPORAL INVESTIGATIONS, good god yes.

Dax grins. “I guess you boys from Temporal Investigations are…always on time.”

Kira laughs, the space bureaucrats do not, and I am flipping my shit because no one told me that Deep Space Nine’s love letter to The Original Series was also their tonally perfect homage to the X-Files comedy episodes?? BUT IT SO IS. [Update: SO VERY IS]

Kira shows the suits in to Sisko’s office, where Ben, eager to share Deep Space 9’s bounty of space bevs, the glue that holds this society together, asks, “Are you sure you don’t want anything?”

“Just the truth, Captain,” Suit One responds.

Sisko:

Ok here’s some elements essential to the BRILLIANCE of the meta-tastic comedic episodes of The X-Files, which would have been in its own fifth season at this point, and clearly known and loved by the Star Trek: DS9 writers:

- suits, whose demand for explanations provides narrative framework and ballast — check, just brought those in by turbolift
- outlandish supernatural plot devices — born ready
- diegetic jokes — Jadzia Dax has us covered, now and always
- genre jokes, always with the ~feel~ of puns even when they’re not, delivered straight BUT
- with this pervading sense that everyone involved, actors fully but on some level even characters too, are playing it Extra Straight as their way of having as much fun with it as possible
- basically, everyone holds their stares for one hilarious beat too long to leave space for the imaginary *wink*

It is HEAPS OF FUN because the sense of everyone being in on the joke includes us, the audience, and so we love these episodes for their sense of community and affection as much as we do for their creativity and cleverness in taking a break from form to comment on the form. These kinds of episodes are the best and bounciest and all silliness in the service of sincerity and I’M SO HAPPY and we’re only just starting, ahh, AAHH.

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Atomic Prejudice

Not about nuclear power! This post is about ‘staying in your lane’, various forms of prejudice such as racism, ableism, homophobia, etc. Content warning for discussion of torture as 'therapy’, medical scary stuff, mention of rape and other non-con .

I have a lot to say about 'staying in your lane’, but first I want to talk a bit about the Judge Rotenberg Center.

The Judge Rotenberg Center is an infamous residential facility for developmentally disabled individuals. The primary source of its infamy is its use of skin shock 'adversives’ (not to be confused with Electroconvulsive Therapy, where electrical shocks are used to deliberately induce a seizure for therapeutic reasons. Which does apparently somehow manage to work not-uncommonly. It is of course still labeled a Class III 'High Risk’ treatment by the FDA as it IS delivering shocks with the deliberate intent to induce seizures. But things that would be very bad in an uncontrolled environment can still be helpful medically-heart surgery is good even though one would not usually want someone cutting open one’s chest). Autism Speaks got a lot of hate for endorsing the JRC, though to their credit they have since renounced and publicly condemned it (Autism Speaks remains bad. The JRC is simply bad enough that even Autism Speaks condemns it).

I have autism. Because of this, I know what it is like to face some of the various things that autistic people face. To use a common way of phrasing, my condemning the JRC has me 'in my lane’. I have never been tortured the way JRC tortures its residents. I have however had people attempt to alter my behavior in unpleasant ways due to my autism, so this does give me some knowledge though. But here is the thing-a lot of LGBT individuals are currently worrying a lot about electroshock 'therapy’. If they have enough experience from their life to be able to understand the badness of that, then it does not seem difficult for me to say “Imagine that, but rather than trying to eradicate your homosexuality/bisexuality/transgenderness/etc they are trying to eradicate an even bigger and harder to hide part of yourself.”. This explanation doesn’t completely communicate my understanding-'harder to hide’ isn’t very clear, I’m not sure exactly how to communicate the sensation of trying to suppress something like flapping in excitement, though I could try and possibly communicate more (“Imagine a world where people consider smiling disgusting” might be worth trying)

Rather more interestingly though, I’m still only extrapolating how bad such a thing would be-as stated I’ve never experienced it. Some nonautistic, in fact not mentally disabled at all people have however. It is entirely possible that some of them are better at extrapolating the details of how the torture interacts with autism than I am at extrapolating the torture, in which case they would in fact understand this component of autism oppression better than I do.

Most people reading this however, have hopefully not been tortured with electroshock therapy. But we can still extrapolate-if you have ever had someone hurt you, or even just suffered pain at all, that gives you at least a start. The more distant your experience is the harder it will be, requiring more explanation and/or effort. Possibly too hard to overcome-I admit if you have no experience with pain at all I am at a loss for how to start other than saying “Mary’s Room” and perhaps talking about utility functions. This is a difference of quality, not a difference of kind however.

So I say to you feel free to speak out against torturing mentally disabled people with electric shocks! And that you almost certainly didn’t need an autistic person to confirm that such a thing is bad-I’m pretty confident you could have figured that out on your own.

Now, back to the original topic (not that we ever truly left it)! Perhaps some of you are wondering about the title-'Atomic Prejudice’? Well, our word atomic comes from the Latin word 'atomus’, meaning 'indivisable’ (Spoiler alert: This was kinda awkward when it turned out we could totally divide them, and they in fact divide often in nature). Prejudice is not atomic-it has parts (just like atoms!). The prejudice I face as an autistic person divides into a variety of different parts-mockery for the way I speak and displeasure at my expressions of joy for two examples. Other people face similar things for different reasons-the details and reasons might change-perhaps they have a stutter, or face mockery for their accent. Some details might matter more, others less, and some barely at all. Regardless, prejudice is not atomic-it has parts and those parts can resemble parts of other prejudices.

There is, however, an attitude I’ve seen which stands in opposition to this view-an insistence that prejudice cannot be dissected or examined. One such example is here. A few choice quotes:

Two unalike things that have different discourses that can’t be compared because they are just… Different

In a world where [the bigotry and angry signs were identical] they still can’t be compared

You can’t compare them

And the most problematic quote:

if you aren’t POC you haven’t experienced racism therefore you cannot accurately describe what is racist and why it’s bad other than the fact it’s… Bad

Really? That sounds like EXCELLENT news. After all, I’m autistic-I’ve had speeches from my mother about how to stay safe and not offend cops. Since I can therefore describe that, I guess black people must not have to worry about anything remotely similar to that! Call the presses! Black Lives Matter can go home! Non-POC have experienced poverty and can accurately describe that-I guess racist economic oppression must be gone! Hurrah!

Or, ya know, no.

Sure, my experience with speeches from my mother about how to be safe around cops probably aren’t identical to any speech a black person has received. I doubt most of their speeches are identical either though, unless their mom’s are passing a script around. What level of 'accurately describe’ is being talked about here? The point where one can quote it word for word? I have a terrible memory-I couldn’t quote any of the speeches my mom gave me word for word. Or perhaps it is a matter of degree, in which case I suggest one first imagines what sort of ratio between autistic risk and black risk would justify one’s view, and then go look up the statistics-what if the autistic risk increase is 10% of the black risk increase? 50%? 80%? What if they are equal? What if the autistic risk is higher? And ask yourself-where did such a number possibly come from?

While I was doing research for this post, I came across a post that I don’t think I’ll link (due to the nature of the content), but shall attempt to describe, where someone talked about the statement “don’t compare anything to rape”, and how they felt very awkward about it because their PTSD was caused by a medical incident where they felt their consent was messed up in some weird ways, their body was violated, and afterward they felt ruined sexually. They referred to it as “their rape” because it was the only word they could come up with to explain the sensation, and when they got into feminism the sensation was that it was trying to steal the only name they had for the way they were violated. Now, I get nitpicky 'you should use language in a formal and precise manner!’ feels. And full disclosure, that did pop up as I read the post. I promptly squashed it. I *really* care about people communicating precisely. And if I thought I was up to navigating such an emotional minefield I might try to help someone work out a more exact description (I do not think I could achieve such a thing). But they were trying to understand and communicate and work through something terrible. That is VERY important, but trying to make things ‘atomically’ bad blocks that. 

So the ‘atomic’ view of prejudice often just seems nonsensical, if taken literally dismisses real problems people face, hampers recovery from trauma, interferes with communication and the ability to bond with others. Anything else?

Well, the way I’ve generally seen it used also often seems rather dishonest and aggressive. If people can’t examine prejudice at all, then they are forced to simply take your word, and as a result your orders. You can use it like a weapon people to bludgeon them into obeying, or harm those you hate. I think a lot of people are ‘hardening’ the concept to try to seal themselves off from a world that is hurting them, but others are ‘hardening’ the concept into a metaphorical club they can use to intimidate and whack people. 

And that is no good. Besides the immediate harms they can achieve using the weaponized concept, bit by bit they make it harder for people to reason and comprehend and communicate and ally. A weapon whose very construction alone scars the cognitive and social landscape, even without its use.

The some other effects of suppression of comprehension vary, especially when there is disagreement-since if you can’t understand something except through someone else, what do you do when they disagree? This can be disorienting, though occasionally amusing. It can also worsen in-group conflicts, since if the only way anyone outside can know is through your group, and your group must have all the knowledge, even an innocent disagreement must publicly turn into an attempt to claim the other person is faking their membership. 

Now, of course checking your views with other people is important-I have one or more people look at almost every big post I write (I am far better at theory than practice, and so I especially worry that I may be completely missing something. Remarkably often the response has been along the lines of 'Oh, huh, that is a good theoretical description of what happened during [X]. Good job’ ‘During what? Never heard of it. Wasn’t even sure if something like this ever happened. Well, good to know’). The wonderful @alarajrogers and her ability to give long and informative rants on LGBT history, feminism history, fandom history, and probably some other kinds of history I haven’t asked about yet has been a great source of information (Plus she writes good fanfic). Even for autistic issues I prefer to check-checking is just generally a good idea.

However, as long as you are willing to have honest and productive discussion, I welcome you into my ‘lane’. I doubt you will be able to prove yourself a master of choosing fidgets if you aren’t autistic/adhd/whatever other brain things cause that, but even the ‘native’ occupants don’t know everything, and they can still try to help.

As for examples on the opposite end of the spectrum, I offer this by the wise, insightful, and kind @theunitofcaring who manages to describe view of prejudice where the ‘outer casing’ is transparent and every mechanism laid bare, this by the amusing, kind, and well dressed @funereal-disease who brings up additional psychological issues that I confess I cannot personally relate to or very well validate, as my psychology is decidedly based around theory and principle. They are both awesome people.

100 Days of Trump Day 64: Fallout New Vegas

Welcome Back to 100 Days of Trump, where I try to explain WTF happened in 2016 through 100 works of fiction, and I think we haven’t had quite enough video games in the last three days, lets talk fallout.  Now the Fallout series has a lot of depth, good characters, fun gameplay and interesting ideas so generally I recommend all of it….except Fallout 3….and Fallout 4….and Brotherhood of Steel…..Ok really just the first two games and this one, but the point is only New Vegas is really relevant to Trump, but play the first two if you like classic RPGs.

     So everybody knows that Fallout is a post nuclear world, but the premise of the…good games is that society collapsed…..nothing really changed.  People are exactly the same just with less fancy houses and and the sins of the Old World continue on to the future.  So ok, sounds like post Great Recession America, how is this about Trump?  Well FallOut New Vegas is about the player being trapped between three factions

 Caesar’s Legion, a violent reactionary sexist, racist, right wing militant extremist group who advocate racial supremacy, and a return to an idealized past that never existed.

The New Californian Republic, A bunch of corrupt moderates who couch their language in the ideals of democracy and progressive ideals but are duplicitous, warmongering, and have become increasingly sexist, racist, classist, and undemocratic but look good compared to the first group.

Mr. House, a completely amoral rich plutocrat whose utter selfishness and open hostility to submitting to any form of control are mixed with surprisingly progressive social policies and honest look at the problems.

    So New Vegas is an alternate universe if Bloomberg actually ran third party, and Trump wasn’t a complete idiot. 

Today though, I want to focus on Caesar’s Legion.  One of the themes of New Vegas is even though the US has been wiped out, everybody is clinging to symbols of the past, clinging to them out of context and justifying their actions by claiming continuity with the past.  The NCR claims to literally be the US goverment despite a century long gap between the fall of the US and the NCR’s founding, or the fact that it doesn’t use our constitution, or the fact that it is only located in California.  And its desire to seize control of all the American land means it prioritizes war over its citizen’s well being (stop me if this sounds familiar).  Mr. House is determined to preserve the culture of Las Vegas, or rather the way we imagine Las Vegas, with all of the actual realities of Vegas culture removed, its the city center without the city around it, forcibly preserved by an immortal dictator.  All the factions try to link themselves to a mystical past (a past we know is utterly whitewashed cause its our present), but the worst of them all, is Caesar’s Legion

    See, Edward Sallow was a history nut of the old world when he read about the Roman Empire, and sought to recreate it anew in post apocalyptic Nevada, arguing that since Rome is the foundation of Western Civilization, a return to true Western Greatness.  Wherever they go, they bring cultural purity, slavery, Roman era gender relations, and require absolute conformity to their way of life.  According to Caesar

“Pax Romana=It means a nationalist, imperialist, totalitarian, homo genius culture that obliterates the identity of every group it conquers.  Long term stability at all costs.  The individual has no value beyond his utility to the state, whether as an instrument of war or production”

But here is the thing, speaking as a big roman history nut…..THAT ISN’T TRUE.  Pax Romonus means “Roman Peace” and means just that, peace.  Rome was an Imperialistic, slave owning, genocidal empire that could be extraordinarily brutal, but guess what?  It wasn’t nationalistic, the Roman Empire was always borrowing ideas from other cultured cultures in order to improve their empire, it was extremely multicultural and interventionist.   I mean

   The Roman Navy was Carthaginian 

   The Roman Gods were Greek 

    Later they converted to a monotheistic Sect from Judea

    For a while they worshiped a Syrian god named Sol Invictus 

   Most of the Elites Spoke Greek

   The Roman Legionary Structure was influenced by the neighboring Samnites

   The roman Calvary was almost always Gallic, North Africa, German or Syria

    Trajan and Hadrien were Spanish

   The Severun dynasty was North African/Syrian (and btw the dynasty that most resembled New Vegas)

    The Ilyrian Emperors who saved rome from the Crisis of the Third Century AD, like Aurelian, Diocletion, Claudius Gothicus) were from the Balkans

  Constantine was Balkan/British

   Flavius Aetius (who defeated Atilla the Hun) was Scythian 

   Justinian and Belisarius weren’t Latin Roman

   Hell after a certain point, almost none of the Emperors are Roman any more, instead they are German, or Hunnic, Syrian or Raba, Spanish or African, Gaulic or Balkan, non Roman Italian, 

  In fact, one of the main reasons why Western Roman Empire fell is that it didn’t allow the various Gothic/Germanic strongmen to become Emperor in their own RIght.

    Rome was never a homogeneous unchanging culture, from Romulus to Constantine XI Roman is defined by its capacity to change and adapt, and its multi cultural empire gave it a lot of ideas to draw upon.  And when you look at White Nationalists today who fetishist Rome, it is a rome they don’t understand.    By the Way, that Hegelian view of history, that is believed by Steave Bannon. 

   Also…the transformation to dictatorship doesn’t go as Caesar claims, cause guess what?  Julius Caesar didn’t invade a foreign nation, he had a civil war with his own country.  And Augustus Caesar took pains to ensure that his Empire was a soft and nonthreatening as possible, the more authoritarian emperors like Septimius Severus were terrible rulers.  

Also The Julians didn’t claim to be “Son of Mars” they claimed to be descended from Venus Goddess of Love, hence her role in the Aeneid.  

    Also Rome didn’t emerge out of a harsh brutal land to fight against the weak fat settled people, Rome emerged in Central Italy, a lush fertile climate.  Hell according to legend, Rome was founded by the refuse and exiles from all the surrounding societies, who came to Rome for a second chance and married Sabine women.  Honestly Caesar (the in game Caesar not real life, not Julius Caesar) seems to be confusing Rome with Sparta, and which of those two civilizations conquered the known world?  I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t the one with the eugenics model.  It was the one with the independent aristocracy, and a Republic who did most of the conquest of Rome.  This is a map of Rome at its height 

and this is how much of that was taken by the Republic, not the empire

That is more than half, and a great deal of the remaining was conquered by Emperor Claudius, you know, this guy?

the one with the limp and the stammer and the twitch.  Rome’s Empire mostly fought Romans, Rome’s Republic conquered.  

    And when the Legion tries to Cosplay as Real Rome, it never quite matches the true stories. 

   This stories resembles Roman propaganda, except…Rome rarely wiped out the entire population, in fact their empire was supported by a network of client kingdoms who betrayed their former rulers to side with Rome.  One of the most important pieces of Roman rule that if you surrendered, you were treated fairly, if you fought a bit and then surrendered, you were treated well.  If you fought to the death, stuck to your principles as Vulpes implies, then you were wiped out.  Just ask the Jews at Masada how Rome respects those who fight to the last.  

    So we have a violent, militant, reactionary culture fetishistic a past that never truly existed and they don’t seem to understand to justify extreme racism, violence, and horrifying sexism in order to fight against a corrupt hypocritical but far less awful democratic regime.  Sound Familiar

oh…..well that too but also this 

   Those who idealize history are always those who understand it the least, and New Vegas for all its buggy often frustrating gameplay glory, understands what happens when history is co-opted by those who don’t understand it but wish to use the symbols of nostalgia to justify their own atrocities.  Isn’t that Right Ulysses, so named after the man who traveled the ocean for 10 year trying to find home and then freed all the Slave?

Edit: I also want to talk about this real quick

Yeah that whole “War is great for its own sake” macho bullshit?  The Romans weren’t so into that, they were much more into “Hey, work for us, and you can keep all your stuff”  There is a reason why all of the ancient rome spoke of Roman Treachery.  

lil favor // yoongi

Originally posted by pangguk

1.3k words. fluff. college au.


“Just so you know, I don’t like you.” You defiantly state.

The corner of Yoongi’s lips lifts up into a half smirk, gaze slanting your way, teasingly questioning your declaration. He tugs your intertwined hands to his side, yanking you closer to him as well until there’s hardly any space between the two of you.

“Likewise.” He says ever so calmly, it pisses you off.

You’re about to open your mouth to let a snarky remark put his smug ass in place but he beats you to it.

“You ready?”

The question brings you back to the situation at hand. Let’s see, you’ve made a deal with the devil, namely Min Yoongi who’s always been a tough competition in everything, you get the highest score in a test and he gets the highest score in your best class. Technically, asking your long term rival to pretend to be your fake boyfriend to ─how do you put it─ show to your ex, Jimin, whose presence is always graced by a group of female students after the rumor of the breakup made its way through campus, isn’t the best idea. But if it’s anyone that won’t judge you for your insecurities when you see those gorgeous girls Jimin is always seen talking to, or rather flirting with, then it would be Yoongi.

“Absolutely not.” You breathe out, eyes widening as if everything’s finally crashing down on you and hitting your square in the face with a stone brick.

“Good.” He smiles playfully, almost making you forget your purpose.

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