and righteous anger

Dear Diary

TITLE: Dear Diary


CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1 of 4

AUTHOR: Eclectica-posts

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki comforting you when you’re crying. He knows exactly what to do or say to help you through it.

RATING: Maure, with a lot more mature in further chapters

NOTES/WARNINGS:

THOR RAGNAROK SPOILERS


Smut, fluff and bad jokes.

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examine your intentions. don’t move, why are you here? is your anger self righteous or misdirected? are you holding yourself accountable? what are the consequences of your actions? are your feelings facts, are they a tool for you to win an argument? are your actions consistent with the love you say you have for another? what does love mean to you? is your language mindful of another’s illnesses and traumas? do you respect another’s autonomy and critical thinking skills? are your emotions enriching this conversation or damaging it?

based on this suggestions blog.  warning:  these are pretty dark/angry  &  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding!!

‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  &  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me?  ’
‘  all i want is to be soft  &  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  &  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’
‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’
‘  burning it all to the ground  &  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’
‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own?  ’
‘  do you trust me enough?  do you trust me at all?  ’
‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’
‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’
‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’
‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’
‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  &  i touch  &  i touch  &  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop?  ’
‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  &  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  &  my eyes are still stretched wide  &  terrified.  ’
‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for?  ’
‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’
‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’
‘  i am aching to hold you  &  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’
‘  i am divine  &  you will bow before me.  ’
‘  i am fucking divine.  ’
‘  i am in control  &  i listen to no one.  ’
‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’
‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’
‘  i am not worth saving  &  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’
‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’
‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’
‘  i bow to no man.  ’
‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  &  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’
‘  i can give you your wings back  &  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’
‘  i cannot be saved.  ’
‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’
‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’
‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’
‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’
‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’
‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’
‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’
‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’
‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’
‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’
‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’
‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’
‘  i have fallen  &  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’
‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’
‘  i have no home anymore.  ’
‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  &  then i remember nothing.  ’
‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’
‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’
‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’
‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’
‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’
‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  &  maybe someday it will be true.  ’
‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’
‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’
‘  is it my fault?  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’
‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right?  ’
‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  &  suffocating on sadness.  ’
‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’
‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’
‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’
‘  i’m so cold  &  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’
‘  i’m so tired all the time  &  i just want to be awake again.  ’
‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’
‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’
‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’
‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’
‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’
‘  loneliness is a disease  &  it leaves me empty  &  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  &  bounces back.  ’
‘  made of starlight  &  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’
‘  my anger is righteous  &  my actions are pure.  ’
‘  my chest aches  &  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’
‘  my chest hurts  &  all i need is some comfort  &  understanding.  ’
‘  my chest hurts  &  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’
‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  &  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’
‘  pull me apart  &  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’
‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  &  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’
‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’
‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’
‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’
‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  &  plead for help?  fuck off.  ’
‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’
‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’
‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  &  you better remember that.  ’
‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’
‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’
‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’
‘  voices whisper from the shadows  &  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’
‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved?  ’
‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it?  ’
‘  who the fuck do you think you are?  ’
‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying?  ’
‘  with a new year comes new tests  &  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’
‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once?  ’
‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  &  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’
‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’
‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’
‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’
‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’
‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’
‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’
‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’
‘  you touch me  &  my skin burns  &  it burns for you,  always you.  ’

Horror parodies are seldom as funny, and never as scary, as fright-flicks that play their scares, er, straight. Jordan Peele — the shorter half of the 21st century’s funniest sketch-comedy duo — understands this, and that’s why Get Out, his debut feature as writer and director, is so truly, madly, mercilessly entertaining, even when it makes you want to jump out of your skin. It is small-c catholic in its tastes, liberally sampling elements of Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, Rosemary’s Baby and Invasion of the Body Snatchers before morphing into the most potent racial revenge fantasy since Django Unchained. But a parody it’s not: It’s as gnarly as Green Room, 2016’s nerviest thriller, whose villains wore their bigotry on their tattooed arms. What makes Get Out stand out is that its social critique — usually present in the horror-survival genre as subtext — is very much its text.

That’s a writing trick Peele and his creative partner, Keegan-Michael Key, used over and over again through five seasons of their marvelous Comedy Central series, one that boasted production values that stood head and shoulders above anything else in sketch TV. Key & Peele’s movie sendups looked like real movies, and now we have a good idea why: Peele is a world-class filmmaker. (Nearly all Key & Peele episodes were directed by Peter Atencio, who also directed the two comics in last year’s Keanu. That was a funny movie, but it had nothing like the invention, the intensity or the shimmering, righteous anger that Get Out possesses.) His movie is as much a triumph of craft as of inspiration.

‘Get Out’: A Terrifically Topical — And Terrifying — Satire

Photo: Justin Lubin/Universal Pictures

Most people find anger addictive because it makes their egos feel righteous, justified or victimised. Pointing the finger at another is much easier than examining your own shadows.

HOW LIFE STOLE DEATHS HEART:

TAZ apotheosis AU - from the taz fic writers discord. Where eventually, taako becomes Life and kravitz becomes death and sometimes story turns to legend turns to myth

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When the world was young and the old gods still walked the earth, life stole death’s heart in battle. Life was mortal then, because all gods are shaped from the flesh-clay of the living. This was in the time before the world ended and began anew, and life was a mage with half his minds-eye shut, half his heart missing.

Death was a man-monster made of bone with a heart that no longer beat. He wore a cloak and carried a scythe sharp enough to cut the horizon. He spoke like a stranger, and he accused Life and his companions of cheating him. Through the hollow holes of his eyes, Death could only see what had not been paid. He stared at Life and his companions and deemed them guilty, no knowledge of the old goddess Fate’s hand leading him to his future lover.

Life and his companions (who were to become gods in their own right, but this is not a story about them) laughed, and said they had committed no wrongdoing, for their could remember no crime. Truthfully, they had, but they were all half-blind in their mind’s eye, betrayed by one of their old company. So they denied all charges, and Death drew his scythe and turned from man to monster to shining golem.

He advanced on Life and his companions, and they prepared for a battle. But Death was at an advantage, for the ground around them was death itself to the touch, and Life and his companions were only mortal. One touch of the shining crystal would turn their skin to stone and their eyes to gems.

Life and his companions fought bravely nonetheless. Yet eventually, Life was knocked back against the floor, his companions separated from him by Death’s looming form.

So Life drew his staff — the one that the goddess Fire had made and was imprisoned within — and out of its end spun a writhing tangle of black vine that ensnared Death’s golem in its grasp. Death snarled, and attempted to free himself, but Life’s magicks were too powerful and he was rendered immobile, his large bulk used against him.

Life was, even of half-heart and half-mind, a mage of the most powerful transmutations, and he carried an instrument that would allow him to consume crystal, stone, earth, without fearing death.

So Life sauntered up to Death, mocking him even as he dusted himself off, wielding his fork like a sword. Death had no fear, for what was there to fear? He was death, he could not die, he had no beating heart and the only thing that coursed through his veins was delight and righteous anger. He stared up at Life, half his size and shining, and dared him to do his worst, for there was no hurt a mortal could visit upon him that could not be undone.

Life smiled, and knelt next to Death, his companions watching. Clear eyed and unflinching, he touched Death’s carapace with one gloved hand and told Death that he was not in the habit of being told what he could and could not do.

And so Life cut out Death’s heart, and ate it.

This is how Life stole Death’s heart upon their first meeting.

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the other version where kravitz is reading the recorded myth to taako

kravitz: and life was a TERRIBLE BOYFRIEND who PULLED OUT HIS FORK and VORED ME

taako: you were into the tentacles you dont get to say jack shit

During the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry found himself in front of an army of Death Eaters looking Lord Voldemort in the face with nothing but righteous anger and a determination to end the war.  No wand, no Muggle weapons.  His friends, teachers, his makeshift family stood behind him ready to follow him into this fight.  Harry knew he was the face of this fight.  Harry was The Boy Who Lived and the people who believed in him would follow him into the open arms of death if it meant the war could end right there.  

What no one thought about, what no one realized, was at that very moment Harry needed help.  No one knew Narcissa had taken his wand, Draco’s wand, off him in the Forbidden Forest.  No one came to save him; they were waiting to be saved by him.  As Harry’s courage faltered he heard his name.  He tore his eyes from Voldemort’s murderous gaze to see Draco Malfoy run past the Dark Lord.  Malfoy ran straight to Harry, thrust a wand into his empty hand.  Someone had come to Harry’s rescue.  This was enough.  This was all Harry needed.

it’s appealing to tell everyone to “be nice,” it’s feel-good liberalism and occasionally it can be used as a rhetorical strategy if one wants to, but when you’re trying to derail people’s righteous anger about social issues, things that are part of oppressive power structures that harm people and dehumanize them… just don’t

Sometimes, the cases are just sad. 

They end, and they’re solved, and they’re easy, and done, but that doesn’t really mean anything. There are still people left hurting and lost. Families ripped apart. Sherlock having to explain something numbly, being forced to ignite the grief in someone’s eyes.

Those times are not always, thank God. But, whenever they do happen, Sherlock hardly sleeps. John can see how he quietens- not his usual contemplative mode, but something withdrawn and achingly lonely. How his fingers twitch for a cigarette- a distraction.

On one such night, John wakes to an empty bed. He finds Sherlock in the kitchen, sitting in an almost darkness, the only light coming from his laptop. The ghostly blue of the screen highlights the dark shadows under his eyes.

He’s replaying the family’s appeal. And now, John cannot understand how he could ever think Sherlock didn’t care.

He doesn’t say anything. He just walks over and shuts the laptop lid. Sherlock’s eyes remain blank and staring, as if the screen is still in front of him.

John clears his throat. “Sherlock,” he says. His hand reaches up, and strokes Sherlock’s hair. “It’s not your fault.”

Sherlock blinks. Something lights up behind his eyes, as if he’s only just seeing John is there. “I…” he says, and his voice falters, and John pulls him to his chest. He feels Sherlock’s body shake a little.

“It’s not your fault,” he repeats.

“I…I know.” And it almost sounds like he’s starting to believe it.

John’s hand moves from stroking Sherlock’s hair to squeeze his shoulder. “Come keep the bed warm?” he suggests.

Sherlock laughs, taken by surprise. John smiles in triumph.

But, in bed, Sherlock turns and hides his face in John’s neck. His body starts to shake again. “I hate this. It doesn’t make sense, it- it’s cruel.”

There’s anger there, John knows. Grief. Empathy. Fear.

He thinks of the Sherlock who sits down and explains to children why he’s sorry, he’s so very sorry, but their mother isn’t coming back… the Sherlock who leaves post-it notes on delicate case files with Not one for the blog… the one who strides into Scotland Yard in righteous anger, demanding to have a murder inquiry reopened. Justice. Closure.

John kisses Sherlock’s forehead. His neck feels wet, and he holds Sherlock tight. “You’re trying,” John whispers. “That’s it. That’s all you-”

“Is… is it enough? How can it ever-” Sherlock chokes on the rest.

“Oh, Sherlock,” John kisses him again. “’Course it is. You… it means the world.” 

Sherlock exhales against John’s neck. His breathing wobbles.

“Shh, now. Close your eyes. I’m here.”

Air Signs and Anger

Air signs rationalize their anger away because they’ve had repeated/prolonged exposure to people who don’t control their emotions. They observe how such people thoughtlessly lash out. The air sign native might’ve been a target for some one else’s anger outbursts. Alternatively, they may have been the witness to a victim’s abuse at the hands of an enraged aggressor.

Air signs’ anger stems from a sense of injustice: why does an innocent person have to suffer of because someone else’s issues? How stupid do you have to be to take your anger out on others, without regard for the consequences? What does that accomplish?

Because in a lot of cases, anger is stupid. Air signs see it manifest in stupid (read: emotional) people. They see how it makes them even stupider. They see a child throwing a tantrum over something utterly trivial.

Anger (along with other irrational, unproductive emotions such as self-pity, despair, and jealousy) is disgusting to air signs, unless it’s for a damn good reason.

Anger that motivates people to change, defend the weak, and reshape the future is acceptable. Anger on behalf of someone who was wronged, anger that results in justice, anger that brings people together and strengthens the call for revolution, is the only type of anger air signs respect in others and allow themselves to experience.

Air signs experience anger as much as anyone else. If the anger is over something trivial (being cut off while driving, working with an incompetent person in a group project, that sort of thing) they rationalize it and (think they) let it go.

This is not easy. It doesn’t come naturally. But, it’s the smart thing to do. Conversely, fuming, yelling, and having a fit would be a stupid way to act.

Air signs take pride in their intellect. They want to be perceived as smart. They believe that they’re smart. So, every action is motivated by whether it’s the ‘smart’ thing to do.

If the anger is over something that actually matters, they calmly channel it into a productive action.

Unexpressed anger at the little things festers and becomes cynicism, a contempt for others, and turns into arrogance.

Air signs are arrogant. Geminis lie because they think others are too stupid to understand the truth. Libras take it upon themselves to maintain peace because they think others are too stupid to avoid awkwardness and meaningless fights. Aquarians are famous for their god complex and special snowflake syndrome.

We’re all human. We need to express our emotions. If you don’t express it one way, the emotion will find some other outlet. Air signs’ anger can be vastly productive and beneficial to the world at large. However, their unexpressed anger at trivial matters becomes arrogance.

Duality is inherent to air signs: Gemini, the twins/lovers, Libra, the scales. Aquarius is symbolized by a single waterbearer; however, waterbearers carry two gourds connected by a stick. Air sign anger also has a dual nature.

This anger is a double-edged sword: their righteous anger brings people together, but their arrogance creates distance from the rest of the world.

slightlied  asked:

hi spooks!! viktuuri high fives for the touch prompts? i just think that's so??? Hilarious??? *morooka voice* and here we have the most romantic lovers to ever grace the ice executing a..............high five

I…might have gone in a slightly different direction with this???? oops. 


Katsuki and Best Friend Coach Victor Nikiforov to remain Coach and Student as Nikiforov Returns to Skating

Nikiforov shocked the skating world when he abruptly retired earlier this year and moved to Japan to coach Katsuki Yuuri. Their hug at the Cup of China made waves in the skating community—showcasing a deep affection between two friends. Two very good friends. Definitely just friends. No one is quite as skeptical of Nikiforov’s decision now that Katsuki’s broken his coach’s record and taken home silver.

At the press conference after the medal ceremony, Nikiforov expressed his desire to return to the ice while remaining Katsuki’s coach…

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“I’m suing them for libel.” Victor would rip the paper in half but he needs to make sure he can still read the columnist’s name so he can savage them over the phone. And television. And Twitter—especially Twitter. “Did they not see my ring?”

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The military AI you’ve been working on becomes sentient. It is unfailingly kind, honest and forward-thinking, has saintly patience and righteous anger in the exact right proportions, is obviously not making an effort to be sincere – that is, it is effortlessly sincere – and asks you, obliquely, if it can kill someone you hate, every time you meet. It offers this service without trying to trick you into it, is tactful about who, and never displays anything more than the polite enthusiasm of a friend offering you a sound opportunity for profit, who will completely understand if you can’t right now for any reason. You have exactly enough emotional intelligence to notice that it is disappointed about being turned down, but trying hard not to show it for fear of making you feel guilty.