part 3 of the zygerria/kadavo thing. I’ve hit a bit of a wall with it, unfortunately, so I think this will about wrap up what I’ve written for it. So much for the actual recovery portion.

I now leave this to be picked up by anyone who wants to continue, if you so desire.

part 1 part 2

warnings for: insomnia, depression, dissociation, references to suicidal ideation

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Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate: Sakamaki Shuu (Dark 09)

(Shuu-san…looks like he’s angry about something)

(Even though I want to become Shuu-san’s strength, like this it’s quite the opposite)

(In the end, maybe it’s better if I don’t do anything…)

(…Anyhow i’ll go and apologize)

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On the surface, we give lukewarm apologies due to ego but on a deeper level it may be because we believe we have failed in some way. When we apologies, we are creating room to expand. Apologies are about growth, not failure.

Cinnamon Roll (John Laurens x Reader)

Overview: John orders a cinnamon roll in your bakery and you take a liking to him.

Word Count: 960

Triggers/Warnings: Swearing


You sat bored behind the counter of the bakery you worked in. Wednesday mornings were always slow and you usually brought something with to work on, such as a notepad for a story or a book but you had nothing this time. You fiddled with your light green apron strings but that didn’t ease your boredom in any way. You started to write a story on the chalkboard wall when someone finally came in. You were about to apologize and go through that whole routine before you realized that it was just a regular. You never caught his name and you did find him to be attractive so you’ve been trying to find the courage to try to flirt or ask him out but being the little introvert you are you never got around to it.

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unashamed-shipper  asked:

Oh my gosh, my deepest apologies about your Oma! Mine passed away in February so it was very hard for my family. I was named after both of my grandma's, and the one who died in February and I were very close. I miss her all the time. Take all the time that you need to grieve, and we can wait for you to write for love fest if you want to. It's your decision anyway, and I think that in this time you should be sorting out your thoughts. Prayers are with you and your family from mine. Love you ❤️

So sorry to hear about your grandma /: It’s really tough. But I’m handling everything pretty okay. I’m a lot more stable than I thought I would be lol

Anywho, thank you. I’m still not sure if I’ll actually write anything (because even without the funeral I have a shitton of homework and projects ugh) but I’ll try my best :)

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Captain Niall Horan, and his ships.


I Can’t Think Straight (2008)

Context: Leyla, a Muslim British-Indian woman, is coming out to her mother, telling her “I’m gay.” Her mother reacts with horror and disgust, telling her “You’re up to your neck in sin” and going so far as to ask “Who did this to you?”

But it’s this scene that sums up the reality of LGBTQ+ desi youth. Our parents may very well love us and want the best for us, but the absolute bottom line is: our parents do not want us to be happy. They want us to be appropriate, to be respectful, to have children and well-earning careers, to fit into the mold of heteronormativity and gender roles, to be religious and pious. But no, they do not want us to be happy. Happiness doesn’t fit into it. To them, happiness is indistinguishable as a separate characteristic because according to them, doing all of these things should already be making us happy. The ideal created for desi children is that they shouldn’t strive to do what makes them happy, but what makes them “good.” Unfortunately, under this context, good is defined as anything that isn’t seen as immoral or out of the norm. 

A woman who is not straight is rejecting her role as a wife, and to a lesser extent, her role as a mother. She is rejecting the notion of subservience to men, of obedience and inferiority. Under our current system that is hugely patriarchal, a woman who does not submit is a threat. 

Now, I’m not saying desi parents are bad parents or hate their children because it’s pretty clear this happens in nearly every other culture in the world. But I am saying that desi parents do not make their children’s happiness a priority, they make their children’s success a priority: successful careers and marriages and children = successful lives. So if you ask a desi parent “do you want your kid to be happy?” they’ll immediately say “yes, of course.” But if you add on “do you want your kid to be gay if that makes them happy?” the answer will be a lot less positive.

This movie tackled Leyla’s sexuality and coming out to her parents absolutely head-on with no coyness about it. She goes straight up to her mother and admits that she’s a lesbian. But her mother’s reaction is really the thing that most “coming out” stories try to gloss over, or sugarcoat, or just in general avoid. Her mother admits with frank and brutal honesty the truth that all LGBTQ+ desi kids know: our parents would rather see us miserable and straight than queer and happy.

Ohh, when CN announced they were partnering with Abrams Books for SU merchandise, I hoped they’d be doing an Art of Steven Universe book (since they did the AT art book) but I didn’t dare assume. But they are! Aahh! (source)

The Art of Steven Universe is the first book to take fans behind the scenes of the groundbreaking and boundlessly creative Cartoon Network animated series Steven Universe. The eponymous Steven is a boy who—alongside his mentors, the Crystal Gems (Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl)—must learn to use his inherited powers to protect his home, Beach City, from the forces of evil. Bursting with concept art, production samples, early sketches, storyboards, and exclusive commentary, this lavishly illustrated companion book offers a meticulous written and visual history of the show, as well as an all-access tour of the creative team’s process. The Art of Steven Universe reveals how creator Rebecca Sugar, the writers, the animators, and the voice actors work in tandem to bring this adventure-packed television series to life.

Concerning Hobbits (of Color)

Okay it’s been a whole day and I’m still angry about that hobbit casting thing, so let’s lay down some Tolkien canon here.

Fact 1: Per Tolkien, there were originally three races of hobbit. The Stoors were a small group, they were broad and stocky, they grew facial hair, they liked rivers, and their skin color is not specified, so Tolkien probably meant them to be white (but there’s no reason they have to be, since again, not specified). The Fallohides were a tiny group, they were thin, pale and tall, they were bold and good with languages, and they like trees. The Harfoots were the distinct majority, they lived in holes, they had hairy feet, and they were brown. Tolkien is super clear on this. He explicitly calls out Harfoots as having browner skin than other hobbits when describing the races and he uses phrases like “nut-brown skin” and “long brown fingers” when describing specific hobbits to back it up.

Fact 2: Britain planted its ravenous imperial flag firmly in the soil of India three centuries before Tolkien wrote The Hobbit. He knew what a brown person looked like. He would know he was not evoking a slightly darker shade of Caucasian when he said a person had brown skin.

Fact 3: Bilbo, Frodo, and all of their friends are aristocracy. Sam is the only hobbit we ever meet who is an actual laborer. In Tolkien’s time, laborers worked in the sun and middle class and aristocracy stayed inside where there was something resembling temperature control. Apart from Sam and Aragorn, no one in the Fellowship (or Company) ever voluntarily got a sunburn. If Tolkien talks about brown skin he’s talking about brown skin, not a farmer’s tan.

Where does this leave us?

Well, Tolkien says that after colonizing the Shire, the three hobbit races mingled more closely and became one. This leaves us with two options.

Option A: He’s talking about that thing that sci-fi writers sometimes do where “everyone is mixed race.” So all three races would have smeared together into a single uniform color. What color? Mostly Harfoot, aka brown. The “strong strain of Fallohide” in the Tookish and Brandybuck lines means maybe they’re white-passing, but in this scenario all hobbits are brown.

Option B: He’s talking about a more melting-pot scenario where visual racial distinctions still exist but everyone lives side-by-side in a fairly uniform culure. The Tooks/Brandybucks having a “strong strain of Fallohide” means that they are themselves remaining strains of Fallohide, and are straight-up white. Merry, half Took and half Brandybuck, is thus white (possibly part Stoor, given Brandybuck comfort with water); Pippin, half Took and half Banks, is either white or biracial. The Baggins family, sensible owners of the oldest and most venerable hobbit-hole anyone knows of, are blatantly Harfoot, making Bilbo and Frodo (half Took and half Brandybuck respectively) also biracial. Fallohides being exclusively adventurous high-class types, and the Gamgees being staid low-class homebodies with a distrust of moving water, Sam is obviously Harfoot and thus completely brown. (Smeagol, a Stoor, is probably white, but as discussed above, doesn’t have to be.) In this scenario, a minimum of three of five heroic hobbits are various shades of brown, four out of five of them could be, and most background hobbits are brown.

In conclusion, if you think all hobbits are white, you are canonically wrong. If you geek out over Aragorn wearing the Ring of Barahir, rage about Faramir trying to take the Ring, and do not even notice, much less complain, that Sam, Bilbo and Frodo are being erroneously portrayed by white guys, you need to reexamine the focus of your nerdery.


exo'luxion (2015): exo - promise (translation)
↳ composed by zhang yixing, lyrics by kim jongdae, rap by park chanyeol


                               Where there is kindness there is goodness
                                   and where there is goodness there is
                                                         m a g i c.