Summary:You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.
Genre: Angst. Fluff. Light Smut
a/n: This is a roller coaster of emotions, but it has a happy endng because I’m a sap and didn’t want to make myself cry.
He came to you like a breath of fresh
air, cleansing your body and bringing life to your bones. He was the
type of art that only existed on grainy canvases of white, beautiful
colors blending together to form a perfection to your eyes. He was
the smell of fresh rain on a summers afternoon, peculiar and
satisfying mixed into nothing other than complete and utter fondness
on your part.
Arophobic Microaggressions: On the Ace Community and Should-Be Allies
Just some technical things, before I start talking: The bulk of the post will be under the cut, and you can find a version in Google Docs here. Non a-specs need to keep comments in the tags or to themselves, as this is an intracommunity issue, and REGs need to keep their hands off: you are not welcome in my community nor on my posts. Please be aware that I do respond to replies, publicly, especially if they’re hateful or in disagreement. If you want a private conversation, message me. If you’d like to read more, check out the Google Doc linked above for recommended reading or my aromanticism page. Thank you to @aro-allo-positivity for his help in editing this post.
In the past couple years, we’ve talked a lot about ace issues - from oppression to validation, and from discussion to action. Activists have campaigned to be included in LGBTQIANP+ organizations and succeeded in being recognized to various degrees. As an aroace woman, I’m very happy to see issues I face being talked about, and action being taken to bring awareness to my orientation. Interacting with acespec bloggers also means I see the problems, and arophobia is a pervasive problem in acespec communities. I’ve talked about it in the past, a bit, but only at surface level. The last post I made about arophobia got 1,700ish notes, and is still getting reblogged today. After making that post, I started noticing more and more arophobia, coming from even large acespec bloggers. I decided to write this post to help people notice arophobic microagressions (the macroaggressions are pretty obvious, generally) and be better allies to the aro community.
Out of all the things you can say has crushed Robert’s character development, I don’t think him being a revengeful, scheming, sneaky lil shitbag is one of them???? Like, hello, where have you been all this time??? I get that it’s definitely a switch from him being hopelessly in love and heartbroken but the difference is he’s now got nothing to lose and he’s at his best smug, villainous levels when he has nothing to lose.
Self serving, manipulative, too clever for his own good, relentless, damn right trash. That’s just him all over, a large part of who he is. A part that Aaron tamed, but a part that never went away and is prone to arise when he needs to get his fulfilment elsewhere. He’s always been a stupid fucker, just more of a stupid fucker when he doesn’t have Aaron to talk him out of being a stupid fucker lmao 🤷🏼♀️
shout out to khatoptris for reminding me to post about what I think is the smallest yet most important percabeth moment of all time.
There are so many great Percy and Annabeth moments throughout the entire series but for me, I think the scene in Mark of Athena in Charleston Harbor is the very definition of why they are my OTP.
“Very slowly using two fingers, Annabeth drew her dagger. Instead of dropping it, she tossed it as far as she could into the water.
Octavian made a squeaking sound. “What was that for? I didn’t say toss it! That could’ve been evidence. Or spoils of war!”
Annabeth tried for a dumb-blonde smile, like: Oh, silly me. Nobody who knew her would have been fooled. But Octavian seemed to buy it. He huffed in exasperation.
“You other two…” He pointed his blade a Hazel and Piper. “Put your weapons on the dock. No funny bus–”
All around the Romans, Charleston Harbor erupted like a Las Vegas fountain putting on a show. When the wall of seawater subsided, the three Romans were in the bay, spluttering and frantically trying to stay afloat in their armor. Percy stood on the dock, holding Annabeth’s dagger.
“You dropped this,” he said, totally poker-faced.”
Charleston Harbor is approximately 8 sq mi/20.7 km² (x) which, for comparison is about 3,872 American football fields (x).
Percy could have been anywhere in that harbor when Annabeth threw her dagger into it but Percy was so impossibly in tune with every part of Annabeth, even down to her weapon, that he could sense it in the water and knew that it meant she needed his help. This is how tethered to each other they really are.
A step by step breakdown is basically this: 1. Annabeth instinctively knew that wherever Percy was in the water, he would know when she dropped her dagger into the water and that it meant she needed him to show up 2. Percy sensed it from wherever he was and instinctively knew what it meant 3. Annabeth stalled just enough to give him some extra time to show up because, like I said, he could have been anywhere in the harbor 4. their wordless communication completely flipped the script of what could have been a truly dire scenario
This entire scene can unfold the way it does because even after being separated for so long they still know each other in a way no one else does; because no matter what, they are always best friends first. They have been fighting side by side since they were 12, and it shows. Their interactions have a seamless quality to them that leave their peers in awe. Moments like this are why they are still alive; they’re why Percy still remembered Annabeth even when he had forgotten everything else; moments like this are exactly why Percy and Annabeth are the only demigods who could have made it through Tartarus and to the Doors of Death.
Annabeth will always be Percy’s anchor, and the things they’ve done together are the iron chain that connect them.
This moment is what OTPs are made of, y’all. And that is why for me it is the greatest percabeth moment of all time.
The West still doesn’t understand
the evils that haunts mankind since the emergence of modern ideologies.
Although Burke criticised the development in France during the Revolution, we never learned the
lessons he wished to teach us. Instead we replaced his wisdom with forgetfulness of
the worst atrocities ever faced by mankind.
In the early hours of 17 July, 1918, the Romanov family, three
servants and their doctor were herded down into the cellar of the Ipatiev house
in Yekaterinburg. They had been told that they were going to take cover from
artillery from the approaching White Army. They put on their clothes and
gathered some belongings and the Tsar carried his sickly thirteen-year-old son,
Alexei, down the stairs.
They waited in the cellar for a while, before a group of
armed men came in and read their sentence. Death. The Tsar was then shot
several times in the chest and he fell down dead or dying. For the rest of them
the gruesome butchery had just begun. Alexei, Anastasia, Tatiana, Olga and
Maria were not killed by the first hail of bullets. Wounded and terrified they
cried out in agony before they were executed with bullets, bayonets and the
butts of pistols and rifles. One of the murderers recalled that the floor was
slippery as ice from brains and blood as they waded in to kill the children. It
took 20 minutes before they were all quiet, but as they carried the bodies out
it was revealed that two of them were still breathing. The children were then
stabbed until dead. The bodies were plundered of valuables and the soldiers cut
off the fingers of the Tsaritsa to remove rings. All of them were cut up, put
in acid and dumped in a mine shaft and a shallow grave.
Thus ended 300 years of
Romanov dynasty. But of course, for Russia, the slaughter had just begun. At
least 20 million people were killed by the USSR, and communism as a whole is
responsible for killing at least 100 million people. It is the single deadliest
ideology in the history of mankind.
The left gets away with murder
Here’s a death toll for communism around the world, according to the Black book of communism: 65 million in the People’s Republic of China 20 million in the Soviet Union 2 million in Cambodia 2 million in North Korea 1.7 million in Ethiopia 1.5 million in Afghanistan 1 million in the Eastern Bloc 1 million in Vietnam 150,000 in Latin America 10,000 deaths “resulting from actions of the international Communist movement and Communist parties not in power.”
The left also has a long history of domestic terrorism in the West. The Red brigades, Red Army Faction, Weather Underground, Symbionese Liberation Army to mention a few.
Exempt from scrutiny Unlike followers of revolutionary ideologies on the right, it
is quite possible to call yourself a communist without any repercussions in
your personal or professional life. It can even help you in your career, especially in Academia. Many famous Swedish people in politics, media, sport, and culture are un-repenting communists. Members of a Marxist-Leninist party even. Many more are just slightly reformed and constantly apologetic, often hiding behind a thin veneer of restraint which is let go as soon as something in society upsets them, and they immediately call for totalitarian and violent measures. The online world has proven a perfect outlet for their urge to purge, as they hound political opponents, engage in mischaracterisation, threats, and calls to violence. Western society has an inexplicable tolerance for these leftist views and ideas, even when it takes violent expressions.
It’s easy to think this is just something relating to communism or anarchism, but the above examples often come from liberals too. And they also have a history of getting away with murder. Between 1793 and
1794 the Reign of Terror raged across France. Robespierre and the revolutionaries
did what so many revolutionaries would do after them, they killed anyone who
they didn’t like. Most famously Robespierre and his thugs killed the
aristocracy, but in fact 72% of those executed were peasants and workers who simply disagreed with the regime. In modern day, another example is the Western liberal support of the Arab spring which has been pivotal in crashing the
Middle East into yet another violent rampage.
Remains of 20,000 poles murdered by the Soviet Union
We just want change.
And kill anyone who opposes it
Revolutionaries kill people. The revolution is in itself
almost always responsible for worse atrocities than the regime it seeks to
overthrow. Solzjenitsyn claimed that in the 80 years prior to the Russian
revolution – a period where one Tsar was
assassinated, there were many assassination attempts (one in my own country,
Sweden, in fact), and there were widespread revolutionary movements – only
about 17 people a year were executed. The Cheka, however, executed without
trial more than a thousand people a month in the first years after 1917. He
continues to tell us that if you would average the amount of executed a month
up until the height of executions by Stalin in 1937-38, about 40,000 people
were killed every month. He rightly wonders how the west could make an alliance
with such a horrible regime. How was the Soviet Union better than Nazi Germany?
In fact, it wasn’t.
But the revolutionaries aren’t just to be rejected for their
blood lust. If we simply look at the murderous aspect they cannot be understood.
The question becomes a simple argument of “how could this happen?”. The really
important thing to understand is how mankind can develop and improve
society, without destroying itself in the process, and how we can maintain that
which serves us even when we have forgotten how it serves us. This is the point
of view that Burke argued in the Reflections on the Revolution in France. He meant
that the reason that the French Revolution would be so disastrous was that it
was founded on abstract concepts that ignored mankind’s complexity, the wisdom
which hides within tradition, and the intricacy of human society. It also
ignores the weakness of men and our inability to grasp everything, but our
willingness to think that we do. Herein lies the hubris of utopian thinking and
ideological fight for power of the societies that have grown more organically
over the centuries. The left is a living example of the Doning-Kruger effect,
if you will. Too stupid to understand that it doesn’t understand. I mentioned the liberal support of the Arab spring previously, and it is a prime example of how overthrowing functioning nation states for abstract ideas can lead to extreme problems. Remembering Burke commenting on the French Revolution, it is easy to see history repeating itself, but this time in the Arab world:
“Can I now congratulate the same nation upon its freedom? Is it because liberty in the abstract may be classed amongst the blessings of mankind, that I am seriously to felicitate a mad-man, who has escaped from the protecting restraint and wholesome darkness of his cell, on his restoration to the enjoyment of light and liberty? Am I to congratulate a highwayman and murderer, who has broke prison, upon the recovery of his natural rights? This would be to act over again the scene of the criminals condemned to the galleys, and their heroic deliverer, the metaphysic knight of the sorrowful countenance.” (Reflections on the French Revolution. The Harvard Classics)
Remember who we are. Or perish. The alternative to these modernist ideologies is a state based not around an ideology, but around fair and tested principles of law, and a people and their geographical location. In other words a nation state for each people created around the self interest of that people as a whole, and represented by themselves.
We have not yet managed to free ourselves from abstract utopian
thinking. And it is important to remember that it is not just the revolution that kills, that is just an eclipse in
the blood lust fed by the urge to kill that which does not fit the revolutionary world view. Man
has always killed, but when he kills for abstract ideals there is no limit
to the extent of the murder. The breech against the abstract idea can occur at
any time, in any generation, and in any person. No one is ever safe.
The limits of man’s wisdom should prevent us from any too
radical idea. Anything that changes society greatly in too short a time.
Today’s Western society is rife with abstract ideas that are said to improve
life for mankind. The ideas of globalism, open border, multicultural societies,
the dismantling of the family are obvious abstracts that are major changes to
our societies, that history repeatedly tells us could lead to disaster. But
beyond those things, we will be facing technological advances that are beyond
our current field of vision. We are facing these new challenges without having
understood anything from the violence of Modernity and the 20th
century. I believe that is a reason for concern and potentially the end of
For those nights you’ve been holding a screaming baby, standing and rocking, waking and stumbling, exhausted and bleary
For the months where you watch people post pictures of their newborn babies, their pregnancy announcements, their children’s milestones- God protect and bless them all- and you cry silently at the loss of the baby that was once in your womb, or the womb that feels so painfully lonely because you fear it will never house your baby
For the days you wonder how you’re going through get through it as a single parent, how you’re ever going to be enough for the people that depend on you in every way
For the years that fly by as you battle depression, physical pain and personal struggles all while trying to still be the best parent you can possibly be with all of your issues
For those moments of guilt. Of never being good enough.
For the physical pain. And for the emotional torture of worrying, of fearing, of missing, of wishing, of regretting, of trying to continue, of hurting.
For the tears you’ve cried, you’ve sobbed, you’ve dried and then started over again for your grown child who doesn’t return your texts, who never returns your calls, who you wonder about every minute of every day
“Indeed, those who have believed and done righteous deeds - indeed, We will not allow to be lost the reward of any who did well in deeds.” (Quran, 18:30)
With the right intention, every moment of your pain, every effort you put forth- it isn’t forgotten. Even when your children forget, He remembers. Even when others don’t understand your struggles, He knows. Even when others don’t appreciate, He rewards. Even when no one can comfort, He is the light of the Heavens and the earth. God is your light. And:
Can I just say how much I love the blocking in Changing Channels? Like, as a Sabriel shipper I draw my own lovely, ridiculous conclusions from it, but objectively it’s still fascinating.
In every shot with Gabriel and both Winchesters, the three characters are blocked in the same way: with Dean positioned between Gabriel and Sam. Sometimes Dean is actually physically between them, like here
but in every other instance, it’s just a camera cheat. Dean and Sam are typically next to each other, facing Gabriel off to the side, but the camera angle always positions Dean in the middle. As is the case here
and in the warehouse scene, in which they keep the same blocking as the shot above. So I noticed this, and I remembered all that (very true) jazz about how much meticulous thought and planning goes into shot design, and I decided to OVERTHINK THE SHIT out of it.
Keith, Hunk and Pidge each took a seat on the blank floor of Keith’s bedroom, forming a triangle in the center of the room. Keith stared at the ceiling, while Pidge stared at Keith, while Hunk stared at the floor. For several beats no one spoke. Then Pidge heaved a sigh.
it always cracks me up when even says "I'd forgotten how young you are" in the cuddling scene because he makes it sound like he's isak's forty eight year old sugar daddy instead of his barely two years older boyfriend.
stooplksdjf i do that w my friends too who are younger than me hah