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Masquerade 3.1: The Decision

When nothing changes, would you take a chance and wait, or would you  leave?

SPOILER ALERT!! If you haven’t, please read the main stories of this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II & Masquerade III !! 

Summary: When you first started, you thought it would progress into something more. But months down the road, nothing’s changed. You were still in some weird in between phase, waiting. But the longer you waited, the deeper you fell for him. How long exactly could you hold onto the hope that you had when everything first began?

Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jimin, Hoseok, & certain GOT7 & BlackPink member/s) 
Cop!Kook/ Police!Kook, Host au
Fluff, Angst, Rom-Com, Slight smut

A/N: Hi ~ hehe I missed my Masquerade characters so I was feeling like writing a short (but not so short) story <3 Enjoy!

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

           Jungkook’s hands roamed your bare body, stirring you awake with the familiar yet still tingling sensation.

           "Jungkook.“ You sighed.

           "Hm?” He hummed, nuzzled closer into the crook of your neck now that you were awake.

           "What time is it?“ You yawned.

           "Mmm 4am.”

           "Ugh. I can sleep in for another hour. Why did you wake me?“ You complained.

           "I didn’t wake you. You woke up yourself.”

           You could hear the smugness in his voice.

           "Anybody would wake up if you kept touching them.“ You huffed.

           "But you like it.” He planted kisses on your shoulder gently then bit into it playfully.

           You rolled your eyes, but didn’t budge, letting him gnaw at your skin like a teething cub.

           "Don’t tell me you’re still horny after you kept me up until late last night?“

           "And who was it that invited me over?” he rested his chin on the curve of your shoulder so his breath tickled your cheek.

           His warm chest was pressed against the skin of your back. It was comfortable and secure.

           "Well some days you just leave…“ You tried not to sound as bitter as you felt.

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tit for tat, you say
c: Flug, Demencia.
w: implied self-harm, brief talk about abusive parents. scars(?). Black Hat. no proofread, because author is lazy.

summary: Demencia and Flug talks about scars.

It’s been a hectic day.

Flug locks his door behind him, sighs; he’s aching all over, tired and heavy, and all he wants is to curl up on his bed, and sleep.

Thankfully, Black Hat’s deigned to let them go to bed- he had rolled his eyes and complained, but he had let them go all the same.

Flug snickers; Black Hat had probably been tired too, but hadn’t want to let them know. Can’t have someone as powerful as him appear weak, after all!

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getshrekedweeb  asked:

I've literally never made armor by myself before and I'm attempting a mercy cosplay and I'm at a loss on where to start or what to use I can't use worbla because it's so expensive and I'm panicking Any tips?

I’m sorry I didn’t respond to this sooner!  But YES I have some tips.  The first is to watch everything Evil Ted has ever done because it will make you feel like you can do ANYTHING with foam.  Because you can.  If you don’t have time to watch everything, watch this one:

If you don’t have a dress form that’s similar enough to your body (who does, honestly, unless you made it out of duct tape), this is also a good patterning method.

I found a couple actual Mercy builds that might be helpful - this one is all craft foam and salvaged plastic bits; I love her wings especially.  This one is part worbla BUT just about anything done in craft foam covered in worbla can be done with just craft foam, if you cut carefully, sand the edges to round them out a bit, and fill in seams with caulk.  I mostly wanted to show it because she left the boob bits separate from the torso, which seems like a VERY good idea for the sake of…being able to move…at all.  This one doesn’t show a whole lot, but you can see how some of the chest details would look in foam and found items.  This one is also all foam and I WISH she showed how she did the shaping, because it’s real nice.  That one uses 4mm craft foam, which is probably what I’d recommend.  

Oh, and completely different, you could do most of the “armor” with fabric, and then it would be COMFY.  That person did fabric with worbla for the shoulders; you might think about just foam shoulder bits, or foam shoulder bits AND foam boobs, separate and sitting on top of the fabric layer like the second link above.  You could glue on thin foam strips to add the linear details on the torso, or sew pieces of foam in UNDER the fabric - it all depends on the look you’d like, and how your sewing vs. armoring skills are.

For other parts, (like the weird flanges on the hips? literally what are those) consider sintra, if you want it heat-shapeable and rigid, or this stuff if you want to be able to crease it like paper and have it stay bent.  Sintra can be a little hard to work with if you don’t have much practice, but I’d definitely consider it where you want a solid base to build details on top of, like the shin guards (trying to walk in pure foam greaves? not fun. You knock into ONE thing and suddenly everything’s crooked and you try to walk bow-legged for the whole con for fear of ripping something.  Feet are the one place I never recommend foam with nothing to stabilize it).

ANYWAY that’s a lot of rambling that may or may not help.  I concentrated on the torso because it’s one of the most intimidating bits and the one EVERYBODY is using worbla for, but if you have specific questions about other part, just ask!  Do not panic.  I believe in you.

Thank You

This is probably my sixth or seventh attempt at this, and I’m struggling to find the right words to weave this tapestry of deep gratitude. My first attempt was very emotional and maudlin; the second was too short; third attempt came across as indulgently self-important; the fourth draft made me seem like a total wanker; and the fifth iteration I quit half way through, because (if you can forgive me this moment) it still scares me to come online after everything.

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anonymous asked:

17 bumbleby

17. Last Dance

Blake stood by the wall of the ballroom, watching silently as her classmates mingled and talked and danced. Taking a sip of her drink she scanned the room for her teammates in the crowd. Yang was probably somewhere in the thick of things, while Weiss was leading Ruby through a fumbling waltz off to the side. Blake smirked as Ruby snuck a kiss while Weiss tried to spin her, nearly sending both girls crashing into the refreshment table. Weiss seemed to be doing her best to seem annoyed, but sparkle in her eyes told a different story.

Blake’s hand tightened around her cup as she imagined someone else looking at her that way…

“Hey, kitty-cat!” Blake nearly jumped out of her skin as Yang appeared at her side from out of nowhere. “Hey, it’s cool, just me.” Yang flashed a grin and Blake couldn’t help but think about how it seemed even more dazzling tonight. Maybe it was the lighting or Yang’s makeup or maybe it was just Yang, shining like the sun.

Blake turned away quickly to hide the blush that had spread into her cheeks. “Hey, Yang.”

Yang leaned casually on the wall, and Blake tried really really hard not to stare at the muscles flexing in her arm or the way her hair hung down in a golden wave that framed her- No, no way, she was not going there.
“Enjoying the party?” Yang asked, apparently oblivious to Blake’s distress.

Blake settled for a non-committal shrug, hiding her face behind her cup as she took a deep swallow of her drink.

“You’re being kinda quiet. Is everything okay?” Blake’s pulse jumped as Yang leaned closer. Then Yang smirked, and that did weird things to Blake’s stomach. “Cat got your tongue?”

Blake rolled her eyes. “You’re so clever Yang,” she monotoned. “So creative, so original.”

Yang laughed, tossing her hair behind her dramatically. “I know, right? But I didn’t just come over to woo you with my excellent jokes.”

Blake raised an eyebrow, doing all she could to keep her expression blank. If only Yang weren’t so open, so warm… that might make the ache in her chest a little easier to bear. “Then why did you come over? Not that I mind the company.”

Yang held out a hand. “Dance with me.”

Blake hesitated. Dancing with Yang would be its own kind of torture. “I-”

“Come on, it’s graduation! This could be our last dance ever.” Before Blake could think of a reasonable excuse, Yang wrapped an arm around her waist and swept her onto the dance floor.

Blake felt a tingle run up her spine where Yang’s hand rested on her lower back. Her other one laced itself through Blake’s fingers, and Blake felt the chill of metal against her skin. She gripped tighter, her silent way of reminding Yang that she loved her, damage and all. Even if Yang didn’t know how deep that love went.

Blake spun in time to the music before stepping back into position. “Man, I forgot how short you are without your heels!” Yang chuckled.

Blake glared. She’d elected to wear flats tonight, which meant her eyes were barely level with Yang’s chin. “Shut up.” Her stupid, traitorous heart gave a thrill at the thought of rising up onto her toes to close that distance. She might have too, except there was Adam and everything that the Fall of Beacon had done to the two of them and a million other reasons why she shouldn’t. So she bit her lip and swallowed her feelings and let Yang lead her through a dance that she wished meant more than it did.

As soon as the song ended, Blake broke away. “I have to get some air.” Yang’s brow furrowed in concern, and Blake did her best to set her at ease with a smile. “I’m fine. I’ll be back in a minute.”

She slipped outside, the night air bringing a welcome chill after the heat of the party. Blake sank down onto the steps and buried her head in her hands as she let out a long, frustrated groan. For nearly two years she’d kept all of this safely buried away but something about reaching graduation was dragging all of it up to the surface and it wouldn’t go away. A part of her itched to run, to pull away from this because it felt dangerous and terrifying and she had been hurt before. But something about Yang made her want to stay. And that scared her even more.

Blake’s head snapped around at the sound of footsteps approaching. A few seconds later, Yang came into view, quietly sitting herself down beside Blake. “Something’s upsetting you.” She didn’t say anything else, didn’t ask Blake to explain because Yang knew her better than anyone else. She just slipped an arm around Blake’s shoulders and squeezed her tightly.

Blake rested her head on her partner’s shoulder, turning her head so that it was pressed into Yang’s neck. Yang always smelled good, even now after a night of dancing in a room full of sweaty people. She didn’t know how to describe it, it was just… well, Yang. It was safe.
Words that she had rehearsed a million times but never spoken weighed heavy on Blake’s tongue, pushing to be let out. She bit her lip, and mumbled, “I’m going to miss you after this.”

“We’ll see each other again.”

“It won’t be the same.” Blake could see how it would all play out already. They would each carry on with their own lives, their own goals, drifting apart until they were barely a part of each other’s lives. Probably it was better for both of them that way but it right now it hurt so much that Blake felt crushed under the weight of it all.

“Nah,” Yang said, and the ease with which she said it made Blake almost believe her. “You’ll always be my partner.”

Blake should have been happy with that but it just- it wasn’t enough and it never would be. Her eyes locked with Yang’s- beautiful lilac circles shining in the moonlight. She was seconds from doing something she’d regret, so she turned away, putting some distance between herself and Yang.

There was a beat of silence before Yang pushed herself to her feet. “One last dance?” She asked.

Blake let Yang lead her back inside, her mind drifting towards scenarios where Yang’s request wasn’t just between friends, where things were less complicated and scary and confusing.

She would have to settle for what reality had thrown at her. She could be okay with things as they were.

She would keep telling herself that until it was true.

hrafnsvaengr  asked:

I have a weird question for you. I've heard that politics is really weird and bad and screwed up in Italy, but I know almost nothing about it and any English sources I find are stupid and uninformative beyond saying basically 'Mussolini happened. Then he died. Then the Republic was good again. Then the President had bunga-bunga parties. Now shit sucks.' which, while probably true, isn't helpful. How would you explain Italian politics to a foreigner who doesn't know how Italian government works?

HAHAHAHA YOU’VE COME TO THE RIGHT PERSON. *rubs hands* okay so if you don’t mind I’m going to give the relatively light/crack version of the summary because otherwise I’m just gonna cry myself to sleep because Italian politics are indeed screwed up like hell.

Premise: this is not sourced because it’s late and it’s LONG. Also it’s very much summed-up and not in-depth on purpose, if you want actual long analysis/posts with sources I shall be glad to provide but this is just for bullet points purposes. 

Okay so:

  • First thing, Mussolini wasn’t actually the start of it. Also the republic is just one, and it always was bad - there was a monarchy before Mussolini.
  • Anyway, let’s go in order: Italy became a united nation in 1862. 1870 if you count Rome joining in, but let’s say 1862. We had a constitutional monarchy, the Savoias. Let’s put it in the open right now: the Savoia were and are complete shitheads. Most embarrassing monarchy that Europe ever had. Gdi I feel bad even thinking about them. Anyway, the one good thing the king, Vittorio Emanuele II, had going for him, was his prime minister, aka Cavour. Sadly, Cavour died like a few months after the unification, and that was pretty much the beginning of the end.
  • Anyway, from then on until WWI, we had basically a system that wanted to work like the British monarchy, except that eeeeeh lol we wish. Also it was post-unification so there was a lot of shit to work through never mind that the various PMs all had their good and bad sides, though more bad than good in most cases.
  • Also, in the midst of this mess, since you weren’t a serious nation if you didn’t have a few colonies, we tried to colonize the few non-colonized nations in Africa. It was an all-around disaster. And the only expedition which was technically successful was Mussolini’s in Ethiopia, and that is like one of the most disgusting pages of our history so like, let’s just say it was a bad idea in any case because there weren’t resources and so on.
  • So anyway what happens in WWI: Italy had this sorta treatise with Germany and Austria which basically said that if a war broke out they should all be allied, but Germany and Austria had both done shit behind our backs so first we stayed neutral and then we basically did another treatise with the Allied forces so we’d get territories that in theory belonged to Italy and then weren’t annexed during the independence and so on, and that was when the whole ‘Italians are backstabbers during wars’ deal started. Anyway the army wasn’t anywhere near ready (see: Caporetto. It was so bad that here when we want to say that something went catastrophically wrong we said ‘a little Caporetto happened’) but then the US joined in, the allied had more forces and we all know who won WWI and so we got our territories and so on.
  • That said the situation was highly fragile for the next few years because as stated it hadn’t been a great idea, there money was scarce as usual and so on. And THAT was when Mussolini happened.
  • Not going over Mussolini because I guess everyone has sources on it, but let’s just remember for kicks that: this guy pretty much demonized left-wing parties/ideologies, thought that Italians were a superior race (PPFFFFFFFFF YEAH SURE SURE) - like, Hitler was copying him, not the contrary -, started the Ethiopian colonial war that we won (because we lost the first, and I’d have rather kept on losing them tbh) and then had the genius idea of allying himself with his friend Adolf and get us into WWII ON THE AXIS SIDE JFC WHY, always on the premise that ‘ITALIANS ARE GOOD THE ITALIAN ARMY IS AWESOMECAKES!!!!’ when the only answer would have been ‘lol no’. Also he made a pact with the Catholic Church, the Patti Lateranensi, which is 100% of the reasons why the Church has some ridiculous monetary/political power today still and which would have been enough to send him straight to Hell for an eternity if he hadn’t been a dictator in the first place.
  • The result was basically that until the Americans invaded Sicily (and I swear it’s one of the few times I’ll ever be grateful to Americans for invading any place gdi), we didn’t really accomplish anything except getting heroically killed during huge battles. Instance: El Alamein. Basically most of the Italians died because they fought to the last man while Germans didn’t all of the time, but anyway.
  • After that, Mussolini’s successor Badoglio struck a deal with the allies without telling anyone about it (…) and so like when it was said that we had switched sides, the Germans killed a bunch of Italians whenever they could LOL GUESS WHY. And that was the definitive confirmation of the ‘Italians turn their cloak during wars hahahaha’ stereotype, but whatever.
  • So we spent two years with Mussolini and the Germans in the north and the Allies in the South. They got as far as Rome before winter ‘44 but didn’t manage to go the whole way.
  • Meanwhile the Savoias (who knew about the armistice) fled Rome before it and spent the war in the south protected by the Allies, hahahaha I think about the British royals staying in London during the raids and I weep.
  • Now I’ve been doing this entire WWII detour because otherwise I can’t explain what happened after which is pretty much what shaped Italian politics up to that point.
  • So: first thing, since the Americans/Allies liberated us and not the Russians, we ended up in their influence area, not the Russians. 
  • Also, the two/three years after ‘45 were basically the one time in our history where everyone agreed. And it shows because it was when the Constitution was written and I swear our Constitution is the most beautiful in the universe. If only we put it into practice. Anyway it was written by people from all the political sides, ex-partisans, right-wingers, left-wingers, communists or not and so on. It was awesome. Also, in ‘46 there was an election to decide whether to keep the monarchy or not, and women voted for the first time, and we decided we wanted a republic, and that also was awesome. Goodbye Savoia! They were exiled. Then sadly they came back some ten years ago. The guy who’d be the crown prince right now does reality shows and once sang at the Sanremo festival. And he actually got in third. Yeah, that’s not awesome at all.

Anyway, that was the premise. Got all that? Good, because now I’m actually starting to answer you.

  • So, what happens after WWII? Right, cold war. On which side were we on? Riiiight, the US. What happens in this case? RIGHT, you start side-eyeing communists which translates to ‘let’s just side-eye the left wing anyway’. Yey! Basically what happens after ‘46 is that we get a new system which is a republic with two houses - senato and camera -, a PM who has quite some powers though obviously he needs the houses’ approval to get laws signed and so on, and a president of the Republic who has to supervise everything, sign laws that have the potential to be not constitutional and shit. Like, the president of the Republic should always be someone of note. And he can do other stuff like refusing to nominate a voted PM if they think they’re unfit for the role and so on.
  • So after this, the situation throughout the sixties/seventies is that there’s a huuuge right-center-wing party named Democrazia Cristiana (Christian Democracy, which I’ll now shorten into DC) which was the one grabbing most of the votes since as the name says, you can guess what electorate they had, the Communist party, which was left-wing, a bunch of MORE LEFT-WING PARTIES that no one except like, my parents and students and so on voted, the radicals - who at the beginning were p. cool because they were the ones starting campaigns for divorce and abortion laws, and then they became a joke but whatever. But like the basic divide was DC vs communist party. And the DC won all the time and basically tried to keep everyone content at least on paper. Well, the communists just when they got more votes than usual in the elections.
  • Also since the situation here is crap, there’s corruption and people change party all the time and shit, basically from then on until the current times governments never really lasted the five years they were supposed to - you’d get one, then it’d crumble after a while because not enough support in the parliament, people would go voting again and so on. And people would get relatively scared if the communist party got 23% of the votes.
  • BUUUUT, during the seventies we also had the political terrorism. It’s called years of lead and it was basically twenty years of extreme-left groups and extreme-right groups killing political opponents (but also journalists and civilians, see for example the strage di Bologna) among which former PM Aldo Moro (aka one of the few truly decent people the DC ever produced sadly). The years of lead also included contributions from the secret services (seriously there’s so much hidden shit that we don’t know about, I’m not saying it because of paranoia), mafia assassinations, corruption everywhere, people like Giulio Andreotti (who was basically the total opposite of Aldo Moro may his soul rot in hell if there is one) being in charge a ridiculous number of times, criminal organizations like the banda della Magliana having ties with the government and the Vatican and so on. Never mind that like no party was excluded from this. Tldr: CORRUPTION! CORRUPTION EVERYWHERE!
  • This came to a pass at the beginning of the nineties with the Mani Pulite investigation - this had happened also after the communist party as we knew it had pretty much dissolved into a center-left party another *communist* party - spoilers: from then on, the communist party has been pretty much a joke.
  • Mani pulite basically brought out to light what everyone knew already aka that DC was corrupted to the bone, and so DC dissolved, we changed the voting system so corruption would be less easy (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) and some other stuff. At which you go like ‘okay so things got better then’, and I’ll answer you WE ALL WISH, because who happens now? (Spoilers: the republic was never good after Mussolini anyway, but that’s another problem.)
  • MISTER BUNGA BUNGA HIMSELF aka Silvio Berlusconi may his soul rot in Hell if he ever gets there.
  • Basically: this literal piece of shit, no offense to actual pieces of shit, is a businessman who says that ‘he built his empire himself’. No, he did it through a) ties with the mafia, b) CORRUPTION CORRUPTION CORRUPTION, c) MORE CORRUPTION. Back in ‘93/’94, he was on trial for CORRUPTION. And what does this motherfucker do? What everyone does to avoid going to prison: HE RUNS FOR PM!
  • Now, what happens: this fucker owned a quarter of the publishers in Italy, among which Mondadori aka the most important one WHICH HE BOUGHT BECAUSE HE CORRUPTED A JUDGE LOLOLOL, three commercial TVs that were highly popular - like my grandmother and my greataunt would watch just his -, newspapers and so on. So he uses all of that media power to sell this story that since he’s a good businessman he’ll totally save the country after all the Mani pulite corruption! AND HE’LL SAVE IT FROM THE BAD COMMUNISTS!!! Yeah, because we still think communism is horrible same they do in the US when we never even had real communists around, but whaaaatever. In this mess, he also allies with a) Lega Nord aka the xenophobic racist party, b) Alleanza Nazionale which was THE CURRENT VERSION OF THE FASCIST PARTY. No one gave a shit about them until then GUESS WHAT THEY ALLY WITH HIM THEY GO TO GOVERNMENT BECAUSE HE WINS THEY GET INTO PARLIAMENT they still aren’t out. Or well, AN doesn’t exist anymore but its members are all there so. XENOPHOBES AND FASCISTS. YAY! Also, then-president Scalfaro did a fuck-up when he accepted the guy as PM - he could have avoided it since he was under trial, he didn’t, we were all fucked.
  • Anyway, his first government lasted nine months because the xenophobes were idiots (for them) and left him without support. So the center-left wins the elections next round with a guy named Romano Prodi who everyone loves to hate but who’s a perfectly nice prepared guy who deserves a lot more than this country ever gave him.
  • So you think ‘awesome, they’re gonna make it work, right?’
  • OF COURSE NOT, because the Italian left is like pEOPLE ARGUING ALL THE FUCKING TIME never mind that there’s a dude named D’Alema who’s also a tumblr meme (srsly I can’t find his picture rn but I will tomorrow) who pretty much wanted to be at the government but didn’t run and anyway long story short the then-head of the joke of a communist party withdrew support and D’Alema went into power and clearly no one liked it.
  • Of course at the next elections, which were in 2000, guess who runs again and wins? BERLUSCONI! And how does he win them? A LANDSLIDE! And what does he do for the next five years? HE RUINS EVERYTHING! (this all because of his media influence also)
  • In order: he changed a bunch of laws around so his trials wouldn’t run through or he’d get absolved, fucking up a lot of shit in the meantime. His friends from AN and the xenophobic party made a new immigration law which is seriously against human rights. They made a law that pretty much forced people who wanted to get pregnant artificially to go outside the country. He fucked up our national debt because of course he put idiots in the economy ministry. He pretty much fucking RUINED EVERYTHING, and you’d think that at the next elections - still Prodi running - people would be smart, right?
  • NO, because he changes the voting law to something that is literally NOT CONSTITUTIONAL so that HIS party has more chances to win. And it happens that Prodi wins but by a slight margin so he didn’t have enough votes to not risk falling if someone withdrew their support, k?
  • So two years later Berlusconi buys out this other piece of shit named Mastella who’s also in ties with the camorra I think gdi I hate everything, poor Prodi didn’t get support, we go to the elections. (That was a dark time. I cried that day. Gdi it was BAD.)
  • And since this country’s memory when it comes to elections and B. is worse than Dory’s in Finding Nemo, who wins those elections? YEAAAAH BERLUSCONI AGAIN MAN! (I cried again. It was the first time I went to vote. Yeaaaaaaah.)
  • Side story: the Rome mayor ran against B. and obv. couldn’t be mayor anymore, so we had elections again and they managed to vote A DUDE WHO IN THE SEVENTIES WENT AROUND WITH FASCIST GROUPS TO BEAT PEOPLE WHO WALKED AROUND WITH LEFT WING NEWSPAPERS IN HAND. Imagine my happiness.
  • So, B. wins again and everyone is resigned to more idiocy.
  • Which happened, and then his wife sends a letter to a left-wing newspaper saying she’s divorcing him. What the hell? The hell is, two months later we find out this guy basically spent his time fucking prostitutes. AMONG WHICH *UNDERAGE* PROSTITUTES. This happens because one of them gets stopped at the police and he calls saying she should be released because she was MUBARAK’S NIECE. (I don’t even think she was Egyptian? Wait let me look her up. She’s Moroccan.) Anyway this also happened after he went to the coming of age party of this girl from Naples that everyone who didn’t like him think he was having sex with, but whatever. Turns out that this guy had sex with this Ruby girl when she was seventeen and that he has prostitutes literally coming in and out of his house every night, and that a guy who was a tv conductor on his tvs actually went and recruited high schoolers to bring there. And the bunga bunga parties was the way they dubbed his, well, parties. Apparently there was crossdressing and various kinky shit going on. I don’t even wanna know.
  • Also it’s highly probable that two women ministers of his then-cabinet got in that position because they slept with him. They intercepted them complaining about how bad it felt. Ahaaaa.
  • So they put him under trial but he still didn’t resign - that happened when since he was too busy having sex with teenagers our economy plummeted in concomitance with the crisis, the spread with Germany got at seriously worrying rates and then-president Giorgio Napolitano, who’s gonna go straight to Heaven without passing from Purgatory for all he’s had to suffer during his terms, put his foot down and went like ‘no dude you can’t stay there anymore NO ONE WANTS YOU EUROPE WANTS YOU OUT YOU’RE A DISGRACE JUST FUCK OFF’ and so he resigned.
  • We got a new president chosen by Napolitano, Mario Monti, who is a fine economist but a horrid politician. He did some stuff that had to be done, but the support was what it was, Berlusconi obviously was like MONTI IS THE DEEEVIIIIL and blah blah blah anyway we go to the next elections.
  • So you’d think ‘people will vote smart’.
  • Lol.
  • Situation: Monti wasn’t liked because of a few reforms that were necessary but not popular whatsoever. For the first time the left wing seemed not to be arguing. Then fucking Beppe Grillo arrived.
  • Beppe Grillo is a former comedian who says that parties are horrible and all politicians suck. All you need to know about him is that some of his supporters are anti-vaxxers and said that ‘some vaccines caused DNA mutations’.
  • But clearly since people HATE POLITICS, he got popular.
  • Anyway it looked like the left wing was finally having it in the bag. FUCKING BERLUSCONI RUNS AGAIN while under trial AGAIN, for corruption AND the whole prostitution ring thing, and he goes like I’M GOING TO REMBOURSE Y’ALL THE NOT POPULAR TAX ON THE HOUSE INTRODUCED BY MONTI WITH MONEY THAT SWITZERLAND SHOULD GIVE US *ONE WEEK BEFORE THE FUCKING ELECTION*. With a letter sent mostly to old people who calmly went to the post office to get their tax refund because the way it was put, it was already a done thing.
  • Guess what happens….? DRUM ROLL, left wing wins the elections BUT NOWHERE NEAR ENOUGH FOR A GOVERNMENT because B. gets like 23% of the votes and Grillo 20% and the lefties were like 26% and clearly Grillo is an idiot and didn’t ally with them. GUESS WHAAAAAT the poor dude who had been head of the left coalition couldn’t form a government so another left wing party guy appointed by Napolitano formed a government that was basically half left and half right. Hahahaha. Imagine the popularity. 
  • Meanwhile poor Napolitano was there because these idiots couldn’t agree on a new president so they elected him for two consecutive terms - he resigned last January and we have a new one thank fuck, because the guy was seriously in dire need of going to Honolulu.
  • So Enrico Letta aka the guy above forms not popular government. Meanwhile Berlusconi is condemned to social services after being sentenced for a tax evasion fraud of 700 million euros.
  • And then it happens that current premier Matteo Renzi, who’s not my favorite person at all, wins the left wing party primaries, becomes party president, two months later does a congress and he’s like ‘Letta isn’t going anywhere we need a new face’ OBVIOUSLY *HIS* and so bam, Letta doesn’t have support anymore, Renzi becomes PM. And you’d think people wouldn’t vote for him at the European Elections, and I didn’t even if I always voted for his party because it was the last straw.
  • Instead he wins pretty much a landslide and Grillo loses a third of his supporters thank fuck I just hope he loses all the rest before the next one.
  • Anyway now we have Renzi and I don’t like him but I just hope he lasts because if we have to vote I’ll be like what the fuck I don’t know who’s the least bad options.

So, that was a ‘summary of the history of Italian politics since 1862 to us’, obviously don’t take me seriously on everything but that’s the basics. Now I’m gonna put the rest under the cut because LONG POST and I already ranted enough without the cut.

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I’m Not Much Without You

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol consumption, idk man… subpar writing?

Words: 2,946

A/n: I feel like all my fics read the same for some reason…. BUT there’s more! I have another Steve fic and I’ll be posting that pretty soon today as well because I’m dipping out of tumblr for a bit again. So, I’d rather post the fics I have written rather than just make you guys wait for too long.

Summary: You break things off with Bucky and you both try to cope.

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Clint had experienced many things he’d deem inexplicable in his 34 years on this planet. Things like being recruited to SHIELD despite being a contract killer. Things like the Black Widow not sticking a knife in him when he’d kidnapped/saved her. Like a buffed space alien wielding a hammer. 

So of course he and Natasha made it a game. Weirdest day. He treated it like a game at first but Natasha won so much he had started to treated it like a real competition.  It didn’t help him win, He accidentally bought a bride for a pack of Marlbolo Menthol’s and a 1980 Toyota, Natasha actually got married to a cartel fixer because some SHIELD idiot filed the document with the Cambodian government. He released a number one country single while on mission, Natasha spent the day in medical trying to reverse a gender swap some mad scientist had magicked up, making her almost completely genderless alignment rage with Alpha and Omega hormones. Natasha always had a better weird day story.

Lately he had to say that was because he got lame ass missions like babysitting two level threes putting Foster’s shit back in her car depot. However he had not accounted for Darcy Lewis and she was quickly turning this boring job into something highly interesting.

When the two level three alphas, Darren and Mathis? had heard they were making a delivery to a single unbonded omega they had gone out of their way to posture and make sure they absolutely wreaked of healthy Alpha. They were snippy and irritating the entire ride from their base to Foster’s dealership. Clint, a beta himself, absolutely loathed working with young alphas sometimes. Okay well older alphas too. Alphas, okay he hated working with Alphas. He’d only ever even met one he liked and that alpha was on suppresents so heavy there were rumors he was a robot due to his lack of scent. Clint loved those rumors, They were sort of logical, even beta’s had a smell after all, but not government robots. To be honest he had started and encouraged several of these “Coulson is a Cyborg” group chats.

Obviously the pair had been sully and irritable when Lewis hadn’t even blinked at the pheromones the two were putting off and began ordering the alphas around like she was an Alpha’s Alpha. Clint had enjoyed a laugh at their disappointed looks for about 25 minutes before Coulson came to check on them and he had to pretend to actually help the two knotheads. He had just put his hands on a box when he noticed Darcy had stopped speaking for the first time. He eyed her curiously. She rubbed irritably at her nose sniffing like she was trying to dislodge a booger. Then her eyes narrowed and she looked around spotting Coulson. 

“Is that you?!” She asked incredulously. Her voice was rougher than it had been a moment earlier when she was nagging Darren about Fosters equipment. Clint’s eye brows arched higher than Coulson’s to be honest. Coulson merely quirked a brow while his own retracted to his hairline. Darcy took an audible sniff and Clint choked a laugh at the color that rushed into her cheeks. 

“Hey there G-man. I’m Darcy, 23, from Chicago, Gemini, I like folk rock and I’ve never been a Good Girl but it’s never too late to learn” She said slyly and Clint really did choke. Sniffing someone without their permission was probably the rudest thing Clint had ever done or see anyone do but Darcy’s words were filthy, she might as well have asked for his knot right there. He wished he had the moment the curvy brunette propositioned his boss on camera to show Nat later.

Mathis spluttered dropping his box petulantly and Darren gave the girl a heavy leer. 

“Barking up the wrong tree Omega. You need an Alpha I can help you out this guy” Darren gave a haughty look at Coulson. “is drier than a nun in the Sahara” Clint wanted to disappear from the room when Alpha’s let their instincts get the better of them. They were so stupid, no matter his designation Coulson was their S.O. idiots.  Coulson made to say something but Darcy cut him off. 

“You honestly can’t smell that? I think I’ve found enough Alpha to last me” Her eyes darted around the room before settling back on the Agent. “Honestly what is that I’m on enough suppresents to tranquilize a small Army. You are mouthwatering.” She let her jaw snap close struggling to not say anything else embarrassing about whatever she was smelling. 

Darren went to say something again and Coulson actually, honest to God growled at him. Darren seemed for a moment to consider if he should try to fight Coulson on this before Mathis grabbed his arm and they slowly exited the room eyes not leaving the Level 7 agent before them. When they had gone Coulson’s eyes fell to Darcy and darkened a blue Clint had never seen them before. For a half a moment Clint thought he smelled something tangy and sweet in the air before his mind came back to the pair before him. 

“Phil, 44 Also from Chicago, Virgo, I drive a very red car and “ He paused and Clint held his breath. “ And I think you could be a very good girl Miss Lewis. With firm guidance” He gave a crooked smile. Darcy let out a whimper that, even as a beta, had Clint hardening in his field uniform.

Coulson’s hand came up to gently cup Darcy’s face thumbing across her bright red lips. 

“You can just leave that there Clint” Coulson coaxes Darcy threw the door he came in by crooking his finger. “Take the day off and don’t wait up.” He said lowly and finally sank his lips to the sweet Interns before slamming the door behind him. 

Clint blinked slowly at the empty room before setting the box down gingerly as tho it might explode. He was in the street thinking over what just happened and what to do next. 

Coulson had given him the day off to go bang Foster’s hot intern. He let a small giggle slip out and pulled out his phone. 

The line rang twice before she picked up.

“Foster’s pup intern Omega scented Coulson and asked to be his good girl and then Coulson gave me the day off so he could go bang her!”

The silence was terrible and Clint bit his lip in excitement.  

“Okay,” She cleared her throat, “you win Today” 

It was a good day indeed

Volleyball Gods Do Weird Shit™ (1/?)

(there are times when you just gotta… add all your favorite things together and watch it explode into a big messy AU)

Kei knew about the Weird Shit™ that happens in Karasuno Volleyball Team. His brother used to tell him all about the random transformations, the sudden ability to talk to crows, and all the other unexplainable scenarios that happened. It was a common thing, apparently, when it came to sports clubs. There was something about the energy inside sports clubs that fed the magic in the air, that made the members susceptible to the tricks of the gods. Pro baseball clubs had the same thing, as did all the other serious sports schools. At least, that’s what his brother told him.

He came into the school wary and on guard. Months later with nothing unusual happening, he laughed it off and decided it must have been a prank by his brother.

And then.

And then Weird Shit™ did start happening.

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Pretty in Pink

Jon x Sansa fic written for Tinne. Thank you for your donation to help fight Nazis!

Request: Riverdale AU

Nan’s Chocklit Shoppe wasn’t just a place to eat burgers and drink shakes. Nan’s was an institution. Around long enough the no one in Winterfell could remember there ever not being a Nan’s. Or a time when Nan wasn’t behind the counter in her white apron and stiffly starched hat. Nan’s was a place for celebrations—Direwolves football victories, straight A’s, a new driver’s license—as much as a place where failures could be soothed in the light cast from the buzzing neon sign hung above its door.

A place for secrets kept right out in the open.

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Let down

Originally posted by immamakeumabitch

I’m really, really nervous about posting this one which feels quite weird as I've never been nervous posting my writing before. Please, please let me know what you think- your opinion means a lot with this one!

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anonymous asked:

are you taking requests? I just really crave a deep heated argument between Harry and Y/n like I've always kinda imagined them fighting on the tour bus and she screams at him "I wish we never met!" and she runs off and like Lou and the boys all heard her and she like runs into the venue omg... that's so melodramatic. you totally don't have to do that but I mean the idea is there if you want! thank you Courtney!!!

Alright so here’s what I did with part 2 of THIS BLURB. Super melodramatic, cringe and eye-rolling worthy. Haha forgive me.

Claiming His Territory

Opening the bathroom door, you stepped back into the dressing room. Harry sat on the sofa, but you barely looked at him. Instead you made your way to the exit.

“Where are you going?” you heard him ask.

“Gonna try to find a scarf or something,” you replied.

“So ya are mad,” remarked Harry.

“I didn’t say I was mad. Did I say that?” you jerked around, your hands on your hips.

“Your tone says you’re mad.”

“So I have a tone now?”

Harry groaned, running a hand down his face. “Babe, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

You sighed loudly, dropping your arms. “I said it’s fine, Harry. I’m not mad. It’s just kind of embarrassing is all.”

Harry glared at you with a set jaw. Grabbing the doorknob, you swung the heavy door open.

“I gotta go find something. I’ll be back,” you announced.

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Day Four “Awake” (Drake x MC)

[A little note: Still writing and wondering how this’ll all end…]

[Summary:  Drake has lasted nearly an entire week without going outside. On the fourth day, he has a talk with Liam that changes his perspective.]

[Day One, Day Two, Day Three]

It was the fourth day since Robyn left that Drake managed to convince himself he could venture outside again. He remained mostly indoors up until this point, dodged the outside events Liam had to partake in by keeping his presence to a minimum at most. 

While Liam had been busy working out the finer details of his wedding plans, he was busy nursing frequent alcohol.

It was during dinner he decided to leave the safe harbor of the manor. He was listening as usual to Liam and Maxwell’s ramblings, but found himself so lost in their conversation that eventually he had given up altogether. They tried to involve him as much as they could, but he preferred to be the one listening than being listened. 

As soon as the last plate was taken by the kitchen staff, and people begun shifting to speak to one another; Drake had uttered poor excuses and stood to leave.

He ignored the careful exchanges that passed between Liam and Maxwell, after he declined their offer to join them. Liam’s eyes had lingered on him so much that Drake had to fight the urge to flinch by his incessant staring.

He needed to reassure his best friend that he would be okay, even if he didn’t really believe it himself. He reassured them thinly that he needed to clear his head, when really all he wanted to do was escape from prying eyes that seemed to pity him.

He kept close to the manor at first, touring the grounds and digging his hands into the folds of his pockets. He took little comfort knowing that his flask was with him.

When he found a comfortable looking spot, he sat cross legged; not caring about the asphalt. He watched the stars in quiet contemplation. 

Seeing them like this was a little bit different from seeing them sober. He couldn’t for instance, make out the big dipper in his state – not clearly anyway. He couldn’t really decipher most of the constellations he had wanted to look for.

He was trying to return to his regular routine, the routine he had carefully cultivated before he met her. He took his favourite horse from the stables in the morning with a terribly bad hungover. He and Liam had gone for an early afternoon jog, but none of it helped. The last thing he had to himself was star-gazing and even that wasn’t providing the relief he needed. Instead, he watched them simply because he didn’t know what else he had left.

“So this where you went off to.”

Drake glanced up to meet the prince’s tentative smile. He hadn’t heard him on approach and he stiffened as the man sat beside him. “Liam, you shouldn’t be out here.” He muttered, “don’t you have an early morning tomorrow?”

“Every morning is an early morning.” Liam responded, sighing tiredly. “But what kind of a person would I be if I ignored my best friend?”

Drake shrugged, keeping silent.

Liam bumped his shoulder, “My best friend who’s so obviously in pain?” He prompted.

Drake stilled beside him. At first, he didn’t know what to say.

Liam waited in silence.

Drake sighed, forcing his shoulders to relax before answering. “I’m not…” He begun slowly, “I’m fine.”

“If you call being drunk at five in the afternoon fine then I would hate to see you upset.” Liam muttered dryly. “And it’s now eight,” he glanced at his watch absently, “and you’re still drunk.”

“I am not drunk.” Drake’s tone was indignant. Mostly, anyway. He was just…not sober.

Liam’s eyebrows arched, “Your breath practically reeks of whiskey.”

A tic formed in Drake’s jaw. “Okay, okay. I may have drank too much yesterday.”

“And today.” Liam added.

He scowled, “and today.”

“But that’s all going to change,” Liam said, patting his friend on the back. “I’m not letting you waste away anymore.” His expression softened, “I don’t want to see you like this when I know how we can solve it.”

Drake was nearly too afraid to ask, so he didn’t. Instead, he stared expectantly, waiting for him to finish.

“I know because it’s kind of hard not to when all of this,” Liam gestured to the flask inside his hand, “begun soon after she left.”

Drake blew out the breath he was holding. He looked away from him. He hated the idea of lying, especially to Liam of all people. But he wanted to avoid this conversation at all costs. He was doing a good job of it up until today.

“I know how you feel about her.” Liam mumbled.

His hands reflexively clenched. “I don’t –”

“It’s the same way I’ve been telling myself I feel for her.” A sigh. “Felt about her.” He corrected. “For months – I thought I did anyway, but I was mostly fooling myself,” he lowered his gaze to the ground. “If I didn’t see how she looked at you, in those split seconds before finding her. If her eyes weren’t always searching for you – instead of me…” He trailed off.

Drake sucked in a deep breath, exhaled it slowly before he tried to find the right words he thought he needed to say. “It’s not –” he stopped when he saw the look on Liam’s face. He couldn’t bullshit him. That wasn’t who he was when he was with Liam. They meant too much to each other. 

Blowing out an agitated breath, Drake muttered. “I guess this apology is too late, isn’t it?”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Liam said, smiling thinly. “It took me months to figure out anyway. This whole time I thought I was in love with her when really I was in love with the idea of her.” He spoke softly, and Drake as often as he was the listener; paid attention to every word. And every word lightened the weight inside his heart. “She was everything I wasn’t, yet everything I longed to be. Free-spirited, courageous – spontaneous,” his face twisted into a bitter smile.  “But I didn’t know the parts of her you knew. She gave you that – not me.” He stood then, brushing dirt off his pants before holding out his hand for Drake to take. “And I see what she’s done for you too, cracked walls you’ve spent years building when it came to someone else, someone that isn’t me. I was jealous,” he admitted softly, “but I was mostly happy that you were letting someone else in.”

Drake’s throat tightened and he cleared it with some effort. “She was too stubborn to shake,” a ghost of a smile touched his lips. “And after awhile, I didn’t want to shake her anymore.” He absently grabbed his flask. “I’m sorry it just took her coming in between us.”

“She didn’t.” Liam interjected, “well not really. There were also other suitors in between us,” he waved his hand superfluously, “and in a weird way I’m happy that she chose you.” He smiled weakly, “you’re a good man Drake.”

Drake uttered a shaky laugh, and felt the earlier tension slowly dissolve from his shoulders. “You’re an even better man Liam,” His lips curved into a half-smile. “You’ve had to put up with me all the years.”

“And you’ve stuck by my side all these years.” Liam added, his smile turning brighter. “Don’t you think you deserve to put your own happiness instead of mine for once?”

“I don’t mind putting your happiness first. Never did.” Drake’s smile disappeared entirely. “Besides, it doesn’t matter how good you think I am, she’s gone and we’re all still here.”

“Not necessarily.” Liam stood then, and handed Drake his phone as he joined him. “I may have noticed while I went hunting for you that you’ve completely destroyed your phone.”

“It was -” he hesitated, “- in a moment of anger.” He laughed a little when he saw the incredulous look on the prince’s face. “I was meaning to get that looked at eventually.”

“Right well, I think you should give her a call.” He patted his shoulder, “probably explain to her what an idiot you’ve been while you’re at it.”

Drake’s brow creased into a line of worry. “But what if she doesn’t want to see me?” He hesitated. “…what if she hates me?” 

“You won’t know unless you try.” Liam insisted, studying his friend’s expression. “You’re good for her, and seeing you like this made me realize she’s good for you too.” He added, eyeing the flask.

“I don’t know what to say…” Drake mumbled, dragging his hands through his hair. “All this time I’ve just been dangling off that edge…of not saying anything and wanting to say something.” He lowered his gaze, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.” Liam reached out first, embracing his friend into a hug.

Drake’s arms came up a second later. The weight lifted entirely, and he sighed as relief washed over him. 

When they pulled away, Liam was smiling - not the kind of smile he showed everyone, but a private one of understanding, and relief that he had gotten this from off his chest too. “Now go get her, and send my apologies with you.”


frostca11  asked:

I've been asking around and you seem to really have angst writing down, So I was wondering would you do headcanons on how the four would react to their S/O breaking up with them, Yes I know weird but that's my request or whatever would love to read it!!! Thanks.

My poor babies! >.< I’m sorry but this is way to awesome of a request to pass!! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I’ve never written HCs so I hope I’m doing it right ^^’

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‘Call-out’ post for Imaginethesedorks

*Adele voice* Hello

I went in on Tanisha way earlier, then I got too busy to make an explanation post (I had some errands to run and a birthday party to plan), but I’m home now so here it is.

This is less of a call-out, and more of a list of things she’s done for those concerned about interacting with her in your safe spaces. I don’t have another word to really encompass what I’m doing here, but for all intents and purposes, let’s just call it that. I’m not really a ‘call-out’ type of internet user but I was specifically called upon to make this post, so forgive me for being very 2014 tumblr for a bit.

Tanisha of @imaginethesedorks has been writing graphic smut involving minors, proudly, for about 2 years. When she first began writing, she was 17 at the time (which was totally different back then), but she is now 19 and continues to do so. Herein lies the problem.

I can’t @ her because she has me blocked after this morning’s clock session (BIG MOOD, BIG) but if any of you reblogging this who aren’t blocked want to tag her, feel free.

Tw#general creepiness towards minors under the cut. Tw# Age-play Tw#Mommy-kink Tw# Rape Mentions Tw# ‘Dubious Consent’ mentions. 

Just in general lots of weird, potentially triggering content for anybody sensitive to age-gap talk, csa mentions, or minor adult relationship talk.

This will be long winded, but the most important bits are in the bullets. If you see this post and would like to add on to it with your experience with her, feel free.

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anonymous asked:

I've seen someone on reddit mention that Japanese fans were pissed about the split and a few people I follow on twitter claimed the same thing. While I do think that there's enough content to justify that decision, it's weird. For the old routes, the romance doesn't really start until the second half. I don't know what the new guys's routes are like, but I suspect it's similar. So you get an otoge that's ... really light on romance and doesn't have a conclusion. 1/3

2/3 There are a few psp games that come with two discs because the content wouldn’t fit into one. It’s not like iF couldn’t have released a game with two cartridges instead of one, if it really was about the space. It might be more pricy, but it’s not like hakuouki fans wouldn’t eat it up in an instant. I also think it’s incredibly dishonest of IF internation not to mention anywhere that it’s one half of a game. I’ve seen several people who didn’t know about that complain already

3/3 I’m still going to buy Kyoto Winds because ultimately, I love hakuouki and want to support the localization. But the circumstances around the release make me mad… specifically that the average player won’t know they’re buying an incomplete game.

I can sense your ire so I’ve written and re-written this response a couple of times, but ultimately it seems like you’re mostly angry with IF International, which I think is totally justified. They have not at all done a good job of clarifying that Kyoto Winds is only part 1 of a two part game and unlike when Kaze no Shou came out in Japan, we sit here not knowing when the second part of the game will be released. 

All I can tell you is that, as someone who followed the official Japanese news sources before, during, and after Shinkai’s release, the Japanese side of things did a good job of making it clear that there would be two games and there was barely a year between releases. Maybe it’s because I work in a similar field and have been in a sales position more than once, yeah they could have sold the games together but doing it separately allowed them to gain more from the various bonuses and such that were offered. And I remember at the time some complaining on the English side about Hakuouki being “milked” but I’ve never felt anything shady from Otomate or Idea Factory about it. 

The people behind Hakuouki seem to genuinely want to put out a good product and make it worth our while, but it’s so important for people to remember that these companies are first and foremost businesses so they have to consider both fans and their own interests as well. Plus, despite not having the bulk of original content Kaze was a fantastic game and made me that much more eager for Hana, which was well worth the wait when it did come out a few months later.

Does that mean Otomate or Idea Factory don’t milk Hakuouki? No, but so long as they put out things that are worth buying, I’ll continue buying them. As far as I know though, this is the first time we have had such a drastic amount of new content within the main story of the game since the release of the Reimeiroku prequel. 

Now, I honestly can’t say I know as much about what’s gone into the English release but so far having played the game it honestly seems like a lot of this was rushed. I don’t know when or how long they’ve been working on localizing Shinkai but any irritation towards the English release and the lack of news regarding it is totally warranted in my opinion. I think they seem to feel that if anyone really cares they’re following all of Idea Factory International’s different social media platforms, but that seems especially shortsighted. 

Either way, it’s worth POLITELY inquiring with IFI about when we can expect to see the second game. We don’t need to rally the troops and arm ourselves or anything, but it is worth pointing out that they really mishandled this whole release and could have done a better job. Mistakes and oversights happen but we need something more than a Facebook response to someone. 

Anyway, I hope this helps somewhat. I really apologize if my tone comes off a little smug, that’s not at all my intention. I totally get your anger and only hope that things will get better for the English release. 

Surface Tension [EruRi]

Erwin takes an extended holiday back to the seaside cottage where he grew up. [Mermaid AU Rated Mature/Explicit, Ao3] ~7k

Part I: Ripple 

Erwin remembered tales fishwives had spun about riptides when he was little, but the insistent tugging, the tearing at his heavy clothing from all sides wasn’t at all what he had imagined.  He wondered if this was what had happened to the swimmer.

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I Need a Hero

Shance week Day 4 - AU Day (also encompassing Day 1 - Pining/Confession, Day 2 - Hero/Villain, Day 3 - Confidence/Insecurity). Garrison freshman Shiro has it bad for senior Lance. AO3

Prompt thanks entirely to @ghostering/leporicide - commission them, it’ll be worth it! - then please have a moment of silence for me for being daft enough to try to incorporate all the prompts so far in one go.

Shiro had wanted him when he was nobody - a nobody who didn’t know his place, a cargo pilot who walked like he was fighter class and talked like a playboy despite leaving a trail of eyerolling irritation in his wake. At first, Shiro had seen what others had seen, had written Lance off as the tryhard senior everyone else saw, but all it had taken was one glimpse of Lance on the other side of a crowded room, alone against a wall with all the acceptance of one resigned to his solitude, and Shiro had fallen for him so fast he’d actually felt his stomach lurch. Lance’s face had been slack with sadness, usually-wide mouth small. In that one moment he’d seemed so quiet, so soft and fuck, Shiro wanted to destroy him.

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tomwingfields  asked:

hi! so religion-y question, i've recently gotten really into thinking about new testament stuff, especially judas. i know you've written stuff about him before and, i'm sorry that this is weird and out of the blue of me to ask, i was just wondering if you had an idea as to why judas betrayed jesus? i think about it all the time and like, it haunts me. i just don't understand how he could do that/why he would do that. thank you so much!

Well, I should say first that I feel pretty strongly that questions of this depth demand actual in-person discussion with someone. The internet just falls short at this level. Somehow it just feels like, in contemplating the humanity of Judas, we’d need to be humans talking to each other, flesh and blood, interrupting each other, being human, to really burrow down to the core stuff. Having said that – I mean – there’s a lot in this q, key q. Do you read Judas as an independent actor with free will? Then choose door A, which talks about his intent. Never get to the bottom of door A, why a person betrays his friend, especially his friend whom he knows to be God. But Jesus knows ahead of time that it’s going to happen, so whither free will? If God can know the future then free will takes a hit, I think C.S. Lewis tries to do stuff with the idea of God seeing time differently but I can’t reconcile free will with the ability to tell the future. Seems v. either/or to me. That’d bring us to “Judas betrayed Jesus because either a) it was his destiny or b) it was God’s plan,” I don’t think these necessarily amount to the same answer but they share a ballpark, neither one satisfies though because in the absence of free will how can a person be rewarded or punished for anything? Nothing wrong with old Judas if he was just doing basically what God made him to do.

But if we go back to door A, I mean, there’s a sense in which we should have special shrines for Judas and the centurions and the Sanhedrin, because you can’t get the crucifixion without them, and if you’re buying into the whole scheme then you have to have the crucifixion, so anybody who makes it possible is kind of a saint in my reading – Jesus can’t just one day say “ok, I’m done ministering and I’m going home, everybody’s saved from here on out” – somebody has to betray him, somebody has to kill him so he can be resurrected. Maybe, in his moment of darkness, Judas senses this - that his friend must be betrayed, that someone has to do something terrible? The text does not support this reading, but it’s worth kicking around a little. 

If we step outside the story further I think we have to honestly say that the weaknesses of the whole tapestry are best seen in these questions. Why must Jesus be killed and resurrected? Why must we petition a resurrected Christ for for forgiveness? Why isn’t His incarnation enough? My friend Perry has talked a little to me about not needing the resurrection at all, about being Christian without believing in the resurrection, about the incarnation being enough, but I don’t know enough about those ideas to say anything about them – they feel like something worth exploring, though. Doing away with the resurrection would fuck up the entire liturgical year, but what can you do. I feel like, and this would take that talk I mentioned earlier to really bear out but I mean it, the answer is in that old 50s (60s) tune: “Everybody plays the fool sometimes.” Like, the word “plays” is important here, there’re other religious traditions in which people attack God or His Representative because that is the part they have to play for God to be magnified/realized/amused. These traditions are worth some pretty serious consideration if considering this kinda thing is a thing you enjoy. 

Shorter and probably better answer: I think the point of Judas is to make us think about Judas and ask ourselves where and when we are Judas. Everybody in the whole story is us, sometimes. One of the people who is us sometimes is a person who betrayed his friend to death for money. Who’s Judas? One of us. But an easy answer won’t lead us to the sort of reflection we need, hence the complexity of Judas’s choice. 

6qubed  asked:

I went ahead and reported it myself, so head to bed. you and I both got work tomorrow, and that shit's gonna suck on no sleep, I'm sure of it. g'night, buddy

She’s now deleted both the original post, and her own reblog of it.  While a positive outcome, this means that @staff will not immediately see it (I’m sure they have a way of viewing deleted posts), so I don’t know if the user can still be punished for posting it (while I neither advocate for–nor am impressed by–anyone sending this person hate mail, I continue to be disgusted by how SHE’S now trying to play the victim over this).  She claims to not be the only one that was sent such a “warning”, so if anyone else ever sees another post with this same accusation, please notify me so that I can report them as well.

Either way, a deeply-heartfelt thank you to everyone for your support.  It means a lot to me.  I’ve never had anyone randomly accuse me of something so awful in my entire life.

I’m going to come out and say something I haven’t before, because I didn’t think I “qualified” to, and didn’t believe my experiences to be “valid” compared to others' (and because I’m a guarded person that doesn’t easily open up to others): Both my older sister and I are fairly certain that we were molested (not raped–just groped a bit) by our mother’s first husband (thankfully not the father to either of us.  It’s a long, complicated story that has to do with him forcing my mother into a very, VERY terrible life.  She’s actually currently writing a book about it).  It’s just that…neither one of us can fully remember it, apart from it involving a “game” he used to play with us called “fighting in the dark" that also involved his second wife (this took place during trips to visit him).

It also doesn’t seem to have significantly impacted either of us, so I never wanted to call myself a “victim”, or anything like that.  I’m sure I still won’t after this, because again–I honestly don’t remember enough to conclusively make that call (but this man was–and still is–a deplorable human being for everything else he’s done, and he has a criminal record.  I consider myself fortunate that my stepfather has been my father since I was three.  Sometimes I wonder what my sister might have gone through, as she’s nine years older than I am…). 

In any case, I feel like this has subconsciously driven my personal outrage towards people that abuse terms like “pedophilia”, and apply them where they don’t belong.

I’m sure to some of you, this sudden revelation might seem suspicious or “convenient”, but I honestly never felt the need to talk about it before, due to not really having any solid evidence except fragments of memories (and I’ve obviously just never had any reason to.  I’m not someone that ever wishes to define myself by any form of victimhood, as it’s not relevant to who I am as a person).  I do remember one thing about the creep, though: Him calling me into his bathroom to show me his stupid bird standing on his junk like a perch, as well as he and his second wife watching some seriously not-child-appropriate films while I was in the room (I remember one of them being called “Switch”, or something like that), and then laughing at me for getting weirded out and turning away from the screen.

Anyhow…I’m still quite grateful to all of you that sent kind messages and voiced your support.  I feel a lot better now, even if I still havent slept (I did rest my eyes while listening to scary story narrations by “Let’s Read!”).  Oh–I also ordered lil’ “Sugar Paws” as a form of comfort, so she’ll be arriving sometime this month.

I’m going to try to steal some winks before I have to work.  Thank you all so much again.