Okay. There’s something that has been bothering me for a long time and today I’m gonna try to articulate it. Here I go:
If you are white, you do not get to distance yourself from your whiteness by saying “white people suck” to a person of color. Believe me, they know.
If you are straight, you do not get to distance yourself from your straightness by saying “straight people suck” to a non-straight person. Believe me, we know.
If you are cis, you do not get to distance yourself from your cis-ness by saying “cis people suck” to a trans and/or nonbinary person. Believe me, they know.
I’m white and I caught myself doing this shit the other day while I was working on a race theory essay. I was writing about how white people try to infantilize black people in ads and media and I wrote “they” instead of “we” to refer to white people. Once I’d realized what I’d done—how I’d subconsciously tried to other myself from an oppressive group simply because I was criticizing it—I corrected it to “we.” Because, as a white person, I know that I am part of the problem.
You don’t get to decide that you are one of the “good ones” just because you think racism/homophobia/transphobia/etc. is bad. You’re still a member of the oppressive majority. You still perpetuate racism/homophobia/transphobia/etc.… regardless of whether you’re aware of it or not.
TL; DR:Please spend more time actually listening to minorities and less time assuring them that you’re not like those other bad white/straight/cis people.
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The softness of the blanket hugged your whole body, making you sink deeper into the warm mattress. You didn’t remember the last time your bed felt so comfortable. The feeling was quite strange, but comforting at the same time, helping you forget about what had happened the day before, not that you remembered much of it. You stretched out your body and slowly opened your eyes.
“What the fuck?”-no wonder the bed was so comfy, that’s because it wasn’t yours, just like the blanket you were wrapped up in, or the room you were so happy to wake up in just a few seconds ago. What happened, why were you here, who brought you? All the questions were wandering in your brain, not remaining on a single topic for a long period of time.
“Okay, breathe, Y/N, just breathe”-you tried to calm yourself down, while carefully looking around the room. You didn’t want to make any sound, to make yourself present just in case that someone who brought you here was still in the apartment.
You took off the blanket, causing the sudden shame and embarrassment to stiffen your body, at the sight of the only remaining clothes you were wearing: a black lace underwear and a baggy white T-shirt that didn’t belong to you. You sighed heavily, covering your mouth from shock and once again looked around just to see a glass of water and a piece of paper lying on top of the nightstand:
“Take the pill for your headache, I’m gone for the groceries. Don’t leave before I get back, we need to talk-Jungkook”
I want to write about why I think the show is foreshadowing Dany burning King’s Landing next season. But I need to state some things first.
The fascinating thing about Daenerys is the fact she has immoral behavior, like almost every character in ASOIAF have, but the audience refuses to see her bad sides no matter what. It’s great to see how you can tell a history and place a character as a hero no matter what but at the same time it’s kinda scary that the public can agree with such behavior. She does a lot of terrible choices but people don’t think she has a big issue and shouldn’t be in a position of power, the massive reaction is just “hey, she has some minor flaws but nobody is perfect, okey? Leave her be”.
In the books Daenerys allows torture, which is a war crime. And at episode 5 Daenerys intentionally killed the Tarly’s, who were defeated in battle, were unarmed and were offering no resistance to the escort. The Tarly’s were in a surrendering party resulted by a defeated in battle, and were intentionally killed by Daenerys. This is a war crime. When Tyrion suggested to put them in cells, she declared “she would not put man in chains ” aka “not make prisoners” which is also a war crime. The offer she gave the remaining soldiers was “join me or die”. This is not a choice. This is a declaration that no quarter will be given and THIS IS a war crime. When your enemies surrender you spare their lives and take them as war prisoners you DO NOT execute them or demand them to fight against their remaining families and compatriotes cuz THIS IS NOT how a surrender works. The show makes Daenerys commits war crimes intentionally even after people tell her it’s a bad idea. And the scary part is: the audience think is fine. I’m pretty much convinced Daenerys is going to do a lot more than that in the future and the audience will buy it.
Since D&D have talked with GRRM about how the series is going to end, Daenerys tone in the series has changed a little bit. Since season 6, her “super badass” scenes turned into a “that’s nice but there’s something a little bit weird”. Her theme songs came from “I’m fighting to survive cuz I’m alone in the world and this is actually badass justice” to a more villain like kind of song, way darker and sinister. The camera angles and the points of view of her actions are different now, and the scenes that were exciting before became kinda sad and weird. If you rewatch the sack of Astapor at 3x4 and her battle against the Lannister army at 7x4 you will notice the huge difference of how they treated it.
So here’s where the tinfoil begins.
It’s about the Politics
I believe the Great War against the army of the dead will not be the final of GoT. GoT and ASOIAF are about the politics. The Night King wasn’t introduced till season 4 and he really became the major treat only at season 5.. Daenerys’s dragons weren’t born till 10x1, they only had a real role at season 6 when Dany finally could control them and they were big enough to go to war. Many storylines still happen aside the whole magic. GoT is about the GAME OF THRONES. And that’s how the story will end. After the war is done, a political struggle will rise and things will get trick. The armies will be broken, Cersei will have the Golden Company at her back, Jon’s parentage will rise, the northerners will probably not fulfil Jon’s pledge to Daenerys, Dany may even lose one of her remaining dragons. Things will be very chaotic and chaos is a ladder.
The Great War is going to end at Winterfell.
Season 7 solved a large problem: how to destroy the army of the dead? Conveniently if you kill the Night King, the wights die and the war is over. Simple as that. Bran has been stated as a great threat to the Night King, almost as he’s the Night King true enemy. The Night King himself entered the cave to kill the last Three Eyed Raven and he seems to have a particular interest in Bran. The show has implied that Bran is waiting for him. And he’s waiting for him at Winterfell. Daenerys is leading her army and remaining dragons to Winterfell and Jaime is much likely riding to Winterfell too. Not only Sansa was featured preparing Winterfell for the war for the Dawn, but many characters have stated the importance of this castle.
Jon: “We can’t defend the north from the Walkers and the south from the Boltons. If we’re gonna survive we need Winterfell”
Jon:“If they breach the Wall, the first two castle in their path [before Winterfell] is Last Hearth and Karhold”
Sansa:“Every direction the threat comes this [Winterfell] is the best place to be.”
Jaime: “If Winterfell falls, we [King’s Landing] fall. Three days.”
The bulk of the living forces in Westeros will be at Winterfell, if Winterfell falls, it would mean the entire army has fallen and basically all hope is lost. The Golden Company is Cersei’s hope but seriously? She’s not a military person. I trust way more Jaime’s opinions and he said their fate depend on Winterfell. So I don’t think the WW will ever come near to King’s Landing because they will be defeated at Winterfell.
All The talking about King’s Landing and the Mad King’s Daughter
The safety of King’s Landing was a great concern to Daenerys and Cersei this season. They’ve talked about how many people live there, how they should attack it, how they shouldn’t, how the city would fall easily, how they should defended it. When they talk so much about an issue like this you can bet something will happen there. They talked a hundred times about the Wall, and the Wall fell. They talked 87439349 times Dany had THREE dragons, and she lost one. They’ve talked a million times how she can’t have children, so of course she’s gonna get pregnant next season. And they’ve talked a hundred times about King’s Landing. Something is going to happen there. Something bad. Here are some of the most notable moments.
Dany: “If Viserys had three dragons, and an army at his back, he’d have invaded King’s Landing already”
Yara: “We should hit King’s Landing now, hard, with everything we have”
and Dany’s response was: “I will not attack King’s Landing. WE will not attack King’s Landing.”
Olenna said “Then how you mean to take the Iron Throne?”
And two episodes after she’s at rage because Tyrion’s plans have failed her and this was her visceral response:
“I have three large dragons.I’m gonna fly them to the Red Keep”
Tyrion:“We’ve discussed this…”
“My enemies are IN the Red Keep”.
And at the meeting at the Dragonpit she told Cersei: “Your capital will be safe, until the north threat is dealt with”
These are very interesting because we see Dany wants to take KL, but she haven’t done yet, because her advisors told her not to. But the thing is, Olenna told her not to listen to Tyrion and to be a dragon, and as the season goes she ignores him many times and even accuse him of plotting against her more than once. The more Tyrion tries to make her listen more she ignores his advices. Dany always had problems with that. Her very “black and white” vision sometimes led her to have bad ideas she just didn’t turn reality because she had advisors who convinced her otherwise. But now she’s not listening to her advisors anymore, and maybe the show told us her future through Varys”s words:
Tyrion:“Daenerys is not her father”
Varys :“And she never will be. With the right counsel. “
Daenerys is not her father is also another phrase they said a lot this season. They keep calling her “mad king’s daughter” and they even told us more than once what the Mad King did to Brandon and Rickard Stark. It’s almost like the show is saying “Her father was mad. Don’t forget that”
Important characters have fled King’s Landing
They did a massive reunion at King’s Landing this season. Tyrion and Davos visited King’s Landing in a rush. They showed the Dragonpit, the place where Balerion’s skull is kept and winter upon King’s Landing. It’s almost like the show is saying “let’s make a scene there because this is our last chance”. Bye bye King’s Landing. And now aside from Cersei all the remaining characters we care left KL. Jaime fucking Lannister and even Gendry we didn’t know was alive left King’s Landing. The only important character left there is Cersei. Daenerys’ ultimate enemy. They quoted more than once the amount of people living in King’s Landing at episode 7x7. Why would they do that if it wasn’t important? The time is short this seasons and the lines mean something.
One thing that really upsets me in the show is the visions Dany had at the House of the Undying. In the book she sees lots of things important as fuck but in the show she has three visions. THREE FUCKING MISERABLE VISIONS. But if you look at them now you’ll see they are important as fuck too. And it’s the first one I want to talk about. She enters at the Throne Room and there’s snow on the floor but the snow only starts to fall heavily when she looks up. And when she looks up and TA DAAAAAA, there’s no ceiling. The Throne Room is destroyed like something came from the sky and destroyed the whole thing. Like I said I don’t think the Night King will ever come close to King’s Landing because the battle for the Dawn will most likely to end at Winterfell so what or who could came from the sky and destroy the Red Keep like this?
In the books it’s clear to me she see things that matter to her, her visions in the House of the Undying are about her life and important events that could have, that have or will happen to her. Things that relate to her somehow. The visions are not meaningless. So why would she see the Throne Room but not the Night King destroying it? Probably because she was the one who destroyed the place. She sees the destruction she made.
Bran’s visions were actually the very first trigger to me. At episode 6x6, after Hodor’s death Bran is running with Meera and uploading the visions from the - RIP older -Three Eyed Raven. D&D said they spend hours to choose which scene would be there cuz they were fucking important. PARAMOUNT IMPORTANCE. It’s was the first time we saw the Mad King, there were some old scenes from the past seasons BUT there were some new ones that I don’t recall to see before..
This one that features a single dragon in the sky.
And also this one that features a shadow of a single dragonover King’s Landing and there’s smoke in some places.
The tricky thing here is that these two scenes along with the scene where the Night King turns the Craster’s baby into a WW repeat 5 or 6 times. Only this three scenes repeat so much.
For 3 times these scenes with the single dragon are followed by the scene of Daenerys with Drogon on her shoulder. No other dragon appears on Bran’s visions, only Drogon. There’s no other vision of Daenerys, only this one that always appears after the vision of KL burning.
If you ask me, the visions show King’s Landing burning by dragon fire and then who is responsible for that: Daenerys and Drogon.
Daenerys’s dragons are her advantage at war. In ADWD she even thinks she could never conquer the Seven Kingdoms without them. She already lost one to the Night King. What if she loses one more? She’d probably be desperate and hopeless. With only one dragon left she’d see herself with no better option to take the Iron Throne than to do what she already wants to do: attack King’s Landing. That’s why Bran saw this in his visions. He saw the Mad King wanting to destroy the capital, and he saw Dany fulfilling her father’s vision.
Bran sees Jaime but not Cersei. Jaime already tried to kill Daenerys this season, will he try again at season 8 after Daenerys attack all the people he lost his honor to protect?
Daenerys burning King’s Landing on rampage is something I can see happening. It would fulfil the “Mad Queen/Daenerys villain theory” and part of the audience would even agree with her actions, and say she’s not mad, she’s just at war and that’s the only option she had left. Only Cersei is left at KL so people would not feel sorry how we felt when Tyrell’s died in the sept. Cersei has yet to lose everything to a more beautiful and younger queen. Her family is gone, all she has left is the throne, and Daenerys is coming to take it. When Cersei had lost everything then and only then the valonqar will kill her. She’ll probably flee KL during the fires just to be killed right after.
Daenerys have been accused of being a foreign invader by many people this season, the Westerosi don’t trust her and burning King’s Landing would give the remaining Lords of Westeros more than enough reasons to rebel against her. I can think many ways this could lead to a Sansa x Daenerys struggle but this post is huge already so maybe another time.
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 Words: 7k Genre: Angst, Multiple Personality!Au Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him. → Inspired by the Korean Drama - Kill Me Heal Me Warnings: Topics of mental health. Mentions of death, suicide and medical disorders. Disclaimer: Although this piece of work required lots of in-depth research and was attempted to be as accurate as possible, at the end of the day, I am not a psychologist and this is fanfiction. Specific things may be altered or exaggerated for story-telling purposes. Please take all medical terminologies and procedures with a grain of salt.
And it’s contagious, making you smile wide into the apples of your cheeks.
Parchment lines the plush grass, the warm sun embraces your form. Your hair is tied back, the sparse front strands are clumped together in colours, stains streaking across your forehead. But you don’t pay any mind, not when your hands are covered in paint and the brush is held between your fingers.
Every time you steal a glance from the boy, the tip of his tongue sticks past the seam of his lips and his eyes are trained concentratedly on his canvas. “Don’t look.” He mutters quietly, noticing your stare but not looking up from his artwork.
You let a laugh slip. “What? Are you painting me?”
“No.” He sharply quips in embarrassment. “Just don’t look…until I’m done.”
“Alright.” You add a few finishing touches to your own artwork, deciding to splatter some vibrant yellow in the middle. That’s when a thought suddenly strikes you. “Hey, Jungkook.”
Requested by @fangirl-moment-x:
Hey, if you take requests, could you do a human!reader X Derek in which she does something to protect the pack that will get her killed but makes it look like she bertayed them so they hate her. The pack ignores her and Derek says he hates her, but when they find out that she is going to sacrifice herself for the pack, they go save her and when they bring her home Derek takes care of her and they make up. Can you make it angsty with a fluffy end (super fluffy with Derek)? (Sorry it’s so long.)
A/N: I apologize for skipping some details and horrible writing. I hope you like it tho.
“Wait a minute! So let me get this straight,” Derek’s voice echoed through the loft, the pack started surrounding Y/N and Derek in the middle of their argument. “You are leaving town? Now? When we need you the most” he crossed his arms over his chest.
“What? Why are you leaving town?” Stiles took a step forward to Y/N, questioning her. “It’s no ones business but mine! I don’t have to explain myself to you. And plus, why the hell would you need me? I’m a useless human” her words mostly directed at Derek.
"Useless?! Are you kidding me? We do need you stop being ridiculous!“ Y/N flinched.
"Okay I think we all need to calm down and discuss this properly” Scott suggested. Derek stared at Y/N with a fuming expression, she could feel the heat radiating off his body.
“I don’t wanna discuss anything with anyone, leave me alone” Y/N spoke as she started walking to the door. “Hey!” Derek grabbed onto her arm tightly and turned her to face him.
"Derek what the hell?! You’re hurting me" Derek’s realization set in that he was being too harsh on Y/N. “I’m sorry” he let go of her arm. Y/N didn’t give anyone a chance to speak before she bolted out of the loft. “I hope you’re happy now” Stiles spoke bitterly at Derek.
It has been weeks since the initial event. “It’s really kind of you to be here” Jennifer lips twisted into a wicked smirk. “I’m not doing this for you” Y/N responded, venom lacing her words. “I know, you’re doing this for your precious friends,” she rolled her eyes.
“I promised that I wouldn’t hurt them if you helped me” Y/N knew what she was getting into, she feared that Jennifer would betray her. However, she didn’t care; her love for her friends exceeded everything. “Time for the last step, I won’t be needing your help today"
"So does that mean I can-” Y/N’s sentence was cut short before feeling a sharp pain across the back of her head.
After an unknown amount of time, Y/N’s eyes slowly opened up to see four silhouettes in the middle of a concealed location. The roof was eminent, and the walls were wooden built.
The moon beamed through a small hole in the roof; the light wasn’t bright enough for Y/N to properly make out the figures that stood in front of her. Until one of them spoke.
“I’m giving you a chance here to let her go, and take me in her place” the familiar voice of Derek flew to Y/N’s ears. “Oh Derek, I trade you for her any day. But she’s the one who offered herself to keep your precious little pack safe” Jennifer made a childish voice which emitted a growl from Derek, indicating his dissatisfaction.
“I’m here now, let her go” Derek insisted but Jennifer only ignored. She strode to Y/N and stood behind her pointing a sharp knife at her throat. Scott came into view as he tried to negotiate his friend’s life. “You don’t have to do this,” Jennifer shook her head. “Too late pretty boy” were the last words that Y/N heard before blacking out once more.
The following time Y/N woke up was next to the man she loved most in a white on white room. She groaned and held the back of her head in pain. The alpha slightly jumped; awoken from his sleep. “Hey” she smiled.
The sour wolf, however, just lunged at her and wrapped his arms around her. “Oh, okay” she giggled and reciprocated his actions.
“I’m so sorry. I was horrible to you, I can’t believe you sacrificed yourself for us” he backed away from her yet still held onto her hand. “I would’ve done so much more; you guys are my family” Y/N spoke softly as Derek’s eyes softened at her. “I thought I was going to lose you” he ducked his head to hide his crestfallen expression.
“I’m right here, Derek. I knew what I was doing” Y/N delicately placed her hand on his cheek and lifted his face to observe him. “You should’ve have told me” he whispered, still frowning at her. “Don’t frown at me,” she said, sternly. “You would’ve done the same if it meant that you’d keep everyone safe” she smiled at him. “You’re right” he said in defeat.
“Derek,” she said with worry. “Jennifer?”
“It’s over, she can’t hurt anyone anymore” he reassured the panic-filled girl in front of him. She sighed in relief and leaned her head against the headboard of the hospital bed. “Derek.. I-” her lips set in motion when her voice failed to speak her thoughts; she placed a tender kiss on his soft lips.
“Y/N-” Derek’s words were cut short as the familiar voices of the boys of the noisy pack echoed through the ER. “There she is, our fighter” Stiles applauded, walking into the room with Scott and Isaac following behind. After a fair amount of hugs, the boys settled in their seats.
“How are you feeling?” Scott said in a hushed voice. “Severe headache, but I’ll be alright” she assured him. “The girls are setting up a room for you at the loft” Isaac informed you as your eyes were set on the door.
“Why the loft?” Her eyes were on Derek. “Just for a couple of days,” he nodded. “Can’t I just stay in your room?” Y/N giggled as the wolf whistles emitted from the Stiles. Derek’s face flushed in red as he widened his eyes at her.
“Well, o-only if you want to. I mean-” Y/N interrupted him mid sentence as she placed another kiss on his lips.
The guys chuckling at Derek’s bewildered expression.
Some people asked me for some references of wizard!AU McCree since they wanted to cosplay him? Here’s this messy character sheet, I hope it helps! if there’s some questions, ask ahead! more information under the cut.
The suits headcannons are 😩😩🙌🙌WOBDERFUL!! LLIKE SERIOUSLY, THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED THEM WITH SUITS IS JUST 🙏praissee. Please do continue them!!! Possibly terushima, futakuchi, noya, and tanaka?? THANK YOU SOM MUCH
Sure! And I see you have a type. ;3 Bonus Ushijima and Tendou for you.
Three-piece, a brown so impossibly dark that under the wrong lighting it’s almost certainly black. Notch lapel and two buttoned, his jacket’s loose and open on top of a pristine white shirt. The kickers are his tie and accessories- a rich, metallic dark gold with matching watch chain and pocket square, highlighting his bronzed skin and blonde undercut. A pair of simple cap toe derbies finish the look.
You see, he knows, that you’d expect him to wear something flashy to match his personality and his wicked tongue piercing, but he also knows that he looks like an oasis in a desert in black and gold.
He does indulge his flashy side with his surprisingly smart-casual array of clothes- another formal favourite of his is a black and white checkered jacket on top of a simple black turtleneck with black pants and shoes.
He’s a naturally slim person, but his suits are structured to give him the confidence to match his smirk. Pants slim fitted to shape around his sleek calves, it makes him look miles tall.
His hair, when he actually tries, is slicked back firmer than usual, and there are absolutely no wisps of hair blocking the sinful expression he shoots at you.
Playing with his cuffs when he’s bored just doesn’t kick it for him. He prefers to rest his weight on one leg and slide the tips of his fingers into his pant pockets cockily.
He’s always the first one to get asked to dance, with his rough undercut and slick outfit, and boy are they all surprised because this man, despite looking like a million dollars, dances like he’s earning his keep dollar by dollar.
Give him a pole. Give him a fucking pole, and you’ll be going home a few items of clothing short tonight.
Silence so thick filled your ears, not one single thought inside your head other then the last three words Taehyung uttered. “Taehyung?” You questioned, trying hard to keep your voice normal and steady, doing anything and everything in your might to not draw attention to yourself. This wasn’t exactly an everyday call afterall..
“My dad… I killed him…he wouldnt stop.. hitting her. That bastard kept hurting her!!” You heard a small bang on the other line, assuming he had hit something in frusteration. You tapped Yoongi on the shoulder softly and gestured towards the door letting him know you’d be just outside, he gave you a tight smile and a nod signifying it was okay.
“Tae, breathe… I-its going to be okay. Does anyone-”
“No.. no one knows Y/n. You were the first person I thought to call. Y/n… my mom kicked me out and told me to leave. S-she is taking the blame and saying it was self defense.. I killed a man… I fuckingkilled a man..” His voice was full of unwanted guilt, full of complete contradictions of sorrow and happiness. You waited a moment before speaking up, your voice shaken but strong, as crazy and dangerous as the events may seem, Taehyung was family and there was no way in hell you were going to let him go through this alone. “I’m picking you up, send me the address to where you are and I’m on my way.”
You pushed opened Yoongi’s bedroom door at that same moment the broken boy on the other end whimpered in guilt. “Are you sure you arn’t busy?”
“No, I’m not busy. I’m leaving right now.” Yoongi looked up from his phone as he heard those words leave your mouth. Was he not important enough? Was Tae more important then the plans you and he had already made?
You hung up the phone and slid it into your back pocket, turning on your heels to face Yoongi’s infamous poker face. “I’m sorry Yoongz, we can finish this another night.” Before he could protest or give even the slightest of attitude you placed a soft kiss on his forehead, he knew it was just a small gesture somewhere between ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘Goodnight’ but he couldnt stop his heart from racing a mile a minute. Your soft honey like lips grazing his bare forehead, and never in his life had he been so thankful to be wearing a backwards Snapback.
He watched you jog out of his now dull bedroom, leaving him in agonizing thoughts and pure frustrations. Why did you blow him off for Taehyung? Why was Tae calling you so late?
He slumped in his chair letting one fist hit the black paint chipped desk in front of him. He was so close in telling you how you felt but apparently luck wasn’t on his side, he waited too long and now here you were… ditching him for one of his best friends.
You could still feel Yoongi’s slightly sweaty forehead against your lips as you ran out to your car, grabbing your purse and a blanket on your way out. The wintery night dressed you in a red nose and pink cheeks, you climbed into your car and as if on queue your phone vibrated with an address that would send you to a less then sketchy motel four hours south.
There was no time for stops, or even music to attempt to lighten the mood; so instead silence that was nearly suffocating filled the air around you.
Yoongi’s face raced through your mind no matter how many times you attempted to push it away. ’Taehyung is more important then one sided love. Yoongi. Get. Out. Of. My. Head.’
There Taehyung sat, amongst his suitcases and bags and his unseen sorrow and guilt. The dark sky above that had no stars in sight was an accurate representation of Taehyung’s eyes, nothing but cold black and the whites in his eyes, all color drained from his face. He was too lost in thought to notice you walking towards him, and it wasn’t until you were kneeling down in front of him that you saw blood red stains on his white shirt, he tried so hard so hard to hide the stains and himself in his black hoodie.
“Taehyungie, get in the car. I brought a blanket, just lay down and rest. I’ll put your bags in the trunk okay.” His glossy eyes met yours and as he blinked once to make sure that it was really you, a single tear fell. He nodded his head once before dragging his body to the passenger seat; and by the time you had made your way into the car he was staring down at his hands like he was ready to cut them off.
“I came home from visiting an old childhood friend and when I walked in I heard screaming.. so I walked to my moms room,” You sat silently as he explained to you what he had been through a few hours prior, you watched as more tears fell from his dull eyes, not daring to start the car you sat still and did the one thing you could do. Listen.
“It was open a bit and I saw my dad screaming at her, he was drunk… which isnt so much of a suprise. She was so scared, she kept flinching and I didnt think much of it until he swung and slapped her across the face… then it clicked in my head. He had done it before,” The tears became rivers down his tanned skin, without even thinking he grabbed one of his shaking hands and intertwined your fingers together, giving him a reassuring squeeze that it was okay to continue.
“Something inside me snapped. So I grabbed one of the empty beer bottles that was on the hall table, broke it and just fucking went in yelling. My mom kept yelling for me to stop… I think she was scared he’d hit me too. He pushed me ans told me to mind my own business and then… I jabbed the bottle into his stomach.. i just kept going, i didnt stop until he just fell.. th-there was blood everywhere.. my mom was screaming.. I-I dropped the bottle and I coul- I couldn’t believe what I had just done… my mom ran to me and I dont remember what happened after she told me to pack my stuff and leave.. she picked up the bottle and wiped it down then she stabbed him with it. She said ’Go. I’ll say it was self defense… please go Taehyung. GO!’ She basically pushed me out of the house and I called you.. for the most part its a blur…I just remember the main things.. its like a fucking highlight reel in my head.”
Silence came after, no one knowing exactly what to say next. Instead yall sat quietly, fingers intertwined, staring at the blinking Motel lights.
“Do the guys know you came?”
“Yoongi does, we were writing when you called. I told him we’d finish it another day.” You replied, finally starting the car and backing out of the deserted parking lot. “I’m sorry… I didnt mean to interrupt your ‘Yoongi Staring’ session.” He mumbled. You let out a soft chuckle letting him know you had heard him, and that it was okay to make jokes, smile and talk about anything other then what happened hours earlier. “Oh? Cracking jokes now are we? Let me guess you think I like Yoongi too dont you?”
You watched his chapped lips break out into a small smile through the rearview mirror, his eyes were still dead but you expected nothing less honestly. “Too? Did Namjoon finally confront you?”
“The two of you discussed my crush!?” You couldnt help but laugh as you ‘shouted’ in disbelief that 3 of 7 boys knew you had feelings for the stubborn mint haired goober.
“Sureeeee, a crush.” He scoffed at your attempt in walking around the fact you were in love, not in crush.
Eventually small talk wasn’t enough to distract Taehyung from his demons so he sat quietly staring out the passenger side window the remainder of the ride.
The sun began to peek its way up into the sky, sending the birds to chirp and people to start waking up and getting ready for work. 6:00am.
Dewey grass and the chilly breeze of the early morning made its way into the car, causing you to shiver slightly. You werent worried about yourself being cold rather then the poor boy buried in the wool blanket in the seat next to you, he looked like a boy trying to hide from the monsters in his closet only in this situation the monsters were in his head instead.
You didnt have to worry about anyone being awake this early in the morning, except Jin and his early morning breakfast of course, so an interrogation was definitely not in order.. hopefully. “Jin is probably awake so lets just be quite coming in okay? We can grab your bags later.”
Taehyung nodded softly and with that you both made your way to the front door, softly setting your shoes at the front door and tip toeing to the staircase. Oddly enough Jin wasn’t in the kitchen and the house was as quite as can be.
“Do you want me to leave you be?” You whispered as you crept past Namjoon and Yoongi’s bedroom doors.
“Can you please stay with me.” His voice was raspy and barley audible, but broken all the same.
He discarded his blood stained shirt and black hoodie in a crumbled pile on the floor while you followed his action with your own jacket, “are you sure its okay? I dont want to mke you uncomfortable” He kept repeating, and everytime your answer was the same. “Tae, its ok. We literally went streaking together.”
The two of you crawled under his fluffy white comforter without saying a single word. There was no cuddling, no quite talks, it was like there was an invisible barrier between the two of you. You being too scared to touch him and have crumble under your touch and him being too scared to crumble, so instead you both pulled the comforter up to your chins and eventually fell victim to sleep.
The next dew days were routine; celebrating Taehyung’s arrival with pointless fun and causing trouble up and down our town. Drinking. Lots of drinking. You watched Taehyung like a mom watching her child, making sure he was okay making sure he knew you were there, and it wasn’t long until Hoseok noticed the amount of time you and Tae were spending together, how your drinking became nothing compared to the rest of the group, how your eyes had a tint of saddness in them.
“Trust me Hoseok. I cant tell you whats going on but I promise you everything is okay.”
“I trust you. Be careful.”
Weeks went by and still no one knew the crime Taehyung commited and after a couple of days life began to pool back into his once dead eyes. “My mom just called. She said the police believed her and she had to go to court and speak of what happened. She sounded…happy.” He whispered in your ear one night, you flipped over to face his unreadable expression and when a soft smile spread across his tired skin, you knew he was a bit better. “Are you happy?”
“I took the biggest set back in her life away. I helped her have an empty house where she can heal, I wont ever be able to get over what I did… but knowing it helped her.. it makes it better.”
In the weeks you sat with Taehyung, barley talking to anyone but him and Hoseok, Yoongi watched you. He watched you look at Taehyung across the room, but since he was too wrapped up in his silent jealousy he didnt norice the sad and tierd eyes you possessed.
“Thank you for everything Y/n. I’m glad to see the light and rest return to your eyes.” His green streaks falling into his face softly, it was your last night with him. The two of you agreed to wait until the both of you were better healed before you stopped sleeping in the same bed, he knew you were drained from watching and helping him, he knew you wanted to go back to how things were before the call and he understood that. “I’ll always be here for you Tae.”
[A Week Later]
You stood outside Yoongi’s door, too afaird to open it but also so desperate to see his sugary skin, and minty hair, so needy for his deeper voice and gummy smile. It felt like years and you cursed yourself for being so cliche but damn did you miss him.
“Hey Yoongz, ya miss me?” You laughed, walking into his ‘bedroom’ and taking a seat on his bed like you always did. He was sitting in the infamous rolling chair witch his hair messy and a plain black T shirt that made him look so aesthetically pleasing, his black sweats and concentrated eyes being wonderful accessories to his angelic beauty.
He was more beautiful then ever.
“I’m suprised you even remembered I exist.” Of course I did…
“I’ve just had stuff going on Yoongi, but are you ready to work on that song?”
“I finished it.” His slightly cold demeanor sent chills down your spine, he had finished it?? Without you? And just before you could say anything he turned to you with neutral eyes and a tight smile, almost like he was trying to tell you it was okay you walked out on him even though it actually wasnt.
“Yoongi are you good?” You let out a small chuckle in hopes to disguise your worry and confusion, and as if looking at you was a chore in itself he spun back around his chair and began messing with his computer. “Sure, I mean I personally love being stood up by a writing partner so she can go and sleep with one of my best friends.” A silence so thick filled the cool air, no one moved, no one spoke, he didnt even look at you for a reaction to his blunt words. Your face contorted from shocked to angry? Offended? You stated at his side profile for what felt like forever before tou finally stood up off his bed, because sitting felt too comfortable for a situation like this one.
“I’m sorry? Did you just assume I was sleeping with yet another person?” You shot back waiting for him to look at you, and when he didnt you only continued. “I dont really appreciate being made out to seem like I sleep around okay. I dont know who the fuck you think you are to assu-” Your voice became louder and your hands had a mind of thier own as they gestured to eveything you were shouting, when you were cut off by Yoongi who was now standing up as well.
“I think I’m the guy you ran out on while writing a song for Taehyung at two in the fucking morning, and when I went to go check on you the next morning you werent in Hoseok’s room like I thought you’d be. No. You were in Taehyung’s bed with him and clothes on the mother fucking floor. So please tell me how 'its not what it looked like’ Y/n!” Using finger quotation marks around the world famous phrase for people with a secret, and if you werent so angry then maybe you would have found the fact he wanted to check on you sweet.
“His car broke down and he was stranded so I went to go and fucking help him. He needed someone there for him because he was bummed that he was going home, and for your fucking information my jacket was the only thing of mine of the floor, and I dont know how you sleep but Tae sleeps shirtless okay!” The lies on why you went to Taehyung’s rescue came pouring out of your mouth like it came easy to you, even though you couldn’t tell the truth it still didnt change the fact that what he thought was happening between you and V was wrong.
Yoongi let out an unamused chuckle as he looked at you through his mint hair. “So because he was 'bummed’ you slept in his bed with him for weeks?!” His tone revealing every single assumption he had, making it very clear that he was sold on what he thought happened. “Yoongi I dont feel like fighting okay. I didnt sleep with Taehyung and I’m sorry I left in the middle of our writing but he needed me.” You knew this argument could last forever so instead you gave up, feeling defeated you sat back down on his bed and looked into his slightly softened brown eyes. “But Yoongi, it’s none of your goddamn business what I do or who I do, so please stop worrying about what the fuck I’m doing okay.” And within seconds the anger fueled back inside of you, sending his eyes to widen when the look of realization hit your face. “Seriously though, you are always so up my ass about who you think I’m sleeping with! You dont see me questioning your fucking actions! I didnt point out the girl you were with at the bar one our first outing, I didnt point out you sleeping with me and I didnt say anything about Jennie either! Yet here you are assuming I’m sleeping with every guy I hang our with! Why do you fuck-”
“BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” He shouted sending your eyes to practically fall out of your head. Thats all you needed to hear for you to finally take his perfect face into your hands and press your lips to his.
His lips taste even better then the first time.
In all honesty you werent even aware of your own actions, it was like your body had a mind of its own and you were okay with it.
It didnt take long before he was kissing you back and relaxing under your touch, his arms wrapping around your waist. He didnt taste like liquor this time, instead he tasted of something so euphoric you had no words for it, no alcohol took part in a kiss shared by two love struck artists.
You pulled away and searched his eyes for god knows what, everything seemed to have happened so fast and it made sense to you. Love has no time now does it? Always showing up when you least expect it, not giving a damn about the events around you.
“I love you too pabo.” Your voice was barley above a whisper, enough for him to look you hard in the face almost like he was waiting for you to tell him you were kidding. Never had you seen the spec of insecurity etched into his eyes before, and yet here it was. Plain as day.
“I’ve loved you ever since I saw you playing 'First Love’ in your room, and that night in the train car…you said it was just a drunken night.”
“I lied brat, I fucking lied.” Within moments his lips were pressed against your own, moving together in perfect harmony, his hands rested on the top of your ass and your fingers found their way into his hair, tugging every so often which caused a small groan to escape his lips and into yours. A fire was ignited in between the two of you, roaming hands and parted lips, in fact a moan or two escaped your lips as his tongue fought yours for dominance… that is untill the sound of Namjoon’s alarming voice broke the two of you away.
“Hey I heard screaming are you guys o- finally.” He chuckled before he exited.
You looked at Yoongi’s slightly flushed cheeks and took a mental picture of him in this state, wow he was beautiful. Truly perfect. “Go out with me brat.” Those five words sent your lips into a smile, he wasnt so much asking as he was telling you and the 'brat’ only seemed to make things sweeter to you. Fuck cliché.
“Burgers and staying up late writing, that sounds like a nice first date.”
“Am I buying the burgers?” He questioned with a teasing gummy smile. “You buy burger meals and I’ll by snacks from the corner store for our late night.”
He watched your flushed cheeks and soft giggles as the two of you stood closer then needed, speaking of a casual date. “Meet me in the living room at seven.” You smiled before kissing his jaw softly and skipping out of the room, he knew what you were doing. Trying so very hard to seem unphased by the new feelings thrown out onto the table, but the way you found it difficult to make eye contact and the way you fidgeted with your hands slightly didnt go unnoticed. Such a weird way to begin a what could be a relationship, and as he watched you skip out of his room in your cute ducky shorts and baggy sweater he prayed to any god that you’d be his, because never had he been so hopeful for a girlfriend. “
See you at seven Y/n-ah.”
“Burgers and gas station snacks?” Hoseok questioned as you grabbed your trusty ol’ black ripped jeans and blue flannel over a plain white tank top. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t freaky out, obviously you’d hung out with Yoongi alone before but it was different when there was a mutual feeling of love in the air.
“Yes Hoseok, you know it always made me uncomfortable when Minho would take me out to fancy places…I just felt so out of place.” When you and Minho were together he would take you to five star places, and it was appreciated yes but he knew how out of place you felt. It was almost like he expected to get something out of the night, simply because he spent so much money on a 'nice date.’
He was no stranger to the fancy, five star, high class places like the restaurants he’d choose, but you a fan of finger foods and ramen were not used to a life so ’well’ lived. You had grown up with enough money for things needed and then a little extra but money was definitely not something you could just blow.
“I’m not saying five star, I’m saying like… i dont know? Ihop.” Laughter erupted from within as you watched him try and figure out a place off the top of his cute little head. “Hobi, Honey, burgers was my idea.” You hugged Hoseok tightly and you listened as he wentt on and on about how if Yoongi breaks his heart he will break his face, you knew he was just trying to be protective and it was honestly so refreshing to see him care so much.
You made your way downstairs and saw that Yoongi was already sitting on the couch waiting for you. He was wearing a white t shirt, black jeans and a blue jean jacket; it was such an effortless style but damn did he look good, everything seemed to compliment eachother and his hair only pulled it together more. “Min Yoongi wearing denim? Have my eyes deceived me?” He looked up from his phone and rolled his eyes, you have thought it was because he was annoyed, that is if it wasn’t for the adorable gummy smile that was spreading across his face. “Oh shut up and lets go get some food.”
The drive was quiet, and filled with unsaid nervousness. It wasnt enough to make it awkward but it was enough to make you mentally laugh at yourself. “Uh, you look nice by the way.” Yoongi mumbled, the soft nervousness hidden in his low voice was enough to send a huge a smile across your face. “I always look like this Yoongz.” “Okay? Your point?” It wasnt much but you heard the compliment laced between the snarky reply, causing your cheeks to turn a light pink and he didnt have to look at you to know you understood what he was saying, your silence spoke volumes. He looked so good driving with a smirk plastered on his face, and one hand on the wheel, but you couldnt help but think about how lonely his other hand looked, resting off the middle console, his silver rolex peeking out from underneath the denim that suited him so nicely. You tried to push away the thought of how his pale hand was basically screaming to be held. 'Fuck it.’ You whispered to yourself, and within moments you had fed into your desire to hold his pretty hands.
You took a big breathe in and held it there, too scared to breathe out, then you nonchalantly rested your arm next to his. Unnoticed. You waited a good minute before you finally decided to breathe and slide your hand underneath his and intertwine your fingers in his. It took a moment for him to register what you just did but the moment his fingers closed around yours you let out a sigh of relief, half from his acceptance and half from how perfect it felt. His hand was so much bigger then yours, his few steel rings felt cool against your burning skin, and you could feel his rolex resting against your wrist. You didnt want to let go of his hand, not ever but you had arrived at your destination.
Yoongi almost wanted to take a few wrong turns on the way just so he didnt have to let go over your hand, but he was too scared you’d notice and he sure as hell didnt want that. The Burger joint sat in front of the now parked car your hand slipped out from his as you got out of the car and immediately he was missing your hand in his. “I’ll grab us a booth pabo.” You smiled, he watched as you skipped to a small booth in the corner by the window, the over sized flannel flowing as you did so. He couldnt help but think you looked so damn good with a flannel and some timberlands, it was such a casual look and yet it still made his heart race. You were the kind of girl he could live life fully with, someone who wouldn’t hold back, you were someone that made things complicated in an exciting way, he wasn’t one to go out on dates really but he also had never felt this way about anyone before.
“Here you go brat.” Yoongi set the tray in front of you, two giant burgers and large fries, with a handsome minty haired boy. “Why thank you sir.” He rolled his eyes playfully at the new nickname and together yall began to dig into your dinner, conversation seemed to happen on its own and you listened as he spoke of the song he finished. The song the two of you should finshed together. You watched as his lips made a small pout while he talked, and how he looked at you for a bit and then looked at his food or phone, and maybe that would have botheres you if it was anyone else but you’d heard his mixtape. You knew about his battle with social anxiety. You related. It was okay. You looked at his fading hair, what once was a nice mint color turned even lighter with blonde peeking through. He’d look cute with blonde hair.’ You thought.
Dinner came to an end and yall decided to walk to the corner store, large soda’s in hand and the moonlight illuminating him like it did that night. He looked so pretty against the darkness of the night and the light of the moon, so ethereal, the only difference about then and now if that now he was single. Now he was on a date with you. If you wanted to take hold of his jacket and pull him down to you, you could very well do so, and as you stopped in your tracks unknowingly, making a mental list of all the things you could do, you didnt notice he had gotten closer to you. All you knew was his face had suddenly became easier to admire, from his puppy eyes, perfect pouty lips, to the three earrings in his left ear that for some reason was so sexy to you, and his goddamn hair against sugar skin and pink cheeks. Yoongi placed a hand on the small of your back and pulled you against his chest in one swift motion, no sign of nervousness, or fear in his eyes or actions. Kiss me please. As if he could read your mind he captured your lips in his, not sweetly but not roughly; he kissed you with passion and confidence and you kissed back with just the same. Your confidence wavered a bit, instead replaced with shock and neediness because you liked how he kissed you like he was telling you he was in charge, and if thats what it took for him to kiss you like he was right then you’d gladly let him lead.
There you stood in the middle of the sidewalk kissing under the moonlight, the stars being your audience and the two of you being the main show. Yoongi wasn’t one for PDA but the minute he got a taste of your lips he couldn’t stop, hell, he’d even forgotten the two of you were standing outside. Your hands found thier way in his hair and when he bit your bottom lip as a demand of entrance you tugged softly sending a small growl to leave his lips. “Y-yoongi.” You whimpered as he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip after pulling it between his teeth, and to say your whimper excited him would be an understatement. It wasn’t until you heard a honk of a car in the distance that caused the two of you to separate, cheeks flushed and lips swollen and glistening. “We should go.” You chuckled, ignoring the fact you bought no snacks and pretending not to notice the slight bulge in his pants and the arousel between your legs.
The car ride home went by like nothing had happened on the sidewalk, turning up the radio and singing along to the songs like a group of dying animals, the two of you laughed at eachother and you admired his gummy smile and million different laughs.
He oozed passion, everything he did he did passionately and you swore you saw it all… you thought you’d seen all of Min Yoongi but you didnt know how wrong you were.
you know, as always, i’m really irritated when people call
clary by the name morgenstern because she doesn’t use it, it’s not the name she
grew up with, and most importantly she doesn’t like it, like don’t be fucking
rude. so when the angel raziel called her clarissa morgenstern i was really
annoyed, and then i got to thinking and this fits really perfectly into this
shadowhunter fic i’ve been planning so what if:
the morgensterns are an old, wealthy, and powerful
shadowhunter family, right? they have such an odd name for their profession,
such a specific one – morning star, the name of lucifer before he fell, the
name that jesus uses to describe himself
in the bible. are they referring to one, to both?
but what a powerful name, what an important name. that’s not
a name you take for yourself, not when you’re a servant of heaven like the
shadowhunters are. it’s a name you earn.
then there’s the name clarissa. clarissa means bright and
shining. so her name translates to the bright shining morning star. and it must
have been valentine who gave her that name, because it’s such a heavy name for
a baby, for a young woman, for anyone. and valentine calls her clarissa
morgenstern because that’s what she is to him, a bright shining star. but that’s
not a name you’re given, not really. it’s one you earn.
so i really like the idea that raziel calls clary by the
name clarissa morganstern because he thinks she’s earned it. i like the idea
that all the reasons clary chafes with the clave and other shadowhunters and
the downworlders are the same reasons that the angels love her. she falls into
the role of holy soldier in a way that’s so much cleaner and straightforward
than most of the people around her.
i talk here and here about why i believe clary is a
blossoming little general and about her sharp take on morality (some of these
opinions are out of date because WOAH BOY some people have had hella character
development, but i stand by the general idea of them). but in summary:
clary is crazy charming when she’s wants to be. she’s not
manipulative really, she’s too straight forward for that. but especially in the
first season she did impossible things so casually, and i don’t mean in magic
or power. i mean in getting mortal enemies to die together for her cause,
getting loyal subjects to break oaths to their queen for her, getting the aid
of people who once professed to hate her or even tried to kill her. i once
wrote that clary is dangerously charismatic and i believe that. she doesn’t
have to be right, she just has to convince everyone she’s right, and she’s kind
of scarily good at that.
secondly, clary has a very black and white view of morality.
there isn’t really any grey area where she’s concerned. i’m just going to copy
and paste from my other post here, so:
she’s really big on forgiveness. which seems odd,
considering how completely ruthless she can be at times, but it’s true. it’s
one of my favorite qualities of hers, the dichotomy of how readily she forgives
and moves on from past hurts against how completely and thoroughly she’s
capable of hating and cutting down those who stand in her way.
clary basically forgives everyone who’s ever lied to or
wronged her – she doesn’t hold a grudge against magnus for taking her memories
in the first place, against raphael for any of the actions he’s taken against
her, never holds onto any hurt or resentment for any of the cruel things alec
has said to her. jace ignores her for weeks and she doesn’t take it personally,
only wants him back in any way she can have him. when luke abandons her in her
time of greatest need she doesn’t blame him, is only happy to have him back.
when luke’s sister returns she insists that they give her a chance, and even
after cleophas has proven herself to be a betrayer and a liar, even when clary
has every reason not to trust her – she does. when cleophas says she’s changed
her mind, she’s ready to betray valentine even tho moments before she would
have declared herself one his most faithful servants – clary believes her.
clary believes and trusts a murderer because that – that’s part of clary too, i
think, even her positive qualities circle back to her ruthlessness.
holding onto grudges and hurts will only hinder her, so she
doesn’t. she has a goal and she has enemies and those are immutable and
unmoving but everything else is negotiable.
clary is not a woman that deals in grey areas. either
something is right or it’s wrong, either you’re with her or against her, and
she has little patience for anything or anyone that tries to stay in the in
between. this is most perfectly shown with that quick back and forth between
her and cleophas in the alley. cleophas says that hurting an angel goes against
everything being a shadowhunter stands for, and clary shoots back oh, and
killing downworlders doesn’t? cleophas says it’s different, but the thing is
for clary it isn’t. she deals with absolutes. killing downworlders and
torturing an angel are the same for her because they are both actions that
heaven’s warriors shouldn’t be taking, and in her mind if you’re capable of one
you’re capable of the other.
so in conclusion: clary has a stunning capacity for both
compassion and forgiveness, is ruthless down to her bones for better or worse,
and treats morality as far more black and white than is probably healthy.
look at her relationship with jonathan and how that fits
into all of this. when she’s on his side, she’s moved by compassion, is willing
to forgive all manner of atrocities because she believes in him. when she’s
like this, her dangerous charisma comes out in full force, and she nearly turns
him to her side without even trying to. then he crosses a line, and all that
compassion disappears, at least on the surface. clary has made her judgement –
her brother is no longer worth saving, and she’ll kill him with her bare hands
when necessary. compassion and forgiveness. black and white morality. utter
ruthlessness. clary’s interesting, i think, because she has all these qualities
and … i just feel like all these qualities make the angels
really like clary. she is like them, ruthless and caring and with an unmovable
certainty for what she believes to be right. on top of this, a charisma and
presence that pulls others to her side in spite of how her other qualities
grate on them or get them in trouble. she’s a leader, more last season than
this one, but she still has those qualities.
they look at her, raziel looks at her, and calls her clarissa
morgenstern. she is the bright, shining morning star.
will she fall like lucifer? is she a messiah like the son of
but both of those people brought change, brought
revolutions, for better or worse.
clary has earned her name. when change comes, as it
inevitably must, people will have her name on their lips.
Nobody said you need to fall in love with your soulmate.
Soulmates were a thing nobody could fully explain or understand. Science was working to figure out why your world was all black and white until you met that one person to bring color in your life. Others tried to find out what exactly was defining soulmates. Most soulmates were romantically involved but here and there were stories about people just being friends with their soulmate and in relationships with other people.
No matter what, finding your soulmate was an exciting journey and once you found them society paid their tribute. Liam couldn’t count the times he had seen people suddenly rejoicing, hugging each other (sometimes crying) and other’s applauding them, congratulating the newly bonded soulmates.
Liam himself was thrilled about meeting his soulmate one day. He had hoped at some point it would be Hayden, first love and all, but no matter how long they had been together, the world stayed gray. Then Hayden moved away and Brett had come into Liam’s life again, only to find his soulmate later on and Liam staying behind once more. It was okay for him, Brett and he were great friends now, and Liam knew the chances of meeting your soulmate in high school were quite small but one could dream, right? Especially when you had a best friend who had found his soulmate in Corey and was teasing Liam about his color choices all the time since then. He loved Mason but one more comment about how the color of his jacket and shirt didn’t match and he would throw a fit.
I was raised in a very privileged environment, most of my friends are white, and even my boyfriend is white. I’ve dealt with my fair share of racism and sexual harassment but sometimes it’s hard because I sometimes don’t really feel black.
It sounds weird, like I’m saying I’ve been so privileged I forget I’m black, but that’s not what I mean. I’ve never fit in with black people. I’ve never felt like I belong. I’ve always been called an Oreo and my own mother calls me a ”wheat” girl. I once tried to express this and I was laughed at and told that I’ll never be white. I know that I’ll never be white, I don’t want to be.
I just want to feel like I belong somewhere, like I’m accepted for who I am and not told I’m acting white. I just want to be enough really.
Quidditch and liquorice wand kisses by Bellakitse ★ Summary: hogwarts!au; The first time Isak Valtersen meets Even Bech Næsheim the seven-year Ravenclaw chaser, it’s because the boy saves him from a bludger to the face.
Sunday 28-11-16 by Treehouse Summary: A continuation of the cuddly weekend Even spends at Isak’s place.
Made of Candy by Stria (Asia117) Summary: For Isak, it started with colours. (Or, Isak dyes his hair. Pink suits him.)
I uh... I may be an ignorant or something but... Why is it bad to be white? (Please don't be mad at me, also, I can't difference a lot of colors so, again, don't be mad at me ;-; I just want to understand)
The issue isn’t that it’s bad to be white (though there’s a lot of sociological factors that, when you start digging into, allow you to realize that Whiteness as a social construct is very damaging and has been and is still being used to do great harm in the world).
The issue more specifically here is that Wentworth Miller (who acts Leonard Snart) isn’t white. He’s biracial and mixed race. His heritage isn’t necessarily that simple once you start looking into it (from wikipedia: “his father is of African-American, Jamaican, German, and English ancestry; his mother is of Russian, French, Dutch, Syrian, and Lebanese ancestry”), and he’s been outspoken before about being a man of color.
Aka… not a white man.
I know the character has been “implied” to be white by the narrative because his sister and father are white, but most fans have tried to respect the actor’s actual heritage by writing him as mixed race in fan works and writing Leonard’s mother as a black woman. And the implication that he’s white is erasure from the show writers and also a shitty thing for them to do.
Building on that, it’s just… pretty racist to ignore his actual heritage and race to say he’s a white man, knowing he’s not. For a fan who genuinely doesn’t know that he’s not white, it’s not a huge deal if they screw up about it once. Then it’s just a matter of someone saying “oh actually he’s mixed race” and that fan going “oh okay, my bad” and fixing their mistake moving forward, maybe apologizing if necessary and looking some stuff up. But for the producer and a head writer of the show to erase his heritage is just a really shitty move.
Erica, how do you feel about Rick? That is, as a person.
Rick….Rick, Rick, Rick.
Well, first of all, I love him, just like the rest of you. He’s a fantastic, complex character. He’s incredibly flawed, though. Rick is a fucking asshole. He’s a grumpy, mean, nihilistic old man, and he uses people for his own gain, there’s no doubt about that. But…he’s also completely full of shit. His many walls are nothing more than a defense mechanism to protect himself from his own feelings. In his eyes, emotion is a weakness; it’s impractical, and has no place in science. Emotion, particularly love, clouds judgment, and if you love nothing, then you lose nothing.
For instance, in 2x03, we see how much he despises the word “human.” It’s mentioned twice, by both Jerry and Rick. Rick would like to think of himself as something separate. But by the episode’s closing, it’s clear that at the end of the day, no matter how much he tries to fight it, no matter how much it disgusts him, he’s nothing more than a human himself. Rick loves. He loves romantically, and he loves his family. And he hates himself for it. It’s fascinating and pitiful and powerful all at once.
He’s a great character because you can be mad at him, you can acknowledge how messed up he is, and still for some reason want him to win. And I think that’s because, as a person, he’s not black or white, but grey, just like the rest of us. We’re all both good and bad, light and dark, and none of us want to be given up on, no matter how shitty we feel about ourselves.
I think we’ve only just begun peeling back the many, many layers that make up Rick Sanchez. I’m excited to see where else we go with his character. And I think you guys are going to truly love season 3.
im fine with sugilite being unstable but like...why the hell is it a bad thing for steven, a young boy to enjoy his moms being a badass dragon lady mace babe?? Why does the show go out of its way to immediately tell us that sugilite is bad and not "strong?"
Short Answer: Racism
Long Answer: Because the writers are so incompetent at writing a decent for Pearl that they just ended up creating a narcissistic black character and went “she’s unlikable enough now”. they just assumed that sugilite pissing off Pearl for saying “make me” is enough of a justification to villainize and dislike her. As well as getting Steven hurt even though she was just tearing down a tower so ofc standing like 15 feet behind her isn’t a good idea. But whatever everything’s sugilite’s fault.
There’s like this weird ongoing problem where a black female character that’s loud and has a lot of personality deserves punishment and sugilite was our first example of it. Then we had bismuth. The whole message of of being “Strong In The Real Way” still falls flat because how exactly was Pearl strong in the real way compared to sugilite (who I guess was strong in… the fake way??)
It hints at Pearl being motivated by Steven made her strong in the real way but so… was sugilite? She liked Steven off the bat and even tried to impress him. He was so inspired by her that he strived to be just as a strong as her. Like watching it again and seeing how Pearl acted I sort of assumed this episode was going to be about how pettiness and the desire to impress everyone can hinder relationships with others because it was treated as a bad thing that Steven wanted to work out. Even though….. that’s important for him to get stronger…
And then ofc sugilite (like bismuth) gets mad due to a misunderstanding and no one makes an attempt to reason with her. I mean Pearl tries like once and then everyone just completely gives up on her, even garnet. It’s lazily using a black woman’s strong emotions for the sake of making her look bad and put white characters on a pedestal and it sucks.
One thing bothers me with the painting, it’s how we all noticed it straight away.
Like, forgive me but I don’t pay much attention to the set on my first watching, I’m slightly busier listening to what the characters are saying.
But, it’s like a Christmas tree, that’s where your eyes is drawn to whether you like it or not.
The character isn’t the center of the shot.
Slighly on the left, so that we have the skull perfectlly on sight.
Be honest, where is your eyes drawn to? Lestrade or that enormous white painting?
They decided to film it with a purpose, choosing when and how we were going to notice it.
Let’s see if we can find a pattern.
The Six Thatchers
The contrast is enormous when the first time we saw it was during ‘The Cardiac Arrest’:
It blends it with the decor. He’s there but it’s not too enormous.
But the more time passes however, the brighter it gets.
(white) skulls. There is a contrast in brightness I don’t think we can only
blame on light.
It’s not that there are ‘three differents paintings’, it’s the same and
someone is playing with the light that must come from behind.
The Lying Detective
The Lying Detective is the opposite.
Compare these (white) skulls. There is a contrast in brightness I don’t think we can only blame on light.
The thing is, the maroon skull was the ‘normal’ painting and white the one standing out in TST.
In TLD, the white skull is still obvious but not as much, it’s the new normal. The colors switch sometimes, like when he’s high but that’s not the strangest.
It starts with Faith and is blueish. And when it comes
to Culverton and Sherlock being high, it is a christmas tree, but
there are only two positions. Two positions and a pattern.
When he starts
loosing it and when he finally goes unconcious, the painting is maroon, when
he’s only talking about Culverton it is white. The contrast is obvious to us,
but there is a logic behind it.
It’s this picture that is disturbing.
Because we now have this black hole. There is no skull to find now, it’s just a black painting.
Can we also appreciate how John’s presence hides the painting? Thanks John. It’s a relief. For once I can actually listen to what you’re saying in peace (even if it’s white).
Now, unto the Final Problem
The Final Problem
Marroon, so far
so good. We can notice how they tried in many shots to hide the painting
though. Because, usually, we see it when there’s a client.
They don’t want us to look at the painting.
The story of Musgrave and Redbeard, maroon.
After a long time of ‘not showing you anything’, we get to the story of Sherrinford.
And then boom.
Much can be said about Sherlock’s chair and the rug, but the painting is absolutely fireproof.
This new painting brought us skull hell but that was done on purpose. We are forced to notice it. You can’t not see it.
We have a painting that is marron/red: I think that this is the original painting.
The more we sink in EMP, the more immsersed we get with the story/heart of the episode, light starts changing the skull’s appearance, making it look blue/white/very very white the deeper we go. Only when Sherlock isn’t present do we see complete blackness.
You know all about skull hell now. But did you know about lamp and smiley hell? The cursed place where the lamp keep spinning?
TLD, while, the painting is changing colours, we have this.
Alert. Madness alert.
Okay, this one is a painting and not real but still.