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like, i know that the world is in a scary place rn. and im scared like everyone, but im also in awe of the world and im fascinated to see what the future brings. my dad once compared this era to the industrial era (at least the american industrial era of like the 1900s and 1910s). like we look back adn we can see the terrible shit that happened in factories. but it happens time and again like this. technology leaps ahead of society and society is left to scramble to play catch-up. it leads to political and social strife, conflicts between generations, all the stuff we see today. but then we can look to the past and say “they made it through, this has all happened before. something good can come of this if we make it that way. this isnt just these terrible times, this is clay we can mold”

and i know that that doenst take away the fear and anger that people have. people on all sides have it, even if a lot of people respond to their fear and anger in hurtful and awful ways. im not apologizing for them. its terribly what theyre doing. but i feel like everyone on this planet rn is feeling the fear and anger and uncertainty. technology has advanced so much, and everything is changing. for some people this change looks to them like theyre losing a way of life. for others it gives them the chance to realize that they arent as alone as they thought, a chance to make a positive difference in the world and to carve out a space where they can feel accepted.

the world is changing, and while we cant just lie back and let things happen, this isnt the first time that this /has/ happened. we can make it through. humans are nothing if not resilient, history has proven that. we will find a way. and just imagine what the future could bring when we do.

its this kind of thing that makes me excited to be alive in these times, even as scary as they are. someday theres gonna be a new generation of people out there, and theyre gonna look to us and say “you were there when the world changed, what was it like? what did you do? what did you see?” and i hope to hell i have a good answer for them. i hope to hell that they see what comes out of this as a positive change. that they see that we saw the world afraid and angry and uncertain and alone, and we reached out a hand and helped each other and built something better out of it. 

anonymous asked:

so I've been reading your metas these past months and.... you sure talk shit a lot about other characters and trying so hard to make people understand or care about Ui, weren't you? is this out of spite? why don't you talk more about Ui's flaws?

I’m sorry if I sound slightly rude, and I will try to answer your question in a moment but please let me clarify something first. 

Number 1) It’s not talking shit, it’s talking about their flaws. I’ve said in the past, what makes a character interesting are their flaws and how the plot comes up with consequences for those flaws so that the character can realize overcome them. Most of the characters I talk about their flaws I genuinely believe that they are going to at some point during Tokyo Ghoul overcome those flaws. However, if I stopped to go “Sure, Kaneki has his flaws but here are the good things about him-” every single time I talked critically about his character it would dilute my point. 

Number 2) I’ve talked about Ui’s flaws in the past, I’m not sure what you are talking about. My last post about him, I called him a sith lord, and compared him to Anakin Skywalker. That’s not a compliment? I compared his actions to Anakin’s Skywalker’s ability to justify murdering younglings?? 

Here’s also some previous criticisms I gave about him.

Despite being introduced as the Hope of the CCG, all Ui has done so far is fail.

Ui has one of the most pronounced dehumanizing view of ghoul’s in the manga, and there’s no specific reason for it. None of his family members were taken by ghouls, like Mado, and he himself was never personally traumatized by them like Amon and Suzuya. If anything I would say his lack of empathy comes from his need for identity. There’s no better way to define yourself then to define what is not yourself, or what is ‘other’ in this case. Ghoul’s being emotionless monsters also conveniently slips into what Ui wants to perceive them as, in his narrative of Heroes of Justice. After all, a good hero, a good knight, needs a villain to fight against and take down.

Notice however, that Kijima’s plan to torture a ghoul and put it on the internet to call out a member of Rose, which is illegal and also inhumane and dirties the name of his CCG and his hero fantasy, is met with much less resistance than Sasaki’s plan to simply pretend to be ghouls and spy on them to gain information. Ui doesn’t even use his official capacity to punish Kijima or stop the plan in motion, he only shows his disapproval. That probably was because Sasaki was a ghoul, though.

The Ui shown in Re after becoming a squad leader is much more individualistic. On two occasions, in disapproving the mask operation and telling Sasaki to go to the roof we’re shown that Ui lets things like rank and advancement factor into his decisions more than thinking for the good of the whole group. He individually worries after becoming a special class, that someone like Haise will be promoted too fast, or reach his ranks. 

If you want a quick summary of Ui’s flaws though, here you go.

1) He’s a mass murderer of Ghouls
2) He has no empathy for the ghouls that he murders, the only time he comes close to showing any is when the actions of other humans against ghouls conflict with his idealistic view of a “Hero of Justice”
3) This basically makes him a person inserting a childish fantasy onto what is a life or death conflict and also getting upset when reality conflicts this fantasy.
4) Ui is bitter, and jealous in his behaviors. He gets jealous at Sasaki, not only for getting Arima’s attention, but also for being a ghoul that gets Arima’s attention.
5) Ui cares way too much about rank and advancement, to the point where he never appreciated his relationships with Hairu, Sasaki, Take, or Arima because he was only ever thinking about rank and work at the time. The suffering he feels now he completely brought on himself for not appreciating what he had when it was there.
6) Ui Koori smokes too much and it makes him terrible at climbing stairs. Part of the reason Hairu died, and Haise got his memories back was because Ui took an eternity on those goddamn stairs. (This is a joke)
7) Ui is physically rude to those around him. There’s no doubt in my mind that he deeply cared about Hairu, he’s willing to sell out everything for the chance to bring her back but this is how he referred to her when she was around.

8) Ui Koori compromised on all of his ideals of justice in about 10 seconds. All Furuta needed to do was offer him the possibility that Hairu might be revived and Ui is already wearing all black and standing on a pile of corpses. 
11) Ui Koori is objectifying Hairu in his actions. He’s treating her death like a great tragedy to himself, somebody that he needs to save, and also doing a bunch of things that she likely would not want in her name, and reviving her without her consent. 

These are just some of them, if you ever want me to clarify more about what I think of a character feel free to ask anon. 

anonymous asked:

I'm afraid someone's going to hurt me, considering how my past has gone. Everyone keeps telling me they won't hurt me, but i can't believe them no matter how hard i try. I shouldn't be bothering you about this, but i feel like there's no where else to turn. Like just this morning, i couldn't find something, but my friend found it and i was looking for a solid 20 minutes. and when she found it she held it up, and i said "PLEASE don't throw it at me" and she shook her head, "i wasn't going to?"

It’s completely understandable why you’d be afraid of that, considering that you’ve gone through some hard times in the past. Trauma is a hard thing to overcome, but it can be done, so please keep that in mind in case you ever start to feel hopeless.

I obviously do not know your past and what you have been through, but what I found is that that fear…kind of stays with you for a long time, but there will be some people that are so easy to trust and believe when they say they wont hurt you. It’s okay to let those walls down when you feel safe around someone, and it’s okay to be nervous. You’ll meet people that wouldn’t dream of hurting you, I promise. They just take a bit of time to find, that’s all.

This is kind of a random thought I just had but I want to say it anyway because I honestly wish I had someone tell this to me: if anyone gets upset with you for how you react, or for being afraid…They’re not worth your time, and you deserve so much better than that.

If you need me, message me okay? I send you positive vibes <3

Remember| Part TWO

Kol x OC(Emma Salvatore)

Part ONE 

Summary: Emma Salvatore was 16 when she died 1865. Now over 100 years later she woke up with no memories of her last living year and her boyfriend Kol Mikaelson but what happened in the past and what is going to happen now when she wakes up?

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I was scared. I felt how the air ran out and my whole body was shaking. I was locked away in a casket and I had no idea what happened that this huge mistake could have happened. Was I dead? Someone had to thought this, otherwise why should I have been here? Ok, I just need to calm down for now. If I still panicked, I would just went crazy and I need to think about how  to escape out of here. When they buried me, I was in our family vault. The good thing was my casket wasn’t somewhere underground, it was just unter a big stone slab. Good, there was nothing better about this fact.

 I tried to remember about what happened, how I just got in such a terrible situation but I had no idea. The last thing I remembered was this day with Stefan and then there were nothing. Did I die this day? What happened? This lack of knowledge made me go mad and I felt how tears felt over my face down to my neck and hair line. My family thought I was dead and now I would die, trapped in this box. 

When I thought it was over and I would die now, suddenly I heard a loud noise and before I realized what happened, the lid of my casket was taken away and I closed my eyes, when the lightness was dazzling my eyes.

“Hello?,” I asked confused and a little bit scared, when I sit up and tried to open my eyes again, but no one was in the small vault. I was all alone and just the stone slab laid broken at the ground.

“Is anyone here?,” I asked insecurely and tried to stand up, where my knees were shaking and I felt to the cold ground. I just  wore a white dress, which looked banged up and I wondered who helped me out of this grave but here wasn’t anyone and who was strong enough to broke this stone slab? Again I tried to stand up and finally managed it not to fell to the ground again, when I left the vault and looked scared to the cemetery. The sun was about to going down and I knew I have to went home. I needed to tell my family I was alive, that everything was ok now, so I started to walk a small path away from the cemetery, through the woods. I knew almost every path in these woods and so it was an easy way finding home, but I wondered how long I laid in this grave? The path looked different since the last time I was here and so I looked to my hands but they looked normal, not covered with wrinkles or something. I was glad when I reached the place where my house would have been but I stopped and stopped as well breathing, when I saw the ruins. My house was gone. There, where this big white house was standing, with the garden full of roses, now there was nothing more than ruins. It was destroyed.

“Oh my god,” I breathed shattered and had no idea what I should do now. Tears were filling my eyes and all  I thought was that this has to be a dream. I was dreaming a cruel nightmare, otherwise I couldn’t explain all of this. But if this was a dream it was a very realistic one and it seemed like I couldn’t woke up. When my house was gone and my family too, I needed to find them. They have to be somewhere else and I needed to see them again and tell them that I was alive.


That was why I walked to the midtown, where I definitely thought I went mad. The carriages in this time didn’t need horses anymore, the people wore strange clothes and most of the buildings looked completely different here. It was scary and helpless I just stood in a little park, not knowing what to do. It was cold, my dress was dirty and the passersby looked at me like I was a bloody ghost or something.

“Excuse me, are you ok?” Scared I looked to the woman in front of me. She had short blond hair and wore a uniform, which was strange.

“N-no,” I answered honestly, “I have no idea where I have to go.” And again I started to cry. The woman seemed surprised of my reaction, but hasty she gave me her coat because I was freezing and looked over me with a worried look.

“What is you name, maybe I can help you?”

“I don’t think so but I am Emma Salvatore,” I answered sobbing and her eyes widened when I said this.

“Salvatore… I guess I can really help you.”

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Kol

Bored I sat on this bloody chair and asked myself why I just said yes. Why was I so stupid and said yes to my sister, when she asked me to help her finding a new fucking dress.

“Rebekah, I’ve been dead for ages and just because of you I’m dying here again,” I said bugged and she walked out of the fitting room.

“You said you would be nice to me,” she complained and I rolled my eyes.

“I’ve never said something like this, so come on!”

“How do I look like?”

“Not as nice looking as me, but good enough,” I answered with a smirk and she sighed angry.

“You make me go mad,” she hissed and I laughed because of her reaction, followed her out of the shop.

“You deserve it!”
“Kol…,” she sighed frustrated and I started shaking my head, when she tried to apologize again. It was her fault I was daggered for all this time and I won’t forgive her, even if it seems like that.

“Oh no, 100 years, Rebekah!”

“I am sorry but you weren’t guilt-free! You killed too many people, you’ve lost your fucking mind because of…”
“Don’t you dare saying her name!”, I shouted loudly, so other people were looking scared to us.

“So now you are going to act like she had never existed?”

“If it could be that easy,” I mumbled and walked away.

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I hope you liked it. If you wanna be tagged let me know. Gif is not mine xx

people who are photogenic really don’t understand what kind of privilege they have like,,,,,they could literally be scratching their ass and wearing an oversized t-shirt w a mustard stain on it and it still looks like a candid piece of art,,,,meanwhile im dressed to the nines in my best outfit with my hair and makeup done and as soon as someone puts anything close to a camera in front of my face it’s like,,, one of my eye half closes while the other completely dilates. my mouth half opens between a smile and frown (a smown). my head rotates to an unnatural angle that my body doesn’t follow ,,, i lose complete control of my hand and make a peace sign,,,,,,Cursed

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some doodles and stuff based on @lumorie‘s hercules au bc i just really love the au ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

Witchy PSA: Eclectic Witchcraft

Gentle reminder that “eclectic” does not mean: “Steals from closed cultures and disrespects and appropriates other religions.” 

Eclectic does mean: “Deriving ideas, style, or taste from a broad and diverse range of sources.”

You can get your information from multiple sources without over stepping and stealing from closed cultures. 

@ lesbians who used to ID as bi: you’re good and you’re not reinforcing any biphobic ideologies about bi people “finally choosing a side” or “really just being gay”

@ bi girls who use to ID as lesbians: you’re good and you’re not reinforcing any lesbophobic stereotypes about lesbians “being closed-minded” or “actually being attracted to men”

Figuring yourself out is incredibly difficult and learning new things about yourself and your identity are never a bad thing. I’m proud of you for your journey and your self-discoveries, and I want you to know that you are a good person who deserves love, acceptance, and happiness

Sorry for my inactivity recently!! i have no excuse but anyway happy valentines day!!! my artist followers consider participating along with this mysme valentines week! (also consider this crazy competition)

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This is Ravus.

He and Noctis have some issues they need to work out.

(Previously on ‘This is Ravus’)

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mccree’s filling his flirting quota before going on a mission with reyes