ATLAS: do not talk to me of the weight of the world, nor its people’s hearts. you know nothing of endurance. the heavens are heavy and my shoulders ache. i am tired.
APHRODITE: you think holding the earth is enough? you think you are close to them just because they rest on your back? you know nothing of their pain. do you even remember how tears taste?
ATLAS: i know pain. i know bruises that last centuries, bone deep and digging like claws, burrowing like worms through body structure-
APHRODITE: -you know standing still, rigid, a statue in body and soul alike / you know the exact weight of the human heart x 7 billion. you do not know how it feels to watch as they burn in place, how it feels to see them fall; down / in love / to their deaths.
ATLAS: i carry them in life and death. my dear, your hands are soft; they do not understand the strength it takes to balance oceans on knuckles and land against muscle.
APHRODITE: my hands are soft because they hold hearts as easily as you hold the world, and hearts, in their own way, are worlds. i know strength. better yet, i know how easily strength crumbles and i know how to guide through the breaking. do not equate soft with weak. they are not the same thing.
He didn’t ask, but Cassian rarely did, but she knew that
look meant he was curious. “I’ve only been reading for less than a year, every
so often a word trips me up and today I am just too lazy to go look it up.”
Cassian looked at her, with what she could best describe as
shock, “Tamlin taught you how to read?”
She couldn’t hold back her laughter, “Cauldron no, Rhys
He chuckled before he said, “You poor thing, did he make you
write those stupid sentences too? Those
were the worst. Rhysand is this, Rhysand is that, I wanted to kill him.”
In her best Rhys voice, “Rhysand
is the most cunning High Lord, or my all-time favorite, Rhysand is the best lover a female can ever
“Well Rhys has always been a prick, mine were more along the
lines of Rhysand is the best fighter.”
She shows him the word colonel.
“In all fairness that word does not follow any pronunciation
rules, it is pronounced kernel.”
At dinner that night Cassian couldn’t help himself, “Could
Rhysand the best lover a female could ever dream of, pass the potatoes?”
It’s You That I Hold Onto (Newt Scamander x Reader)
✩ prompt: a lovely anon message a few posts back :) includes a jelly reader and an overprotective thunderbird
✩ word count: a fair amount idk man
✩ warnings: so sweet u could possibly get a toothache :(
It’s You That I Hold Onto
It’s a typical Saturday evening in the Goldstein residence (plus a few), Queenie and Jacob waltzing to sleepy crackling records, dappled golden mid-winter light on the wallpaper, the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen.
Everything seems perfect to Y/N as she makes her way to the living room, her brilliant crimson skirt swishing rather gracefully about her waist, her hair (for once!) cooperating falling over her shoulders smoothly.
Queenie smiles at her, elegantly breaking away from Jacob to switch which record is playing, new music erupting from the golden phonograph.
“Would ya’ care to dance?” Jacob asks, giving her a rather sloppy grin and holding out his hand.
Y/N nods gleefully, enjoying the time with one of her best friends as the stout man spins her about the room, Queenie clapping to the music.
Newt’s eyes flick to the duo dancing gleefully through the living room, his gaze caught on the pretty woman in his arms. How that skirt shows off her hips-
He looks away immediately, blushing and mentally kicking himself for being “an absolute bloody creep.”
They say the Fair Folk give journalism majors a lot of grief.
Truths exposed in writing, forms cemented in photographs, stories stripped of flowery prose in favor of concise words. The Fair Folk generally looked down on journalism itself with disdain.
Which made one wonder who would choose to pursue this particular academic career at Elsewhere University.
Some reporters argue learning among the harshest critics on Earth would leave them more than prepared for life beyond the University. Some photographers believe this is the only place on earth to capture something truly extraordinary. Some designers heard even the programs here behave differently, and the words and photos laid out on a screen became something more on paper. Some simply hadn’t known any better.
Bernadette hadn’t known any better.
Elsewhere was affordable, the journalism program seemed decent enough. She liked writing, but did not enjoy chasing victims of the Fair Folk people down for interviews. She liked photography, but knew her writing skills were stronger. So she fell in an unlikely place, a copy editor for the student newspaper. Well, one of. There were many papers, and she’d nearly joined the most prominent one. But the students who worked for it all shared the same bright green eyes, and the rest of the University seemed to avoid that paper like the plague.
Still, she needed experience to graduate in this field, right? Maybe they got a group discount on colored contacts, who knows. People in college are weird like that.
An upperclassman had saved her from venturing too close to THAT paper. He realized she had no salt, no iron, no idea what she had enrolled into. But, like finding her niche, she adapted. Survived her first year without tragedy. (The same could not be said for Sherry from across the hall. One of the Fair Folk had complimented her eyes, and asked if she could have them. Sherry, who hadn’t known any better, jokingly said sure. It’s been months since anyone’s seen Sherry.)
For the most part, the Fair Folk did not venture close to the newsroom. The room itself had been smartly moved the moment time began to behave differently. It was now just a cramped, previously vacant classroom, but with lots of windows. Access to the outside world seemed to weaken the chance of a space being manipulated by time.
Or maybe that was a comforting lie.
It was a lazy Saturday, salt lines had been neglected and Bernadette was alone when one of the Fair Folk waltzed inside. Silver nitrate burns on her hands betrayed him immediately. His hair was was a dark, voracious black that seemed to leach color from the world around it. His razor-sharp smile held too many teeth. His skin seemed almost translucent.
“What are you working on?”
A voice that seemed to come from everywhere, and nowhere. Bernadette hadn’t given him more than a cursory glance before returning to the story on the screen. If she was afraid, she didn’t show it.
“Editing a story.”
“Chopping up pretty words in favor of boring ones?”
She smirked, adding punctuation to a sentence.
“I like to think of it as finding the best words. No sense in having a bunch of empty, meandering words when you can sum them up with one. For instance, I hate the word ‘very.’ It tells me there’s a better word, but the author hasn’t thought of it.”
The boy hummed at this, an unnerving sound, mulling it over.
“So what if I told you I find this veryboring?”
“I’d say I’m sorry you find it dull.”
His head tilted with mild interest. It then turned to sniff at her messenger bag, disgust showing at his inability to open it. She had always been particularly careful about her sigils and rowan. Bernadette hadn’t missed this display, tugging the bag out of arm’s reach before slipping a hand inside. Wordlessly, the boy was handed two sealed pads of butter. It was always good to have butter or cream on hand, in case you were taken. Some Fae found stealing humans more fun than actually keeping them and, in such a case, freedom could be easily bought.
The boy grinned, ripping off the seals and lapping it up like a ravenous dog, teeth razor sharp and dripping. All the while, Bernadette kept editing the story. When every last molecule of butter was gone, he tossed the packs over his shoulder, turning full attention back to her.
“What if I said I’m very tired?”
The boy threw his head back and laughed, sounding like a chorus of the damned, far too many sharpened teeth glinting in the afternoon sun.
“Perhaps this isn’t so dull. What’s your name?”
“Timmy,” Bernadette answered without skipping a beat. His grin widened.
“No, it’s not. I bet Timmy is that reporter you don’t like. You’d be very mean to give me his name.”
She grinned in return, not at all fazed he knew there was someone here she loathed. The Fair Folk always knew something about something.
“I can be devious sometimes.”
He laughed even harder, the room seeming to shake with the thunderous sound.
“What did Timmy do?”
“He’s a narcissist and a douchebag. Timmy encouraged one of our first-year photographers to capture Genevieve on camera for his story, and we haven’t seen the photographer since.”
The boy whistled, every gap of razor teeth producing a different tone. Her days of playing clarinet had long since passed, but she could have sworn every tone was sharp.
“Genevieve does not like cameras. But she loves names. Perhaps a trade…”
Four days later, Timmy vanished, and Bernadette opened her dorm room to find the photographer on her futon, paper white and shoveling ramen noodles like he hadn't eaten for week. Knowing how obscure time can be in Elsewhere, it definitely could have been a week. His hair now turns green on Tuesdays and bank holidays, but he’s otherwise no worse for wear. And his hands are always burned. Always.
Every once in a while, when the salt lines are neglected, the boy with many voices returns. He has new phrases for her to deconstruct every time.
Yeah I know this is going back, but a lot of things in this episode always bothered me, and hardly anyone ever seems to mention them.
One of the things I feel gets totally overlooked or brushed aside both within the episode itself and by fans,is that Amethyst was actively encouraging Peridot to make jabs at the other Gems. It started out as a single mildly frustrated comment about “permafusion” from Peridot and her venting about her lack of understanding, and probably wouldn’t have gone any further, but then Amethyst started egging her on.
Also don’t forget Amethyst found Peridot insulting the other Gems, including Steven really funny up until a negative comment was made about her. Then suddenly Peridot was wrong, being mean, and had to apologise to Amethyst and ONLY to Amethyst (Steven got made fun of too, and at Amethyst’s request "do Steven next!!“ ) .
Peridot at this stage was still new to Earth social skills and what is and isn’t acceptable behaviour on Earth , so I can understand why she was confused by Amethysts sudden angry reaction when she was doubled over laughing at similar comments made just moments before.
Don’t get me wrong, I like Amethyst, but I feel like she was being a total hypocrite here , and her own blame and behaviour was never, and has never, even been acknowledged, let alone addressed.
Yes, Peridot was wrong and needed to apologise, and to Steven as well, really, not just to Amethyst, but it wasn’t exactly unprovoked and Amethyst was in the wrong too.
I liked the episode overall, just not how all the blame was dumped on Peridot (who by her own admission was still learning, and did feel bad that she upset Amethyst even if she initially didn’t understand how) , yet Amethyst who encouraged her to throw insults around and so escalated the whole thing in the first place , was made out to be the poor innocent victim by everyone including Steven.
Also, getting away from Amethyst for a moment, the whole leash thing in this episode bothered me too.
I can understand why Garnet would find being asked to unfuse offensive, but Peridot didn’t, and at least tried to be polite in how she asked. Keep in mind that on Homeworld fusion is only done for practical reasons (officially anyway, the off colours prove some Gems break the rule, but its frowned on and they are severely punished if caught), and mostly that practical reason is fighting.
Peridot later reveals she understands and is fine with Opal because she can clearly see and understand the practical reason for them fusing. Peridot’s initial discomfort with Garnet was not her objecting to the romantic relationship but her feeling intimidated because, thanks to Homeworld mentality, she associated fusion with violence/fighting. She’s actually fine and very quickly accepting when Garnet actually takes the time to talk to her and explain why, and that their fusion is romantic in origin, and doesn’t say another word about it.
In fairness to Peridot if someone was hanging around me with a sharp knife drawn and I could see no rational practical reason as to why they needed it in context, I’d get uncomfortable and nervous too. Ok probably not the best metaphor, but you get the idea,
and Peridots are not trained or meant for combat in the first place. She was probably feeling especially vulnerable from the still quite recent loss of her limb enhancers too.
and all Garnet had to do was actually talk to Peridot about it. Instead Peridot was simply tied up and kept on a leash like some disobedient animal, which would be a completely humiliating and degrading punishment for anyone, and again, no one objects or questions it and she’s even left leashed for most of the episodes remainder.
Apart from Steven she’s also pretty much excluded from the group for the rest of the episode too.
This is also hypocrisy, because they are all expecting Peridot to empathise with and understand them and their viewpoint without taking the time or effort to extend the same courtesy to her.
The Gems got better in subsequent episodes, but I feel like their treatment of her in this episode especially was overly harsh and very unfair in general.
She was not going to instantly understand or magically just know all the new rules , and confusing her by teaching her the wrong behaviour (Amethyst) was completely unhelpful.
<sarcasm> But hey, it was all Peridots fault, and humiliation as a punishment is a great teaching tool… </sarcasm>
okay so we've all heard about the minyard-josten rivalry but what about a kandreil rivalry?? maybe it takes place after they go pro, and some of the exy fandom has ship wars about andreil vs neil x kevin vs kevin x andrew, even though everyone thinks they high key hate each other. imagine the fandom's + media's surprise when it eventually comes out that they're actually all dating each other and live together with two cats (how domestic)??
ok honestly,, two of my favourite things in aftg fandom are kandreil and the rivalry,,,,,, thank you sO MUCH FOR THIS (and I have to link this, because it’s is the only other kandreil rivalry post I’ve seen and it’s wonderful, so if you want more <3)
also this is gonna be super long. i got carried away. just a warning.
ok so despite the high profile nature of neil’s first year
and just… kevin in general…
no one really knows much about the relationships between the
foxes because honestly collegiate exy isn’t that closely followed
people know kevin endorsed neil initially, and they can find
out that andrew and kevin spent a lot of time together but that’s pretty much
it’s not until they’re all on pro teams that anyone starts
noticing or speculating
• pairing: min yoongi x reader , college! yoongi • genre/warnings: smut, future drama, future angst • words: 11,310 → summary: you meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?
I can basically recognize another gemini by whether or not I see them trying repeatedly to add something to the discussion and getting talked over by everyone else, followed by everyone else accusing them of monopolizing the conversation
& I, the observer, am the only one to say “bitch where?!”
Virgo and Scorpio are two signs that will make themselves quietly and uncomfortably unforgettable to you for a while. Virgo is a sign that sweetly, yet sacrificially serves. There is a bittersweet quality to Virgo that keeps you wondering if the bittersweetness will ever turn into something else more comfortable. Scorpio is a sign that powerful penetrates into the darkness, yet finds light in the darkest of places. There is a powerful quality to Scorpio that keeps on making you come back to the extremity of it all. Virgo can sometimes be associated with Chiron while Scorpio is associated with Pluto. Both celestial bodies are very secretive, yet powerful.
However, Libra, the sign that separates Virgo and Scorpio, is a sign that will attract you in a very obvious manner, yet will be quickly forgotten. Venus rules over Libra, and with Venus, there is a strong initial attraction. Libra is sweet and delightful, luring you in with kind words and fairness. There is balance, peace, and stunning visuals. However, with peace, there is no struggle, meaning that there is no substance to gain form it. With no substance, there is nothing worth remembering and with that, Libra can be easily forgotten. With comfort, there is shallowness, and with shallowness, there is insignificance.
Virgo and Scorpio are signs that don’t have to work so hard to keep themselves important. Libra, on the other hand, constantly tries to please others with the hopes that they will be remembered and loved. This is because Virgo and Scorpio are signs that deal memorable pain, while Libra is a sign that deals with forgettable indulgences.
Genesis kept that damned all-knowing smile on his face. Cloud’s chest was heaving as he kept his eyes on his “mentor”.
“Done?” Genesis asked. Cloud just glared.
“You seem to be forgetting that you are here on probation,” Genesis said, “poor dear and it’s only been a week.”
“I can’t handle you controlling every single second of my life,” Cloud said, “It’s-”
“Are you saying you can’t handle being a SOLDIER?” Genesis asked.
“No one could do what you are asking me to do,” Cloud said.
“Really?” Genesis continued, “Every Third Class can do all of those very simple tasks I’m asking of you.”
“Sure they can,” Cloud replied, “because there’s not an asshole leaning over their shoulder while they do it!” Genesis’s eyes flashed and his mouth opened. The door opened before he could speak.
“Commander Rhapsodos,” Angeal Hewley, “Third Class Strife. I could hear your…discussion across the hall.”
“Just a minor disagreement,” Genesis said, turning into the charming bastard he was to everyone else, “No need for you to worry.”
“I already am,” Angeal said, “Like I said, I overheard your disagreement…and I agree with Strife.” Cloud almost choked.
“I’m sorry?” Genesis said.
“You’re how old?” Angeal said, “15? 16? Genesis, he’s a kid. Adults need breaks, you’re not going to give a kid one?”
“I risked my own neck to get this…kid here in the first place,” Genesis started.
“Doesn’t matter,” Angeal said, “I probably wouldn’t blame him for starting the screaming match. Zack’s not much older…he’d probably kill something if I didn’t give him time to relax. Play around.”
“So what I should set up a play date with your puppy?” Genesis snapped.
“Why not?” Angeal said.
Genesis grabbed Cloud by his elbow and dragged him out at that point.
If Cloud thought the past week was probation, he was in a maximum security prison now. Genesis was waiting at the front desk of the ShinRa library. He was supposed to pick out a book, read it, and report back to Genesis for what it was about. He’d been sent back twice because Genesis disapproved.
He felt like he was going to cry. He never was that good at reading. School in Nibelhiem wasn’t that great…and he left early. He wanted to pick out stuff he could understand…not stuff Genesis liked.
“Psst,” Cloud looked up at a face peering at him from the other side of the the stack.
“Are you Cloud?” the young man asked. Cloud nodded warily.
“I’m Zack,” he said, “Angeal sent me. I’m supposed to break you out.”
“Why?” Cloud asked. Zack just shrugged with a grin.
“Angeal said you just needed to get out of here and have some fun,” Zack said, “perfect job for me.” Cloud carefully looked towards the exit, where Genesis was hovering, thinking of how deep in shit he would be in when he got back.
“I’m in,” Cloud said, “How do we do this?”
“Vents,” Zack said.
It took Genesis ten minutes to realize Cloud was gone. By then, Cloud was walking out the front door a free man.
thanks for your tags on the gwen araujo post. i know the history of gay/trans panic but i hadn't connected it to how it's used in (many many) fandoms, that is a very good point, thank you
Thanks, @whatdoesthistellyou. “Gay panic” gets so, so terribly misused in fandom. Even as many times as I’ve seen it used to mean “someone is panicking about realizing that they’re not straight,” it’s not something I’ve gotten used to.
To review (bc this is something I never feel like we can say too much):
The principle behind the defense is that learning that someone is gay or trans, and particularly men realizing that they might be attracted to a man or transwoman, is so very horrific that murder is an understandable and acceptable reaction.
“Gay panic” and “trans panic” are about as deeply homophobic, transphobic, cissexist, and horrific as it gets. They are the legal embodiment of the idea that gay and trans people’s lives don’t matter. They are the legal embodiment of the idea that being LBGTQ is repulsive and disgusting - so much so that someone might be legally justified in stamping out the existence of gay and trans people.
When people use the terms “gay panic” or “trans panic” in shipping lgbtq characters to refer to a moment of difficult realization, they are, in fact, evoking a horrific history of homophobic abuse of LGBTQ people.
If you can know what “gay panic” and “trans panic” mean, what they are, what they do, and still use them for your lighthearted shipping fun, it is perhaps time for a long, hard look in the mirror.