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kenandeliza · 3 months

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A Marvel Family Fantasy AU

A few days ago, I randomly dreamt of Drawing Billy and Tawny in a fantasy setting.

Billy was this kid wizard and Tawny was his companion (or an animal to ride on like a horse)

Then it got me thinking, maybe in this setting, Mary could be someone of high status in this fantasy setting (since she's in a rich family in the golden age comics)

I'm inclined to think Freddy would be a captain of a ship for irony-sake but I have a feeling pirates and fantasy settings don't match well?

It's just funny for me to think of him with a peg leg xD

After further discussion with @the-brash-spud :

Warning: Too many text :>

These are the ideas we have so far (if there are quotation marks, those ideas belonged to @the-brash-spud ):

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Maybe Billy and Mary were prince and princess separated by birth, (i'm not sure if its a kidnapping or the baby got lost on his own) but the wizard founded billy and trained him.

At the ripe age of (insert young age below a teenager's), The wizard decided to grant him the power of shazam to turn him into the world's mightiest Wizard!

Captain Marvel!

Wizard dies and then Billy and Tawny have adventures together, maybe helping people along the way (maybe somehow found out that Mary is his sister :p idk)

“ I think you could go angst if you made the wizard get brutally hurt in a battle to protect Billy and the rock of eternity so in a last ditch effort he transports the rock to its own pocket of existence and then giving Billy powers of shazam because its as ready as he'll be able to make the kid :) and it's his last effort for Billy to be protected even if he has to do so himself because he has failed :)) made Billy cry as Wizard turns into dust in Billy’s hands :)))”

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Uncle marvel can be a con-man/thief who took pity on Billy or realiz, teaching Billy that the world isn't always honest and he's like, "Billy, don't always give money to the poor on the streets, sometimes they faked their illness to be lazy”

" Billy: "The man in the shadowy corner needs my help."

Uncle: "No, the hell he doesn't!”"

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How Billy Met Freddy

Billy probably met Freddy in a bar fight. How did the kid get into a bar?

Billy looked at the man exiting the pub with a bottle.

Billy: Ohh! So this is where you get refreshments here! I wonder If they have enough Milk for Tawny..

Pub sign written NO KIDS ALLOWED!"

*Billy can only read magic scrolls and not regular alphabet*

Cue him meeting Freddy (who's armwrestling with one of the people there)

(Insert Bar fight for some reason because The child decided to drink a white cocktail thinking it was milk and the fact that Billy is a Kid)

“Freddie is definitely that kid having his ass thrown out of the bar/pub/inn”

I'd like to think he and his brother are a team, prolly sailed a ship together.

“Yes, they target slave ships. Unless you wanna go different routes. Then, he is focused on certain nations' flags that have a whole lot of red in them

Also, he goes to the bars just to start bar fights over drunks being mean/nasty to the landlady. The landlady doesn't appreciate it bc now she has a broken table and four broken chairs”

Freddy faces the Captain Nazi equivalent of a pirate [Captain Arian? Like Aryan?] XD, Freddy lost his leg the same way, from his encounter with Captain Arian.

Kit (probably a necromancer or a ghost who's cursed to be bound in the ship Freddy's in, making Freddy more attached to the ship) can still summon crewmembers.

Maybe they both meet mary during the birthday ceremony parade

Maybe Mary snuck off from her family (disguise herself as a regular girl, i know, generic plot) and then meet Billy accidentally

Billy: It's my birthday today!

Mary: What a coincidence! It's mine too!

The-brash-spud: “Billy, in his innocence, thinks ,"There must be something to us sharing birthdays!" While Freddy calls him stupid, Billy tries to get a look at the princes and then cue the lung-fu panda rocket incident, but maybe something else more fitting with Freddy being pulled along”

On an unrelated note, i think Billy knew about Freddy's peg legafter either a pirate slashed it clean and Freddy just used it to bonk his head.

Billy is still screaming from the shock and immediately casted healing spells (i'd like to think everything about billy is lightning based- so yes getting struck by lightning is a healing spell for him :D) Freddy got shocked lmao

And what about boarding Tawny on the ship?

Billy:"Please???"

Freddy: "I'm not letting a tiger into my ship."

Kit who absolutely adores animals: "YES"

Freddy:"NO!”

Kit:" Does he love belly rubs??"

Billy:" yes but you have to ask him politely for his permission-”

Freddy rolled his eyes, realizing he has to clean cat fur everyday off from the furnitures.

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How did Mary, a royalty tag along with a kid wizard and a pirate?

“Yeah, I guess forced separation would work better. Hell, go with a scenario that will allow them to have Mary with the parents' blessings as long as she's kept safe (she isn't, but that's because she is the danger herself)”

Mary and Billy: "Yay adventure"

Freddy: "Oh great, now I have to take care of two kids and a tiger in my ship!?"

*Freddy looking at Kit and the kids + a tiger playing together, kit seems happy*

Freddy: "...i guess it's alright..”

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How Freddy and Mary found out about the wizard?

“Hmmmm, maybe Billy takes them to the rock because they were in a pickle, and unforeseen effects happen?

They got surrounded maybe?

Also I can see the aftermath

"You were raised by THE Wizard!? THE Wizard?! A Wizard of legends so often told he is recognisable even if his name was lost?!"

"Oh, his name is Shazam-" *BANG*”

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Hopefully i could draw these AU ideas, I don't plan on making this into a story, i just like the concept that my dream gave my a few days ago and I’m just expanding it. Sorry for too many text xD

I don't mind if you want to add something to this silly lil AU, It's just a fun thing for me to do :p

#dc comics #captain marvel #scenario #scenarios #billy batson #freddy freeman #mary batson #shazam #fantasy au #fantasy #pirate au #kd rambles #kenandeliza's art #shazam au #shazam fantasy au #captain marvel fantasy au

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momo-de-avis · 2 years

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I am eternally amazed at how sensitive the portuguese are at the subject of colonialism. The idea that we practised some sort of soft colonialism is so ingrained in our minds people will be fighting for their lives to defend this idea (which, btw, is still a remnant of Salazar's propaganda). Brazil's colonialism is such a hyper sensitive topic you can see the vein popping on the neck of the average Zé when someone even lightly mentions accountability. I dead ass remember my 7th grade teacher telling our class that Brazil's colonialism consisted of "jesuit priests playing music, which enticed the natives" and that was it (flutes too, to be precise, for some fucking reason) and everyone has just blindly believed this and refused to accept the actual horrible history we're a part of. Portuguese people will be fighting for their lives on technicalities. Say "The portuguese invented the slave trade" and Salvador over there will jump from under the table to explain that akshually african people were the ones to sell their own people as slaves!!! And askhually, slavery goes back for centuries!! You know what they mean, you know what needs to be discussed here, but my boy Salvador is on a mission. He doesn't even care that he's regurgitating fascist propaganda that was entirely built on ahistorical facts that specifically sought to promote colonialism and imperialism as a progressive idea, no, none of that matters. It matters that we are miserable people who will perpetually long for the past, look back on something utterly atrocious and willingly ignore the brutality of it, because we cannot come to terms with the fact that today we live in a country that's ripe with corruption, unlivable wages and high cost of living; we cannot come to terms with the fact that we did all this colonialism just to be a poor fucking country that's being exploited by digital nomads; in fact, we just cannot tolerate the idea that we're just a summer resort for americans and brits and have absolutely no economical relevance in the world, not even cultural, but hey, cultural meaning can be invented. So we look back, we wail and cry and look back at these centuries when we pillaged, enslaved and destroyed because at least we meant something, because we once divided the world in two with Spain, that's how big our balls were once, and because once people knew who we were, they our name beyond the one football player. We purposefully disregard the horrid shit. We coast through life without ever, ever acknowledging it ever existed. We're taught in school colonialism was soft core at best, tell some bullshit about some priests with flutes and be done with it, and then when someone finally confronts us for our history, on god, we'll be fighting with everything we have to prove to you that our colonialism was just fine, and we, white men of the 16th century, showed these countries the meaning of civilisation! Orgulhosamente sós, am i right bitches

#i love my country #but i just cannot identify with the portuguese people #I'm fed up with this shit #and i feel i have a responsibility as a tour guide #i dont actually talk about colonialism bc there's no time #we don't even talk about the discoveries #well okay we di briefly but it's because of the codfish actually #but if someone asks I'll answer #and i don't hold back #this is just so fucking stupid #i follow creators that talk about this #and I'll be watching an educational video and learning #and you open the comments #and there's santiago thinking he is a modern day afonso henriques #defending colonialism like this was 16th century #hell there's people out there who are proud of the fact that columbus married a PT woman #and was here before he went to isabella #my guy John II was genuinely a harsh even cruel man #and he even he told Columbus to pound sand!!!!! why do you want to claim him tf!!!!!#sorry for the rqnt #rant

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elioelioeliooo · 2 years

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The problem with the Wheelers is that they hear their hearts. They want to be themselves but they don't want to be vulnerable to society. Nancy feels soft and feminine around Steve, and that's normal for her. With Jonathan she feels like herself. Something that makes her stronger as a person. She strives for her dreams side by side with her partner and lover all in one. But who is Jonathan Byers in Hawkins? A regular weirdo, and penniless, and every cent is hard-won.

Mike feels like an eternal guardian beside El. A masculine figure who will keep her safe. And he desperately turns a blind eye to the fact that she has done just fine on her own all her life without his help.

Mike feels like himself beside Will. He doesn't have to run away from himself, run back in time or think ahead. He exists with Will in the here and now. They could be playing D&D one minute, and the next minute discussing a plan to save the world. And he doesn't have to blame himself for the inner weakness he is so afraid to show to El. But who is Will Byers? His best friend, the guy, and this is the 80's. What can we talk about?

The problem with the Wheelers is that they hear their hearts but it's also the fear that speaks in them.

That's why the Duffers draw this parallel between the two triangles.

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #jancy true #stancy #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #jancy

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gothicprep · 2 years

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this is probably a nuclear take, but i genuinely believe that disinformative fear-mongering about things that are germane to women's safety does a hell of a lot more damage than a lot of things that we typically talk about when misogyny pops up. maybe i'm being a bit dramatic about it, but the fear it stokes never produces any good results. & i don't think it's outrageous to connect this to phenomena like "pastel qanon" – you could make a very convincing case that this is the bedrock for these sorts of things, because this specific type of disinformation has a really long history.

if i can think of one teenage experience that always used to bother me, it would be getting sent those stories about fake cop cars and human traffickers at sears and illegitimate perfume sales in parking lots by my mom, googling the thing the story is talking about to see if it's real, and then replying to her with the snopes article saying it was fake with "stop sending me stuff like this". and she'd reply with something about her "just looking out for [me]", and i'd quip back with "how is this helpful?" – these conversations never went well. but, like, some of these hoaxes are more than 20 years old, and they get repackaged, and recycled uncritically time after time. before trump's "fake news" entered the dialogue, this was the fake news, and it was always framed as a women's public service announcement.

discussing this in the contemporary era presents a challenge in that there's friction between this very real problem, and how discussing it can come off as dismissive amidst pop-feminist mantras that insist on giving stories involving this sort of subject matter the benefit of the doubt. it's a broad and complicated question – how do we look at the "believe women" philosophy, but in a way that controls for the dishonesty we all know exists? – and i think a good place to start with brainstorming answers is in analyzing this epidemic. but what's odd about it is that i haven't seen any editorial, study, profile, anything, that focuses on this. i searched "internet hoaxes women's safety" to make sure it wasn't a situation of "this happens and you missed it" – the results all were about sweetheart scams and one study concerning disinformation about feminism specifically. not this. it's strange to me.

but something about fake stories that are designed to make women feel unsafe all the time, no mercy, no bathroom breaks – it's so nefarious to me. best case scenario for internalizing this stuff is irrational edginess that you don't even know is irrational, worst case scenario is becoming a conspiracy theorist. both require pushing you down to something worse out of threat. subduction. an invisible gun to your head. the cycle continues when someone really effected by this stuff shares their own viral story because someone was acting kind of weird at target. women manipulating other women while not at all knowing they're being manipulative. it's endless. it's exhausting. it's predatory. by the time a fact checker gets around to debunking this shit, it's been spread to countless people and the damage is already done.

if i were more donkey brained, i'd speculate that there's a shady back-room of assholes who concluded that the most effective way to control women was to manipulate them into enforcing control amongst themselves or one another. in reality, it's a thing lurching on out of pure cultural inertia, and tiktok is a new tinderbox for the eternal flame to rip through. doesn't mean it bothers me any less.

#inb4 i know subduction is a geology term but it feels spiritually correct as a metaphor

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myselftalkingtomyself · 9 months

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How to start eternity?

this gif is not mine, all the credits to the owner.

Aziraphale x Crowley

summary: The passion that Aziraphale and Crowley had for each other finally breaks between the two, but both don't know how to start this new phase of their relationship.

WordCount: 1025

The Bentley parked in front of the bookshop. Aziraphale was the first to leave the car and go to the entrance of his shop. Crowley got out of his Bentley to follow the angel inside. His walk was strange, no rush and loose, but tense and careful. Similar to a person walking over a tightrope. The demon was like this since they left the shop. After Metatron came to pick up the angels to discuss the problems Gabriel created up there, Aziraphale suggested they go to the Ritzs for lunch, to celebrate that everything ended alright, even with a happy couple. Aziraphale started to talk about what happened in the morning, Gabriel and Beelzebub and how it happened. It was some kind of way to discover Crowley’s thoughts about it. What is his opinion over Gabriel now? And Beelzebub who gave up the highest positions in Hell to live eternal life with an angel? Only silence or short comments in response. Aziraphale concluded that the love story between an angel and a demon doesn't touch Crowley’s heart like it touches his. And it disturbs the angel. How could he not feel anything about it?

They are now both inside the bookshop. Aziraphale was standing next to his table, ready to sit down, work or pretend to work while trying the whole time to hide his disappointment until Crowley leaves. He knew Crowley was standing there with the door behind him. The angel felt Crowley’s steps coming slowly in his direction, stopping in the middle of the room. Aziraphale turns around to stare at him. His best friend for so long. Crowley was just there breathing heavily and paralyzed, lifting his head up.

“Crowley, are you alright?” The demon took his glasses off and threw them on Aziraphale’s armchair.

“Right. I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say, I think I’d better say it now”. Crowley said turning and walking agitated through the space.

“Okay.” Aziraphale responded. “Right, okay yes, so…” Crowley started taking a deep breath again and sighed.

“We’ve been on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We’re a team, a group. Group of the two of us. And we’ve spent our existence pretending that we aren't. I mean, the last few years, not really.” The demon looked at the angel expecting some reaction to his words, Aziraphale was the most intelligent being Crowley knew, should be connected to the dots. However, he was just there, frozen.

“And I would like to spend…” Crowley stopped himself and cleaned his throat, as if the end of his sentence was forbidden. If it were in another situation, it could be funny to see a demon avoid saying something forbidden, but what could be so wrong to avoid saying it?

“I mean, if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us. We don’t need Heaven, we don’t need Hell, they’re toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us. We could be…us. You and me, what do you say?”

“Crowley, you…you are implying what I think you are-, what exactly are you implying?”

Crowley was petrified looking at Aziraphale. First he closed his mouth, gulped and sighed once more.

“You idiot.” Said the demon before running in Aziraphale’s direction. For a moment, the angel thought Crowley was furious with him, his hands grabbed Aziraphale's shirt collar and it already happened before. This time, their noses aren't the only thing separating them. In fact nothing was between the two, Crowley’s lips collided with Aziraphale’s right away. An impact just like the explosions Crowley used to create his gorgeous nebulae. In that distant past, Aziraphale used to visit Crowley's work in admiration.

The moment was a massive dark hole now, Aziraphale was held on to Crowley’s shoulders; Crowley let go of his shirt collar and slid his hands to Aziraphale’s face. Time did not pass anymore, the kiss was now forever. After a while, their faces parted.

The angel and the demon stared shocked at each other. Aziraphale’s hands were in Crowley’s arms and Crowley had part of his fingers into Aziraphale's hair while he was holding his face. “Okay then.” “Right.” said both, let go of the other.

“I will go do something…” Aziraphale pointed to the stairs “Yes, I have something to do too…” Crowley indicated the door.

The next morning, when Aziraphale opened the shop, the kiss was still playing in his mind. And now what he does? 6000 years and all he wanted to do was to be with Crowley forever, but he doesn't know how it start without seeming weird. He hid his “pash” on Crowley for so long that it seemed impossible it would come true. He sat down in his armchair and felt something touch his low back. It was Crowley’s sunglasses. He never forget his sunglasses. The little bell on the door announced someone had arrived and Aziraphale already knew who could be. Crowley entered and stood in the same place he was in the day before. Aziraphale felt anxious.

“I…I came here because I forgot my sunglasses.” The angel looked at him and then to the glasses in his hand. “Oh, yes, of course. I just found it. Here.” Aziraphale reached out and Crowley moved closer to take the glasses from his hands. The both were holding it in the air looking at each other while their fingers occasionally brushed. Aziraphale was the first one to break eye contact and let go of the sunglasses. The demon analyzed it, but was thinking about something else. “Actually, I also came here to-” he cleaned his throat “to invite you to a date, a dinner tonight.” Upon hearing the invitation, Aziraphale involuntarily opened the widest smile of his existence. “Sure! I would love to!” “Alright. I, um, I will come pick you up by 7.”

“Right. See you tonight then!” The angel waved at the demon, who contained his smile in a smirk until he left the bookshop.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #go2 #good omens crowley #good omens aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #aziracrow

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disproportionatelysculpting · 1 year

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Have you ever had a relationship with GOD/YHWH? Have you asked HIM things, for help/understanding?

What is stopping you from pursuing a life w/ someone WHO will never leave you and has your best at heart?

𝗔𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱: 'If you do not know where you want to go, then it doesn't matter which path you take.'

I'm always saying I don't know what is happening or why I'm feeling despondent

— so I agree we don't know how to live.

We're all unique snowflakes, but I think divorce & drugs and alcohol exists so we can try to calm down from all the anger and rage we feel when 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 — or the way we want to be treated or remembered.

1.] If 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿, Hell is basic entry level for everyone, &

2.] If GOD sent HIS SON to die on the cross in our place to avoid this Hell and lead us thru life by HIS HOLY SPIRIT; &

3.] HE says there is only 1-way forward & JESUS is the way/truth/life, that no one comes to the FATHER except thru JESUS. [John 14:6]

Why would we ever avoid HIS easy yoke? Why wouldn't we ask HIM in to show us the way?

We clearly don't have life/truth/way to GOD, unless we accept JESUS, & life/death begins forever after we're ejected from earth.

I wonder if you were to die in your sleep suddenly: Are you ready to be drop-kicked into eternity?

Case in point...

Rose you say you think about your mentor Albert a lot that he passed away suddenly [5:37] maybe that's the take away lesson here:

In the Bible it says there was a rich man who had so much money/wealth that he was thinking to himself he had more than enough to retire & live at ease for the rest of his life.

The problem was,

Luke 12:20 | ²⁰ But GOD said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life will be required of you. Then who will own what you have accumulated?’

this is gonna be long, cause i have been wanting to write over this for a while*deep breathes*

lets start from 1st fact that I, am NOT Christian or into it by any means, I am a HINDU and I do not think I am the religious enough to fit in the criteria.

now lets talk about my relation with God, I do appreciate the "good" teachings of every religious texts and things, but I do not think GOD/ GODS are the place for help, when they could not answer me as a kid who was like helpless and lost, I dont think they every could. One can say to each their own, I see the theory of GOD more like a friend, a choice(will discuss later) . So no, i do not seek any relation with the GOD, i do not want to ask anyone anything anymore, if they REALLY had the best it WOULDNT be like this?? yk? its kinda fucked up to think but they are the ULTIMATE GOD so why are they doing this? iykwim. just my way to view tho.

now all the stories (yes i consider the teaching of bible, geeta, and other holy books as stories nonetheless)- i wouldnt say anything cause its not about my religion, i dont want to come offensive cause i have not enough information to make an opinion for now

FOR MY POINT OF VIEW on how i believe on god, its very simple

once a teacher of mine said -i dont believe in god, i just know there is a true good spirit showing you the right ways

and to add to that , i think, god is a very flawed concept, they wont pay your bills or heal your trauma or anything, they dont even talk lol, but THEY DO GIVE PEACE, like they are just a figment of my imagination that give me an idea of what kind of personality i want in me, Gods are someone i trusted and still do to share my life issues cause they are more like A PERSON WHO IS TRYING TO KEEP THINGS BALANCED to me than something divine, If you read Indian mythologies, mostly God mess up too, and then they solve it, they teach humans how to manage mess and how to not fuck up things in wrong proportions, not to lose humanity, even god are helpess in many situations sooo you know. I do love the religious festivities, stories, the peace being in a temple and things but i cant just be all devoted to them, thats toxic in my point of view. To me god is just a friend, i can talk to and have no other expectations, just hope that they know whatever they are doing is okay. God to me is just a teacher who gives me options and in the end its me who decides and makes my life how i want, and they do this to all humans, thats why things get bad its not the God choice, but the people. And this made me feel a bit better cause if you are just like the end is god and he is gonna be all healer and stuff, you will meet disappointment, i did not once or twice but so many times. God isnt going to help you, ever, they will only give you options, SO WHY MAKE THEM THE ULTIMATE WHEN IM THE ONE IN CONTROL?

IDK if this made sense to you anon, i know you mean well (hopefully, this is not a cult thing or something) and im not saying your way to trust god is wrong, it just doesn't suit me and its okay

thank you haha

#idk if this makes sense really #its a long post going about all of my views but idk how to put my thoughts in my words properly unless its a full one on one convo #and i dont mean to offend anyone in anyway #peace out<3 #ask

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pandasmagorica · 2 months

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Rewatch, The Great Doctor, episodes 18-20

Rewatch notes begin

This series is also known as Faith.

And after a very lengthy Act III, we now get a relatively short Act IV.

Choi Young has been risking his life all along for Doctor Yoo Eun Soo's safety, among others, and toward the end of Act III, the doctor has shown a willingness to risk her life for Choi Young's safety as well. But with Act IV, she is guided by a voice from the past, or perhaps from the future, or perhaps both.

Spoilers follow. You can skip to my notes on episodes 21-24.

Machinations between Prince Gi Cheol, Prince Deok Heung, and the Yuen Dynasty envoy continue. Deok Heung attacks the doctor with a poison that will slowly kill her in about a month (assuming he's telling the truth, something we've learned we can't count on - although she certainly is displaying unnerving symptoms). The doctor escapes with Choi Young's escort and the king's unofficial blessing, on the idea that she can cure the poison if she makes it back to the future. But, partway there, the doctor abandons her escape and insists Choi Young take her back to the palace. Why? She discovers a note her future self has left for her, telling her she needs to go back, even if it means she will die, to save the king and queen and, presumably, Choi Young, and that she, future Eun Soo, has eternal regret that she herself did not go back.

Who else could the note be from? It's in Hangul, something which doesn't yet exist in 14th century Goryeo. Yet it looks old, covered in mold, but protected in plastic, something else which didn't exist at the time. So it must have been placed in the past. And we, the viewer, see future/past Eun Soo overlaid on the scene, placing the note for her past/future self.

She goes back to the palace.

Okay, we need to have a discussion about time travel. How many timelines are there in this series? So far we've only seen one. While the future seems to have no knowledge of Choi Young's or Gi Cheol's supernatural powers, there don't seem to be any conflicts. In fact, the doctor seems to have earlier in the series saved the life of the boy who will eventually grow to be the man who kills Choi Young. That is, anything she does in the past is already part of the history Eun Soo knew in 2012 South Korea.

So, if future Eun Soo indeed passed up the chance to save the king and queen, changing Korea's history, that would seem to be a violation of the already part of history rule and we would have two different timelines.

Or, what if future Eun Soo is lying to 1350's Eun Soo, effectively letting her know what she has to do and giving her the courage to do so? How would she have known? This is one of those weird time loops, sort of. Things happen that would not have happened without the time travel, but if there's no paradox, then has anything really been broken? 1350's Eun Soo has already acted on knowledge in the notebook, for example, learning when the "heaven's gate" will open again and preparing to act on it. Circles upon circles.

What happens if she dies? Does that mean the hidden note will never exist? Or the supposed Hwata relics?

Continue with episodes 21-24.

#kdrama #korean drama #mashup #the great doctor #the great doctor series #historical fiction #historical fantasy #science fantasy #medical drama #pandasmagorica #time travel #romance #strong female characters #gay coded character #political drama #faith series

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cljordan-imperium · 1 year

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WRITING QUESTIONS TAG GAME

I was tagged by @writingpotato07

Tagging - @late-to-the-fandom @shipping-through-eternity @saltysupercomputer

:readmore:

1. What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you've ever had?

The Horsemen. I was struggling with what to do with Abriella and her friends until the idea of the Horsemen came up. Then making Abbadon the 5th Horseman just made it better. Several years on and there are no shortage of ideas now. Sometimes I have to make a list and prioritize what direction to go in first. It also brings new ideas and introduced the Princes. Combining different theological beliefs and creating some of my own just made it even better.

2.Is there a question you've been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

Do I think I'm disrespecting anyone's religion? My answer is no. I borrow equally from all and change all. I credit the religion with the origin and admit my changes. I believe you either have to be able to touch all equally or avoid all. My personal beliefs play a part in it, as I believe we are all connected and that religions are just different interpretations of the same thing, so combining them is logical to me. This includes belief systems that are no longer practiced such as Greek, Roman and Egyptian.

3. What is your favorite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

I feel like it was a born storyteller. So for me getting the story out there and weaving it in a way that others can understand and enjoy is what I love the most. Coming up with new ideas and making sure they're fresh and new, something that no one has done before or doing in a way that hasn't been done before.

I think that the editing process is my least favorite part. I am a natural talker, so I could be a oratory storyteller a lot easier than I am a typed storyteller. Which is one reason that a lot of the times I will dictate into my talk to text app and order to get things down rather than trying to type them in. And then I go back and edit things to add in details or to round out the story rather than typing in the rough draft.

4. What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

From the time I was a young child, I've always had a story in my head. And the fact that with modern technology I can share that with other people and they're appreciation of those stories that are in my brain as well. It doesn't hurt that all these voices that I have going on in my head are rarely silent and that there is always something new that they're coming up with whether it's an idea for a new story or improving on a scene that I have already had moving.

5. What is the best piece of advice you've ever read or been given as a writer?

"Just fucking write it."

I had a creative writing teacher who did not withhold his thoughts. And that was his mantra every time we started class and we're working on anything. He would say - just fucking write it. Don't think about it, don't worry about it, don't overanalyze anything - just fucking write it. Through the years, some of my best writing pieces have always come when I have just set everything else aside and just wrote what was in my head. The more I think about something or stew on an idea trying to get it perfect before I sit down in front of the computer, the worse it comes out. So now I just - fucking write it.

6. What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

This may sound weird, but I wish I'd known I wasn't alone. I started out writing because I was a severe introvert and have since been diagnosed as an adult with Asperger's. At the time no one had ever discussed such a diagnosis or even suggested any such thing. And I felt like such a oddity that I found such comfort and warmth in writing with these fictional characters and people that didn't exist. And as I have grown up and matured, and read the writing experience of other authors, I have seen that we have so much in common in our inspiration and the way the characters speak to us.

7. What is your favorite story you've written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you'd like and can!

I have never published it, nor will I ever. It was something I wrote to heal from childhood trauma. And I worked through a lot of emotions while writing it and it took over a year to complete and it will never be seen by anyone other than myself. But I am more proud of that piece of writing than anything that I could write before or after. Part of that is not in the quality of the writing, although it is the same as anything that you will see on my page, but it comes that the emotions that will work through and expressed in the writing or so raw and real.

8. What is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?

"Love isn't soft like poets say. Love has teeth that bite and the wounds never close."

Stephen King

9. Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

Oh, there is more than one. Leviathan, Gabriel, Damien, Asmodeus..I could go on with more than a few of the characters that you will meet. And what I say to that is that the world is full of evil people. They are irredeemable. There is no tragic backstory or explanation for why they are the way they are. They just are. I don't necessarily like them, I definitely do not approve of what they think or do. However to have a fully rounded story, not every character can be good and valiant and admirable. There are the evil and disgusting beings and characters. It doesn't mean I condone what they think or say. All it says is that there are these beings in creation somewhere. And I hate some of my own characters, and I invite any of my readers to hate them as well. Not every character has to be loved or liked, some deserve to be hated, and even more of them deserve to die.

10. If you when you first started writing met you now, what would younger you think?

I believe that she would be surprised that we're still writing. It was started as a way to cope with the way that life was, and it became something that I thoroughly enjoy and is a passion. I think that she would be proud of all that has been written, the hundreds of chapters in Abriella’s story and the story of others who are not published here on tumblr. I would also hope that it would give her hope for the future, because I know the chapter of my life I was in when I started. And that she would see that the darkness is not something necessarily to be feared, it is just something that you go through and that there is light on the other side.

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Me and bestie are having a conversation about what whiteness even is and we reached the point where even I had to reread the conversation once or twice and be like wait.

And I'd love for to include y'all in on this (especially white people) cuz it seems fairly profound to me and I'm wondering if anyone has anything to add (even on anon, like this convo is so interesting to me rn and I'm so genuinely invested in hearing y'all's thoughts).

And when I say whiteness I mean the construct of whiteness, not necessarily white people. Just wanna clarify that.

So Whiteness -after this talk- at it's core really just seems like it's about being seen as better than others. It's almost defined more by everything white people don't want than what they Do want to be. Not much else.

And what they don't want is to be like the poor, the savages, those icky colored people, the gays, and those gd annoying mentally ill people. And whiteness means separating yourself from them by any means necessary. Shitting on poor people, stigmatizing mental illness, calling poor whites White Trash, trying to eugenics/genocide everyone you dont like out of existence, "luxury food", 1st class seats, comparing dicks and country GDP, measuring success by numbers and accomplishments, hoarding more and more billions of dollars just because you can, having the newest/latest gadget to prove how trendy and well off you are, children's pageants, punishing everyone who can't meet the standards of whiteness with shame and passive aggressive "well if you tried harder..."

Everything is centered around being better than someone else in any way you can measure.

And following that same line of thought... Whiteness can't count generosity. It can't tally how good your music taste is to determine your artistic value. It can't break down how much you care about your community into a braggable percentage. There is no way to prove that you support human rights more than anyone else. Supporting BLM and Landback doesn't increase your social currency. You can't argue and prove with evidence that you're the funniest person in the room. You can not add, subtract, debate, or use logic to make someone understand and accept you're a Nicer person than them. There is no I'm An Objectively Loyal Friend test that you could humble brag about passing to your #positivevibes insta followers. Being happy and content with your life doesn't make you morally better than anyone else. Being there for people when they need you isn't how you get on a magazine cover- so that's not success. And most importantly Whiteness has no measure for when you've been a good enough person, let alone better than anyone else. You're eternally building yourself up with no sense of relief or accomplishment.

Imo, whiteness happens when you take every natural thing about being human and make humans hate it.

And that's just my take after some discussion. Look at the golden truth bombs bestie is illuminating on whiteness though. Because damn.

Y'all really live like that???

All seems to boil down to the fact that perhaps white people struggle so much to dismantle whiteness because you have no sense of self or clue on how to behave outside of it.

How many of my white followers would agree with that? And if you do... Are you discussing this with other white people or is this something most don't even think about? Or is this like a thing you all Feel but never talk about? And if you disagree with the post... Can you tell me why?

#whiteness #white privilege #white people #as a brown person you can imagine i dont get a lot of info about the inner workings of white supremacy and white dynamics so this absolutel #white people reblog

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I’m so not ready to say goodbye 🥺 I didn’t realise how much I needed those two geeks in my life. It may be pathetic but they are literally what I think of when I hear the world ‘love’ and I know it’s not real but sometimes I really need to believe that it is goddammit

hi, anon!

with the reboot's renewal status still up in the air, we can't say for certain if we'll get to see a continuation of grissom and sara's (canonical) story play out on our screens in the future.

even so, what we can say with certainty is that regardless of what happens with the show, you don't have to say goodbye to these characters, to this ship, or to their love story.

the beautiful thing about fiction is that it is eternal.

i've been a fangirl for 25+ years now and have been in a lot of fandoms, including for some shows that have been off of the air for years, and i can tell you with surety that there will always be at least a handful of people making fanworks for the thing you love, even sometimes decades after the fact.

while the fandom will inevitably shrink after the series finale, and while there may be fewer people out there actively engaging with the source material and producing content, particularly as time goes on, characters and stories once loved are loved forever.

there will always be someone writing fanfiction. there will always be someone making gifs. there will always be someone producing meta. there will always be someone reliving what they've loved about the show or the pairing. there will always be someone discovering the story for the very first time and falling in love, just like you did.

there will also always be repositories, archives, and fossilized works left in the amber of the internet, particularly for a show like csi and a ship like gsr, where over twenty years of fanworks exist and are out there, just waiting to be discovered and enjoyed.

though of course getting new episodes and source material every week is what fans live for, there's also something to be said for the wonderful experience of engaging with characters and pairings from a "closed canon."

you know that concept "the death of the author"?

i like to think more about the (second) life of the text.

once a show goes off of the air, it takes on this whole kind of renewed existence, becoming something that belongs solely to the fans. we get to take it lovingly into our hands, fill in the gaps between the lines, edit the rough bits as we will, and dog-ear the best parts, building onto them as we wish.

each fan gets to decide what the story means to them and how they engage with it, and while some will eventually walk away, moving on to other stories and more active fandoms, those of us who remain will continue to find new ways to immerse ourselves in what's there, sometimes decades and decades after the last episode has aired.

if gsr is love to you, it doesn't stop being love just because the show ends.

i'm an english professor in my outside-of-the-internet life, and in english, when one is writing about literature (or paintings or film or television or any other kind of creative works), one uses what's called "the literary present tense," which means that when talking about things that take place within the work, one discusses them as if they are ever in a state of happening.

it's not "in homer, it took odysseus twenty years to return home to ithaka," even though the story is millennia old; rather, it's "in homer, it takes odysseus twenty years to return home to ithaka," with odysseus actively doing, perpetually returning home, as he has since before his song was ever written on a page.

stories are forever, anon.

grissom is always in love with sara.

sara is always in love with grissom.

they're always meeting at the forensic conference, falling for each other at first sight.

he's always noticing that she has a ponytail.

she's always stalling to ask him out to dinner.

he's always inviting her to join his team as his first official act as night shift supervisor.

she's always saying yes and packing up her whole life and moving to vegas on only two weeks' notice.

they're always learning how to navigate their love through their fear.

they’re always having near misses and close calls and hundreds of private little intimate moments.

they're always sitting at the ice rink, talking baseball and how he only started caring about beauty after he met her.

they're always in her apartment, with her confessing to him her secrets as she's never done with anyone else before and him just being there for her.

they're always getting engaged in beekeeper suits.

they're always getting married after a tearstained reunion in the jungle.

they're always finding each other again on a pier.

they're always sailing off into the sunset together.

he's always calling her "darlin'."

she's always promising she'll never leave him alone.

they’re always kissing on roller coasters.

they're always in love, anon.

always, always, always.

that's how the story goes, and it doesn't change, no matter what the powers that be at cbs decide.

you can keep enjoying grissom and sara's story for as long as you want. both it and the beautiful, transformative fanworks it inspires will always be there for you.

geek love is forever love.

#answered #anon #asks: csi #let's talk shop #on storytelling #csi #gsr #csiverse

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trickster-archangel · 3 years

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About Time.

Blame that blessed soul who is @electricrogue for this rant, otherwise I wouldn't have even published it.

Also, I wanted to prove my points with quotes and gifs and whatsoever, but my time is unfortunately limited and this bloody app would delete everything with more that 3 low quality .jpg, so I settled for a quick, plain text sort-of-meta.

Feel free to add content, context, rants, elaborations, speculations, proofs...the more we are, the wider and the deeper the discussion grows.

I was thinking about Helen's relationship with time, given the fact that she's immune to its passing. Thus, she has a lot of past behind her back, but just as well she has an indeterminate amount of future before her, not mentioning a very heavy present to deal with.

But this is just a metaphor: in reality, Helen deals with Time in a very tangible way….by travelling back in time. Literally, she is to live again her past, by means of her new present, trying not to alter a future which is literally in her past.

Bloody hell.

So I thought, what if Time were a part of her life even in a more subtle way? We know that out of The Five, only Helen and Nikola inherited the indeterminate lifespan granted by the Sanguine Vampiris genetic traits. John gained it through Helen's blood, even if it's still unknown whether, if she suspended her injections, he would've grown old and died normally. Nigel probably had some sort of prolonged lifespan too, until he decided that eternal life was more of a curse and less of a blessing, and simply died. James didn't inherit anything of the sort, and had to put his immense brain at work to solve this very specific, very personal issue, and probably never really got over this misfortune of his.

Of these four men, three have been part of Helen's life in the most intimate way. We know John has been her fiancee, before becoming a murderer and a madman, then there's been James, and finally it's been Nikola's turn (whether for past!Helen or future!Helen or both, it's not to be known for sure).

So let's try a spectacular leap of faith and look at these three man from Time's perspective.

John Druitt.

He's the past, not specifically Helen's, but the Past. He always stresses how they were happy, how perfect it was, how he could make it better if only they could go back to the past.

Totally ignoring that even before the Source Blood he was less than perfect (a bloody misogynist as for Adam's words, and if another madman has the clarity of mind to see through him...), and that the Blood probably only drew out what already was there, which maybe would've found another way to come out, sooner or later.

He doesn't care about this new Helen who keeps rejecting him, he wants "his Helen" back, that meek, frightened cute thing she once was.

More than this, Helen herself talks of him like the Past. He's not Druitt anymore. She doesn't love him and never will anymore. She feels guilty, but that's all. She even hates him, she probably would've killed him in Tempus, and the more he tries to push her back to the past, the more he chooses to move on and build back something dead, something that doesn't and cannot comprehend her anymore, and the more she pushes him away.

She tries to build a new friendship, something new between them, she desperately wants to believe he still can be saved, as a human being, not as a lover, but he doesn't want this pity and he refuses to accept it.

To Druitt, only Past exists.

Then there's James. He's rooted in the present. He quite likely can't count on the future that much, not like Helen. Without his machine, he's literally dead. Literally. His future belongs to the past because he wasn't meant to last this long.

But he doesn't dwell on the past, either.

He has his present, and he goes on and on, doing his duty, helping the present, helping Helen...but he sort of lacks Helen's foresight.

He's dutiful and accurate, and quite a genius - but he's not the genius who looks onto the future: he solves present problems, be they social order problems or medical problems.

There's a problem, James solves it, then moves onto the next.

No curiosity, not anymore. No darings. No discovers.

Doing his job, that's James.

He's the very epitome of boring....genial but boring, teaching and learning and then using nothing of it except that which has immediate use.

No wonder Helen grew out of love for him. Fondly loving him as a brother, that's true, but nothing more...he doesn't have the same spark as she has. He openly sulks that she doesn't visit him often in London, as a friend. They are friends, but each on his side of time.

Who then is left for Future?

Someone who only and always looks at the Future, further and beyond, always pushing forward...?

Yes. That's him. No need to elaborate.

Curious, daring, sparkling energy (...literally…). He's the one Helen seeks for adventures. He's the one sharing her reckless and restless quest for the unknown, for the sake of knowledge itself. He's the one injecting her the Blood, and she's the one revamping him to make him a part of her future again. To have a future where Nikola exists.

Nikola is Helen's future. But also her present and her past. He loves her because he loves what she was, what she is and what is yet to be.

And I'm sure Helen understood this very well, so well that she broke her promise and risked the timeline just to seek him, his help, his presence. To create a new Sanctuary for a future that had already been built.

If there's a future for Helen Magnus and her Sanctuary, it's nothing but inevitable that Nikola Tesla will be there in that future he helped to build.

“Let the future tell the truth and evaluate each one according to his work and accomplishments. The present is theirs; the future, for which I really worked, is mine.” – Nikola Tesla

#sanctuary #nikola tesla #helen magnus #john druitt #james watson #nigel griffin #adam worth #Time #sanctuary meta #love is a metaphor of time #teslen

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Can we talk about how enchante is so damn good with symbolism? My favorite example of this is in episode 9 with the rose: at this point, I feel like the rose represents multiple things, before it was enchante, like a looming presence in the background, right now, it represents love and Theo's clash with reality. The first scene with it was after Theo's parents were discussing about the divorce. Theo overhear a bit and I have the feeling deep down he knew what was coming, the rose being the first sign.

The petal falls off and the meaning to me, it has to do with how love can deteriored with time, something that Theo hasn't come to terms with. Theo is a person that idealizes a lot of things, one of them being love: for him, love is this "flawless, beautiful and eternal" thing. He has lived in this fantasy world for so long, he might be free from enchante, but he is still not free from his romanticized version of the world. Theo's parents and Akk did wrong by lying to him because this just keeps him in a bubble where everything is safe and okay, but Theo doesn't need that, he needs to confront reality or it will end up badly for his mental state. The last scene was after Theo and Akk's fight:

The rose pricked his finger: love can hurt, love is not perfect and conflicts will always exists, no matter how hard you try to avoid them. This is the moment where Theo is finally facing the truth, this should had happen a long time ago, but sadly, people around him protect him to an extreme level, something that not even Theo wanted. He clearly felt betrayed in a way, angry, frustrated... but I think all of those emotions were more directed to him. Theo has to accept the fact that all was a well crafted lie, a lie that he indulge himself in because he was also deflecting reality with fiction (coping). Most of his own beliefs are shattered now and I can't imagine how that must feel. Theo is such a complex character and I find brilliant how they portrayed his journey through little things like this. This process is showing us his grow to a more healthy and down-to-earth way of perceiving life. Enchante as a whole was always about learning, growing and acceptance, once again, I'm blown away with this show.

#maow speaks #enchante #enchante the series #im blank now... pretty sure there's more to say but... yeah #theo my beloved

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Here for You | Loki x Reader fluff

"There are moments that the words don't reach. There's a grace too powerful to name. We push away what we can never understand; we push away the unimaginable." -Hamilton, "It's Quiet Uptown"

After an emotional night, Loki's partner leaves her Avengers Tower apartment, showing up in need of comfort at Loki's door.

before you read: loki x reader, 1.5k words, reader is afab nonbinary, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, partial nudity (non-sexual), cuddling/spooning, discussion of gender dysphoria, period mention, body dysphoria, discussion of depression, suicidal thoughts, and self harm.

tw: gender dysphoria, period mention, partial nudity (non-sexual), depression mention, suicidal thoughts, self harm mention. @ me if there's anything I forgot.

You padded down the hallway, clutching the stuffed animal and baby blanket that had protected you from your demons since you were a child. Since your apartments were right next to each other, it was only a short distance to Loki's door; when you reached it, you knocked quickly and stood there, anxiously chewing your the inside of your cheek as you waited.

You heard his heavy footsteps crossing the apartment. Though his voice was muffled by the door separating the two of you, the annoyance was unmistakable. "Thor, I told you, I'm-"

He opened the door. His words cut off abruptly as he realized that it wasn't, in fact, his older brother bothering him in the middle of the night. His heart and facial expression melted as he looked you up and down, taking in your disheveled appearance. You stared back at him nervously, unable to verbally express what you needed from him now that he was actually standing in front of you.

Luckily, you didn't have to.

In a heartbeat, Loki had crossed the threshold of his apartment, pulling you into a tight embrace. He pressed your head to his chest and you melted into him, the tears that had escaped you all night finally beginning to flow. "It's all right, darling," he murmured. "It's all right. I'm here now. It's all right."

The two of you stood there for a moment that felt like an eternity, your entire world reduced to the feeling of being in each others' arms, Loki caressing you and whispering soft reassurances. Once the waterfall of your tears had slowed to a mere trickle, Loki said, "All right. You're coming inside." He bent down and hooked one arm under your knees, lifting you into his arms as easily as if you were a child. You squeaked in surprise and buried your head in his chest, eliciting a small chuckle from the trickster god as he carried you into his apartment and eased the door shut behind you. He didn't put you down until the two of you were in his bedroom, when he pulled back the soft covers of his king-size bed and set you gently on the gold satin sheets. He climbed in beside you and pulled the covers up around you both, once again pulling you to his chest.

"You don't have to tell me what's going on," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "But if you want to talk about it, I'm here to listen."

"It's my stupid period," you grumbled into his chest.

"What?" he said. "I thought you haven't had one for months now - didn't Strange get that sorted?"

"Yeah, but the hormones are still a fucking roller coaster."

"You mortals and your pesky bodies," he muttered into your hair. You couldn't help but giggle, despite your sadness. "What is it doing to you this time, darling?'

"Gender," you grumbled. "I'm fine with my body. I like my body. Or at least, most of the time I do, and then my hormones go insane and I hate it."

"Wishing you were a shapeshifter again, hmm?" Loki said. You nodded. "If I could give up my powers to you I'd do it in a heartbeat, dearest." You chuckled, in spite of yourself. "Thanks, babe."

"No problem," he replied. The two of you lay in comfortable silence for a moment, glad to just be in each other's presence. He caressed you gently - your hair, your arms, your back - then paused in confusion when he felt a seam under your shirt. He had never known you to wear a bra under your pajamas, especially given how much you hated to wear them during the day.

"Darling?" he asked, cautiously.

"Hmm?"

"Are you binding right now?"

"Yeah, but it's fine, I-"

"No, it's not," he cut you off sternly. "You know you're not supposed to. It's unsafe."

"Since when do you care about safety?"

"Since you tried to sleep in a binder. Sit up. It's coming off."

"Loki, really-"

"Now. You could do with some skin to skin anyways." His tone left no room for argument. Grudgingly, you pushed yourself into a sitting position, as did he.

"Arms up," he commanded. You rolled your eyes and did as he said, feeling like a toddler who needed their parents' help to get dressed. He lifted your shirt and gently pulled it over your head, then gathered it into a ball and tossed it on his floor. He removed your binder equally gently, careful not let the elastic snap or pinch, and tossed it on the floor on top of your shirt.

"Satisfied?" you said sarcastically.

"Not quite yet." He grasped the collar of the black t-shirt he was wearing and pulled it over his head in one fluid motion, adding it to the pile of clothing on his floor.

Though you had seen it a thousand times, you took in the sight of his chest, drinking in every inch of his skin. He caught your eye as you stared at him, and grinned. You blushed. "See something you like, pet?" he teased.

"Oh, shut up," you retorted as the two of you laid back down, snuggling into him again. He was right - the feeling of his skin, his strong arms wrapped around you, was incredibly soothing.

"I needed this," you murmured.

"I know."

A pause.

"I hate this body so much, sometimes. Like, I'm mostly okay with it, even proud of it, and then..."

You trailed off. He stroked your hair, whispering into it. "Take your time, love, it's all right."

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts, and continued shakily. "It's just... sometimes, I look in the mirror, and I look at my face, and I feel so happy - my reflection matches who I am, I look like myself - and then I see my body and I remember and I just..." You swallowed thickly, fighting back tears. "I just want to die, sometimes. I wish I didn't have to exist and face every day in a body that's not mine, I want to hurt it, scar it, make it bleed. Anything to show that it doesn't belong to me, to make it pay. I hate it. And I know I shouldn't hurt myself, I know I gave that up a long time ago, but that urge never leaves. I hate it, I hate it so much. I know it's not right, but that voice never goes away, it just gets quiet enough to ignore until the next time something triggers it and I have to fight it again. It never stops, Loki. Never." Your tears were flowing freely now. You took a shuddering breath. "I'm just so, so tired of always fighting. I want peace. But I don't think I'll ever have it."

"Oh, pet." he said softly. "How long were you feeling like this before you came to get me?"

"Hours," you admitted, feeling small.

"Oh, darling," he said. You heard the pain in his voice, and knew that what he really meant was I'm sorry.

"It's going to be okay," he said, voice ever so tender, tracing wandering patterns on your skin. "I know it's hard, but you are strong. You are a fighter, and you will make it through this. I promise you. And I will do everything I can to help."

"Really?"

"Really, dearest. You never have to face this alone again. I'm right by your side. In fact, this settles it. You're moving in with me. Tomorrow."

"What?" You pulled away from him, startled, and looked up to see dead seriousness on his face.

"What about it, pet? You practically live here already."

"Loki, the others can barely accept the fact that we're together. We can't move in together. Tony will have a heart attack."

Loki grinned wickedly. "Good."

You slapped his arm playfully, scolding him. "No, it's not good. If Tony had a heart attack, the arc reactor would probably flatten half of Manhattan." He chuckled appreciatively. "Why's it so pressing for me to move in, anyway? Most days you hardly spend a second without me."

He paused, giving you a long, searching look. "Isn't it obvious?

"No." You looked away, avoiding the discomfort of his scrutiny.

"Look at me." You didn't move. He reached out and cupped your face in his large hand, lifting your chin. "Look at me, dearest," he repeated, softer this time. You tore your eyes away from the empty space you had fixed them on and looked at him, afraid of what you'd see. He looked back at you tenderly, eyes full of compassion and the thing you had been most afraid of seeing.

Love. His eyes were full of love.

"You spent an unnecessarily long time tonight fighting this alone, because I wasn't with you. I wasn't there to help you when you needed me." He stroked your cheek with his thumb, voice tight with emotion. "I cannot let that happen again."

"Loki," you breathed. "You care that much?"

"Oh, darling, of course I do," he said. "Of course I do. And I promise that you will never have to face these thoughts alone again."

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#ask to tag #tw/cw - read descrip before reading #loki x reader #loki x you #loki imagine #loki (marvel)#mcu loki #fluff #tw sui mention #tw sh mention #tw depression #tw periods #tw dysphoria #tw gender dysphoria #tw gender confusion #tw nudity #cuddling #spooning

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perkwunos · 2 years

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my key question I think is about relational logic. part of this is just a problem of language — a sentence like "a stands in relation R to b" is of course still fundamentally a subject a and predicate "stands in relation R to b"; I'm willing to let that go because it's unavoidable. beyond that, though, if the core relation for Whitehead is prehension and prehension doesn't go both ways (such that "x prehends y" does not also mean that y prehends x — in fact couldn't mean that insofar as y and x are not contemporaneous), how is that not just predicate logic again, even if it's phrased passively or as an experiential rather than robustly transitive agent-patient predicate relation?

I also still don't understand what an eternal object would be, but based on our past discussion of them I think I may just be too much a nominalist for this part.

(that said: if God is the first actual entity and forms on the basis of "unlimited conceptual prehensions", does that mean eternal objects preceded God? where did they come from?)

So, in regards to the logic of relations and its application to Whitehead's analysis of prehensions: I fear this may be a clunky explanation, but hopefully gets across my point.

The proposition "a feels b" isn't a proposition about subject a, with "feels b" as its monadic predicate, because it requires reference to another subject, b, that exists in itself externally to a. I think it's important to keep in mind that what we're analyzing in each term here (as forming a proposition) is essentially the functional roles played in any determination of a truth-value: for "a feels b" to be true, it wouldn't be sufficient to just observe and describe the state of a in itself: we would need to thereby also disclose a relation to a particular other than a (namely, b).

In the same way, if we said "a is greater than b," in order to verify the truth-value of this statement we would need to find both a and b and observe their manner of relatedness; it wouldn't be sufficient to find a and describe its own independent state. If we observed what we took to be "a feels b" and found merely "a feels an abstract shape with a specific configuration of colors and then infers that this is a perception of some particular b" we would not need to actually find any relation to b at all to verify this proposition, since here it is merely an absent intentional object of an inference: this would be a monadic predicate applied to a (or, realistically, two monadic predicates in one compound proposition, since it describes both the feeling and the inferring).

Whitehead's wager is that our experience at a basic level consists of a particular (a), the feeling itself, that itself discloses a relation to another particular (b), i.e. another feeling, existing apart from it. If this basic experience were truly exhaustively described by a monadic predicate in the logical sense (abstracting from anything to do directly with the grammatical/linguistic analysis of the sentences expressing said propositions) it would not require reference to any other such particulars apart from itself. This is the crucial point, because it determines whether or not you are inferring the existence of other particulars beyond your own experience based on a dubious conjecture (for the early moderns typically something about God securing the validity of the inference) or based on the contents disclosed in one's experience. Of course, given all this logical prefacing, the real trick is to then inspect direct experience and discover the predicates accurately describing it and the n-place number of particular subjects such predicates entail; Whitehead just thought the early moderns were too analytically deficient to carry out that task in an unbiased manner and thus got incoherent results.

As to eternal objects, this does indeed seem to be a place where people can come across as simply finding platonic realism or nominalism intuitively obvious and not understand the basic premises for the other side's arguments. In the case of Whitehead, perhaps this is necessarily so, since the entities he was discussing as metaphysically ultimate all have their basis as entities given in a kind of phenomenological inspection of direct experience. If I type out A and then type out A again, I experience a repetition and similarity in form--both in the shape and color: it's not a question, from here, of being able to explain that similarity by some more ultimate categories of entities beyond the direct experience, because what is in question just is our direct experience of this similarity. If you admit you have an experience of A and A as similar in shape and color, then what you are experiencing in common in Whitehead's terms is an eternal object, in more common parlance a universal: a form capable of being instantiated in diverse particulars across space-time and capable of conceptual recognition abstracted from such particulars.

The final question about God and eternal objects is an acute one that I've seen Whitehead scholars discuss--although they don't often discuss it on a methodological basis that I think is stable and that is one Whitehead utilized for his own work. For Whitehead, any account of reality begins and ends with the contents of experiences, i.e. feelings and the objective data thereby felt. To assert there's nothing outside experience is simply a tautology since "experience" is a word being used here in an attempt to index to the basic reality we all constantly have. This then leads to Whitehead’s “ontological principle”: that the reason for anything is to be found in an experience—and thus, in his framework, in an actual entity or a set of actual entities. God is conceptualized as the primordial instance of such experience, and thus the primordial reason for anything to exist at all. In that way God must be the reason for eternal objects' existence. The key from there is understanding the manner in which a conceptual feeling can be "causa sui", its own reason for its existence. I think it is possible for God's primordial conceptual activity to come into being entirely causa sui and yet governed necessarily by the same metaphysical categories that all things are necessarily instantiations of: this would in fact be necessary if we are to follow Whitehead's method, which begins on the premise that there is such a rational essence shared by all reality and that metaphysics can attempt to give an account of. If we reject this method there's no point to discussing God as an "actual entity" or even an experience at all, since God is now beyond the intelligibility of the rest of the universe: this of course is how many approach theology, but Whitehead introduces God as an entity functioning in his scheme of thought and not as an apophatic object of reverence. So God comes into being but doesn't exactly "make" the eternal objects in the sense that they could've been different, being subject to their necessity in the same way we all are.

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Chapter One

⇨ Dragonborn!Todoroki x Tribe Chief Descendant!Reader

⇨ An AU in which Reader is apart of a tribe that lives to fight against a mythical group they call the Ice Dragons. One day, the Reader’s tribe fellows bring in a young man - an alleged Dragonborn, descended from their worst enemy. The young chief in line, whose heart is too compassionate to kill an innocent, convinces the raging tribe to keep him alive for research purposes, while they set out to free the captive, but the story turns out to be much more complicated than what they thought it would be...

⇨ Reader’s Quirk: Groundbreaker - the ability to bend and manipulate earth and rock in all of their varieties (think Earthbending). The Quirk’s drawback is incredible soreness and temporary muscle paralysis after prolonged usage.

Disclaimer: Characters are all aged up. The story doesn't follow the exact plot of the manga/anime, although it has some elements incorporated (ofc, it's fanfiction)

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"A long, long time ago, our lands were roamed by enormous creatures, scaled and glistening like fresh snow, cold as death and breathing frost. Nobody knows where they came from, but they were ruthless, bringing eternal winter wherever they went. Our kind was starving, slowly freezing to death, too small and weak to chase away the Ice Dragons," multiple pairs of doe eyes, brimmed with curiosity, stalked your hands moving over the fire, dark shadows dancing upon the walls of your enormous tent. "That was until a man that could wield fire came along. His flame was bright and carried hope, sparking the will to fight in the hearts of men and women. He gathered the best fighters and fought the Ice Dragons, bringing them to the brink of extinction. This era of peace and prosperity we owe to him."

You adjusted the Scroll of Myths in your lap, "Or so the legends tell."

"(Name)-nee, are the Dragons going to hurt us?"

"No, sweet little Eri!" you cradled the little girl's head close to your chest. "I don't believe they're evil. Stories need villains and they were victims of circumstances. They're not going to hurt you."

She gave you all her attention, tiny hands firmly grasping the front of your robe.

"Besides, they've been gone for decades." you smoothed her hair back and pressed a kiss to the little horn on the side of her forehead. "Many believe Chief councils Todoroki and Yagi have driven the last of them away. Only time could tell."

Eri was still cradled in your arms as you stood up, ushering the other kids to follow you. "And right now I'm convinced time tells me you little doves should be in your beds. Let's go."

After the kids were tucked away and knocked out like a light, you returned to put away your scrolls, only to find your best friends Midoriya and Uraraka grinning like idiots.

"Ah, did you clean up for me?"

"Yeah, no big deal!" Uraraka placed a cup of steaming hot tea in your hands. "You put the kids to bed so I thought it'd be nice to do this instead. Do you wanna come stargazing with us?"

You sipped your drink, pretending to be deep in thought. Uraraka's expression was slowly shifting to one of disappointment and you couldn't help but crack a grin, "Of course I'm coming! But it's gotta be quick. You two are on hunting duty tomorrow and I have matters to discuss with the council."

Midoriya wiggled his green eyebrows at you. "But of course, fellow chief council successor. We absolutely can not fall off behind your schedule, hurr durr- Uck!"

"DEKU, ARE YOU OKAY??"

"Next time, drink your tea with more caution instead of taunting my habits, Izuku," you gave him a strong slap on the back. "Let's go."

"Oi, dumbass, think you can land me a hand?"

"It's (Name), not dumbass, Katsuki," you angled the movement of your foot, protruding a rock with your Quirk. The surprised yelp was enough to tell you had hit Bakugou's shin successfully. "We've been friends for 16 years, c'mon now."

"Yea, yea, fine, just stop bruising me with your rocky shit, you're like Kirishima in a way- OW OW OW OKAY STOP IT!!"

You merely rolled your eyes at his yells, instead taking the scroll from his hands.

"So what they want us to do is build a ramp for a new training area," you rolled the sketch and put it away.

"Precisely, Chief Aizawa said it needs to be done by tomorrow." Bakugou looked over the flat terrain. "I suggest we split the work, you do the ramp with your Quirk and I'll arrange the dummies. Kaminari and Yaoyorozu will do the rest."

"On it, boss. Shouldn't take long."

After half an hour you proudly stood in front of a large arena resembling an octagon shape. Bakugou nodded in approval and wordlessly dismissed you, already preparing to nail down the sparring dummies.

As you judged by the position of the sun, the hunters should be returning in a bit over an hour, which gave you plenty of time before lunch to pick up the new book Chief Aizawa gave you several nights ago. He promised there was plenty of information about the Dragons, even accompanied by illustrations and schemes.

Well, he certainly wasn't wrong, you thought, sparkling orbs peering down at the worn-out pages. Frankly, you didn't know when your fascination with the Ice Dragons began. When you were little and the Chiefs told you legends around the campfire, you thought you'd get to see a real dragon when you grow up. There wasn't much known about them after the first fire-yielder, Todoroki someone allegedly drove away the creatures. His descendant and a current Chief of the Tribe Council, Todoroki Enji, along with another Chief, were supposed to have defeated the last few Ice Dragons.

It saddened you - never getting to observe their habits, learn about them, and document their existence for future generations. All they'd get would be from legends and the book you were currently flipping through - the only one describing the Ice Dragons in-depth - or at least as much as possible.

Your right hand froze as the last page you turned settled down with a quiet rustle. "Dragonborns?"

Now that was something you had never seen before. The section of the book depicted images of humans with skin partially covered in scales. Straight white locks cascaded over their shoulders and you shuddered at the piercing gray eyes that stared back at you from the pages. The script said it was possible for Ice Dragons to acquire a human form and if they made love to a human, hybrids could be born. They inherited the ice powers of their scaled parents and the form of their human ones.

You couldn't wait to tell your friends about this.

"Incredible!" Yaoyorozu Momo exclaimed, her spoon clattering on the table. You had just finished explaining your discovery to those gathered for lunch.

Uraraka and Midoriya weren't back from hunting yet, but you couldn't wait for their return and then tell everyone about the book.

"Incredible indeed! I would've never imagined an Ice Dragon and a human can be together. The Dragonborn are resistant to extreme cold, most winter illnesses, and frostbites, but their bodies are fragile when near fire. Also-"

The horn announcing the hunting team's return cut you off abruptly. As you were about to resume, yells and shouts gathered everyone's attention. Glances were exchanged between the people on your table and in no time you were on the move to find out what was happening.

Near the Tribe Council tent, several people were gathered in a circle, hiding from sight whatever was in the middle. You quickly recognized Midoriya's signature green hair and elbowed yourself a place next to him.

"Deku, what's all this commotion about-"

"Scales!!" Mina shouted and you snapped your head in her direction.

Kneeling in front of you was a young man around your age. His hair was split in the middle, half red and half pure white. He seemed tattered and had no shirt on, iron chains shackled around his wrists. Iridescent scales covering his shoulders, parts of his back, and as much as you could see from his wrists. Frost was beginning to form on the links of the chains and you couldn't help but yell when the facts clicked inside your head.

The sound made the unknown guy avert his head to you, heterochromatic eyes piercing through your own. One was a sparkling turquoise, and for some reason, he had a huge scar over the left side of his face, but the other eye resembled a glassy gray, just like the ones you had studied earlier.

The most prominent features of a Dragonborn.

oh whew, this took a bit to write. i have the whole fic mapped out - but it took me three days to come up with a starting chapter. dumb.

i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed writing this!

word count: 1,030

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