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southernsolarpunk · 4 months

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More about the project:

Credit for the tik tok:

#Arizona #Gila River Indian Community #tiktok #archived #clean energy #climate change #climate justice #climate crisis #solarpunk #undescribed

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archivedinc · 2 years

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「Editorial」 ARC-20-18-08

#archived #archived fashion #raf simons #rick owens #undercover #undercoverism

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sailor-rowling · 4 months

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Beira’s Place: Thousands helped by Edinburgh rape centre set up by JK Rowling

A year on from the opening of JK Rowling’s women-only rape centre, thousands of victims have reached out for help.

A veteran of more than four decades protecting and sheltering women suffering sexual violence and domestic abuse, Isabelle Kerr was so passionate about supporting JK Rowling’s decision to fund a women-only centre that she came out of retirement to help set it up.

Speaking for the first time since Beira’s Place opened, Isabelle, 67, said: “The whole ethos of the place took me back to the grassroots of the women’s movement in Scotland, when women helped other women stay safe in an act of basic feminism.

“It was how women dealt with the practicalities brought about by the age-old problem of domestic abuse and sexual violence. I’m saddened to say very little has changed through the decades, which is why Beira’s Place has been busy from the moment we opened our doors.”

Isabelle said: “Men’s violence towards women continues unabated around the world. Justice systems continue to fail women with sentencing that rarely reflects the damage and trauma inflicted, despite these crimes carrying the possibility of a life sentence.

“We still have a culture where victims are blamed because of what they wear, where they went or what they did rather than holding the perpetrator to blame. It’s soul destroying.”

“Our phones started ringing the day we opened. They haven’t stopped. We’ve helped almost 2,000 callers looking for support. Over 250 survivors have used our safe space. Many told us they would not want to use the service if men were on the premises, either because they have been so traumatised or for cultural reasons.

Isabelle warns that much more needs to be done about identifying the escalating cycle of violence towards women. She said: “We don’t live in the kind of society where women and girls are safe from predators, stalkers, rapists and men who use coercive control to trap the vulnerable. We live in a society where women and girls have lost so much trust and hope in our criminal justice system that only 10% of violence and sex crimes are ever reported.

“Until we take these crimes more seriously, very little will change.”

#j.k. rowling #jk rowling #jkr #pro jkr #archived #full article at link

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bebemoon · 8 months

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from @archived on ig . “After a three-year absence, for one night only, Alexander McQueen returned to the London catwalk on June 3rd of 2004. In association with his long-term sponsor American Express, "Black" was an ambitious performance that re-staged many of the defining moments of McQueen's legendary fashion shows. Iconic McQueen collaborators Michael Clark and Kate Moss were invited to begin the proceedings in a crowd-pleasing dance duet and the catwalk extravaganza was followed by a "Black" themed auction and a decadent party.”

#alexander mcqueen #archived #video #ig

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sleepykyupid · 27 days

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original callout post is by @menheratic !! if you want more info, please ask them. i am merely reuploading the original callout post of ezaki. please do check out the link of the jp community calling him out in 2019 ^^ https://togetter.com/li/1327770

! The following post talks about the various bad things that Menhera-chan's creator, Ezaki Bisuko, has done.

Here a japanese summary of all the shit he did so far, including but not limited to:

• registering Yamikawaii as trademark

• sending his fans after gyaru YouTuber Usatani to harass her into a suicide attempt over unknowingly buying a shirt with stolen PPG fanart he drew

• himself buying products with stolen art, even promoting their sales, because it’s totally ok when he does it

• the reason why Usatan’s original design was changed aka it was a ripoff of Cult Party’s iconic rabbit mascot that was designed by their artist Maromika-chan

• wrote a whole guide on how to legally get away with sex work as child

• proof of him tracing art for the more detailed MCH artworks

• how he attended the Menhera Exhibit only to smear misogynist bullshit with blood on maxipads

• complaining about how anime for little girls are evil feminist agenda TM because ain’t nobody need men to be saved anymore

• boasting about being a fashion designer only selecting the finest fabrics for his merch when it’s actually made by the japanese equivalent of Redbubble

• “parody” works featuring child characters like Chibi Maruko-chan prostituting themself, the message being all women are whores regardless of age for the right amount of money

• the small “terms and conditions” shield he has at his con booths where you agree that you need to buy anything you touch

• how he setup an earthquake victim fundraiser only to keep the money

• telling his english fans they are not allowed to use any of his art for private use, like as icon, unless they pay him

• how he wants to move to the US when he turns 30 because of all the evil haters TM in Japan

• copyright claiming everyone left and right

• japanese Menhera speaking out about he keeps hurting the community

In regards of the maxi pads:

TW, CW // nooses, misogynistic text in red on maxipads

Our favorite being the second row second one, “Abortion is murder”.

Some more recent event: When he started harassing and hating on disabled people after Tokyo Fashion translated a Tweet of his because being disabled is discriminating yourself.

It’s like a trainwreck that refuses to end, now with 100% more crypto on NFT while shitting on those who warn about the dangers.

His NFT sales can be found here: https://foundation.app/@bisuko_ezaki

For some reason, after 7 years, he also decided to re-release the infamous wrist-cut bracelet to sell at events. The leader of the Neo-Decora group bought one for example:

TW // Bracelet that imitates sh, includes blood

Also keeps doing collabs with “Tokyo Uragawa” under Yamiko so Seigi (Mental illness is justice), which focuses on self-harming girls as fetish objects.

TW, CW // drawn sh

Recently, he also wrote a long-article on his definition of Yamikawaii:

https://harajuku-pop.com/67775/

Still not sure where overseas people got “this is about mental health awareness” from, might be based on mistranslations because the word for mental health and illness is one in the same, and his definition is about glorifying mental illness. In fact, this is why he was banned from Tumblr because he kept posting other people’s self-harm photos to his aesthetic blog Menherabusu.

Next up: Made suicide baiting posts over his following decreasing in the hopes of getting attention, fans sent him photos of cute animals to cheer him up, and he decided to post about destroying the pictures.

Tbh, this list could go on forever as he does this kind of bs on an almost daily basis now, but apparently people don’t care enough to stop throwing money at him.

Meanwhile the Japanese community made a whole Wiki for tracking all of his drama considering how much it is by now.

https://ezabisumatome.wiki.fc2.com/

TW // mention of shotacon

Decided to nickname himself Shotabi, the name being a combination of Shotacon and Bisuko, while using nsfw anime edits of male child characters in sexual situations as decor for his selfies.

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝:

Is it ok to still like Menhera-chan?

𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫:

Sure, the problem is really only Ezaki himself and his increasing problematic remarks fueled by his ego, the manga is a lot older than him being like that.

Fun fact: Ezaki actually hates Menhera-chan because it's the only thing he ever gets approached for by the media, he constantly rants about this on Twitter. If you have noticed, he barely makes new MCH content anymore (unless he gets paid for it) and mainly reposts old artworks and fanart (without permission) instead because it's the only way he can still get attention as his other works, like the misogynist Manapisu, which is just him hating on women as "dumb wh*res" as a manga, flopped badly.

Just try to not fund his bs by buying new goods.

#menhera #menhera chan #bisuko ezaki #archived #yamikawaii

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genesis-quoi · 28 days

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WIPposting

He really hadn't meant to wander so long. He'd promised Tails he wouldn't leave him to fend for himself ever, let alone with a stranger who'd only recently graduated from enemy to acquaintance...

But he notices how innately comfortable they are in each other's presence despite both of their inherent distrust of the unknown. Maybe it was an islander thing? They'd technically all hailed from tropics, albeit some brought up more isolated than others.

The echidna sort of reminds him of his little brother in a way though; he'd seen them both once owlishly blinking at the smallest display of acknowledgement, almost as if they weren't quite used to it.

Both seemed to live their lives within the whispers of the trees he normally barreled through, finding the roar of the wind that followed behind him a much more fitting announcement of his presence.

But today he walks slowly, trying to be as respectful as Knuckles' fragile heritage demands with this bundle of sticks and twigs he'd collected for the fire in his arms that were probably older than all three of them combined.

He'd been the natural candidate, of course, when the flames they rested near began to flicker and dwindle, and while it was normally his responsibility to rekindle it in any way he could for Tails' sake, the darkness this time wasn't really all that bad, with the looming glow of the Master Emerald's shrine just up the hill.

That, and he still didn't really know his way around, seeing as how the first time he'd traversed Angel Island he didn't exactly have time to sightsee.

Knuckles points him in the correct direction though, but not after a stern warning to keep to the path and to not take more than what was needed, followed by a somewhat skittish reminder to "thank the trees" for their contribution, regarding them not unlike the way Tails would a tool he was particularly fond of.

In that sense, he'd watched as Tails nodded sagely, with all the wisdom he'd been born with.

"Oh don't worry, Sonic's never wasteful! I've seen him eat so many hot dogs off the ground, I swear-!"

He hadn't stuck around long enough to witness whatever expression that conjured, though he was sure from the way his little brother laughs as he left that the eyeroll was nothing short of legendary.

The echidna's faith in him remains a bit more underwhelming.

He understood the importance of as well as the respect demanded by the natural forces that sustained him, just as much if not more than anyone else.

But his parting words, while scathing to a degree, still melted his tough, weathered exterior to reveal something more tender and unavoidably naive beneath.

It's visible on the tiny notches he passes by, etched into thick and sprawling trunks like little more than old scars from a bygone time. He finds it in the withered flowers strewn about a felled tree's resting place, each of its many rings marked to track the time like wisdom from the only elder Knuckles ever knew.

He couldn't have been more than 13, and yet...until he'd entered the picture by accident, they were what little company Knuckles kept on this island.

#archived #sonic #sth #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #classic crew #these three mean everything to me

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shinigami-striker · 2 months

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Jak, Ratchet, & Sly Cooper (Manga) | Monday, 02.19.24

Which manga series do you prefer? Either from Jak & Daxter, Ratchet & Clank, or maybe Sly Cooper?

Jak & Daxter (?)

Ratchet & Clank Bang Bang Bang! Critical Danger of the Galaxy Legend (2005-2008)

Phantom Thief Sly Cooper (2005)

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satornine · 9 months

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snug as a bug on a drug

#*whf #we happy few #gamingedit #indie games #pc games #cozy gaming #*arthur #archived #☆

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southernsolarpunk · 4 months

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Original post:

#free palestine #palestine #archived #archeology #Middle East

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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you could do one where dylan responds to 75 questions from vogue in his house while he holds one of his twins who fell asleep in his arm ( i just saw cardi b one when she’s holding kulture and it was hella cute that’s why i was inspired ) and his house with reader is just so bohemian and colourful and there are so many toys ! we love a messy organized/clean house not like those celebrity museum 😭

The Vogue 75: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Summary: 3.5k wc, Dylan allows the crew at Vogue enter his home and meet the reader, his amazing wife y/n, and their precious kids, proud to show off this side of his life as he silently admired how blessed his life was.

Warnings: family dynamics I guess? That’s about it!

“Babe, what are you doing?” Dylan asked, amusement clear in his tone.

“Cleaning Dyl” y/n groaned, “they’re going to be here soon”.

Dylan laughed and wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

“You act like we’re some kind of chaotic household” he teases, kissing her cheek.

She smirks, “us? Chaos? Never!”

Dylan laughs, “see, there’s the spirit!”

She rolls her eyes, “Nate threw his peas everywhere though”.

Dylan suppresses a laugh but it doesn’t go unnoticed by y/n.

She steps out of his arms, turning to face him with her arms crossed over his chest.

He holds his hands up in defense, “I don’t know why he does that with you”.

“Mmhmm” she squints, “well since it’s so funny, you can clean them up while I get Avery dressed”.

Dylan laughs and nods, “fine, but then we’re done. The house is more clean than normal, we don’t need to make it look like we don’t actually live here”.

“Deal” she says, grabbing the fresh basket of laundry he finished moments ago.

“Aves hun, we need to change into regular clothes for daddy’s interview” y/n says, knocking on Avery’s doorframe to alert her of her presence.

The four year old grins at her mom and nods, “dress?”

Y/n smiles and kisses Avery’s head, “sure thing Aves. Which one?”

———

After getting Avery dressed and styling her hair in the way she wanted, y/n allowed Avery to return to playing with her toys.

“Dylan, have you seen Nate’s white socks? I only see his red ones here. I was planning on having him wear-“ y/n begins but stops when she sees Dylan had finished cleaning up the mess of peas on the floor from Nate’s lunch and dressed their two and a half year old.

Dylan smiles proudly up at y/n, “this is what you had planned right?”

She smiles back, walking over to her husband and son, giving them both a quick kiss, “yes, now both my boys are ready”.

Dylan blushes and picks Nate up to hold him, “seems the girls are too hmm?”

Y/n blushes as well but shakes her head as she laughs, “I’m still in my yoga pants and crop top Dylan”.

Dylan shrugs, looking at his son, “doesn’t momma look gorgeous?”

Nate coos and giggles, squirming in Dylan’s arm.

Y/n laughs and gives Dylan a kiss, “thanks handsome but I’m still changing into actual clothing and fixing my hair”.

Turning to Nate who is watching her intently, she smirks, “besides I think I have some peas in the bun”.

Nate turns his head to the side and babbles, making the couple laugh.

———

“That’s so exciting” the interviewer gushes, adjusting her seat on their couch in the living room, “what was the best part of that filming experience?”

As y/n quietly grabs a bowl of cheerios from the kitchen for Avery with Nate on her hip, Dylan’s face instantly breaks into a huge smile.

“I can truthfully say, as cheesy at it sounds, being able to be near my family and staying in our home was the best” he says, releasing a blissful sigh.

Y/n pauses her actions and smiles across the room, the kitchen island being the only barrier between the rooms.

Dylan winks and blows her a kiss, causing the cameraman to turn his camera towards y/n.

Y/n bites her lip and waves nervously with her free hand causing Dylan to smirk at the fact his wife still is just as awkward in these situations, happy fame hasn’t changed her in the slightest.

“This is your wife, yes?” The interviewer asks, causing Dylan to get up and walk over to y/n.

He helps y/n by taking Nate from her so she can get the cheerios poured into the bowl easier.

“Yes, this is the stunningly beautiful and insanely smart y/n y/l/n O’Brien. My wife and mother of our children” he gushes, blushing when he sees how everyone is looking at him.

Y/n smirks and giggles as he composes himself, kissing his cheek, “the charming Dylan O’Brien folks”.

She smiles and excuses herself to go to Avery.

———

The couple had decided not to force the kids to be in the interview unless they wanted to or happened to pass by or entered the room they were in.

They wanted it to be a normal day for them.

Therefore, most of the interview had passed before Avery showed herself to their guests.

She’d been content continuing her playing in her bedroom until y/n brought her a snack.

After finishing it, she wanted to put the dish away herself.

Well, mostly herself as y/n still needed to help her reach the sink and faucet.

Dylan was trying to get Nate to stop crying as he held him and tried to still answer the interviewer’s questions.

Y/n raised an eyebrow in his direction to silently ask what happened and if he needed help.

Dylan had a look in his eyes that told her he wanted to handle this.

Not just because the crew was there and cameras were on him.

Dylan always wanted to be the best father to both of their children and to him that meant being able to fix their fussy moods without his wife’s intervention.

While Nate behaved better for Dylan when it came to eating and bathing, he was more cooperative with y/n when it came to getting dressed and his play time.

It wasn’t as if he wasn’t wanting the other parent to do those things, but for some reason he just had these preferences.

Dylan respected them but wanted to ensure Nate saw he could help him with those things too.

Y/n had seen the look in Dylan’s eyes when he showed her how Nate let him dress him without much of a fight earlier.

That look was gone now as Dylan clearly struggled to keep his fussy son on his lap and calm.

———

As y/n lifted Avery to let her rinse her dish, she watched Dylan closely to see when she could intervene without Dylan getting the wrong idea.

She knew eventually he’d likely get it handled but he was in the middle of an interview, that’s where his focus should be.

But Dylan thought otherwise.

He didn’t care if he was working or not, his son was upset and he wanted to fix it.

He’d already ensured he didn’t need to be changed, tried to feed him or get him water, play with him, nothing.

Dylan tried to simply rock him in his arms to see if he was just really tired.

As y/n opened the dishwasher for Avery and bent lower so she could place her bowl, she heard Dylan sigh.

“Babe, I think he wants you. I can't get him to stop crying “ Dylan said, trying to hide his disappointment with a soft laugh.

"Did you try his flamingo?" Y/n asked kindly, setting Avery on her feet and letting her run off to the toy shelf in the living room.

“Yes, his favorite one too, the one with the hat, he just pouted and dropped it before crying again” Dylan said, wiping the tears off his sons face before moving to hand him to y/n.

She shook her head so softly only Dylan could see it and tickled Nate, "Ahh, that's right little one... you can’t expect your daddy to know you don’t want the flamingo with the hat anymore”.

Dylan frowned and scrunched his eyes in surprise and guilt; how did he not know that it had changed?

When did it change?

Had he been giving Nate the wrong one for days and not knowing?

Y/n noticed Dylan’s silence and smiled at her boys, kissing both of their cheeks before walking to where the correct one was.

“ ‘member Nate? Daddy was showering when you decided just this morning that your new favorite was the flamingo with the glasses" she added, grabbing the appropriate stuffed flamingo from the floor.

Dylan let out a sigh of relief, it hadn’t been long.

He had no way of knowing of this change yet.

Y/n smiled and walked back to her boys, Avery on her heels.

“Here ya go Dyl, that should fix this one’s fussy state” she said, tapping Nate’s nose softly.

“Ahh, thank you love. Is this the one you want now? Hmm? Secretly changed your favorite flamingo on me?” He asked, a genuine laugh following.

Y/n smiled and lifted Avery as the little girl raised her arms up towards her.

Dylan scooted over on the couch, signaling for his wife and daughter to join him and Nate.

Y/n obliged and snuggled into his side.

Dylan wrapped one arm around y/N’s waist, the other supporting Nate as he snuggled his latest favorite stuffed flamingo toy.

Avery smiled at her dad before moving from her mom’s lap to join her brother on Dylan’s.

Dylan kissed Avery’s forehead and smiled, tugging y/n closer to him.

After letting the family have a moment, the interviewer kindly turned them back to the interview.

“How many flamingo stuffed animals do you have?!” She laughed lightly.

———

Y/n laughs and bites her lip as Dylan blushes, looking around the room.

She’d planned on picking the toys up last night but forgot and if Dylan was already trying to keep her from even cleaning up the mess from lunch, she wasn’t going to push it and put the toys away.

Plus, she hoped they’d keep the kids busy and out of Dylan’s hair for the interview.

Dylan rubbed his neck as he laughed, counting the various stuffed flamingos he could currently see, "at least eight?"

“Eight? Is there a reason they’re all flamingos?” She asked, making Dylan’s face brighter.

Dylan hid his face in his wife’s neck as if he was a child himself, his facial hair tickling her skin.

“We were in Florida when Nate got to watch his dad work on set for the first time” y/n explained, smiling at her family.

Avery’s eyes lit up as she watched her mom retell the story.

“Avery had seen his previous set but both kids fell in love with the beach set in Florida. They had Dyl actually on the beach one day and it was really nice, the kids got to play in the sand with him between takes” y/n recalled.

“These two take after their mom in how much they love the beach” Dylan whispered, his head resting on y/N’s shoulder but his face no longer hidden.

Y/n blushed, “Avery fell in love with the seagulls, hence-“ she said, pointing towards the fake nest resting next to the toy boy, a family of stuffed seagulls in it.

Avery giggled and nodded her head making Dylan smile and tickle her so she kept laughing.

“Whereas Nate adored the flamingos” y/n finished, shrugging.

———

“And they clearly have very supportive parents who let them enjoy these things and care about their interests” the interviewer complimented.

“Y/n may keep a list on her phone of their latest likes and dislikes to help us keep up” Dylan admits, kissing y/N’s cheek in appreciation.

Y/n blushed but turned the conversation back to Dylan, after all, the interview was on him.

“Speaking of the flamingos though, both the one with a hat that used to be his favorite, and the one with glasses that is his newest favorite, were gifts from Dylan” she smirked.

“The same goes for Avery’s favorite doll” she added as Dylan watched her in surprise.

He hadn’t even realized that.

It meant a lot to him that his kids chose his gifts as their favorites.

Especially Avery’s, as she was very independent like her mother and would often pick her own toys.

So the idea that one her dad picked for her instead, made his heart soar.

———

“They certainly seem to adore you Dylan” the interviewer agrees, making Dylan look at the kids in his lap who were now both content in his arms.

“They always have, which is why I can now go make dinner” y/n jokes, excusing herself now that the kids were occupied and safe.

“Now that they’re older, do your wife and kids travel with you when you need to film in another location?” The interviewer asks.

Dylan smiles over at his wife as she starts quietly setting up her cook station.

“They do yes. I’m beyond blessed in that y/n’s scheduled allows her to travel so freely and that she’s willing to help wrangle these two on the plane rides” Dylan says, admiring the two tiny humans on his lap.

“They’re not that bad on the plane Dylan” y/n teasingly scolds, shaking her head.

“But yeah, I get to have my perfect little family with me. I wouldn’t do it otherwise” he admits, blushing again.

“However, I do prefer us working local as we can be in our own home and relax more, it’s our space that’s tailored to just our family” he explains, eyes glancing around at the random assembly of plants, photos, toys, and blankets everywhere.

“Do you mind if we get some shots of the house itself before we go?” The interviewer asks, signaling to the cameraman.

Although they’d discussed it already, Dylan makes eye contact with y/n to double check, only for her to nod and smile.

———

“Ooh I can show our bell!” Avery gasps, slipping off Dylan’s lap and running to the front door.

“Wait up Ave!” Dylan calls, laughing.

“The bell?” The interviewer asks quietly.

“The doorbell, she loves the sound it makes” Dylan smirks, following his four year old.

“Nay-nay want to help them see?” Avery asks, looking at the boy in Dylan’s arms.

Although undoubtedly having little to no idea what she was saying, Nate claps his hands loudly.

Dylan sets Nate down so he can walk next to his sister and he smiles over at you, hoping you saw the sweet sibling interaction; which you did.

He leads his children into the front yard, the vogue crew following and closing the door behind them.

Dylan gets out his phone to record the scene himself so you can watch it after dinner.

———

“Ready?” Avery encourages Nate, carefully lifting him so he can push the button himself.

Dylan smiles to himself as he records his daughter being so supportive to his son and helping him press the “magical” doorbell.

It was simply a regular doorbell that they’d connected to their Ring camera higher up on the wall.

It was y/N’s idea as last year for months, little three year old Avery had pouted about not being able to ring it herself without being held.

It occurred then to Dylan his daughter knew Nate was too short to do that alone yet so she was helping him get to experience the thrill she seemed to feel when pushing it.

The chimes for that lower doorbell were specifically programmed to make the instrumental sound of her favorite Princess film theme song and always made her smile.

Dylan bit his lip as he thought about how they might need to now figure out a song that worked for both kids or somehow add a third button to their door.

However, when Nate was set back down, he noticed Avery grinning as Nate just stood waiting for someone to open the door.

Dylan chuckled and let out a sigh of relief before complimenting Avery on how she handled the situation and scooping Nate back up.

“You did that so well angel, do you want to show our guests the tour of the house?” He suggested, pleased with the glowing eyes that reminded him of y/N’s staring back at him.

———

Dylan watched peacefully as his oldest lead the crew around their home.

He laughed when he noticed she was explaining the rooms by saying what the family did in them.

For example, the family room was now called the “watching tv and playing games” room.

As they entered the kitchen, seeing the camera on Avery, he snuck the chance to kiss his wife as she cooked.

“Is it going okay?” Y/n whispered as Avery described the kitchen as their “food and dish room”.

“Absolutely. I know I say it often, but thank you for our perfect little family and letting me share them with the world “ Dylan whispered, holding Nate closer to him.

Y/n blushed, “as long as the public doesn’t say anything about the kids, I have no problem showing off our life”.

“I won’t allow that y/n/n, you and the kids have my word” he assures her, squeezing her waist with his hand that wasn’t on Nate.

She nods, “I know Dylan, now go finish so we can eat”.

“We actually are finished now” the backup cameraman spoke, turning the second camera towards the family and off of their photo on the wall.

“We just have to do your outro” the interviewer agreed.

“Come here Avey dear” Dylan encourages, bending down to pick her up.

“Here, let me hold Nate” y/n offers, wiping her hands on the cloth rag on the counter.

Nate babbles as he snuggles into his mom’s side and Dylan wraps one arm behind her, the other holding Avery to his other side.

“Ave, Nate, can I have some help?” He asked, having trained them on it so he could include them.

Avery nods and smiles up at her Dylan and Nate sucks on his thumb quietly, making y/n shrug.

Dylan grins and nods once, “alright”.

“I am Dylan O’Brien” he says, grinning so wide y/n is sure his lips will split, “and this was…”

“The voooogggg seveny fwive “ Avery says, nervously.

Nate babbles and claps his hands, making both parents smile at each other and their kids.

“Annnd cuuutt! That was so adorable, thank you all for letting us invade your space today” the interviewer thanks.

“Of course, and please don’t feel you need to rush out, you are welcome to stay for dinner if you’d like” y/n says, Dylan admiring how sweet and accommodating she is even though she has been working so much this week.

“That’s very kind, thank you. But, we have a long drive back to town, so we should head out now. Thank you again” the interviewer responds.

Dylan smiles and happily guides them to the door, pleased he will now get time with just his family and no more cameras.

———

As he turns back around, he pauses to watch the love of his life, his wife y/n, and her only competitions, his children Avery and Nate, as she holds one kid on each hip.

He smiles to himself as he snaps a photo on his phone, needing to use it for a new Lock Screen.

Alright, now, no more cameras.

“Want me to get them sat up to the table or want me to dish us all up?” Dylan asks faintly, not wanting to break the calm.

Before y/n can respond, he shakes his head and laughs.

“What am I thinking?” He scolds himself softly, “you cooked, I’ve got both tasks”.

“Dyl-“ she argues as he gently takes the kids into his arms.

“Ah, ah, shhh” he smiles, “I’m doing this small thing for my lovely family”.

Y/n blushes and accepts his token of appreciation and love as she follows him to their dining room.

Dylan sets both kids in their respective seats, ensuring they’re secure.

He winks at y/n, “you know, there’s an extra seat still”.

Y/n hummed and smirked, “not for long”.

Dylan sputtered and nearly fell over in his attempt to face her again when she interrupted his departure.

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Dylan slowly, as if moving too fast would somehow make it turn out to be a joke, walked to y/n and knelt beside her.

“Really?“ he whispered softly, his soft eyes dotted with tears.

“Oh Dyl” she coos, cupping his face, “yes, really”.

Dylan smiles and shakes his head in disbelief, his watery eyes now fully crying.

“Daddy?” Avery asks worriedly.

Dylan sniffles and raises to a squatting position to she can kiss y/N’s lips, cheeks, and nose.

“I’m okay Aves” he promises, the loving tone shining through in his voice, “I’m more than okay”.

Y/n goes to give Dylan another kiss as he rests his hand on her barely existent latest baby bump but Nate babbles loudly.

Dylan and y/n laugh and smile at each other.

“Even more of a reason you should be resting!” He reprimands suddenly, a smile still present on his lips as he turns to get their dinners.

Dylan couldn’t be happier or imagine his life with anyone else, anywhere else.

He was honest when he said he’d give up his career for his family.

He was just fortunate that his wife didn’t seem to mind the chaos it brought them.

He didn’t stop smiling as he dished each plate and cut up the food into smaller pieces for the kids.

Soon there will be three dishes to do that with he thought, his smile growing until it physically hurt; not that he minded.

Dylan O’Brien Taglist: (last round) @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @directioner5life

Dylan is being added to the archived list so you can still see these works but I won’t be accepting requests for him anymore.

#dylan obrien x y/n #dylan obrien x you #dylan obrien x reader #dylan o’brien x y/n #dylan o’brien x you #dylan o’brien x reader #dylan obrien #dylan o'brien #jahayla parker #my works #my writing #archived

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archivedinc · 2 years

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Archived photoshoot at Maxfield LA exhibition "Furnished Room"

#archived #archive fashion #rick owens #raf simons #helmut lang #number nine #dior homme #issey miyake

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sailor-rowling · 7 months

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JK Rowling is a rich woman – but if she had a penny for every cancellation attempt levelled at her, she’d be an even richer one. A Comic Con in Newham had planned to host a panel from the West End play Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, but cancelled the event after complaints from LGBT+ organisation Switchboard.

For some trans activists, Rowling doesn’t even have to be in the vicinity to cause emotional distress. In fact, it seems the very presence of she-who-must-not-be-named’s “intellectual property” was enough to make Switchboard concerned about “the potential impact on our community, particularly trans individuals”. MCM Comic Con announced that it had cancelled the panel, despite describing the event as an opportunity “to hear from the production team working behind the scenes”. So potent is Rowling’s power to offend, that even stage managers working on adaptations of her work are too tainted for trans activists.

But what MCM Comic Con and other similarly spineless organisations fail to recognise, is that public support is firmly behind the Potter creator. A recent poll of readers conducted by Amazon found that Rowling’s first novel – Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone – had one of the top five greatest opening lines of all time. It’s no secret that the Potter books are the best-selling fantasy series, having sold over 500 million worldwide and published in over 85 languages. Harry Potter is the The Little Prince of my generation – Rowling’s imagination continues to be an entry point for many young book lovers.

In fact, it’s worth asking whether Switchboard and others are genuine when they claim that simply being near anything related to Rowling might be harmful to their “community”. What happens when a co-worker turns up with a Hogwarts mug? Should copies of The Goblet of Fire be banned from the tube, lest “trans individuals” feel unsafe? Halloween is round the corner – how will these individuals fare on streets filled with wands, wizard hats and toddlers with fake scars on their foreheads?

Most of us know the truth – that there are very few trans individuals who feel threatened by Rowling or her work, or indeed agree with the characterisation of Rowling as a transphobic bigot. The author has responded to this emotive, heated debate with respect and calmness. It is wholly unfair for Potter brats like Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson, or organisations like Switchboard, to seek to condemn Rowling in the name of the trans community.

JK Rowling is the woman who can't be cancelled

#jk rowling #j.k. rowling #jkr #pro jkr #archived

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karamazovapologist · 2 months

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Between the desolate earth and the colorless sky appeared an image of the ungrateful world in which, for the first time, he came to himself at last. On this earth, restored to the despair of innocence, a traveler lost in a primitive world, he regained contact, and with his fist pressed to his chest, his face flattened against the glass, he calculated his hunger for himself and for the certainty of the splendors dormant within him. He wanted to crush himself into that mud, to re-enter the earth by immersing himself in that clay, to stand on that limitless plain covered with dirt, stretching his arms to the sooty sponge of the sky, as though confronting the superb and despairing symbol of life itself, to affirm his solidarity with the world at its worst, to declare himself life's accomplice even in its thanklessness and its filth.

Albert Camus, A Happy Death (tr. Richard Howard, p. 75)

#albert camus #a happy death #camus a happy death #archived #long #short #<- last sentence #life fuel #perspective #redivivus #away away

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b-courageous1010 · 1 year

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Being more active 🧘🏾‍♀️

Stretching for wellness