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mizz-sea-nymph · 2 months

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Attention: if you are not @hebemina then I advise you don’t respond to this cause just by that you’ll embarrass yourself by proving my points and being literal proof.

Id like to say that me and her where friends but during the time we where friends she had her weird moments and her alright moments especially when we first met, it wasn’t her acting like the adult it was me, funnily enough I started referring to her as a sister cause that’s what I do when I worry about how a person views me, it was clear I was uncomfortable and got my friend who remember the first encounter and how I reacted to this ask a while back, hell I even asked them how to respond to the ask cause I was in such a panic. When looking at it, I’m genuinely disgusted how she didn’t even apologise or better herself, everyone keeps saying she’s better but she isn’t and it’s really sad how harmful it is especially to the people she spoke with that she made uncomfortable.

(She was drunk and I was mortified and didn’t even know how to respond so I danced around it I’ll admit that but thing is she didn’t even apologize)

Now it’s hard to show this from the past cause of personal stuff but since some people already know about it I guess I just gotta grow some balls. I’m showing this from the past cause I came across it a while ago and got disgusted, I was a child and I was mortified so much so I asked my friends how to respond to it and was so ashamed and embarssed I thought I deleted this but luckily didn’t cause one can realize how horrid this is. What’s funny is a DECENT AND SENSITIVE AND CARING PERSON would apologise! You never apologized Mina! and this wasn’t the first time you got weird with me! Seriously! Atleast have the decency to say sorry! But not just this you’ve many times turned our platonic and happy convos to something straight up weird, I ended up deleting many on my blog cause of unlike you I feel embarrassed!

I went through a hard year and having someone like this disturb me online was the icing on the cake but of course I was too embarssed and scared to say anything about it cause I feared I’d be yelled at, by your followers, yeah allot of you made me not even want to stand up for myself and say “what you are doing is rubbing me the wrong way” despite her knowing my age, and despite me reminding her constantly at that time I kept saying “haha I’m in high school”. So to the people reading this, dont make her seem like she Dosent know the age of her followers cause she lurks, she lurks around even accounts she has now ignored just cause said acount has a different opinion then her.

Thought I didn’t notice? I easily noticed how you and @hanaiikiki or whatever TF her name is now stopped talking to me as a whole and started ignoring my existence, even when I was geniunely trying to be nice etc, you stopped when I voiced my opinion about Loki, Hana going as far as telling people she Dosent know me (girl I got ears everywhere, when I heard this I was shocked cause I thought we where good!) despite me clearly stating as a continuation I don’t care what anyone likes and Dosent like it’s the VICTIM BLAMING, that’s wrong and also rly weird. So I don’t understand why both of you would let a fictional character come between a nice mutual friendship, especially you Hana I geniunely liked talking to you I liked talking mythology and liked sending you asks, you where really nice and kind with me and didn’t weird me out like Mina but it’s clear you have no self identity what so ever. But of course, no worries! I have no need for you! I know who my people are and aren’t and you aren’t one of em that’s for sure. As for Mina, yeesh girl yeesh that’s all I got when it comes to this, cause again no self respect self shame or friendship is magic in this case, but then again you’re no use of me either so I’ll say I’m glad you don’t speak to me anymore cause you creeped me out many times :)

just cause someone hides behind a cute kind persona dose not always mean that’s what they are on the inside dishonesty is sm. I’m honestly so dissapointed so many here defend her and say she’s changed instead of her saying she has, let her speak for herself if she’s so much so as the adult she claims to be.Let her speak cause I’m amazed how everyone walks eggshells around her cause she’s “sensitive” that is a insult to sensitive people as a whole.

I’m not going to mention who cause I want them to rest easy cause they are dear to me and what they experienced today breaks my heart they’re so sweet and didn’t deserve any of this, but when Mina apologized to them, Mina used the excuse of “I didn’t know you where a minor” despite her MENTONING THEIR AGE! Everyone knows people that know what they’re doing use that excuse, they lie, they will always go with this excuse, don’t get offended and stop reading now Mina I ain’t calling you a pedo, I’m calling you a dumbass, a real big dumbass as a whole for that shit apology and excuse. A victim of harassment Dosent deserve this, and a “sorry” dose not make up for the trauma the victim suffered let alone this type of “sorry”.

(I’m covering the name cause I rly feel bad for who experienced this and believe the poor thing has experienced enough today of all days like good god I don’t even want anyone to comfort me I’m fine! Just show some support and love to this victim cause good god)

there’s a line with senstivity and irresponsibility, and if it weren’t for me sending a respectful i REPEAT a respectful I’m a respectful person that’s how my mama raised me, anon ask saying you shouldn’t interact with minors much cause they’re easy to influenced and they see what you post easily etc etc, the useless “minors do not interact” wouldn’t be there. Oh and it’s hilarious how you have it there and still interact with said minors? Sweetie? It’s not there for show! Lotus? Heldril? Goddamm new comers? Children copy and children get affected! And you’ve clearly traumatized and affected a bunch! If you’re a so called elderly care giver you should know how to care for others that aren’t just you, make it make sense!

Oh and let’s not leave this out the cake. It’s funny how you talk about masturbating in public and how you vent in public, letting literally people who are younger than you be your therapist, or witness you sexting IN PUBLIC keep it in the dms woman! have so shame! This isn’t red lobster you embarrassing yourself! I ain’t slut shaming you cause I’m the queen of sluts, I’ve been called a slut for years and I didn’t even know about it so don’t think I’m slut shaming you. But really How wonderful really! A nurse! Who gose through the struggle of whipping elderly asses for a living! Doesn’t go to a therapist and relays on people decades younger than her! Get a damm therapist! Be ashamed! Seriously take some responsibility!

Not to mention I still remember how people expressed geniune concern for you and you milked it and said “see you on the other side” who says that! I was one of those people! I actually worried? But I woke up and realized what the fuck is this? Are you serious??? Some of these people who are worried for you are younger by years?? Some even minors?! Get a grip??! Where’s the responsibility?? It’d be better to write about your horny thoughts on a blog strictly for NSFW! I deadass told you to in the anon ask cause you need to be responsible! And dont you dare post a “im sorry 🥺” post! I know your type and I know them well! Just by that post where you explained yourself about the whole issue of you saying you want to make out with a minor, says allot. You didn’t address the issue! You just said it’s okay to hate you! You didn’t even defend yourself! Well for one Mina, I don’t hate you, I just hate the way you act,behave and your personality as a whole because that “sorry” will never cut the anxiety and horrible memory as a whole, be ashamed a bit, it’s not funny to make everything sexual and as a adult you should understand that.

What you did to those mods and roleplayers? I’m still speechless and have Vietnam flashbacks when it comes to the public sexting good god, atleast as if it’s okay to do NSFW and sent a literal pic of you bust? I know dirty I’m the QUEEN of dirty that hand on your top pulling the shirt a little lower shocked me so much my eyebrows left to Saturn and had a baby with the planet! I’ve got eyebrow planet grandkids now that’s how shocked I was. Not to mention the mod was 19 you are literally a decade older girl- tf is this lore Olympus? I know you like lore Olympus but girl lore Olympus is lowkey shit no offence. Honestly no wonder the mod stopped roleplaying and deleted the acounts cause good god girl- atleast have the decency to ask?

It’s really funny! Just a big joke really!

I for one was a friend with yo!u until I realized your true colors, I’m disappointed and consider this pathetic. I used to think you were nice and kind but I was met with dissapointment you genuinely disappointed me, hurt me and not only me but many others, don’t beat yourself about it just accept the fact that you did and just remove yourself from said minors and ACTUALLY BE RESPONSIBLE, before you hurt even more people.

As for the ones reading this,

You all know me and I’m pretty sure this is shocking seeing me a person here on tumblr call out the so called sweet Mina but honestly, people! nobodies perfect! Are you kidding me?? Get it through your skulls! She isn’t perfect and I’m not saying to hate her I’m saying to stop treating her like a child! when actual children here are being harmed! I’ve seen minors on here who deadass have been affected by her! And nobody I say nobody! don’t you dare say she didn’t know what she was doing that’s a insult to the victims and disgusting in general.

Also it’s not the ror fandom that’s changing, this has nothing to do with ror, to anyone reading this know this, it’s the Mina fandom that’s changing, not the ror fandom I’ve been in the ror community long before her and if sm was changing I’d know.

I’m deadass saying this despite me being a decade younger then Mina, I’m not saying this as a friend, not as a friend cause I don’t see you as that anymore and will never will ever again, im saying this as a person who’s going to be honest with you,

Keep it real

Enough of this self cantered,narcissistic ,immature, shameful,irresponsible and selfish behavior, you should be able to expect opinions like this, stop hiding behind your followers and say what you have in mind Mina and DONT dance around the issue, I read your “apology” post when the Heldirl issue raised to light, you didn’t even talk about the issue in hand, you just said it’s okay to hate you! Three paragraphs!! don’t dance around this, and you know what, Don’t even respond if you plan on doing that, cause that just proves the point.

Just know I don’t respect you not just cause of you being weird in the past with me but also with others specifically others I care about, so don’t come crying to me cause I geniunely don’t care I know these types of etiquettes, a sorry will never cut shit like I said so call me a cruel bitch idc ig it’s fair 🤷🏻‍♀️ just know I DONT respect you one bit,good day.

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@amphitriteswife @tinyy-tea-cup @mono-supports-palestine @praisethesuuun @riseofamoonycake @brokensenseofhumor @monstertreden @heldril @lotusmybeloved @nicasdreamer @ idk

idk who tf else to tag aaaa 💀 but yeah that’s my take on all of this respect me hate me I don’t care I rather be hated for who tf I am then who I pretend to be and who I am is a person to keeps it real 🤨

#ror #snv #idk what to tag 🧍‍♀️

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gale-gentlepenguin · 3 years

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Gale reviews: ML Season 4 episode 18 Wishmaker

-So basically career day for students. But there is like a fair for it.

-Chloé says she is rich and that it doesnt matter.

-Adrien has a crisis over what he wants to do. Confirmed that adrien only models because his dad asked him to.

-Adrien saying that Ladybug will eventually replace him... ( Oh hi rocketear, Optigami and Sentibubbler. The angst is still there

-Plagg being more successful cheering adrien up.

-Marinette felt sure until her kwami started questioning her purpose.

-So she goes to the Fair and Alec proves he is litterally an awful human being.

-Andre getting roasted! XD

-Well gotta give points for Andre the ice cream man. He really believes he has value.

-Andre just DECIMATED ALEC! WOW. I respect the Ice cream man now. i gotta move him off the list.

-Andre backstory revealed.

-Well Luka's voice got deeper in the english dub.

-Luka is an instrument maker? You know what that makes sense. Side note... He is like 15 right? Boy already has a career making instruments...

-Well this platonic Lukanette sure is interesting. He actually makes a decent Tikki. Maybe if he was a kwami it would be better

-Alec swinging in with a guitar app to roast Luka. Points on that one but My bet is it doesnt work

-Oh! Luka pulls out the Violin. So this was how it was confirmed

-OH MY KWAMI THE CRINGE OF THAT MONOLOGUE! But yea, Luka is right tho.

-And Alec showing cracks in the persona.

-Marinette impressed with Luka for a moment and Luka just like "Oh Adrien is right there."

-So now we get to Sad adrien

-This episode is sending mixed signals. I dont like it.

-Also Adrien's fear is legit

-Oh wow Lukadrinette moment. Is this going to be their version of loveater?

-Luka is basically the Andre of Music.

-Okay so he is listening to both.

-And he plays the violin. Well this was nice

-Alec just keeps taking the L's today. Point is if you are doing what you love, you cant let others shame you for loving it.

-Alec just had a breakdown. Dude... please give him a hug

-Shadowmoth you are doing that same s*** to your son

-PEOPLE! DONT JUST STAND THERE AND LET HIM GET AKUMATIZED!

-Wishmaker looks cool.

-A MAN TURNED INTO SANTA

-JAGGED'S CHILDHOOD DREAM WAS TO BE A CROCODILE. UNLESS SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAPPENS. This is amazing!

-GIANT ROBOT DREAM!

-Luka really prominent in this episode. I am on the fence on this

-Croc jagged doesnt know how to swim

-Chat noir takes down the robot.

-FIREMAN COWBOY!

-Someone wanted to be a cucumber... He got turned into a cucumber... That is the funniest s*** I have ever seen.

-Okay so the phrasing is Chat noir was confused on why Ladybug would get revealed if she got hit. Marinette admits to wanting to be the knitting fairy.

-Chat noir confessing he had no idea what he wanted to be. Just realized Chat noir really hasnt been making any jokes so far... Okay I am NOW CONCERNED

-Luka CHILLING WITH his crocodile dad is hilarious. "Dad Crocodiles know how to swim." "I didnt know that as a kid" DID THEY JUST EXPLAIN A PLOTHOLE AWAY!

-Viperion appears.

-I am getting a very bad feeling about this.

-OOO! They added sparks to the transformation. Cool.

-Wishmaker making a convincing arguement.

-Oh Luka screwed up

-And... Marinette just got exposed... Also the costume is adorable! But Luka knowing when it was his fault... WHAT THE FRIG?!

-AND LUKA NOW KNOWS ADRIENS IDENTITY!

-Also Adrien... sweetie. You deserve better than that dream

-So senti-adrien theory might hold more water than we thought.

-I am just gonna say it. Viperion... You SUCK TODAY.

-Luka outright LYING to Ladybug. HE KNOWS BOTH OF THEIR IDENTITES

-DINO HUGGIE!!! ITS LIKE A CAREBEAR BUT BETTER!

-And thats how they win.

-Wishmaker charm looks cool.

-Alec decides to make a new show.

-Dude... Luka F***ING LIED! Like I get why but... oh Kwami I have thoughts

-So no cap. ALEC'S new costume is amazing!

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Luka knowing BOTH OF THEIR IDENTITIES?! WHAT THE F***

I am pissed for both of my children.

Marinette put her trust in Luka and when she asked if he knew HE LIED TO HER. He basically knows who she is and thats a danger she cant predict. Luka doesnt have an akuma charm! Luka is a danger to her. HE SHOULD HAVE TOLD HER! WHAT HAPPENED TO HONESTY?! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TRUTH MATTERS?! THIS ISNT A MATTER OF FEELINGS LUKA! THIS IS A MATTER THAT IS CONCERNING!

And Adrien. Adrien has yet to tell anyone his identity. And the first person to find out is someone he never told? This is even worse because LAST EPISODE! Adrien found out about Carapace and Rena Rouge. His faith in secret identities is going to be shattered.

Despite my emotions.

8/10

I am still iffy on him knowing tho

#ml #ml spoilers #WISHMAKER #I HAVE THOUGHTS #GALE REVIEWS

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heyheydidjaknow · 3 years

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I do not have a decent title for this. I’m also not even going to bother with an image (even though I know it would generate more traffic) because I’m not going to steal someone’s shit. It’s about 3500 words, so have fun with that.

Chapter 1

Dying is not fun.

I do not know if you knew that until last night. Maybe you figured that since it was romanticized so much that it would not suck as much as it so clearly and obviously did. Maybe you dreamed of dying relatively peacefully, surrounded by your loved ones. Alas, those dreams were dashed last night when you, oh so wise Y/N, decided that you were going to try baking and forgot the most essential step; taking the thing out of the oven. You remember that night so clearly, the screams of your family begging for their lives still bouncing around in your ears like a torturous golf ball that made a habit of forcing itself into your throat, the feeling of your hair catching alight as your skin bubbled and charred, and rational thought became a foreign concept. You do not remember if you had died from a heart attack or hyperthermia or smoke inhalation, but you had a general idea that, yes, that night had been your last on Earth.

So, where the fuck are you?

You pull yourself into a sitting position, your back pressed against something hard as your eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness. The air smells like rotten food and exhaust engines as you pull yourself off the concrete, looking around the alleyway that you had found yourself in. It’s small, narrow, unremarkable in every way, with graffiti covered dumpsters near the entrance. Dazed, confused, generally out of sorts, you make your way to the entrance, patting yourself down for injuries you did not seem to have.

You rub the side of your face with your hand. ‘My head is killing me.’ You slip your hand into your jacket pocket, feeling a key and a piece of paper. ‘God damn it is cold in this alley.’ You zip up your jacket, walking out into the open as you pull the note out, beginning to read.

“Dear Y/N,” you mumble as you read, “we are pleased to inform you of your acceptance into our transference program, yadda yadda yadda, whoopdeedoo…” You skim ahead of some introductory jargon before getting near to the point of the note. “From this point forward, enjoy your permanent residence at ten West.. fifteenth street… apartment number six two two… New York, New York?” You blink. ‘I… that’s not my address.’ You pull out the key. ‘Wait, hold on.’ Your eyebrows furrowed. ‘New York? Wait, I was dead, wasn’t I?’ Your eyes become unfocused. ‘I don’t live anywhere near NYC. Where am I?’ You look around for some sort of landmark, street name, anything to give you some idea of where you are.

You hear a car squeal to a stop on the street corner in front of you, snapping you out of your stupor. As identical men start climbing out of the back of the vehicle, all marching deliberately towards you, a fifteen-year-old girl, your immediate reaction is to run like hell. Unfortunately for you, apparently your speed was not comparable to that of the men who quickly apprehend you, scooping you up and dragging you kicking and screaming into a van. You hear vaguely familiar voices outside, but your focus is less on the mayhem and more on the more pressing matter of getting yourself out of the van. You pound at the door, feel for any sort of locks on the inside, something, anything to get you out of the van, still screaming your head off as you hope whoever was outside had the common sense to call nine one one. You feel your eyelids droop as your breathing slows, your voice dying as your pounding becomes less intense. You slide to you knees, eyes closing even as you mentally scream at yourself to get up, keep at it. You passed out.

You wake up laid on the floor this time, the pulsing of electricity above your head almost soothing as you open your eyes. You stagger to your feet, looking around your well-lit enclosure, pink florescent lights lining the ceiling and walls like arteries. After taking note of your new bruises and checking to see if you still have your few personal belongings—you do—you ran over to the door, eyes fixated on the mind boggling, ridiculous scene taking place in front of you.

‘Oh, for fuck’s sake.’ You back away from the slot in the door, trying to process the blatant larping headassery. You had not thought that you would honestly be able to say that, apparently, you were kidnapped by the mother fucking Kraang, yet, in some stroke of tomfuckery on behalf of whatever deity controls your universe, you have, obviously, been kidnapped by some seriously hardcore cosplayers. If nothing else, you must admire the obviously advanced set up.

You run your fingers through your hair, chuckling almost manically. “So,” you say to yourself aloud, “I got kidnapped by TMNT fanboys. Great. Fantastic, even!” You pace around the room, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “I guess this makes me April O'Neil, then? Cool.” Your voice is extremely tight as you shake with intense, mostly negative emotions. “So, I’m somewhere in New York, kidnapped by the Kraang in the worst convention ever. Let me guess,” you laugh, losing your mind a little as you speak to nobody. “I’m gonna have a run in with the Teenage Fucking Ninja Turtles next, right?”

As if on que, you hear laser blasts and shinking metal. The high pitched beeping on an alarm sounded as you heard people—‘Male, teenagers… fuck my life,’— talking about power or something as their footsteps approach your room. You pound on the door. “Hey! Over here!”

You see a brown set of eyes look in through the window. Your suspicions are confirmed; ‘Definitely TMNT larping.’

“We found her,” the owner of said eyes, the one cosplaying as Donatello, calls to the others. Lasers shoot by his head as he turns to stare death in the eyes.

“We’ll hold them off. You pick the lock.” ‘Leonardo.’ You breathe a soft sigh of relief; if nothing else, you are apparently on the side of the people trying to get you out in this game. You hear footsteps going towards the firing.

“Don’t worry,” “Donatello” reassures you, voice tight with apparent anxiety, “I’ll have you out of there in a second!”

“Thanks, Donnie.” You give him a half-hearted thumbs up, trying to see what he was doing through the window. “Take your time.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Wait, how do you know my name?”

You sigh. “Look, man, I don’t know the script for the first episode by heart. You’re gonna have to cut me some slack for not being off-book.”

“Off—what?” He stares at you blankly.

You purse your lips. “I’ll explain if you let me out,” you promise. “Just pick the lock before the blue one gives you shit.”

“Oh, right! The lock!” He nods, grasping onto the logical thing you say and leaning down to start working on the alien technology. He pulls the cover off a control panel by your door, starting to fiddle with the wires.

You lean against the door, watching him work curiously. You hear the battle cries of “Michelangelo” and the toppling of robots as he works, clearly focused on his task. You zone out again. “This is some serious shit,” you mumble.

He mutters in frustration. The one dressed as Raph marches over, more impatient. “Oh for the love of—get out of my way,” he snarls, proceeding to take a very real looking sai out and stabbing the panel with a very in-character ferocity. You almost feel the urge to applaud the acting, and you might if this weren’t such a high stakes situation.

The door in front of you and behind you open at the same time and, deciding against getting captured again—you remember something about hanging from a helicopter in that scenario and you want nothing to do with that—you run alongside the turtles like your life depends on it, stumbling to a halt once you reach outside and slamming the doors closed behind you, blocking it with your back.

Your feet scramble to gain some traction on the cement. “Donnie,” you snap, almost impressed by the force used to pound against the doors, “put your staff in the handles of the door. We gotta go ASAP.”

“Wait, hold up.” The one dressed as Raph jabs his thumb towards you. “How do you know his name?”

You groan. “For fucks- it’s Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, not fucking Happy Sugar Life. Get the thing in the thing before the vine thing kills us!”

“The what?” Donnie and Raph seem much more confused than before, staring at you inquisitively and angrily respectively.

“Uh, guys?” Mikey pointed. “I think she means that vine thing.”

From the shadows emerges a towering creature made of plant life, its vinelike limbs draping across the ground like roots as it rears its ugly head. Its exposed, pulsating heart pressed against what remains of the creature’s ribcage. “You did this to me,” It growls. “Now you’re going to pay!”

“It’s-“

You cut Leo off. “Snake guy. Mutated into a weed. If you wanna kill it, go for the heart.”

He looked back at you, joining the other two pairs of piercing stares. “Cut that out.”

“Then don’t monologue and kill it before it has mobility!”

“On it.” Raph charges at its lumbering form, and within moments, it falls to the ground in a heap.

The pounding against the door is getting more intense. “Donnie! Staff!”

“Right!” He runs over, sliding his staff in between the door handles.

You stumble forward, the pounding already starting to crack the wood. “Alright, now we can leave.” Without waiting for the others, you sprint away from the building like your life depends on it. The others, clearly confused, follow.

You got a fair few city blocks away before you slow down, breathing heavy and palms stamped with the outline of the key you were holding desperately onto. “You run really fast for cosplayers,” you pant, “with all the- the paint and all.”

“Yeah, about that.” Donatello stops next to you, a thousand questions apparently swimming around in his head. “How do you know our names?” His mouth moves a mile a minute. “How did you know the weakness of that vine creature? What do you mean, cosplay? Who are you? Who were they?”

You cut him off. “One question at a time, hot stuff. Deep breathes.”

His pupils dilate. “H-hot stuff?”

Leo cuts in. “How did you know what we were—uh—cosplaying?” he asks tentatively.

“Odd time to cut the act, but alright.” Your heart rate lowers to a decent pace as your mind still struggles to comprehend what had just happened. You slow your breathing. “I mean,” you explain, gesturing with your hands, “it’s TMNT. It’s iconic.”

“Iconic?” He nods. “Well, since you know so much about it, then why don’t we test your knowledge? To see if you’re a real fan..”

“Y-you think I’m hot?”

“I don’t see the point, but I’m down.” You shrug, deciding to ignore the melting turtle for a second. “Shoot.”

He thinks for a moment. “Who’s the main character?”

You shrug. “You four, I guess.”

Mikey jumped in. “What’s the theme song?”

“Gonna have to be more specific there, buddy.”

“Is it really a great idea to just talk out here in the open?” Raph crossed his arms across his front.

“Probably not.” You look around. “Unless you have a map on you, I’d suggest we go back to your lair.”

“Our—what kind of stalker—”

“Look, honey,” you sigh, “if we’re going to go over every aspect of their lives that I know about we’re going to be here for a long time. For our purposes, just assume I know everything I need to know, and if you’re curious about specifics, we’ll go on a case-by-case basis.” You start walking down the sidewalk. “I’m guessing you guys hang out in the sewer, right?” You feel almost tempted to say that they’re just flat out psychotic, their blatant conviction in their own characters almost frightening. ‘I’ve heard of kinning,’ you think, pulling up a manhole cover you see at the end of an alley and wincing at the smell, ‘but this is ridiculous.’ You blink at the surprising lack of weight.

“Yeah.” Mikey—no, the Michelangelo cosplayer—walked over, already hopping in. “Our show must be super popular, right? Who’s the favorite character? How long have we been running?”

“Oh, you guys are—” You stop talking. “Wait, what year is it?” You start climbing down.

“Two thousand and twelve. Why?”

You step off the ladder, starting to walk behind him as he lead the way. “Well, it’s not tweny twelve where I’m from. It’s twenty twenty.”

“Wait, hold up.” He turns around to face you as he walks. “You’re from the future? That is so freakin awesome!”

You rub the back of your neck, trying to ignore the smell. “I mean,” you confess, “being from the future would be cooler if I was from a better time, I think.” ‘I wonder where they—’ You shake your head. “But, If we were running on the same time, I’d only be seven, I think, so it’s pretty cool I get to be here, I guess.”

“Dude, totally!” He turns a corner. “Our first day up top and we meet a time traveler?”

“Technically,” a voice from behind you makes you jump, “if what she’s saying is true, she somehow also knows interdimensional travel as well.”

‘Mother fucking ninj—cosplayers, focus. Don’t let them pull you in too.’ “Well, I really wouldn’t say—”

“Guys, is there not a clearly bigger concern on our hands?” You were already getting sick of not hearing footsteps. “Like, say, I don’t know, the fact she’s claiming we’re fictional characters?”

“Look, man,” you roll your eyes, “I already said I’m more than happy to answer any questions I can. In fact,” you continued, stopping in your tracks as you stared the red—clad turtle in the eye, “I’ll even stay put until we sort this whole situation out.”

“Fine by me.” Leo and Raph both face you, eyes boring into your soul as you stand there awkwardly.

“Let’s start off with the basics.” Leo’s tone is awfully light compared to his blatant skepticism. “What is everyone’s name?”

You force yourself not to roll your eyes again. “You’re all Hamatos.” You point at the tall one with the gap in his teeth. “That one’s Donatello, the yellow one next to him is Michelangelo, you,” you point at the red one with the broader shoulders, “are Raphael, and the sensei appointed leader is Leonardo. Easy.”

Leonardo nods. “Okay, you got the easy one.” It is at times like these when you wish you could read people. “What are we?”

“Teenage mutant ninja turtles.” You don’t have to hesitate.

“How did we become the way we are?”

“Splinter had a Kraang run in and you got ooze on you. Last thing you touched before you transformed was a person, so you became turtle/human hybrids.” You rest a hand on your hip. “Oh, happy birthday, by the way.”

A sea of blank faces face you. “Wait, you know who those things are?” Donatello is the first to speak after a pregnant pause.

“Well, yeah.” You shrug, the reality of the situation not yet dawning on you. “They almost take over the world in at least two season finales.

“They what?”

“Yeah.” You stick your hands in your pockets, fingering the key and note, confused by their apparent horror. “I mean, I’m still on the season three finale, but alien invasion is this show’s bread and butter for the most part.”

“I- what?” Raphael appears to be having a stroke. “What- bre- I- huh? What the-“

“Is he okay?” You look, completely unconcerned, at Donatello, who is swaying on his feet.

“Alien.. invasion…”

You blink, walking over to him and placing your hand on his cheek. You were surprised at the feeling of skin under your palm. ‘Not face paint..’ You look his incredibly pale face over curiously. ‘Not a mask…’ “Oh.” Your fingers slide down and off his jaw, falling slackly. “You weren’t joking, were you?”

If nothing else, he seems less concerned than he did a second ago.

Leonardo—‘The actual—hold on a minute.’—grabs your shoulder. “This isn’t a joke.” His face is stone. “You’re being serious, right?”

You felt blood drain out of your face. “Sadly? Yes.” You force yourself to take deep breaths so as to not pass out. “But, on the bright side,” you smiled weakly, “I can guarantee your survival for at least a few months.”

“What do you mean a few months?” Raphael is shaking as he yells, his voice roar echoing in the enclosed space. “How is it only—what the hell?”

“The show only ran over the course of an in-universe year.” You fight to keep your voice steady as dread seizes your throat. “I don’t know what happens after the year is up, or if it even lasts the whole year.”

“So we have less than twelve months to live?”

“This is so not cool.” Michelangelo is having a bit of a mental breakdown. “So, so not cool.”

“Hey, it’s not a guarantee!” You put your hands up reassuringly. “That’s just how long the show runs. Besides, it’s a kid’s show. There’s no way they’d kill off the main characters.”

“The hell they—who the hell is they?”

“Nickelodeon.”

“What the fuck is Nickelodeon?”

You groan. “Look, I’m just saying that you four are definitely going to survive the next few months!” Your voice rises easily to his volume. “I don’t know what happens after those months are up! I haven’t gotten to that point!”

“Why the hell not?”

You ran your fingers through your hair, laughing incredulously. “What, do you think I knew I was going to meet the IRL Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and had a chance to plan accordingly? No!” You throw your hands up in the air. “I died last night and now I’m here! Hell, I don’t even know where the fuck I’m going to go, fuck knowing who’s going to get the fucking axe between now and the series finale!”

“Will you two both cut it out?” Leo snapped, shutting you two up.

You put your hands up, still fuming and glaring at Raphael. He responds in kind.

“What’s your name?” He looked at you.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.” Your breathing slows slightly.

“Alright. Y/N, you said you’ve seen up to season three, right?”

“Yeah.” You nod.

“Meaning you know what’s going to happen in the next few months, right?”

You nod at the leader.

He thinks for a moment. “Then we need to stay in contact. If what you’re saying is true, your knowledge of our show could be extremely valuable to us.”

You rub your eyes with your hands, sighing, trying to cool down. “I can do that.” You put your hands down. “If nothing else, I’m more than happy to offer up emotional support. The next few months are going to be extremely physically and emotionally difficult for you guys.”

Donnie pipes up. “Do you have a place to stay?”

You pull out the piece of paper. “I have an address and key, but I don’t know my way around NYC.” You smile slightly at the unintentional rhyme. “Do you guys know where ten west fifteenth street—wait, it’s your guys’ first day.” You nod. “I forgot.”

“It’s alright.” Donatello is oddly quick saying that. “I-if you want, I—we can help you find it.”

You rub your arm, your previous indignance replaced with extreme embarrassment at your previous actions. “Nah, it’s alright,” you reassure him. “I’m sure I can find a map or something.”

“It’s really not safe to just wander around New York so late.”

You pause at that. “That is an extremely good point.” You nod. “Alright. But I owe you guys dinner or something for trusting me this far. Also,” you smile teasingly, “what you’re currently eating is legitimately revolting.”

“Amen to that.” Raphael, if nothing else, seems to have calmed down.

Mikey hopped in. “Oh, we just found this crazy awesome food—”

“I can order pizza,” you reassure him.

He punches the air excitedly. “Let’s go!”

“If you want, you can sleep on the couch for tonight,” Leonardo offers. “It’s going to get light pretty soon, and we really shouldn’t be seen.”

You shrug. “Works for me.

As you follow the teenagers down the sewer, conversating as you walk, you take a moment to reflect on all that has happened so far. A part of you, oddly enough, is almost excited by the prospect of spending time with these guys. But a stronger, darker part reminds you sweetly of the dangers you knew lay ahead.

You close your eyes. ‘I’m never going to see my family again, am I?’

How that is the least of your worries, you don’t know.

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centuriantalevevo · 3 years

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Draco x Nonbinary Reader

Reader is AMAB, also this contains my headcanons lmao- hella OOC because of that (one of my headcanons, Draco has like.. multiple cousins who are basically on crack /j)

TW: transphobia and enbyphobia, with talk of biphobia. LGBTphobia in general. Misgendering

5th year is.. Hectic.. Especially for a certain kid, Y/N L/N, who had to deal with a literal pink toad this year. Like.. ew? What made it worse, was they seemed to be the only kid in the school, well Slytherin specifically, that was… Different. Not in the normal, cliche sense, where ‘oh Y/N was drop dead gorgeous but abused by everyone around her, she can sing amazing-’, no. This isn’t your typical x Reader story, Y/N was different in the sense of Identity, Gender, specifically Gender Norms. They seemed to be all alone on this feeling, a feeling of discomfort, a feeling of loneliness despite multiple friends being in the room with them at this moment. They were away from earth, where no words can hurt. Where the erasure cannot get to them.

Oh god did the words hurt.

Oh? What words? You’re about to find out.

“No, but did you hear some of the bullshit Umbridge was saying?” He asked, he as in the blonde. Draco. Draco Malfoy. “Especially to my cousin-” “You have a cousin?” Pansy asked, “Welcome to the conversation, first time speaking to me?- Yes, you are hella late to the conversation.” Draco groaned, “Now let me get back to the story” “Continue, which cousin? Darla?- Dominic?-” Blaise asked, “No, Jamie..” He responded quickly, “Oh hold on, what did the toad do to Jamie? I swear, if she hURT THAT PRECIOUS CHILD- Gryffindor or not, I love that girl to death” Blaise said quickly, interrupting Draco.

The blonde sighed deeply, “Blaise.. I love you to death but holy shit let me finnish, alright..” He took a breather, Y/N came back from their little world, queuing into the conversation. “Okay, so Umbridge had the AUDACITY to misgender MY COUSIN OVER AND OVER again! Misgendered her, invalidated her, you know that rule about like.. Something distance from the opposite gender? Yeah she’s forcing Jamie, a literal girl, to distance from girls and not guys-” He halted for a second, “No, my bad.. She’s forcing Jamie to stay away from both because she believe that Jamie is gay.. No, Jamie is a whole straight girl..” Draco ranted, “um.. Sorry to interrupt but… Jamie’s a girl? So how was she invalidated?” Y/N asked, tilting their head, Draco’s eyes moved to them, softening some.

“Oh, you didn’t know? I thought everyone knew. Jamie is trans, she’s a trans girl specifically”

THERE! THERE IT WAS! They weren’t alone now.. There was someone who understood, yet they’d been clueless this whole time.

“I swear I will jack that woman UP” Blaise said lowly and Draco nodded in agreement. “Jamie was CRYING when she came to me, she could barely speak. That poor girl passed out from crying so much. She felt so hurt and the amount of dysphoria she felt was astronomically high.” He sighed, even he wanted to cry. “Like, damn bitch you didn’t have to out yourself as a whole LGBTphobe, you could’ve just stayed quiet and it would cost you nothing yet you chose to mess with a child who is related to the MALFOY family, very smart yes mhmm..” He growled in aggravation “Only merlin knows what she’d do if there was a nonbinary in the school, she’s probably dehumanize them.” He shook his head.

“I’d commit a hate crime if I’m honest” Dominic said, coming from the stairs of the boys dormitory, “The LGBT had their way for a moment because she hadn’t thought about the gays, bisexuals and lesbians. Well.. the gays and lesbians, I don’t think she thinks Bisexuals exist..” He hummed, “She’s enforced the rule so now Darla can’t be near Daphne, luckily I don’t have a boyfriend.. The one time being single is a good thing.” Dominic dramatically cried.

“I will prove bisexuals exist, damn seems like I gotta stay away from ALL of you, sorry” Draco jokes, but was dead serious at the same time. “Until then, if there are nonbinaries in the school, technically they can by-pass the rules, if they present as masculine one day feminine the next. Or just androgynous to confuse the toad.” Draco then added, “I think I have to stay away from you guys too, shit Bisexuals can’t do ANYTHING” Blaise said, pretending to get up and leave.

So.. the students know of the nonbinary gender…

“Although, no surprise, Snape is always the decent one, along with all the other professors, and respect the trans kids pronouns, I’ve gone into his class to give him something during one of his lessons and heard him deliberately calling out kids that misgendered Jamie, it was amazing. And everyone says Snape is a bad teacher.” Draco says, smiling some at the memory. “Ooo! Speaking of which! While in Umbrdige’s class I think.. A few days ago, Snape actually found out about the incident and told her the fuck off for it-” “Damn, snape really said ‘trans rights are human rights’, go off honestly” Dominic interrupted, Draco nodded “The best look honestly, it was pure bliss watching that.” He responded.

Y/N finally managed to form words. “I.. didn’t know there was a trans person in the school.. A fellow trans person..” They said, mumbling the last part quietly, but Draco, Dominic, and Blaise caught it. “Fellow trans person?” Blaise tilted his head, and Draco glanced knowingly, the last part of their sentence was all he needed. They shook their head quickly, “Nothing” They shrugged, “Just nice to know”

It hurt, to be misgendered everyday, to be fair no one knew they were misgendering the kid. But they were so scared of being erased, discriminated against, that they said nothing. Since 1st year, pretty much.

They stretched some, “I'm gonna head to the library, I need to get studying done for Defense Against the Dark Arts, I’ll talk to you guys later.” They smiled, getting up, and grabbing paper, a quill, ink and their books from their dorm. Speed walking out, though it didn’t take long to hear a second pair of footsteps racing after them. Who the-

“Hey, Y/N..” Draco trailed of, catching up to them quickly, “What’s up?” They looked at him from the corner of their eye, “There’s something you never told anyone, isn’t there?” He asked. Y/N averted their eyes and shook their head, “Nn… No..?” They sounded unsure, “Is that a statement, or a question because you don’t know?” He asked. He didn’t wanna be rude, but this was the only way he could truly confirm. If there was someone he had been accidentally misgendering, he wanted to stop that quickly.

“I don’t wanna sound rude, nor put you on the spot.. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but.. What are your pronouns?” he asked, he knew of the nonbinaries, he knew of them.. So it’s fine to tell him, yes? He was basically defending them. They shook their head, not ready yet. “Not ready? That’s fine, I can respect that. You can always tell me, you know that right? I’ll understand. And if not me, then Jamie will.” heHe had sincerity in his voice, Y/N simply nodded. “Noted, thanks Draco..” They smiled and headed to the Library.

The next day, Defense Against the Dark Arts was boring as ever, all because of Umbridge. But she had a new lesson today, not the normal one though. She had been doing her usual bullying of Jamie, Draco had been on edge and heard about it earlier, fairly quickly too. It was like it was her MISSION to be an LGBTphobic idiot with no life. Jamie had mentioned nonbinaries before she dipped from class, arguing about trans in general with the woman, or.. Monster.. Both terms work. So she was now here, in front of kids, spewing out enbyphobic shit, and not planning on stopping.. Y/N was starting to cry, but tried their best to hold it in.

The first person to notice the distress was Draco, Hermione did too, as she sat behind Y/N but could see them jolting some, “These.. Non-binaries, are less than human. You’re either a boy, or a girl. Everyone agrees, yes? If you are born a girl, you’re a girl. If you’re born a boy, you’re a boy. It’s a mental disorder, and you need to be fixed-” “They’re normal.. They just happen to not feel like a guy or a girl..” Y/N said quietly, “Trans folk are human, they aren’t an it.. That’s incredibly hurtful..” They said, it took all their strength to keep their voice from cracking.

“What was that Mr. L/N?” Umbridge smiled that sweet yet disgusting smile, tilting her head.. No, that smile had more dangerous intent behind that. They flinched. “Is there something you would like to say sir?” She asked, stopping in front of them. “Trans people.. Are people.. Just because you’re too ignorant to learn doesn’t.. M..mean you- b-bring someone down b-beca-use of it..” Their voice started to crack, they hiccuped some. “I’m sorry.. Do you think you have more knowledge than me?” She asked, her tone was dangerous. “Y..yes. Clearly, I’ve d-done my research on this, th-there is science tha-at defends us” They said.

“Detention Mr. L/N.. For talking back to a teacher, when I am giving a lesson you are to listen, you’re too caught up in whatever freak show you tra-” Umbridge was cut off, “Don’t you DARE finish that damn sentence, I can promise you I am not against hitting a teacher and a woman at that.” Draco intervened, “There is a lot of science that backs transgenders up, plenty of brain science has shown there is a female and male brain, that’s what backs up trans girls and trans boys, the nonbinary is still being researched, but I can assure you it is much more than a mental illness. Yes, dysphoria is a disorder, it CAN be treated, it can be treated with Hormone Replacement Therapy, or HRT. It can be treated with transitioning. Some nonbinaries transition, some don’t feel dysphoric enough to transition, but at the end of the day they are still a they, I am still a he, and you are still a she. Just imagine if someone called you ‘he’, or even ‘it’ because they didn’t believe you were actually a girl-” “DETENTION, for BOTH of you.” Umbridge screamed, glaring daggers at both of them.

“I’d take detention over hearing another second of the erasure, you’ve hurt my cousin enough, I’ll gladly take the blow for her. I thought Snape would’ve taught you.” Draco muttered, staring at her, “Both of you, leave. Now.” She said with a huff, Draco grabbed his things, but stopped Y/N when they tried to collect theirs, getting it for them, “Come on.” He said softly, leaving the classroom with the student.

He handed their things to them gently, “I.. Noticed you got really upset..” He said softly, “More like panicked..” They said softly, “It’s easier said than done, but try not to let her get to you. Some people just choose to stay stupid. Sometimes even I hurt from some of the shit she says. Damn the amount of biphobia I have heard from her is ungodly.” He sighed, “You’re bi?” They asked curiously, “Yeah, I thought it was obvious by now. I kinda stopped caring at like.. 2nd year, hell I made out with.. A lot of guys in 2nd and 3rd year, mostly to piss my father off because he’s also LGBTphobic, but also just because it’s fun, and guys are cute.” He said with a small grin, they laughed. “Fair enough, do what you can to piss the oppressors off” They joked, drying their eyes. He turned to head to the Slytherin Common Room, when their voice ringed out again.

“They/Them..” Y/N said, he turned around and tilted his head, “You asked what my pronouns are.. I use they/them. I’m nonbinary” They said softly, and Draco smiled with a nod. “Is there a different name you want to be called?” But they shook their head, “The name I introduced myself as is the name I want to use.” Y/N said, “Alright, come on. Lets go to the common room” Draco said, “I can probably try and get Jamie in there too..” He hummed softly.

Later that day, it was after dinner, and all the Slytherins were in the common room. Aside from Draco and Y/N, “Do you want to tell them? Most of them are accepting, aside from a few exceptions, Pansy surprisingly is accepting.” He said quietly, and thought for a moment.. “Blaise told me a few of the kids got told off because they agreed with us.” He added, “I think.. I was always scared to say anything because I didn’t wanna be made fun of.. I didn’t know there was someone who was trans like me til you talked about what happened with Jamie..” They said, “Well, you’re safe here. Hell, I’m more than 110% sure that our headmaster is gay, so.. Do with what you will on that information” He said with a small lighthearted laugh, Draco kissed their cheek with a small hum “It’ll be okay.”

They’d chosen to tell them, they didn’t want to feel misgendered any longer, Umbridge aside. “Oi, everyone shut your trap for a second, I have something to say- THEO… Thank you” He said, after staring down Theodore for a moment. “Let us reintroduce someone, but properly this time. This is Y/N, they’re nonbinary, use they/them pronouns and the moment I hear any of you say something against that, I will personally come for you, with Jamie in tow.” Draco said, Y/N smiling a little with a small wave. “Could’ve told us sooner, but glad you did, especially after Professor Umbridge, good job” Blaise said.

Even Pansy was accepting, they were all proud that you had the courage to say come out, and also that you said something to Umbridge.

This was fine, everything is fine. Umbridge wasn’t fine, but.. This was nice, being accepted as who you are, by people who you’d think would be the last people to ever accept you. The person you thought would be the last person to accept you ended up being the most accepting, which is ironic when you consider his dad.

This was bad 😭

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #nonbinary reader #TW// transphobia #TW// misgendering #hella OOC because of my own headcanons-#harry potter universe

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masterweaverx · 4 years

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Okay, now it’s time for team JNPR to get Dungeoneering. And first up is our good boy Jaune Arc! All about healing and protection, with just a touch of deviousness. Let’s see what we got.

For this build we want to be mostly basic: armor, shield, sword, and the ability to use them all. Jaune does have the ability to heal and boost his allies, mind, so that’s going to be important. And as much as he’s tall, blonde, and scraggly, he does have an ability to talk to people when he’s not overcome with doubt.

So, point array as per usual, and I’m going to be unconventional and give Jaune 15 points in Wisdom; he’s only really dense when he’s focused on image rather than the person, and once he works through that he’s actually able to make some very good points. Strength is next with 14 points--the dude served as a launching pad for an AMAZON GLADIATOR one time! And we follow that up with Charisma at 13 points, he has a lot of charm when he’s not trying to be suave. Also, we’ll be multiclassing (gasp) so Jaune needs all three of those to be 13 or higher. Constitution gets the 12 point marker, boy has a lot of aura, and Intelligence has 10 points because, well, he’s not dumb but he’s got a lot to catch up on in school. That leaves 8 points for Dexterity, and I mean... Jaune is not nimble. At all.

Variant humans get two ability points they can spend anywhere, so evening out Wisdom to 16 and Charisma to 14 might be useful. They also get a free skill proficiency, and Jaune is good with a guitar, so I figure we’d get Performance (not like we’ll get it anywhere else). And of course there’s a free feat--War Caster lets a character cast spells while their hands are occupied with a sword or shield, plus they have advantage on Constitution saves to keep up concentration spells and they can use spells in their attacks of opportunity. This is an absolute must for Sword/Shielders with a lot of magic and, trust me, Jaune will have a LOT of magic.

Jaune forged his way into Beacon--spoilers, BTW--so we’ll pick up the Charlatan background for him. That gives him proficiencies in Deception, Sleight of Hand, Disguise Kits, and Forgery Kits. It also gives him the False Identity feature, so he has the ability to pass as his cousin from Mexico Vacuo without anybody asking questions, and he can forge documents if he’s seen a copy of them before. I mean, Jaune’s a nice guy and all, but remember that time he suggested the group steal an airship? And his big sister helped him? The Arcs are one heck of a family, I gotta say.

The obvious class choice for Jaune would be Paladin... and that’s exactly what we’re going with. Twelve levels as a Glory Paladin, which gives him proficiency with all weapons, armors, shields, Charisma and Wisdom saving throws, and two more skills. Athletics and Persuasion would be my pick, the guy might fumble a little sometimes but he keeps up with his team when the going gets tough. Multiclassing into Cleric doesn’t give us any new proficiencies, but it does give us access to Cleric spells and a Domain; Solidarity Clerics really fit well with Jaune’s whole thing, so 8 levels of a Solidarity Cleric will round him out.

With those class selections, Jaune has a total of 5 Ability Improvements, which means 10 ability points to spend. I’d suggest putting two points in both Strength and Charisma, bumping them up to 16, and then pouring the remaining six into Constitution for 18 there. Running the numbers that’s 16 in Strength, Charisma, and Wisdom, 18 in Constitution, and 10 and 8 for Intelligence and Dexterity. Not the best in anything, but pretty decent for whatever the party needs.

Paladins get a lot, all things told. Divine sense lets them detect fiends within sixty feet--the Grimm are pretty demonic--and Lay on Hands gives them a pool of five times their Paladin level of HP they can spend to heal a person. Divine Smite, at 12th level, deals 1d8 radiant damage, and Jaune can spend a spell slot to add 1d8+a number of dice equal to the spell slot’s value radiant damage, and gets an extra 1d8 on top of that if he’s attacking a fiend. Grimm. Seriously. Paladins also get a Fighting Style--Protection works great for a shield-bearer--the ability to make one Extra Attack per attack action, and Divine Health that makes them immune to disease. Not poison. That might not come up, but good to clarify.

All Paladins get Auras, which I’m going to clarify now: an Aura in D&D refers to an invisible field of power centered on a person, not the ‘power of the soul’ stuff going on in RWBY. As a 12 level Glory Paladin, Jaune has three Auras that give allies within ten feet of him certain perks. The Aura of Protection gives a bonus equal to his Charisma Modifer to any saving throw, the Aura of Alacrity boosts speed by 10 feet, and the Aura of Courage makes creatures immune to being Frightened. Auras apply to anyone, including their source, so Jaune is able to dodge a lot of damage and rush headfirst into the fray without breaking a sweat, and his pals get to do the same.

There’s also the ability to Channel Divinity, but Clerics have it too. In fact, because Jaune has 8 Cleric levels, he can Channel Divinity twice per short rest, and he gets five options from his Glory oath and Solidarity domain. Turn Undead lets him basically scare away undead (and outright destroy any CR 1 or below automatically). Preserve Life lets him spread up to 5 times his Cleric level HP to creatures in range (so 40 HP). Oketra’s Blessing can let him give +10 to an attack roll of somebody within 30 feet of him, which is great. Peerless Athlete gives him advantage on Athletics and Acrobatics, doubles what he can push around, and increases his jump movement by ten feet, and it lasts ten whole minutes. Inspiring Smite, triggered by his Divine Smite, lets him give 2d8+his Paladin level temporary hit points to anybody within 30 feet, spread how he likes. Have you notices I went heavy on the healing in this build?

Most of the non-spell benefits of Clerics are covered by Channel Divinity, but Solidarity Clerics do get a few unique perks. Jaune can use Solidarity’s Action to Help a person and make a weapon attack as a bonus action, an amount of times equal to his Wisdom modifier per long rest. He also gets Divine Strike, letting him add 1d8 damage to a weapon attack once per turn--and that’s on top of the Divine Smite stuff. And then... there’s the spellcasting...

So here’s the thing: Multiclass casters have a few rules. You can only get spells for each class up to the level of slots that class gives you, BUT you combine the classes to calculate what level caster you are and use that to determine the number of spell slots you actually have. With eight levels in a pure caster class (Cleric) and twelve in a half caster class (Paladin) Jaune has a total Caster level of 14, giving him slots up to level seven... but he can only learn up to level four Cleric spells and level three Paladin spells. Of course he can upcast them--spend a level seven slot to cast a level one spell--and that can increase the power of the spell quite a bit. It’s still a little odd though. Especially since a Cleric’s casting ability is Wisdom, and a Paladin’s is Charisma.

But it gets stranger. Clerics get four cantrips and prepare a number of spells equal to their cleric level plus their wisdom modifier (eleven for Jaune), and Paladins don’t get any cantrips and prepare a number of spells equal to half their level plus their charisma modifier (that’s 10). BUT! Both Oaths and Domains give auto-prepared spells at certain levels that don’t count toward the limit, so Jaune just knows eight spells from the Solidarity Domain and six from the Glory Oath. Well, technically one of the spells he gets for free is on both those lists, but that doesn’t mean he gets special abilities with Guiding Bolt, just that it’s on both those lists... the point is, Jaune has a HUMONGOUS spell list. So here it is.

Cantrips:

Guidance (Cleric) (Concentration)

Mending (Cleric)

Spare the Dying (Cleric)

Word of Radiance (Cleric)

L1 (four slots)

Bless (Solidarity Domain) (Concentration)

Compelled Duel (Paladin)

Cure Wounds (Cleric)

Guiding Bolt (Oath of Glory)

Healing Word (Cleric)

Heroism (Oath of Glory) (Concentration)

Searing Smite (Paladin) (Concentration)

Thunderous Smite (Paladin) (Concentration)

Wrathful Smite (Paladin) (Concentration)

L2 (three slots)

Aid (Solidarity Domain)

Branding Smite (Paladin) (Concentration)

Enhance Ability (Oath of Glory) (Concentration)

Gentle Repose (Cleric)

Lesser Restoration (Paladin)

Magic Weapon (Oath of Glory) (Concentration)

Prayer of Healing (Cleric)

Shield of Faith (Paladin)

Spiritual Weapon (Cleric)

Warding Bond (Solidarity Domain)

L3 (three slots)

Aura of Vitality (Paladin) (Concentration)

Beacon of Hope (Solidarity Domain) (Concentration)

Blinding Smite (Paladin) (Concentration)

Crusader's Mantle (Solidarity Domain) (Concentration)

Dispel Magic (Paladin)

Haste (Oath of Glory) (Concentration)

Life Transference (Cleric)

Mass Healing Word (Cleric)

Motivational Speech (Cleric)

Protection from Energy (Oath of Glory) (Concentration)

Revivify (Cleric)

L4 (three slots)

Aura of Life (Solidarity Domain) (Concentration)

Death Ward (Cleric)

Freedom of Movement (Cleric)

Guardian of Faith (Solidarity Domain)

2 L5 slots, 1 L6 slot, and 1 L7 slot, but no spells of those levels.

Look at that list. Look at it. Jaune has so many ways to help, heal, and boost his allies, and bonus spell slots to up that up to ridiculous levels, and then you add his non-spellcasting class features. Sure, he can only have one concentration spell up at a time, but Gosh Darn It he can keep a group plugging away at a problem for however long it takes. Respect.

So yeah, that’s Jaune.

#RWBY #Dungeons & Dragons #D&D 5E #Jaune Arc #Character Build

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forgenotes-archived · 4 years

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okay nevermind i’m doing the parent meta now !

OKAY ! S O ! i’m focusing this in three sections : 1- the matching pair of patio dinner scenes, 2- the “patronize bunny rabbits” scene, and 3- the two convos they have when they confront her about jd’s suicide bait and after barbara finds veronica faux-hanging in her room. i’m also putting it under a read-more bc like. it’s going to be A Fucking Doozy.

in this essay, i will -

PART ONE - PATIO SCENES .

this one is more set-up to portray how shallow their arguments are in the second section? but it’s still important for me to get across how. absolutely DISGUSTING it is that they treat heather’s funeral with the same tone and cadence as the remington party. it logically makes sense that veronica would be more blase about it, seeing as she Actually Did It, but like. one of the stages of grief is denial.

the beats of both conversations go: come sit down! how was the first day since break/heather’s death go? meet any cute boys? why do i read these books or smoke these cigars/because you’re an idiot/ oh, you too. gotta motor to party/funeral. completely identical tone and delivery, all the way down to mirroring the word choices in each scene. and it’s entirely intentional!! this is a tonal and thematic choice to further hammer home the fact that adults do not care about what happens in the lives of the youth, which is arguably the real villain of the film- complete and utter apathy. i could go on about that shit for ages but i will do that later lmao-

but like. as parents. first of all, you shouldn’t care so little about your child that somebody could predict exactly what you’re going to say before you say it, that you work off a script, even WITHOUT a massive traumatic event happening to them. they clearly acknowledge heather’s death, they just move past it completely dismissively. it’s disgusting and it clearly sets up that they don’t actually see her as a person, in all reality- her death is just a marker of the time, not the loss of someone important to their child. they don’t know the intricacies of their toxic friendship, so all they know is their daughter’s best friend killed herself. that is NOT the correct reaction to that situation.

this further exemplifies the idea, for me at least, that their main objective is to keep up appearances rather than build a strong, stable, healthy human being in their care. as long as everything looks alright, sounds alright, it is alright for all intents and purposes. there is no WAY that conversation does not REEK of neglect.

PART TWO - PATRONIZING BUNNY RABBITS .

this is mostly barbara, but henry shows his blatant idiocy for a brief moment, too. the biggest part of this scene is barbara’s “little miss voice-of-a-generation, you ARE being treated like human beings” spiel, specifically because she’s not right at all when she says it. or half-right. it’s complicated.

she’s right when she says it’s not just a game of “doubles tennis” and that adults can be horrible to each other too- that’s like. objectively fact. but that’s a non sequitur argument and not at all relevant to the topic at hand, in all reality; because in saying that, barbara has likened people being assholes at work or talking behind each other’s back with EXPLOITING CHILDREN’S SUICIDES FOR FAME. barbara changes the argument in order to make veronica look irrational- what she wants is for people to be fucking NICE to each other, which isn’t an un-noble goal to have.

veronica wants people to give everyone decent respect, and she’s learned that isn’t possible in the way things are at the moment. she’s frustrated, she’s angry, she’s dealing with guilt and fear? she’s dealing with a fuckton! and she’s mad that flemming is exploiting the death of a student (never mind her personal feelings involved with chandler, she still knows this is wrong) for television crews and ribbons. she sees that flemming ALSO doesn’t care about her students other than for appearances. she’s seeing similarities between all the adults in her life, and she’s finally ready to snap.

barbara saying “when teenagers are mad about not being treated like human beings, that’s usually because they are being treated like one” (or whatever the exact quote is) basically solidifies the fact that there will be no change in the way people are going to act in these situations. they are not listening to veronica’s point of view here, and they are changing the scope of the argument to make her look unreasonable to dismiss her again, and they explicitly say, a la bethesda, “we aren’t planning on doing anything about it”.

it’s an important discussion because barbara isn’t. entirely incorrect! she’s just brute-forced the argument into a different direction so that veronica can’t be correct anymore, either.

also- note that she offers veronica pate at the end of it; she’s trying to return to the status quo, to proper appearances. sneaky bitch.

PART THREE - YOU’RE SUICIDAL .

this is. where they come out of their shells a little bit more, as parents, but i’m not entirely positive it’s for the right reasons.

they are actually concerned, now that death is on their doorstep; however, it very clearly seems like showing this kind of care and emotion is foreign or new in their relationship. instead of sitting her down and asking her how she’s feeling, if she’s dealing with all of this okay, if there’s anything they can do to help- they start rambling off the instructions jd, a literal teenager, more than half their ages, gave them. they have NO idea how to deal with this situation, which is. partially understandable? there is no prenatal parenting class that teaches you how to navigate if your kid grows up to be suicidal, but. there’s obvious things that you can do that they just flat out did not.

they didn’t even notice she’d left the room! they were so wrapped up in their own chaotic “keep away from sharp things, toxins, high ledges, etc.” that she just. left the room. and they didn’t notice she was gone until she was already in her room!

rather than saying this is evidence towards the fact that they don’t care about their daughter (which i don’t actually believe, for this part at least), it feels more like proof that they have never cared about her in this particular fashion- which is, to say, genuinely. having an emotional and caring connection is new, and they don’t know how to do it; which points towards them never having done it before in ronnie’s 18 years of life. which is severely damaging to a child turned young adult.

later on, when barbara finds her hanging from the fake noose, i’d like to just. take a look at what she says-

“i should’ve let you get that job at the mall, i was just worried about you coming home late-”

what. in the ENTIRE fuck. was that?

her ONLY THOUGHT when confronted with the DEAD BODY of her ONLY CHILD is that the ONLY THING ronnie could have been upset about, or the only thing she could’ve changed in her treatment towards her daughter, was getting a summer job. i know this line is supposed to be a joke (heathers is a black comedy, after all), but jesus fucking christ, barbara. get a grip. veronica has all but told them what’s been bothering her, up to and including the death of her best friend and the subsequent treatment of it (albeit not in a particularly forward or constructive manner, but can you blame her? seeing who raised her?), but barbara is the sort of person that would give a eulogy that said “i never could have imagined she would have done this. she seemed so happy! if only she’d asked for help... if only she’d reached out to us... we would have SAVED her...” while ignoring all the warning signs.

CONCLUSION - IE , I RAMBLE FOR A BIT .

in canon specifically, there’s no way that there’s a healthy relationship between veronica and her parents. they care more about LOOKING happy than BEING happy and that’s a huge problem in a lot of parent-child relationships, especially at the time this movie was made. not only that, but like. they don’t believe there’s anything WRONG with the way they are, and that’s most likely the most damaging thing about the dynamic. barbara and henry sawyer are neglectful, dismissive, unempathetic, mostly uncaring, and obsessed with their outward appearance; but they don’t think that’s a bad thing, and that has massively fucked up veronica’s mental health in a VARIETY of ways. i’ll talk about the effects on her at a later date, bc this shit is already over 1k words and my brain has now turned into super mario sunshine goo.

#i was doing icons?? and i #stumbled across the patronizing bunnies scene and i got #IRRATIONALLY MAD #❝ - 𝙄𝙏 '𝙎 𝘼 𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝙆𝙄𝙉𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝙎𝘼𝘿 . / meta.#❝ - 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙉𝙊𝘾𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 - 𝙋𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍 . / isms.#this actually came to a little over 1.5k words #somebody handcuff me

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enigmatic-elegance · 4 years

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🔥🔥🔥 non-si:7 or ravenholdt spies/rogues etc also 🔥🔥🔥 ic royalty/people with titles etc

Oh man, that’s a lot. Okay, let’s go for it.

🔥 Frequent lack of finesse/subtlety, god-tier levels of flawless skill, feel free to apply what I said in my SI:7 post here as much of it does carry over.

🔥 This might be more a personal gripe and venture into the realm of petty but it’s still kind of a pet peeve. Why are most spy/rogue characters almost identical? I know it could be said for a lot of different classes/styles but still..

Handsome/Beautiful rogue with a sharp, typically dry wit. Likes to keep everyone arms distance but has those few people they ‘open up’ to typically in ways that send the character into spirals of negative emotion. Has an easy-grab vice (e.g. smoking/drinking/sex) and goes into great detail to play up said vice in every RP setting. Typically poly/open relationship type. ‘Consumed by the job’ in a way that it affects their home life you never actually read about. Did we mention sexy? They gotta be sexy.

I just want one.. just -one- spy/rogue who is just like.. a normal person. We really don’t need any more James Bonds or Beatrix Kiddos. We got those characters. I just want rogues who are less.. gimmicks. I know, petty of me. As I said it’s more a personal thing than anyone doing anything ‘wrong’. People should write the characters that interest them.

🔥 Being a spy is risky, -especially- of you are unaffiliated. You’re already a narc/snitch. That’s a bad gig to be in, lotta risk. Now you don’t have an agency like SI:7 to back you? Bitch you are going to be constantly on the run. Wish more spies went into things like hideouts, fake IDs, disguises, and simply how one lives their life in two ways. Their job, and their home, and the means by which they stop them from ever crossing. Would be interesting.

- - - - -

🔥 Same thing with people who make big military titles. Respect is earned. I don’t care if you are the Lord or Dutchess or whatever. I don’t care how much land your characters own, how many castles, how many peasants they oversee, give them a whole continent for all I care. If you rock up on the RP scene and expect people to immediately respect/fear/obey your character without putting in the legwork and the time, you deserve nothing.

Gotta walk the walk. Crawl before you run. Be patient and let your character earn their place in the RP sphere. If you try and force it, you’ll wind up ostracized fast.

🔥 ‘Bodyguard NPCs’. I hate that shit. I’ll tell you why. Because it’s a bullshit way of opting your character out of ever having to worry about anything. I mean, if I wanted to, I could say my character have 500 snipers on every rooftop in the city so if anyone tried to do anything they would be dead.

It’s lazy writing, and even lazier storytelling. It reminds me of this image in just how lazy it is. ‘My character is surrounded by 2 bodyguards at all times’. Well you and your bodyguards have a great day I’m going to go write with an RPer who is actually willing to open their character to events.

Also, if you want bodyguards, -have players as your bodyguards-. There are plenty of folks who would love to play bodyguard to a noble for that dynamic and story. Don’t just horsecrap in guards, actually hire guards. Played by players. Now that would be cool.

Ugh, it really bothers me. Such lazy writing..

🔥 I wanna conclude by saying something in defense of the noble RPers. I made a whole post here about this exact point. While I know many noble RPers get a well deserved bad rep, there are many decent and even phenomenal noble RPers who understand narrative flow and don’t always need their character at center of attention.

And it bothers me when people don’t ICly give nobility their dues. I understand if people are being a dick, but if a noble RPer is giving an honest go and not being invasive.. work with them, okay? Most people would show some degree of respect to nobility, even if it is just as simple as ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’ or ‘my lord’ or ‘my lady’.

I know.. everyone’s character is too big and badass for that, but if a noble RPer is being respectful, then for the love of god be respectful back and show that character the respect the title deserves, yeah? Or at least -acknowledge- that the character has power and influence and you wouldn’t say.. spit in their face or insult them in person.

In a world where no one takes consequences.. fucking ever.. for anything.. it’s easy for people with titles to be abused by fellow RPers because they know they can’t really ‘do anything’. That’s just shitty. Try and play to what the character is, yeah? It will make everyone happier, and you’ll get some good RP out of it too!

#ooc #asks

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shaniahnoel · 6 years

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Buttercup Pt 1/?

A/N: Well, this is my first time dabbling in Fanfiction, please let me know what you think! It’ll be a romance between Sweet Pea and an OC, but I wanted to actually build it so we’re not there yet.

Word Count: 1538ish

Warnings: None

Part Two

“Hey Sweets, can you do me a solid?” Fangs asked, a little hesitantly.

Sweet Pea looked up and cocked an eyebrow, waiting.

“Can you come to dinner at my house tonight? My aunt is gonna be there, and she just gets on the Southside all the time.”

“And you want me to go there why...? To get insulted?”

“No, P, me and my mom, well this is family y’know so she gets tongue tied and doesn’t want me to say anything and I gotta respect my moms. You don’t have that limit.”

Sweet Pea’s lips turned up in a smirk. “So you want me to champion the Southside? What kind of Serpent are you?”

The last words were a challenge and Fangs stiffened.

“The kind that puts his mom above anything. This is how I care for blood. Getting you in is how I care for family. I don’t even want to fight with her. I want her to get us.”

There was a moment of tension where Sweet Pea looked down at the newer member who, to his credit, didn’t blink.

“Alright Fang, for your mom though.”

Fangs’ mom fluttered nervously around the kitchen, triple checking every dish. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail and she hastily pulled the tag off the blouse she was wearing. Fangs was setting the table while Sweet Pea stood back and took in the scene. His annoyance of the whole thing faded as he listened to Fangs mom lecture him about the way he had spoken to his aunt before. Fangs had defended the Serpents.

“Oh, and Fang? Soph’s coming too.”

Fangs face was somewhere between a smile and grimace, like he couldn’t quite decide how he felt about that.

“She’s my cousin, P. A year younger.” He said in response to the question in his eyes.

“Great more Northsiders.”

As he spoke the gravel crunched outside and Fang ducked to grab the glass his mom had let tumble. Setting it carefully on the table, he took one last look at the settings, knowing his aunt would complain anyways. He heard his mom answer the door.

“Angela, it’s good to see you!” she tried to sound enthused.

“Yes, yes, Rachel please let me in before any of the riffraff around here get ideas.”

Sweet Pea turned to the door. Fangs’ aunt was nearly identical to her sister, except a few inches shorter and many degrees colder. His cousin shuffled in behind her, clearly uncomfortable in the South Side already. She smiled softly at her family and gave them each brief hugs. Sweet Pea came forward then and held out his hand. Sophia’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked up at him. At first Sweet Pea took it to be fear but, before he could react, he felt her hand in his.

“I’m Sophia,” she said, “and you are?”

“Sweet Pea.”

“Sweet Pea,” she repeated, clearly trying to match the name to the giant in leather before her.

“These gangs and their stupid names. Still, it’s a nicer sounding name than ‘Fangs’, Michael.”

Fangs gave a weak chuckle, as if something about that was funny to him. Sweet Pea bit his tongue on his reply. Instinct said to put the Northsider in her place, but family said to help his fellow Serpent. He would endure for now.

They made it through most of the meal decently. Aunt Angela briefly traded in her South Side comments to instead remark on Rachel’s cooking. Rachel had the best homecooked food in the South Side, so Sweet Pea was left to assume this woman was capable of no positivity. Sophia and Fangs were catching up, whatever had caused his indecision later seemed to have passed. She leaned forward then to talk to him.

“So, Sweet Pea, what year are you?”

“Junior, same as Fang.”

“And how long have you been a Junior?” Aunt Angela asked.

As he heard the implication, Sweet Pea’s face darkened and he didn’t trust himself to answer. Fang looked at him apologetically, but it was Sophia who spoke.

“Mom, what is your problem?”

“My problem? My daughter is on her way to becoming valedictorian and going to go on to an Ivy school. I don’t have a problem. That my nephew is on the fast track to joining his father in prison is my sister’s problem. One I’ve been trying to help her see since she married that Serpent.”

“James is a good man.” Rachel snarled.

“Yes, Rachel, because good men end up in prison.”

“Mom, shut up, Uncle James is a good guy. So is Fang.”

“Sophia! Only a few hours in the South Side and you’re already under their influence. Good people don’t join gangs. Fang isn’t just some stupid nickname for Michael, he’s joined the Serpents, just like his parents.”

There was a brief moment where Sophia looked at Fang and then her mother. She should have pieced it together, but she just couldn’t picture her sweet cousin in a gang. Her silence lit a match under Sweet Pea.

“Yeah, Northsider, can’t defend a Serpent now, can you?” he said scathingly.

“You see, Sophia? They’re all the same on the South Side. Belligerent idiots who think manners and laws don’t apply to them. I knew I should have eliminated all contact once James went to jail, but being good hearted I thought Michael could use your influence. But now here he is becoming this obstinate little—”

“Mom,” Sophia’s voice cut across. “The only thing I care about is how Fang feels about Buttercup.”

There was a brief pause. Angela and Sweet Pea both wore a look of confusion, while Rachel looked surprised. Fang, however, smiled and answered:

“I say to hell with the other two, Buttercup is my girl.”

Sophia smiled then and turned to face her mom.

“Mom, I don’t care if Fangs is a Serpent. I don’t care that my Uncle is in prison. I don’t care that Aunt Rachel still lives on the South Side. This is our family, and it’s time we act like it.”

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that. We are going home and we’re going to discuss your punishment.”

“No, you can go home. It’s a Friday, I’m staying the night at Aunt Rachel’s. If it’s okay with her, that is.”

“Soph, you are always welcome in my home.”

Angela’s lips were in a thin line as she stood up.

“Sophia Margaret, come with me this instant or you will regret it.”

Now, Sophia wasn’t afraid of her mother, but she hesitated. Staring uncertainly between her cousin and aunt but it was Sweet Pea who spoke.

“You’ll be fine, Soph, Serpents take care of their family.”

With renewed confidence she spoke, “Just go mom. Take your bigotry with you.”

The door of the house slammed shut and gravel spun as her mother drove away. There was an awkward silence when she left and Sophia began to get flushed as she realized what had just happened. Her mother’s threat started to sink in. Rachel came and put an arm around her.

“Hey,” she said, “it’ll be alright. Thank you, for sticking up for us all.”

Tears were forming in Sophia’s eyes.

“I shoulda stood up to her sooner. I missed you both. I just couldn’t get through to her. I thought maybe a nice dinner like we used to have would change things, but clearly nostalgia doesn’t bring miracles..”

“Hey, it’s all good.” Fangs responded warmly. “At least I got my girl back.”

Sophia bit back a laugh while Rachel groaned.

“Ugh, worrying about what the two of you are gonna be up to is worse than worrying about the Serpents.”

“I’m not sure why you’re worried, it sounds like they just talk about powerpuff girls?” Sweet Pea said with a smirk.

“Hey no, no, it’s not what you think,” Fang quickly countered.

“I think that my boy Fang just confessed to liking Buttercup the Powerpuff Girl… what am I missing here? I want the full story to tell the guys.”

“He was defending me,” Sophia stepped in with an eye roll while Rachel laughed in the background. “When I was 12, I was fighting with my friends about the best powderpuff girl. I know it was stupid, but they were making fun of me, and Fang overheard them. So, he came and joined my side and when the guys he knew asked if he really watched a chick show, he lied to them and said he did. He sacrificed his friendships to support me. It was about time I sacrificed for him.”

Rachel wiped her eyes at the remark, but Sweet Pea just snorted.

“I’m still telling them that you’re into Buttercup.”

“Well, personally I’m confused about how you immediately recognized the name as a Powerpuff Girl?”

The quip came out before Sophia really thought about it, but it had Fangs cracking up immediately. Sweet Pea’s face flashed with annoyance but something about her eyes as she said it calmed him down. His lips quirked up in a partial smile.

“Okay, okay, I’ll keep it quiet… for now.”

Rolling her eyes, Sophia turned to Fangs.

“So it seems like we need to catch up forreals, Serpent.” She teased Fangs.

A/N: Obviously I don’t own any of the Riverdale characters, but Sophia and her relationship with our beloved Sweet Pea are my personal creation as well as the plot lines herein. There may be some basis on events currently happening in Riverdale, but not necessarily.

#riverdale #sweetpea #sweet pea #sweetpea x #fanfiction #riverdale fanfiction #sweetpeaspodsquad #southside serpents #sweet pea riverdale

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perpetualxfire · 6 years

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Tucker and Lina? Is that a ship?..........IT IS NOW!

[ Put a Ship in my Ask Box ]

(Everything’s a ship fam. Sharklina’s a ship. I’ve even seen Counselor/Lina which lbr is a bit weird. And there were The Dark Days but we don’t talk about those.)

Who’s the Big Spoon and who’s the Little Spoon?

Given that I personally go by the “Carolina’s a fuckin’ giant” headcanon and most Tuckers I’ve seen/interacted with go by “He’s smol and will fite u” Tucker’s probs the lil spoon in this situation. Except, in a domestic AU, if we assume this is, say, a modern AU, my ‘Lina’s a giant’ headcanons aren’t nearly as strong, so... It could probably switch back and forth a little more, then, but she’s still probs gonna be the big spoon most of the time.

What’s their favorite Non-Sexual Activity?

Shootin’ the shit. Which. Is a phrase for ‘sitting around and chatting about life’ if you aren’t familiar with it. I’d say with a beer but thanks to an anon I got a few years back I headcanon Lina as intolerant to Citric Acid which. kinda restricts that. When they actually wanna do something... Carolina’s always up for a jog, if Tucker’s up for it, and they’d probably play some video games together - one of the few areas where Tucker can probably match her levels of competitiveness.

Who uses all the hot water?

I’d be surprised if they didn’t compete over it, to be quite frank.

What’s the most trivial thing they fight over?

What to call their signature color(s) and whether or not they are in fact the same color.

Who does most of the cleaning?

Probably Carolina. Tucker’s pretty good at getting her to chill out, but at the end of the day she still gets very stressed if she doesn’t feel she has some form of control over her environment - and a mess is a level of chaos that irritates her a great deal. I’m sure Tucker would help if and when it came up, but Carolina’s usually on top of things enough that he doesn’t really have to. She does appreciate if he avoids making MORE of a mess, though.

Who controls the Netflix queue?

Lina doesn’t really watch a lot, so I’m inclined to say Tucker, because I can see him having a lot of his favorite movies in it.

Who calls the super/landlord when the heat’s not working?

I could see either of them doing this, honestly, but Carolina’s more likely to do it first, for many of the same reasons as she’d be on top of the cleaning.

Who steals the blankets?

I imagine they’d end up playing a tug of war with them, honestly, before eventually just getting two different sets of blankets.

Who leaves their stuff around?

Honestly, either of them might, but Tucker’s probably more likely to do so, again, by proxy of “Carolina likes to keep control of her environment”.

Who remembers to buy the milk?

Carolina, almost undoubtedly. She’s really on top of this ‘take care of the house’ thing, honestly. It’s kind of scary.

Who remembers anniversaries?

Depends on if either of them are sentimental enough to do so. Carolina usually isn’t, but if Tucker has expressed that anniversaries are important to him, she’ll put in a bit of effort to do so. Honestly, though, I can’t see Tucker caring all that much about it either though.

Who cooks normally?

Tucker, probably. Carolina’s decent at cooking, but not good, and Tucker probably has enough experience from being the most stable member of blue team (including how long people have been there and how consistently they’ve been there; sorry Church but you’re kind of gone like ALL THE TIME).

How often do they fight?

Probably a little more as time goes on before they get into a routine of things. I can easily see Tucker being too intimidated to say much at first, but gradually getting more and more confident in expressing herself - and she’d respect that, even if she’s not really good at... Altering her routine, for lack of a better phrase. She does try, but as Church has demonstrated in canon, it can take a lot to break her out of her defenses and get her to listen.

Once a routine that’s good for both of them is established, though, it’s probably a little calmer.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Honestly I have a very poor grasp of Tucker’s character if that hasn’t come across yet, so... Probably the same as normal? I mean, I’m sure they’d think about one another, but Tucker would probably be of the ‘she can handle herself’ mindset and she’d probs be the same, so I doubt there’d be any worry. They’d probably just end up hanging out with friends. Or, Tucker would. Lina might end up isolating a little.

Nicknames for each other?

Lina’s not good at nicknames but I’m sure Tucker has several.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?

I can see either way honestly. Carolina would insist because she’s got a better idea of where she stands financially, but Tucker might because that’s “Just what the guy does” and he’s gotta treat his lady right (which honestly Carolina doesn’t like but if he insists-)

Who steals the covers at night?

This is a repeated question, actually. Pretty sure it’s identical to ‘who steals the blankets’.

What would they get each other for gifts?

Lina would probs get Tucker little doodads and souvenirs from wherever she travels to - the more cool and/or unusual the better- and I imagine he’d get her flowers. Not a very permanent gift, but she fucking loves them, and besides, permanent gifts mean clutter and she doesn’t need that in her life. Jewelry is good too, though, if he decides to aim high. When you can pick the dandelions in the yard and please her, though, why?

Who kissed who first?

Probably Carolina. I can see Tucker wanting to, but secretly being a bit cowed by her. She has that effect on people, and it is, in fact, very intentional.

Who made the first move?

Either of them could. I could see Tucker doing it because he’s. Tucker. But I could also see Lina doing it to throw Tucker off his groove and see how he recovers, and then just watching where things go from there.

Who remembers things?

They’re actually both very good at this, which is nice - it means they can both relax just a little because one of them is probably going to remember.

Who started the relationship?

See ‘Who made the first move’.

Who cusses more?

Tucker.

What would they do if the other was hurt?

I can see Tucker being far more panicked than Carolina - on either side. Carolina would get hurt and Tucker would be freaking out making sure she was okay and she’d end up calling the hospital herself because he’d be so panicked he forgot. If Tucker was hurt, she’d honestly probably seem a bit distant and uncaring to him purely because her number one priority is making sure the situation is taken care of - then making sure he’s doing alright. Unfortunately, given that Tucker seems like he’d be a bit panicked, this might not be the best trade off.

#anonymous #>> Answered Asks;;

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redrobin-detective · 7 years

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Not trying to get into the shipping war but I didn't get into Avatar TLA fandom until post S2 and it had never occured to me to ship Katara/Zuko. They were enemies who fought over Aang. They had the worst relationship w/each other until post TSR ep (which for a number of reasons I thought was the most anti romantic Zuko/Katara ep that also pushed why Aang was more compatible). I personally find their platonic dynamic, be it as enemies or friends, much more fascinating/better for each other.

(Just want to take a moment to say thank you anon, I’ve been looking for an opportunity to rant about Zutara when I see this in my ask. Thank you for giving me the chance to rant about something that’s bothered me for 10 years)

People are allowed to ship what they want, I can’t stop them and I generally don’t care but Zutara has bugged me since I decided to watch ATLA (the Day of Black Sun was the first live episode I watched). If you like Zutara, go ahead and please enjoy it. I strongly dislike it and I’m going to explain why. If you don’t want to see it, don’t read under the cut. I will be discussing why I dislike Zutara and why I support Maiko and Kataang (with caveats).

I think Zutara was the first, really big ship I encountered in fandom. I was blown away by how mean and intense some people were into shipping fictional characters (still am tbh). This is also probably the first real time I was exposed to the ‘Opposites Attract’ trope of shipping which. I. Utterly. Despise. Everyone was all 'oh fire and water, opposites coming together in love uwu’ and I’m like ??? Even 13 year old me who’s terrible with people and was still icked out by the idea of guys knew that opposites attract is a complete fallacy in a relationship.

People don’t fall in love with their opposite! Or maybe they feel strong attraction but to have a stable, respectful relationship you simply can’t work with someone who you can’t find common ground with. Now I know this isn’t completely true even as I type this, there are exceptions to everything but in most cases, opposites don’t work for romance. Let’s also kill the 'Oh these people hate each other, it must be sexual tension’ trope while we’re at it. Sometimes you just gotta let people hate each other.

You may argue that Katara and Zuko aren’t complete opposites and I would agree, they actually have a decent amount in common. The main problem I see with them is their complimentary traits don’t suit each other and as a couple they wouldn’t achieve a healthy, happy relationship.

- Both Katara and Zuko have unresolved anger relating to their childhoods and respective traumas. We see in TSR that Zuko is trying to reach out to her by feeding her anger and Katara very nearly does something she would have regretted later, something opposed to her basic traits while Zuko is having his father’s teaching on hatred and revenge justified to an extent. This is not a healthy thing.

- Both Katara and Zuko are compassionate and protective almost to the point of jealousy and rage. Again, that sort of personality wouldn’t promote respect but become confining. Zuko has shown that he struggles with romantic jealousy (though most of that incident was born out self-hatred, it’s still there just better controlled) and Katara has a desire to mother and protect. Those two instinct would war with each and make the relationship troubled from the start.

- Both Katara and Zuko are fiercely loyal to their people. I have never been more confused than I was by a text post saying Zutara should have been endgame because Katara “wouldn’t have had her cultural identity erased to become Aang’s baby momma” like??? Aang, for all his faults, loved Katara as she was and she maintained her Water Tribe roots even as his wife. If Katara married Zuko, she’d have been Fire Lady, loyal to the Fire Nation first and forced to live in a Palace. Katara would HATE that level of confinement and while she mightbe better with the Fire Nation now, I doubt she’d be totally cool spending the restof her life amongst the people who murdered her Mother.

Not tomention the whole animosity they had literally throughout the entire series. Ofcourse, Zuko proved himself in TSR but I don’t think Katara really accepted himuntil Sozin’s Comet. And before you cry your tears about how Zuko saved Katarafrom Azula’s lightening, I’m 100% certain given Zuko’s character that he wouldhave done that for anyone. Azula knows her brother is softhearted and we’veseen Zuko protect literal strangers when he didn’t need to. That could havebeen Old Man Li and Azula would have shot that lightening and Zuko would havethrown his stupid ass in the way.

I can see Katara and Zuko growing to begood, close friends. Because we all have those friends that we care and rely onbecause they’re different from us,think differently and bring something unique. Zuko probably relied on Katarafor counsel, advice on how to be a kind but strong ruler while Katara wouldseek him out on political manners and how best to handle Aang. Zuko is a partof the Gaang, now and forever more, he and Katara are the mature ones of thegroup, there to bring order and peace and pave the way for the new world. Butas a romantic couple, they’re simply not complementary in personality andlifestyle to have a truly happy relationship.

Whichbrings me, briefly I promise, to the relationships the two characters are in:Maiko and Kataang. I love Maiko, it’s my favorite of the ATLA ships (aside fromSokki) because I feel they do work and complement each other. I’ll start by gettingthis right out of the way; yes it’s kind of ridiculous that Mai and Zuko hadthat cute lil kiddie crush and then, 5 minutes after Zuko’s back in the FireLord’s favor, Mai makes a move. I’d have preferred if they showed more build-upto the relationship but I guess there wasn’t enough time. But I don’t get allthese accusations of Maiko being abusive. Becauselet me tell you, just because someone messes up in a relationship, makes amistake for the right reasons, that does not mean they’re abusive.

To me, Maiand Zuko are products of the same environment: emotionally stunting/abusive,rigid, accepting nothing less than perfection but they handled it differently.Zuko chose to become angry and emotional over his circumstances (I thinkbecause it’s the only way he could fuel his bending) and Mai chose to bury herfeelings. Healthy? No, Realistic? Yes. Mai liked Zuko because he was genuinelynice guy, he was expressive and open when no one else around her was andencouraged her to be more open. Zuko liked Mai because she was cool and calmbut also a bit nurturing when he needed someone to soothe his flames.

Twodamaged kids helping to repair each other’s faults, what’s better than that?Mai makes mistakes with Zuko, she doesn’t know how to handle his troubles in the Fire Nation and, frankly, she couldn’t. Zuko needed that time to self-reflect and understand that what was happening was wrong. Zuko likewise behaved badly in a few episodes when his anger and self-hatred were making him explode. They both worked through this to improve like, gee, a normal healthy relationship.

Plus Mai would make a good Fire Lady. The Fire Nation needed stability afterthe war and Mai was nothing if not stable. She comes from a good, noble family(to soothe traditionalists) and she’s experienced in keeping firebenderscontrolled (for those worried about Zuko’s youth) and experienced in the waysof the world like Zuko so he can bounce ideas off of her and have her give backa more well-rounded perspective. It’s not perfect but when the series endedthey were 16/15, they have time to learn and grow together. (also I’m ignoringthe comics after The Promise because everything after has sucked)

Kataang I’ma lot less invested in but I can still understand it. Like Zuko and Mai, Aangand Katara have a lot in common and provide a good balance for one another.They really bring out the best in each other, Aang’s encouragements and naturalcheer brighten Katara’s inner sadness/anger and Katara gives Aang a sense oflove and purpose while also gently nudging him the way he needs to go. Peoplecomplain that Kataang was pushed from the start and it was, but man if Aangdoesn’t love the hell out of Katara. He respects her and relies on her andadores her but is still able to push back when she’s out of line. My main thingwith Kataang, which will eventually resolve itself, is the ages. Aang is 12when he’s freed from the iceberg, Katara 14. Aang’s love was a kiddie puppycrush on a calming maternal figure which made me feel a bit icky during the finalepisode.

Because earlyAang did love Katara but he also needed her as a guide and a mother figurewhile Katara was nurturing Aang and making sure he’s safe and happy when hereally needed to be facing the consequences of some of his actions. I see whythe characters did what they did but it makes a romance then kind of ug. I’dhave preferred if the series ended with hints and then skipped to LOK where wesee they married and junk. Because given a few years, I can see Aang and Katarabeing a good healthy couple (with no *shudders* sweeties to be seen).

Aang has just changed the world, he needstime to settle himself as the Avatar and to help Zuko and other leaders repairthe damage done by the 100 year war. Katara needs to figure out what she’sgoing to do, go home? Travel? A romance isn’t advised, especially since they’reso young. But when they’re a few years older, Aang is more mature and iswilling to see Katara as a partner and not someone to mother him and Kataragrows into her potential and decides what she wants, yeah then they’d be happy.

TL;DR: Istrongly dislike Zutara (along with the ‘opposites attract’ and ‘animosity =sexual tension’ tropes it embodies) because it’s not a healthy, compatible shipwhile the canon ships: Maiko and Kataang are much more in line with thecharacters and their goals and have the chance to be long-lasting and happy.

#very long rant #anti-zutara

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Hey I saw your comment on a photo I posted. Curious: what made you leave Islam? I've met many converts but don't know any exmuslims yet. PS: to be clear, i don't care to argue about why Islam is the "best" or put you down, just straight up intrigued by your comment and wanting to learn more. Thanks friend!

Hi, thanks for being kind enough to ask instead of automatically sending hostility which is the usual jazz, I’m happy to share why I left, but it’s not really a simple answer because for me personally there are many reasons why. I get this question a lot so i may as well explain in depth. I’m sorry if this answer get’s really long and I also I hope I do not in any way offend you with my reasons why I’ve left Islam, that’s really not my intention at all. I just want to answer your question. I really don’t want to start any kind of debate or anything. Please let’s keep this civil and informative. Anyway here goes :)

Ever since I was a kid I always felt l like there was nothing after death, so the idea of heaven and hell didn’t really make sense to me. I understood that ‘good’ people go to heaven and ‘bad’ people go to hell or good Muslims who obey Allah go to heaven and people who don’t follow Islam and do haram things go to hell, but the concept of some kind of reward system never really made sense to me because I always felt like you shouldn’t have to follow the ‘right’ religion to go to heaven and that everyone should just try to be decent human beings regardless of whatever outcome in the end after we die.

My grandad is a Hafiz and was a Islamic teacher when he was younger, he taught me to read Arabic when I was around 5 and taught me surah’s and would teach me to read the Quran. Of course as a kid I never really understood what I was reading, I finished the Quran many times but I was only taught how to read arabic, not actually understand it. I’ve always been an open minded person and even as a kid I attended Christian bible studies in primary school which was an optional thing here in some schools in New Zealand. Even as a kid back then those lessons never really made sense to me so when I was around 10 I chose to stop going to them.

When I was around 12 I got another Islamic studies teacher and she gave me a Quran with Arabic and English translation which was awesome. I could finally find meaning and understand all the prayers and things I was reading in the Quran and the more I started to read the English translations the more things didn’t sit well with me, there was a lot I didn’t agree with personally and just didn’t match my personal values and beliefs. I found a lot of things very conflicting. There were things I read that I found to be quite sexist, violent, hateful towards non Muslims, homophobic ect. I was never comfortable with it and I felt like I couldn’t even talk to anyone about it because I’d immediately get hate and abuse for even questioning it.

My younger sisters, being young would sometimes ask questions questioning some things in Islam and those questions would always get shut down and they’d be diverted or guilt tripped or warmed about hell. I once sorta just asked question questioning something and I was immediately made to feel guilty about even just asking the question. I felt like I never had an option or my own say on what I was allowed to believe I was born Muslim therefore that’s what I was and that had to be my identity whetheri liked it or not sorta thing but I felt like I should be allowed to make my own mind up. I never felt like that was an option for me and even now that I identify as an ex Muslim or atheist i feel like my family will literally disown me for it and it would be literally detrimental to me and my mental health and I would pretty much end up homeless. I don’t feel that’s right. The things the Quran says about apostates and atheists and non believers really don’t sit well with me at all, they are really hateful and violent and I’m fortunate that I live in New Zealand because I know If I was open about these things in an Islamic country the consequences would be bad.

My family were pretty strict with Islam, but they never forced me to wear Hijab, they gave me the option but I had to dress very modestly growing up and I would be shamed if you could accidentally see a bra strap or something. I would listen to my muslim friends and family shame people who didn’t dress modestly or showed too much skin, but I felt like it was wrong to do that because that’s their body and their choice. It made me uncomfortable that I always had to put on a scarf or was always being told to cover up around men or when grown men would come over because I felt like grown men or men in general shouldn’t look at me that way or a young girl to begin with. I didn’t like all the emphasis put on purity and virginity, it made me uncomfortable, I felt like there was so much more to a women than her hymen and how non virgin women were spoken about like ruined women. I felt like women should be respected no matter what they wear so I found it so conflicting and it just didn’t sit well with me. Growing up with muslim friends, not all of them wanted to wear Hijab, they were forced to by their parents/families so it’s always bothered me how people say it’s a choice because it’s not. It’s pretty sad to see muslim women say it’s a choice because there are muslim and ex muslim women who are forced to wear Hijab and just imagine how they feel specially when you have muslim women really out there enforcing the fact that it’s a choice.

I would hear family and other muslims say how people who aren’t dressed modestly or showing too much skin are asking for it and it was messed up. I was later sexual assaulted by a guy I was dating. I couldn’t really tell anyone or talk to my family because I know they would blame me for it. It would be my fault for having a boyfriend so it would be my fault that it happened to me. I kept that a secret for years until I talked about it. I’m never gonna tell them something like that because I know i’ll get blamed for it even though I never asked for that to happen. I never dressed overly provocative, not that it even matters.

I experienced and witnessed quite a bit of ‘religious abuse’ like once our Islamic teacher showed me and my younger sisters who were like 6 and 10 a picture of a decomposing corpse and she told us that’s what happens when you go to hell and do haram things ect. We were always told what it would be like in hell. I once asked my religious teacher if my best friend would go to heaven even though she’s a really good person but not Muslim, and she told me my friend would go to hell because she doesn’t follow Islam and pretty much tried to give me information to convert her which made me uncomfortable. Along with the stuff I read about non believers in the Quran.. it made me more uncomfortable.

I grew up with abusive parents, my mum was really abusive, mentally, physically, verbally, mentally and I was always told to obey and respect my mum because heaven is under your mothers feet and mothers are very important in Islam ect. My mum isn’t a good person, but she was pretty religious, she would always wear Hijab and stuff but I felt like she was pretty much hiding behind Islam to convince herself and others she’s a good person when she wasn’t. When I was a kid I would pray to Allah every nightbegging and crying to him to please help me and protect me and save me from all the abuse I was getting but let’s be real, nothing ever happened lol. I was a good kid. I prayed, fasted, read the Quran, was modest. And I was really over the idea of it just being a ‘test’ of my devotion and faith to Allah when It was just years of suffering and abuse and nothing happening. It made me think about all the other bad shit happening in the world and other people suffering. I can’t accept that it’s in god’s will or it’s some life lesson or test or whatever, it doesn’t feel right.

My grandma always says we suffer now and it will be worth it after you die when you go to heaven but I just found that incredibly sad and made no sense to me. I learnt that you gotta work hard to achieve shit in life, you gotta do things and make changes. That’s how I got out of the abuse myself, I left to go live with other family because my mums abuse was too much. My grandparents have been pretty unwell for a long time and in and out of hospital and a lot of it could have been avoided which really gets to me because instead of addressing things when they happen they ‘leave it in Allah’s hands’ or ‘pray’ instead instead of actively doing things to help themselves. My grandad used to do dua on people a lot and make dua water (prayer water) for unwell people ect.. and I understand and respect that people genuinely believe in that and believe in prayer but sometimes you just gotta do things to help yourself you can’t always rely on Allah and watching people loved ones just suffer because they had been taught their lives to just be submissive and obey Allah and pray instead of actively taking action is pretty hard.

Something that’s always bothered me is that no ones ever really taken me seriously either, like people don’t really take ex Muslims seriously. Muslims just assume you’re lost, misguided, going through a phase or just want to piss off your family ect lol. That’s really not the case. Like yeah, i’ve had a rough childhood and all but that’s not why I’m an ex Muslim, I’ve done my research and been a practicing Muslim, prayed, fasted, read the quran, helped at the mosque ect. it’s our right and our choice and it’s one we consciously make ourselves not because were stupid or lost or under the influence of shaytaan or something lol.

That kind of comes to the treatment of ex Muslims. The way ex Muslims are treated is another thing, were basically treated like were stupid, the Muslim community pretty much as no respect or empathy for us because we aren’t Muslim anymore. People literally get killed, disowned, abused for leaving Islam, being gay/lesbian/transgender/bisexual. I can’t sit here and convince myself that it’s a religion of peace knowing what’s written in the Quran and how ex Muslims and how some Muslim women and lgbt Muslims and ex Muslims are treated. I also always found it ironic how converts are welcomed with open arms into Islam but if someone leaves islam they are treated like trash.

It’s hurtful when Muslims get so mad at even the idea of ex Muslims identifying as ex Muslims. Like we can still culturally be Muslims, sometimes it’s not even a choice like, we still have to fast, pray and wear hijab in order to not be disowned and stuff. They say it’s a choice to leave Islam but is it really? If for a majority of us the only choices are being disowned, homeless, abused, dead? That’s why you have a lot of angry ex Muslims, I’m not justifying the ones that get really riled up and hateful. They are probably mourning the fact they lost their childhood being forced to follow something that was never for them and something like that takes a while to accept and grow from. I think it’s important to listen to ex Muslims because that’s how were going to learn to move forward and learn to treat each other better and actually talk about and address issues. Like let’s be real, there are issues in Islam that effect us, whether you’ve left or not, problems with the treatment of Lgbt Muslims and women such.

These are important things.I could go on to explain other reasons but I’ve already made this post way too long lol. I just really wanted to open and honest. I hope I didn’t offend you, as I said that wasn’t my intention at all and if you have anymore questions I’m happy to answer them the best I can. Of course this is my personal story sort of thing as to why I left, i’m not speaking for all ex Muslims. I do feel its important to listen to our stories though. Thanks for reading this if you made it this far. Cheers :)

#ex muslim #islam #religion #sorry for the rambling #personal

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linktc5465 · 5 years

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First Post...What to say.

Sitting her Alone in an Apartment can get someone thinking.

Hi, My Name is as it is above. well, nickname actually. i’m based in tucson so things that are relatively random is to give a sort of idea.

I’m Not from Tucson Originally, i moved here from Oakley, California when i was 12 in 19...(Does Math...33-12=21 2019-21=1998) god i hope i got that math right. never was good at math. never was good at anything really... I was raised LDS and had a Mixed Religion household. Moms beliefs were whatever her husband/boyfriend believed unless they believed in the same faith as her, sister still a loyal member. my sisters are either Agnostic, Non-Denominational Christian and Pagan. me i am...I know there’s something out there. just unsure what. i have no Social or Religious beliefs. I believe though that if you need Religion to See yourself as a better person you’re not even worth the dust you stand on and if you would rather use politics to force people to believe what you do you are nothing more than a glorified bully.

i didn’t get out much. however when i was told someone was not to be associated with i was right there associating with them. and while the associated party was just as much trouble as i was told. so i focused on Games, Comics, Movies and i felt at peace. i started Writing Corny little stories, FanFictions, had a few eye-openers when it came down to my personal beliefs.

...Okay honestly i feel like... like i don’t belong here. i mean...I’m Straight. I’m not going to Lie, sometimes, Tumblr is seen as the “Gay Blog Spot“. I don’t find that many things offensive but “The Gay Blogspot?“ Really? Couldn’t think of a better Comparison like “Grab your Fandoms and Join us?“ Like “a Better Melting Pot“ where you won’t be booted out cause you won’t “Assimulate“ to decent Morals? Like Not being a Dick for instance?

No i don’t get offended easily. Probably shouldn’t more but Damn things do piss me off;

When i Was younger i was into All this stuff. I was into Pokemon, Comic books, Hell i knew about the Green Lantern and the Flash before they were on Justice League (Cartoon.) those were my Fandoms. i was picked on because of it.

Sometimes i envy everyone. i envy the Kids today were the Schools can or are taking a Stance against it. where parents are telling their kids “Stop taking shit“ and yet when i was younger it was Teacher: “are you being bullied?”

Me: “Yes.“

Teacher: “are you bullying them?“

Bully: “No.“

Teacher: “you’re both dismissed.“

and he would stay out trouble, Rinse. Repeat.

Dating wasn’t even that Easy for me. my first kiss came along and i was out of The Church and started to believe what i wanted to, Went to the same school she did, and ended up staying all because i didn’t want to go back to school with my sister and deal with the system they had of...basically, Intellects are Separated amoungst each other. (and the school is seen as one of the best charter schools here. huh, go fig.). but i’d get bounced around by the same girl throughout the years, Lied to, played or one who even decided to treat me like i was just something she can have. so my emotions are all freaked out because of that. but... i dunno. the more i felt the deeper i went into my depression and my own hobbies. even now, at 33 with my girlfriend i find myself only saying how i feel when i’m not really wanting to game or even write. yet i can find myself talking to some, Random Stranger who asks me “How are you doing?“. i don’t think it’s hatred, but a lack of Trust.

I trusted My mother, she tried getting me on social security and when i was denied, she lost interest. started looking towards my sisters more and more. leaving me in the dust. Dad treats me how Red Foreman treats eric. i’m not a father but i’m pretty sure that’s not how you treat your kids regardless on WHAT side you’re on. The Last Woman i truly loved ended up Cheating and leaving, only to return MARRIED and knowing i shouldn’t said “what the hell.“. My Girlfriends Mother treated me like her son only to force her to get the law involved into some BS charge. Remember what i said about Depression and me diving Deeper into my hobbies or Fandoms? Yeah. always question why i’m alone yet question why i push people away. why i prefer being alone and yet i have a Girlfriend.

a part of me wonders...if i wasn’t treated this way, if we got the better help needed like we had today would i still be like this? Answer would probably be Yes.

I Don’t like thinking about these things though. Things are different Now. AS a Result my Mom (You remember her, the Woman who Believes whatever her Relationship believes) is someone i no longer talk to. My girlfriend of (Pretty much) 6 years ended up leaving again. i am Working now so i’m no longer relying on wishing i had SSI. I have a place of my own that i hardly ever visit. and i drink more coffee than i should.

but am i Better? No. i mean, My girlfriend got some CBD edibles a while back nd i tried one and thought they would help.

NOPE!

fact they didn’t kick in at all. but they probably didn’t effect me. probably because there’s more Coffee in my system to even make one Leroy Jethro Gibbs go “you’ve had enough.“

hmph...NCIS. you know i watch shows like THAT mainly cause i find them entertaining? how is it i’m not political, and yet, i watch shows like the simpsons, where it got SO political, everytime a new headline comes up, the Simpsons are covering it the Season. Guess its because I find shows like NCIS entertaining. I prefer listening to Old Style Country and Rock. i have my coffee black and believe that a Persons Religious beliefs shouldn’t be forced on others. and that’s pretty much it...Really? Guess i’m just a Little old fashioned. and tired, and a little Ornry. using terms that no one else uses.

god i feel old...pretty much am. 33 years old. 33. 33 years old and a woman who is in her 50′s looks hotter than most of the women either 5 years younger than me or 10 years older than me. you millenials, remember when we were younger and our grandparents would come down Grandma made cookies and dinner despite your parents wishes and your grandpa would help your dad on the car to get away from your mom and Grandma because they started fighting? only to find out there was nothing really wrong with the car to begin with. yeah. now it’s like some guy could cheat on his girlfriend with her grandma, or even her grandpa. Damn seniors look good these days and yet i look in the mirror and i look ugly as all get out :/

And there we go...I’ve always felt Looks don’t really matter. you could be the most handsome or beautiful woman in your group and still be ugly on the inside. or the least bit attractive and still be gentle. or in reverse.

i dunno...

Depression, Social Anxiety, Self-Doubt and a lack of trust for everyone with a hint of personal beliefs make the cluster fuck that is...Me.

people tell me “Show some respect.“ Dude, Respect is Earned. Doesn’t matter of your race, gender identity, sexual orientation, religion or political beliefs we all earn respect the same way and we keep the respect. yeah there’s the given respect but treating people like crap won’t make you gain there respect nor will it earn you theres.

This is the crap i believe :/ and i gotta wonder sometimes if it’s even WORTH believing.

Now, i’m looking around and it’s...i dunno.

Feminsm feels more like attacking men just because their men while the real feminist wanna go “Nuh-uh.“

Bullying is now being dealt with Accordingly

Pokemon go is being liked by everyone.

being a part of a Fandom is now cool but there’s still the Toxic fans who want to ruin it for everyone.

Body positivity is either picking up or Dying out.

Which brings me to This...Why is it that to some women are aren’t attractive by some peoples point of views or societies view looks at others like they’re the uglist thing on the planet. and we Keep Bringing people down. I was heading back to my girlfriends from Work about 3 weeks ago or so, i was walking behind this woman who, okay was attractive by someones standpoints and i was on the phone with my girlfriend, i told her (my girlfriend) “Love you“ and waited for her response where i than proceded to hang up. this woman, looks behind her, to me, and starts walking faster to where she acts as though I’m being creepy and i was gonna do something to her.

1.) she wasn’t my type and

2.) if i were there were cops up at the cross sections (Night time)

and 3. i’m too damn tired to do a damn thing. yet if i thought she was creepy it’d be an entirely different thing.

Why is it we want to be kinder to everyone and yet there are still people who have to Knock a random stranger, who was ONE THE PHONE with his girlfriend and wanted to get home safe and secure, Down.

Can i Just Ask, simple and Calmly What have we Become? has many peoples Charges affected us as people to where we can’t even hold doors open to be nice, ESPECIALLY in Tucson where it’s sweating in places you didn’t even know you had sweat glands in, and be seen as anti woman all because you think to yourself “hey, this person could use help and i don’t want them to drop the presents, let the baloons go flying and Maybe Drop the Cake“. or in the case of that eone going up behind her while they were on the phone and actually say “I love you” to the person they chose to spend the rest of their life with?

Okay, Yeah, i get it. we gotta be vigilant now. maybe more than ever but REALLY?

i feel like i was born in the wrong year. feel like i grew up in the wrong time. both sides really. like i could have gotten the help i needed when i was younger but listen to the old music.

I don’t really know what to feel :/ so if you don’t mind...i’m gonna go back to playing Minecraft.

Thanks for Reading... it means a lot.

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