My Among Us Strategy Is To Get Murdered As Quickly As Possible. I Prefer To Be A Ghost Bc It Makes Doing

Please, reblog! IIt’s called self defense. Apart from having here, in the US, one of the highest cases of homicide and rape in the world and high rate of GBV, think about how this could help your mother or sister

I got into an argument with a friend of mine about relationships and what's considered cheating.

They told me it's immediately a red flag if their s/o snatches their phone/hides it from them but like? No it's not? I'm not sure about everyone but I know for a fact that there's people out there who struggled to have privacy growing up.

Parents taking phones and going through it, having friends take it and do stupid shit, etc.. Hiding something from your partner and wanting privacy are two very different things!

I've never been given privacy, especially in my early teen years when I had a phone. My parents would constantly snoop around and ground me for dumb reasons just to have an excuse to look through it. Or they'd read my diary without my consent. My door/locks have been taken away multiple times. That's not right and seriously fucked up. Every human being deserves privacy.

Ask your partner to use their phone. Don't just assume it's free to use when no talks of boundaries have been set. There are conversations with friends and family that they don't want others to see because it's private and meant to be between two people. (Another example I've been put through: My father demanded I tell him the "truth" when I panicked and tried grabbing my phone away from him. My reason? A close friend of mine came out and talked to ME about THEIR feelings and thoughts. No one else was supposed to read that. It's not always because the kid is hiding something horrible like wtf lol)

And yes I understand parents can be worried about online friendships and relationships but at a certain point, when they're old enough to handle themselves mentally and emotionally, parents have no right to take action and steal/take away phones or take down doors/locks.

Respect your partner. Respect your kids. It's not that hard like c'mon now lol.

Your thoughts on wolfstar? I did not find anything in your marauders master post on it. It's just... such a weird pairing for me. I don't understand why it is weird for me, and at the same time I don't understand why people ship them.

I address them somewhat here.

As for asking me about pairings, well, I'll give my two cents but keep in mind that you're better off asking a shipper. If you want the how's and why's of someone loving this pairing, then it's best to go to the source.

I'm just here for the heresy of it all.

Thoughts on Remus/Sirius

Regardless, I don't see it. Or, rather, if I do see it then it's a toxic wasteland of a relationship that is terrible for all parties involved. (I'm about to get flogged for this, I'm sure.)

So, what's the trouble?

First, Sirius never seems all that interested in Remus. Throughout canon, and the glimpses we have in the past, he is far more interested in James. Remus is... the charity friend, it was James who was actually Sirius' best friend by far. This, obviously, is a big obstacle for the pairing.

Second, the werewolf incident. Sirius uses Remus, nearly causes him to become a murderer or else ruin Severus Snape's life against his will, and isn't sorry about it. Remus, had Dumbledore not covered for him, would have been expelled and likely imprisoned if not executed/banished. And Sirius did this for a laugh, because it was funny.

Remus knows all of this, and I imagine he never truly forgave Sirius for it. Certainly, when it looked as if Sirius betrayed the Potters, Remus didn't question it. Because, in retrospect, Remus could say he wasn't that surprised. Look what Sirius did before.

I doubt Sirius and Remus could ever truly be friends again after this. Oh, they pretended, but the friendship was broken. Shortly later, Sirius and James believe Remus is a spy. Remus has to live with everything that has happened. Given friendship's not on the table, romance certainly isn't.

Third, and somewhat related to the werewolf incident, but Sirius doesn't take Remus' condition seriously. He and James treated it as a joke, a cool quirk Remus has. And yeah, it's great they're so accepting, but Remus is living with a chronic condition that leaves him in agony every month, that will deny him employment for the rest of his life, and leave him destitute. And there's James and Sirius calling it his 'furry little problem'. There's this self-congratulatory air about it, that the Marauders thought they were so progressive because they were friends with a werewolf, without ever having to understand what it means to be a werewolf. And then, of course, Sirius using said chronically ill best friend to nearly murder a classmate.

And then of course there's Sirius. He spent ten years in hell on earth, comes out a broken and barely functioning man, and one who has to confront that his best friends are either dead, traitors, or believed he was the scum of the earth. I don't see Sirius ever truly forgiving Remus for believing he was a Death Eater, never mind Sirius thought Remus was a spy, but to me Sirius would never truly be able to forgive that. If Remus had fought for him, then perhaps Sirius never would have been sent to Azkaban. Remus didn't, and what does that say about how Remus views Sirius?

There's nothing left between them by the point we reach canon except barely restrained hostility, bitter feelings, and empty nostalgia for a time that will never return to them.

And if they did have a romantic relationship on top of all of this? It would be to make the other suffer, to take out all the rage over lycanthropy, the imprisonment, the werewolf incident, every little thing that stands between them after all these years. It would be thinly veiled hatred in the form of sexual intercourse.

Why Does Everyone Else Ship It?

They're Harry's cool gay uncles. The movies softened Sirius a lot and made him a lot less unhinged, they also made Lupin generally more pleasant, which makes them easier figures to ship. And with them you get the idea that Harry can have his found families (without the Weasleys).

He can have these two cool uncles who were his parents best friends and they can have breakfast together and eat waffles and wouldn't it be wonderful? They can tell Harry it's okay to like Draco Malfoy, not everyone's like those repressed muggles, and everything can be jolly and good in the world.

People adore this and they desperately want to fix Harry's situation, fix his world and his family life. More, everyone loves Sirius, he's the funny character, and Remus having such history with him, being a friend, is the obvious character to throw at him.

Which is why we get Remus/Sirius in many fics, even as just a secondary pairing to whoever Harry's chasing after today.

The day I died but Somehow Stayed

23th of February was so normal it hurts. It was the 23th day since my 26th birthday and 24th day since I’d finally started treating my MDD.

I don’t remember what it was that I ate. I don’t remember what song on Spotify was the soundtrack of that day. I have physical memory though - my whole body feels sore and hard to move because of the hiit exercises I started doing. It was painful to breathe, let alone walk or sit or even laugh. 

I have a mental memory - I was scrolling through concerts’ ads hoping to see some rad bands performing in Kyiv in late April. My sister will have turned sweet 16 on the 28th, so I wanted to make that day a memory she could go back to every time she feels upset or broken or unable to keep pace. Be careful what you wish for, they say. Now I wish I did. As my little angel will never forget her sour 16 she met under russian occupation in Mariupol, dreaming not of Black Pink or Maneskin singing to her in the flesh, but of taking hot shower after 2 months of living in the basement of the Culture Palace she once used to go to dance classes. Once. How unfair this “once” was just 90 days ago. An eternity. 

I have a memory that makes me angry and sick - an echo of a conversation me and my partner had that day. With my taking antidepressants I was also trying to finally try living again, first time after 6 years of isolation and self-destruction. We were planning to go to the Philharmonia and I was thrilled - it felt like I was going to meet the Queen, no less. Social anxiety will do it with you, beware.

I remember myself whining about the new Batman movie and how we’d rather go to the cinema if only there was any decent title. You see, I love Batman. The me from the 23th did, at least. The me who was complaining about going out to listen to some music live. 

And that’s where I feel like throwing up. That’s where I get angry with my past-self.

How easy life was for her. How she took for granted the possibility to wake up to cars honking and birds tweeting outside along with a bunch of I-don’t-know-who-but-they-are-hilarious users on Twitter doing the same.

I want to scream at myself, say “why am I suffering now so much, why do I cry every night and beg the gods to take me in my sleep and not with a GRAD fragment splitting my throat open or cutting off my limbs or burning me alive in my own bed, why my concern is not that about how to find the money to finally get my mom to Prague on her birthday - cause she always wanted to visit Europe - but how to find a way to fucking just hear her voice and know she is still alive there, in Mariupol, for now she is still breathing, why am I supposed to live through this hell same way dozens of my Ukrainian ancestors did just because there’s a MONSTER neighboring my country, why am I to be exterminated just because I’m Ukrainian wanting to live in MY country and speak MY language, why the people I used to call relatives and friends who live in russia are telling me I just have to “bear with it” and “get denazificated” and “be corrected and thus saved”, why they deny every missile that hits my street or say I deserved it because I live in Ukraine, WHY?”

WHY DO I STILL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS LIVING IN THE EVENING OF THE 23TH OF FEBRUARY?

I went to sleep at about 3 am. My body was sore and I was annoyed thinking that tomorrow I had a training scheduled. It’s a YouTube hiit marathon so I’d better not skip it.

It was about 4 am I fell asleep at last thinking about the fanfic I was writing to unwind. My personal lullaby. 

And it was 5 something when my partner startled me into the reality. Fully dressed, in his Bershka parka and winter Martins. It was dark in the room and I couldn’t make out the features of his face, all covered in shadows. He was silent, probably waiting for me to fully wake up. But it suddenly felt like I’d never closed my eyes at all. The alertness was overwhelming. 

When he opened his mouth to explain himself, I already knew what happened. That moment is still the one I’m trapped in. The one I died at and got myself buried in bomb shelter with kids crying and the old praying all around while the constant bombing laughs at them, knocking at our doors to let the “russian world” they brought us in. 

My love opened his mouth and I think I will never be able to escape the word he whispered.

It wasn’t “war”.

It was “russia”.

Synonyms.

pic: our basement hideout at the first day of the War. People are settling in. Very cold and dusty and overall terrible. Still better to die under shelling. 

words from starpeace

A new mode of production arises out of the newly networked masses.

Tf-

Yes is was Stolas-

You chose to leave her the SECOND you thought someone would harm your precious little imp. You didn't even bother thinking about how she would feel SEEING YOU IN THAT SITUATION IN THE FIRST PLACE.

The answer to that?

YES.

And before someone says he never did and actually loved her, this doesn't sound like someone who stayed miserable just for their kid to be happy.

(Before anyone says the last two images contradict my statement, him saying this is the equivalent of saying "Hey little Timmy the only reason I allowed myself to be abused and insulted for 17 years is so YOU can have a normal life so I'm let myself suffer solely because of YOU despite having every chance to leave but i chose not to because of YOU". Doesnt sound good does it?)

But this line here:

"It was never enough?" For her?

Does this look like someone who needed more out of an already shitty marriage?

She insulted and bitched about him to her friends, but it looks like the only thing that she needed to be happy was her parties, her equally spoiled friends, and to be pampered 24/7. All things she pretty much had.

It was STOLAS that was never happy and needed more.

Every scene they show him in from the past, he's always icing himself out from the crowd with a scowl on his face and halfway into a bottle of booze.

HE was the one that felt what he had was never enough.

HE was the one to decided to cheat on his wife, not even be private about said affair, and only owned up to it because the narrative demanded it.

And the fact that he just fucking up and decides to not even fight and earn Octavia' forgiveness back is just..

This is NOT someone who loves their child.

If he loved her like he said he did he wouldn't have given up right then; he would've agreed with Blitz when he said this:

All this finale did was confirm the fact that Stolas really didn't care for her in the end. He STILL chose to go home with the same guy that he left his daughter for, he gave up the second she hurt his feelings, and now we're supposed to feel bad for him because of the sad music in the background?

And before anyone says I'm wrong and he didn't choose Blitz over his kid via him going home with the guy, you forgot one tiny little character:

HIS FATHER.

PAIMON.

WHY HASN'T HE GONE TO HIM ABOUT STELLA TRYING TO KEEP OCTAVIA AWAY FROM HIM?

WOULD THIS NOT FUCK UP THE WHOLE HEIR THING FOR THE GOETIA LINE IF ANDRE'S FAMILY WERE TO GET SOLE CUSTODY OF OCTAVIA?

Once again the writing is garbage, the plot is bloated, and Stolas is babies by the narrative for facing the consequences of his actions.

Now he gets the reward of treating Blitz like he doesn't even care about him all throughout season 3 while getting babied even more by Vivziepop and her writing staff cronies

Oh yeah, and Millie's pregnant.

Of course it doesn't get explored any further.

Show rating: -9999/10 (only good part was Octavia' song)

Tehran last night.

“Freedom, freedom, freedom”

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