I support women's wrongs

|| especially if they're funny II she/they II

[dankmemeuniversity]

[but-a-humble-goon]

Oh fuck, the Hulk is now in Dark Souls.

[krimreader]

Supergirl in Stardew Valley. I'm pretty sure that's just a regular visit to the Kent farm though

[turquoiselong030]

I’m gay

Reference 

[genderkoolaid]

reminder that i, as an anarchist and an agnostic, am firmly against anti-theism (the stance that religion is inherently bad and should be abolished). spirituality and religion are normal parts of humanity. they are things that we make and will continue to make. some people do really just have an innate sense/desire for Something Beyond Them and that's not just going to go away Because Marxism. if anything you are throwing away a powerful organizing force that can and has been used for leftist goals, yes, even christianity. there is no part of human society that cannot be used to harm people, there is no social system that cannot be used to exploit people, there is no social construct that cannot be used to justify that harm and exploitation.

the ways in which we think of religion as a concept have been fundamentally shaped by systems of exploitative power. that does not mean this is the only possible way to think of or engage in religion/spirituality. religion has been a major push factor for many to socialism and anarchism. im so sick and tired of y'all. it's not my revolution if i must sever a core part of how i understand myself and the world or else be named an enemy.

[faithfulunsure]

#and there is no way to abolish religion that doesnt involve genocide. people dont want to hear this but its true #<-#prev #there’s no way to abolish religion without cultural genocide too #there’s no way to do it without it getting insanely racist real fast #there’s a conception that My Experience of X Is Universal #and all Christianity in the whole world takes the form of white American evangelism #I’m not saying other forms of Christianity are all better or faultless #but I am saying they’re different and they’re practiced by different people #and you can’t be making blanket statements about Christianity when you’re talking about the specific Christian experience you had #‘but obviously I mean -‘ I don’t care SAY that then #everyone here is able to recognise that the words you use are an important part of shaping your thought process #until it’s about something you cant be arsed about via @teacupsandcyanide

[genderkoolaid]

#fascinating that OP equates atheism with being actively against religion#I’m atheist but that’s only for me. people can express their desire for/belief in Something Else#all they want as long as they don’t insist that I do the same#I also don’t think that religion should be abolished

anti-theism =/= atheism.

[whosname]

[id. A twitter post by @/Bennieeexyz Jury duty letter came addressed to my cat. Not a mistake. "Felix Martinez" - that's his full name according to his vet records. My last name. His first name. Somehow he's a registered voter now. Called the county clerk. Me: My cat got summoned for jury duty. Clerk: Is the name correct on the summons? Me: Yes, but he's a cat. Clerk: Is Felix Martinez a legal resident of this county? Me: He's a legal cat. Clerk: Sir, if the name matches our records, he needs to appear or file an exemption. Me: He can't file anything. He has paws. Clerk: You can file on his behalf. Me: Under what exemption? There's no box for "is a cat." Clerk: (pause) Check "unable to serve due to medical reasons." Me: What's the medical reason? Clerk: He's a cat. Me: That's not a medical condition. Clerk: It is if it prevents him from serving. Sent in the form. Got rejected two weeks later. "Insufficient documentation. Please provide medical professional's statement." Took the letter to my vet. Me: I need you to write that my cat can't do jury duty. Vet: Why is your cat summoned for jury duty? Me: Excellent question. No good answer. Vet: This is the weirdest request I've gotten. Me: Can you just write that he's medically unfit to serve? Vet: On what grounds? Me: He's a cat. Vet: (started typing) "Patient is unable to serve due to species-related limitations including inability to speak, read, or comprehend legal proceedings." Me: Perfect. Sent it in. Got another rejection. "Summons is mandatory. Failure to appear will result in contempt of court." My roommate thought this was hilarious. Roommate: Felix is going to jail. Me: This is serious. Roommate: Bring him to court. See what happens. Decided that was actually the only option left. Day of jury duty, put Felix in his carrier. Brought the entire paper trail of rejection letters. Checked in at the courthouse. Clerk: Name? Me: Felix Martinez. Clerk: (looked at the cat carrier) Is that Felix? Me: Yes. Clerk: (long stare) He's a cat. Me: I've been saying that for six weeks. Clerk: Why didn't you file an exemption? Me: I filed three. All rejected. Showed her the letters. She read through them, expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. Clerk: Someone rejected the veterinary documentation? Me: Twice. Clerk: (called her supervisor over) You need to see this. Supervisor read everything. Looked at Felix. Looked at me. Supervisor: How did a cat get registered to vote? Me: You tell me. Supervisor: This is a data error. Me: Took you six weeks to figure that out. They dismissed Felix immediately. Apologized for the inconvenience. Supervisor: We'll remove him from the voter registry. Me: Appreciate it. Supervisor: (pause) Out of curiosity, how would he have voted? Me: Probably whatever party supports universal treats. Got a formal apology letter a week later and a voter registration card. For me this time. Apparently I wasn't registered, but my cat was. Roommate: Felix committed voter fraud. Me: Felix committed nothing. He's innocent. Roommate: That's what they all say. Felix is sleeping on the jury summons now. Fitting end to his legal career. end id]

[thequeenofcringe22]

(Affectionate)

[lesbianroyai]

rwby makes me want to cry so bad. imagine being created with the budget of a nickel and two toothpicks. the map of the region was a stain on a napkin. the creator wrote out to the ninth volume but died before the last of the third volume. but his friends kept the show going, kept true to what he wrote. the show survived the shutdown of the parent company. had crossover movies with wb and was dropped by them as well. got picked up by yet another studio. has been in hiatus hell for 3 years but is confirmed to continue. this is insane and unheard of for this type of show. also the core message of the show is to not give up, to keep going even when the going gets tough, never give up. rwby is not giving up. rwby, monty, you will always be famous <3

[astraskylark]

RWBY VOLUME 10 IS REAAAAALLLLL

[krimreader]

If you love drama academia is by far the best circle to go in. Like, tonight at a queer party I bore witness to this girl telling my friend, her thesis coordinator, that she was a furry but not to worry be ause she was not "into weird piss kink stuff"

[fakelawyerbug]

So this really has no purpose except angst for angst's sake but;

Idea that Rumi had a dog growing up, a puppy that she found dumped on the side of the road and begged and pleaded with Celine to keep until Celine gave in and agreed that the puppy could live with them.

"You're going to be taking care of it, Rumi-ya," Celine says, already knowing that she's going to be the one feeding and watering the mangy, skinny thing.

Runi grows older, the dog grows older.

And the life of a touring pop star really isn't the best life to give to an aging dog so Rumi decides that it's really for the best if the dog stays with Celine on Jeju, where it's quieter and slower.

(The dog misses Rumi very much)

And what no one tells Rumi, what Rumi has to learn from getting older, is that the years pass quick. And they pass especially quick when one is an artist busy with tours and interviews and marketing and slaying demons.

("When did his muzzle go gray?" She asks, one Chuseok, on one of the precious few days she's able to make it to Jeju.

"Oh, it's been getting that way for a while," Celine says, pushing up her new reading glasses. "We're both senior citizens now.")

(And Rumi had rolled her eyes because Celine wasn't even fifty yet.)

By the time the Idol Awards came around again and Rumi's secret was revealed, she hadn't been back to Jeju for... a while. Her patterns were spreading and she could feel her time running out.

When Rumi arrives on Jeju, she arrives at the hanok first.

And the dog, waiting at the front door (where it had been waiting a long time), raises its head, recognizing Rumi's scent.

Rumi, not wanting to greet her dog like this, shooes it away. Promising that she would be back and walks up the steps to the tree and Celine.

And the dog, watching Rumi go, having waited and lingered until Rumi returned home, lays it's head down a final time.

[frozenwolftemplar]

*see's 'angst for angst's sake*

*sees Argos invoked in the tags*

*remembers how Argos' death absolutely destroyed younger me*

*reads anyway*

*gets absolutely destroyed*

*makes it worse*

Rumi doesn't notice the body as she rushes back through the door. Really, Celine doesn't blame her. At a glance it looks like the dog is just deep in the midst of a peaceful sleep, and that is all Rumi had the time and mental energy for, a glance.

Something too brief to see how his sides don't rise, or fall.

Something too fleeting to notice how stillness lay atop him like a shroud.

Something too distracted to witness what Celine could see the moment her eyes rested on the muzzle gone gray.

He is gone, and has taken another tie to Rumi's childhood with him.

For a moment she crouches alongside the body, fur cooling beneath her palm, silently thanking the dog for the hours of quiet companionship that made her nest feel a little less empty, the nights she breathed a little easier while on a Hunt knowing Jindo was watching over Rumi, and the smiles he put on her little girl's face.

He was a good dog.

Her next thought is for Rumi; of course it is.

She's still on Jeju; it's barely been half an hour since she left; she only needs to call and the car will be crunching back over the gravel so Rumi can run up the walk and bury one last round of tears in the salt-and-pepper fur.

And Celine considers it; has Rumi's contact on her phone screen, has her thumb hovering over the 'call' button.

But she doesn't.

"They're getting worse!" Rumi had all but wailed when she burst upon the tree, distraught. Celine had no response beyond staring, hand trapping a gasp, at the sight of the patterns- those damn patterns- clawing across more of her daughter's Rumi's skin than ever before. Snaking under the straps of her bra, snarling down her arms, and scrabbling, voracious, at her neck, demonic claws reaching for her voice.

Like Gwi-Ma was trying to claim her.

Celine stayed calm, did what she always did (all she knew how to do)- repeated again the promise of salvation by the Golden Honmoon, repeated again the importance of keeping faults and fears where they belonged- as she gently prised Rumi's shirt from her fist and slid in back on, slipped her own cardigan from her back to Rumi's, and reminded her of just how important the Idol Awards were (more than ever now). Never once betraying her own fears, modeling what Rumi needed to succeed in this.

She had left…still upset, but with a resolute air and laser focus Celine knew as the heralds of triumph.

Rumi needed strength, not to hear her dog was dead. Or to be burdened with grief.

It just...made everything harder.

Celine knew.

She buried the dog in a spot Rumi would have picked, under a plum tree where girl and dog had wiled away many golden girlhood hours. Wrapped him in the blanket he'd had since a pup. Done everything Rumi would have wanted.

It is better this way, she tells herself as she shovels the last of the dirt. Rumi needs to turn the Honmoon gold, she can’t afford to fail, her humanity depends on it.

Never mind the guilt pushing at her, this is the right choice. The only choice.

Besides, this will be easier for everyone.

—-

“Hey, Celine? I can’t find Jindo.”

She was wrong.

[fakelawyerbug]

😭

(See, I had imagined it as happening right at the end of the movie and Celine goes back to the hanok and finds the cooling body -- a part of Rumi now lost forever)

(And Celine watches the sun break in the east and strokes the dog's fur and when the world doesn't end and the honmoon reappears, she calls Rumi, though she has no idea what to say)

(And she calls and calls and Rumi isn't picking up)

(And she leaves voicemails. Half congratulations, half telling Rumi to call because there's something important she needs to be told)

(And when Rumi doesn't call back, Celine leaves another voicemail telling her that the dog is dead and what does she want Celine to do with -- her voice breaks on 'the body')

(Rumi doesn't call and)

(Celine wraps the body up in his favorite blanket and sets his body in an unused corner of the cellar. It's cool down there and the body will keep longer than if it were out in the open)

(She hopes Rumi calls back soon enough to be able to say goodbye)

[krimreader]

Not my best work but it's literally 2am and this won't leave my mind

"Celine? Come on, you've been standing here all day, let's switch."

Celine looked up and blinked, taking a moment to let her eyes adjust to the distance. She had been sitting here since they arranged the altar, just staring. Some say people look peaceful in death, but even after spending hours analyzing her face, Celine just couldn't see it. Maybe Miyeong's body just got so unused to making that expression that it couldn't replicate it even in death, maybe it was that her friend's spirit hadn't found peace. Maybe Celine's brain just replaced whatever expression Miyeong was making with the way she looked as she laid dying, afraid and worried and stubborn even as she was bleeding out.

"Celine," Seoyi called again, worry etching her voice.

Celine shook her head. "Sorry, just... have a lot to think about. How is Rumi doing?"

Her friend looked at her for a moment, waiting for more, then sighed when Celine didn't say anything further. "Asleep, for now. She's been restless ever since..."

"She did just lose both her parents. Even if she doesn't know it, she must feel it."

"Yeah."

They stood like that for a few minutes. Seoyi, trying to work up the courage to say something, and Celine, with too many things she wanted to say and no way to say them. "It's a shame. That no one is coming," she settled on.

"Celine, you know we can't invite anyone. Even just this is bound to attract attention. Her body-"

"I know, I know," Celine interrupted. 'Her body', because that was all that was left of their friend now. A torn up shell that wouldn't even get a proper goodbye before it was sent off. "I just think that she deserves better. Her family should be here, should get to see her off."

"Keeping this secret is our sworn duty. She's a hunter." Then, softer, "And even if they can't be here, we're here. We're her family too."

Miyeong was more than a hunter, and so was Seoyi. They were both such wonderful people, they loved so deeply and gave so much to those around them, and they deserved to be honored properly, if not in life, at least in death. But Celine was only twenty-five and was already too tired to fight battles she knew she couldn't win. "Can you... Can you continue to keep watch over Rumi? At least for a little while longer. I can't leave her side yet."

Seoyi placed a hand on her shoulder, an attempt at grounding that she was thankful for. Their eyes met, and for a moment it felt like Celine was the one whose body was opened up, every inadequacy laid bare for everyone to see. Thankfully, Seoyi didn't say anything. Her gaze just wondered to Miyeong and lingered. "We're switching tonight, though. Ok?"

Celine nodded, even though they both knew that it wouldn't happen. Alone with Miyeong again, Celine did not know what to do. It was just the two of them left and they were supposed to just, what? Live on? As though a part of their soul wasn't torn out and about to be buried? As though either of them had any idea how to raise a baby? As though there was any hope left for them to achieve the golden honmoon?

It was need that made her do it, more than impulse, more than thought. Need for what, she didn't know. Celine just reached forward, as though hoping to grasp the last strands of her soulmate's soul, to bind it to her own again. Holding Miyeong's hands felt like squeezing a lump of meat. It didn't twitch, didn't squeeze back. It just laid limp in her own, at Celine's mercy.

They were so cold. Celine had never felt a cold like this. It traveled from where her hand made contact with Miyeong's to her heart and straight into her soul, freezing the last lingering tendrils of hope that she had.

Celine did not let go until it was time for the burial.

-----

Jindo was a good dog. He kept her company in the past years, making an empty house feel not so empty and helping Celine remember the better times with Rumi. Back before patterns started to spread and weapons were being summoned through magic. When they were just a not-mother and her not-daughter, trying to make a home when neither quite knew what a proper family was supposed to look like.

In the mornings, the two of them would sit together on the porch, Celine drinking her coffee, while Jindo would sit at her feet and touch his nose to her shins to get her attention. It was wet and cold and would jolt her out of her own head. She would scratch behind his ears while gently guiding his head away before he could start licking. He would let out a disappointed little whine and Celine would laugh and hand him a treat, and the two of them would sit together, bound by a girl who outgrew them both.

Celine sat down on the cold floor of the cellar, trying her best to ignore the smell of decay. She couldn't keep him here anymore, she knew. "I'm sorry, boy. I tried. I don't think Rumi will answer me any time soon."

She looked down at the blanket he lay wrapped in, and felt her heart twist in her chest. She had failed him, just as she had failed Rumi. Rumi, at least, was still alive to hate her.

She reached out, slower than she wanted, as if her body was giving her time to reconsider. But her mind was already made up. She gently unwrapped the blanket from around his head, taking one last look at his face. He looked bad. His face was already starting to sag, muscles no longer contracting to keep its shape. Gone was the lively spirit that was present even in his last years, after his fur thinned and grayed, and his feet started wobbling more than they walked.

Still, there still was some Jindo left, in the way his ears fell and his tongue poked out. She gently touched his head, just with the tips of her fingers, not the full-handed pets she used to give him, and began to scratch, just as she had done every morning. A familiar chill ran up her body, but Celine didn't let go.

"It's just the two of us but don't worry, I'll take care of you."

[strqyr]

running with "adam was trained by raven" idea...

younger adam who has recently escaped, malnourished and fighting an infection caused by the brand, witnesses raven shapeshifting while in a delirious state, and just assumes she's a faunus. like, later, when he's in a better state, he can discard the whole "actually a bird for a moment" part of it as a fever dream, but the association remains, not at all helped by the many feathers raven wears as a part of her outfit.

and it never just comes up again. not directly at least, more so the kind that, if you know adam believes raven to be a faunus, the signs are obvious, but if you don't know, they're really not.

and raven doesn't. she doesn't even think adam saw her shapeshift, he was in that bad shape, so there's no reason in her head to correct him on it.

but also if it did come up and raven corrected him, my brain is locked in on young adam's response to be "...i'll headcanon you as one either way." full on denial.

[krimreader]

assigned faunus at adoption

[homunculus-argument]

"I hate small talk" ok sure what do you think are your mom's greatest regrets in life and how high do you personally rank on her top 10 list?

[victusinveritas]

[black-crested-jaybird]

I always think of the description I saw years ago: Self-imposed deadlines don't help me, because I know the person who set them, and they're full of shit.

[37q]

[frozenartscapes]

Sometime early on in Sunlight Entertainment’s existence:

Executive at Sunlight Entertainment: Hello Kang Sajang-nim! Did you have a good weekend?

Celine: Oh yes, it was quite peaceful. Rumi and I spent a day in the garden, then she had a long nap in the sun while I got some reading done.

Executive: Oh that’s nice! Good weekend with Rumi!

Executive, turning to his coworkers after Celine leaves: Ok Rumi… Is that Celine’s daughter or her cat?

Coworkers: *turn and look at each other with uncertainty*

Celine’s secretary: Wait no one knows?

Head of Marketing: I mean…she’s notoriously private.

Secretary: I think Rumi is her daughter. Spent the day gardening? You do that with kids.

Accountant: What if it’s an outdoor cat?

Marketing: Fell asleep in the sun? That’s a cat.

Assistant: Kids do that all the time. Mine did that just the other day.

Executive: Ok I guess we’re doing this. Time to play Cat or Daughter.

*Celine walks back in*

Executive: Hey Kang Sajang-nim, I was just wondering: what do you do with Rumi in the garden?

Celine: Oh not much. Rumi usually gets distracted by catching butterflies while I do most of the work.

Secretary: What’s Rumi’s favourite food again?

Celine: Kimbap, especially the kind with tuna.

Marketing: And how old is Rumi?

Celine: Six. Her energy’s finally waning a little but she still finds new ways to get into mischief. The other day she got stuck in a tree.

Assistant: Chasing a bird?

Celine: No I had left the back door open for a moment and she bolted. Started climbing immediately. Although once she realized her mistake she cried and cried until I climbed up there myself to get her down.

Executive: Ok this is getting us nowhere. Is Rumi your daughter or your cat?

Celine, offended: How could you ask me that? *storms off*

Executive: I…I still don’t know which it is.

[sociallyunacceptableart4]

This was my art school’s water fountain. Drink from them wolf tiddies

[mando-lore]

Assignment misunderstood. I have now built a city.

[mando-lore]

[mando-lore]

Give it a day

[alexaloraetheris]

[krimreader]

lately I've been relistening to the RWBY soundtrack on shuffle and youtube is really aiming for my heart.

Three times in a row now they played red like roses and path to isolation one after the other. the soulmateism

[fluffy-the-beowolf]

[asteriasaart]

My take on Rangi and Kyoshi’s horse stand kiss 😌