Oh Shit, It's 3/21/23, 32123, Palindrome Day

-Hating someone for being a jew is antisemitic.

Hating someone for being a genocidal maniac occupier performing ethnic cleansing, and happens to be a jew, is not!!.

/Nasser_junior

something i can't stop thinking about is the fact that Percy Jackson started as a comfort story for Rick's son to show him that his adhd and dyslexia doesn't have to be just a bad thing and the fandom then took Percy and Leo and made them into these stupid idiots that don't even know basic math or "big" words and wouldn't be able to even tie their shoelaces without someone else's (someone smarter's) help

don't yall see how fucked up that is? a big part of this fandom has adhd and/or dyslexia and/or other learning disabilities/neurodivergence and find comfort in those characters. they are called lazy and stupid all the time and then yall decided to take characters with those disabilities and ignore their inteligence and made them into something they are not just because their adhd is more "visible" (read more stereotypical looking) (even tho that's not true either because the fandom made them into chaotic gremlins but in reality Percy is more just sarcastic and snarky and even that is more just his internal monologue for his own amusment and to cope and Leo just uses humor as a coping mechanism to hide his depression and other issues but that's a discussion for another time)

Percy is canonically very smart and strategic. no he isn't very good at school. it's what happens when you're neurodivergent and have learning disabilities. that doesn't mean he's stupid. no he doesn't know everything about greek mythology and that doesn't make him stupid either. but when Annabeth tells him the myth he is very good at coming up with strategies and how to win a fight. he's not smart as Annabeth because Annabeth is literally a daughter of the goddess of wisdom so stop fucking comparing them. are you also going to call Annabeth weak and incapable because she can't control water? no you won't because that's fucking stupid. and Leo. fucking Leo. is literally canonically a mathematic genius and also genius when it comes building stuff. they're both smart. they're not fucking stupid. they know and understand words that are longer than 5 letters. no they do not struggle with basic knowledge. they're not fucking stupid.

and miss me with the "it's just a joke" bullshit

jokes are supposed to be funny

and it's not just a joke for many of you because the number of fanfics where they are written in exactly this way is too fucking high. it's actually surprising to find a fanfic where they are written right

in conclusion: the way this fandom portrays Percy and Leo is reinforcing the harmful misconception that people with adhd and/or other learning disabilities are stupid and i hate it with a burning passion

call me sensitive all you want i'll gladly accept it i will rather be called sensitive for hating that those characters are being treated this way than follow the fandoms harmful idea about them

thank you for coming to my ted talk <3

Day 6

Monday

Firsts

@adrienagresteseptember2021

please someone tell me what you think

His first word was duck.

It was strange considering, his parents haven’t really told him about ducks. Or the fact that most children say mummy or something because it’s easy and they hear it often. But, no, little Adrien choose duck.

And when he was around 6 maybe, they visited a small lake, with ducks. He ran a bit in front of his parents. So he reached the lake before them.

His parents were caught up in a conversation as they arrived next to their son who was kneeling on the ground with his back turned.

“Adrien? You alright?”

Gabriel’s voice was hesitant as he grabbed his son’s shoulder.

Without a warning Adrien turned around and proudly screamed, “Mummy! Daddy! Look! I have a duck!” And in his hands, he was actually holding a living and breathing duck who was frantically trying to wiggle her way out of the boy’s grip.

Sadly his mom forced him to set the duck, Donald, back onto the ground. And for the rest of the walk his parents held his hands tightly so he wouldn’t capture another duck.

Around 9 years later, his mum passed and he’s now 15, he receives the miraculous of the duck.

The duck miraculous comes with a duck kwami named Daisy, a bow and the power of des-duck-tion. He gave himself the name Sir Duckington.

And now he’s old, has kids, grandkids even and lives on a duck farm. Every duck has a name for example Duck, Donald, Daisy and Sir Duckington, but there were also kids named after his children like Hugo, his love sadly didn’t make it this far so there’s a, no, no duck named bugaboo, but Ladybugs. Thousands of Ladybugs. Only for her, his first love.

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Day 2

Thursday

Fashion/ Modeling

@adrienagresteseptember2021

He had NO sense of fashion, like zero. It was just... non existent.

That meant his father chose his clothing, mostly. Because from now on Adrien wants to choose his own clothing, and to prove to his father that he’s able to do so, he’s going to design something.

His first idea was to make a fashion line, but that would maybe be a bit much, Plagg’s opinion, not his.

“Kid, what are you doing?” Plagg was swallowing Camembert and suspiciously eyeing Adrien.

“I’m taking my measurements.” Adrien tried to press the band to his body, stepping on one end and holding the other pressed to his chest with his chin.

“You know, you could ask your dad or pigtail girl to help you. Your dad does this as a job and pigtail girl hast this as her hobby-“

“No. I need to do this in my own.”

“Su-“ The rest of the word was a loud burp sounding somewhat like ‘re’.

“One; this morning s gross. Two; you’re a Guinea pig. And three; get over here and tell me if this is a 17 or 77!”

“I thought you didn’t need help.”

“Well, it’s-“

“A 77. Even though I don’t know why you’ve put that thing like that. You won’t be able to make anything with that.”

Adrien dropped the band, knowing how dumb he must have looked.

“And what du you know about this?”

“If you believe it or not, I’ve maybe stalked your father during you were homework.”

“Too much information, Plagg. Just take the measurements, please.”

A few minutes later Adrien had his measurements and tried to calculate them with the fabrics and the cuts, which was quite easy as he printed a life sized pattern from the internet in his size.

The night before he had snuck the needed materials from his father’s work space.

He wanted a black hoodie with nearly invisible neon green dots on them and washed out black jeans with a crimson red stripe at each side.

In the end he had something black you could perhaps call an oversized T-shirt in black, with giant green dots painted on them, by himself, cause his father didn’t have the fabric he wanted.

And something went wrong with the pants too. They were a single circle, with one opening, the opening you got in. Which was in Adriens favor. But sadly he only found red jeans fabric, so he used this and Plagg drew a black line around the loop-trouser with a marker.

Adrien still wore it.

He couldn’t walk, so he sat in his spinning chair, with wheels.

He had asked Nathalie to schedule an appointment at the mansions cat walk.

She, Gabriel and Gorilla were waiting for something to happen. And then music started and Adrien wheeled himself down the catwalk trying to be on beat.

He maybe didn’t get a completely own choosing of his wardrobe. But he got to spend time with his father who taught him to sew in the example of Adriens design, how to take measurements, designed a for-fun-only fashion line and chose outfits with Adrien together that they both agreed on he could wear.

So yeah, it turned out pretty well. Maybe not as planned, but still good.

Prince + his Bride-to-be + Bride's childhood friend/bodyguard

For more details abt this AU pls look forward to updates in 20 years

Mme Bustier: So how do you plan on explaining your way out of this one?

Alix: Verbally.

Kim: Because judging by the look on M Damocles‘ face, the musical number we prepared isn’t going to work.

Headcanon that Merlin keeps notebooks and writes down everything - everything - he wants to show and tell Arthur whenever he comes back

It starts off as a project. He writes down important moments, things he knows he will have to inform Arthur of if when he comes back, but one day, Gwen tells him a joke and he can’t help thinking it would have made Arthur laugh. It was a bittersweet realisation, so he wrote it down to share with Arthur whenever he saw him

Slowly, more jokes were added, and anecdotes, books he wanted to tell him about, plays and music he was sure Arthur would enjoy, and eventually films and shows

Sometimes, he writes when he particularly misses him

He keeps these notebooks on a large secondhand bookshelf, and tries to keep them in chronological order, although the earlier ones aren’t in the best condition after a thousand or so years, but he’s enchanted them to stay legible

It becomes a habit. He decides, subconsciously and superstitiously, that once he has filled the bookshelf, Arthur will return. Merlin does, and Arthur doesn’t. He buys a second bookshelf, and then a third

Finally, Arthur is back and Merlin excitedly showing him his collection and telling him there’s so much he has to share. Arthur is amazed, “you wrote all of this for me?”

Merlin realises suddenly how overwhelming it must seem. “It made it easier, not being able to share all these moments with you. It felt like I was sharing them with you in a way. It was like I was writing you a letter.” He shakes his head. “But you’re here now, it’s silly! You don’t have to read them at all. I can go over them and pick out the important parts, the things you’ll need to know and—”

Arthur stops him. They go through each book together. Merlin hadn’t realised how many good moments he had forgotten over time, and he gets to relive them with Arthur at his side, both chuckling along as Arthur asks questions, “you did what?”

They aren’t all nice stories. Merlin winces as they get to the wars. Arthur holds his hand as he recounts each loss of a friend, and Arthur hates to see Merlin grieve, but he’s glad that he made friends throughout his life because he couldn’t bear the thought of Merlin being entirely alone while he waited for him

But even if he wasn’t always alone, he was lonely. The notebooks proved as much, and sometimes Merlin still panicked if he woke up and Arthur wasn’t close. Eventually, Arthur slid into Merlin’s bed beside him, only to keep him calm. It was the best Merlin had slept since- well, he couldn’t remember

Sometimes one of them would wake up with nightmares of the wars and battles and deaths and wounds, and the other would hold them until they fell back to sleep. Merlin kissed Arthur’s forehead one night without meaning to and froze, but Arthur had only burrowed deeper and fallen asleep with a soft smile

“So that was the last book,” said Arthur as Merlin finished the final page

“Yes, I wrote that the night before you came back,” said Merlin

“I’m all caught up,” said Arthur. “There’s nothing more to say.”

“No, no more to say,” Merlin agreed absentmindedly

A silence fell over them. Who moved first, it was impossible to tell, as if they had both decided in the exact same moment that it had to be now, and they kissed, pulling each other close

“I love you,” said Merlin once they eventually parted

“I got that,” said Arthur, gesturing to the pile of notebooks surrounding them. “The longest love letter in history,” Merlin laughed before Arthur added, “I love you, too”

Edit to add: the last show Merlin wrote that they watched together was Heartstopper, thanks

Reality of Mothers in Palestine.