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Please sign the age of consent is unbelievable. 12 year olds are minors!!

hello everyone, it has come to my recent attention that the statutory age for sexual consent in the Philippines is twelve years old, 12.

Can you believe that? To me its completely unbelievable, because of this more and more r4pists can get away with this and victimize more minors.

Please help us and sign this petition.

^ if the link didn't work then please try directly copying this

https://www.change.org/p/philippine-congress-increase-the-age-to-determine-statutory-rape-in-the-philippines

Please help and spread this info. You just have to sign the petition to help.

I'm sorry about the tags not relating to what you're looking for if you've searched one of them, I don't know anything but that on how to spread the word. If it bothers you please ignore it, I'm sorry.

There’s something about Percy spending the whole episode remembering how upset he was with his mother for separating them, but with this newfound understanding of why she did it, and then deciding to leave her (temporarily) at Hades’ palace because it’s the right thing to do, regardless of how much it hurts.

“Hold fast, Mom,” because they’re braving the storm that was made to break them.

My Roman Empire is the original owners of the bodies in transmigration stories.

The less we know about them the more I think about them, especially if we never find out what happened to them after someone else basically posseses them or if we are just left to assume that they are dead.

And so many of them get replaced without anyone ever finding out, it seriously breaks my heart... but that makes the few times these type of characters get a happy ending even more special

hmmmmmmm...! temple kisses + xiao if thats okay?

pairing: xiao x gn!reader cw: major character death (AGAIN)! xiao is injured this time. mentions of blood n death and stuff idk

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every time xiao leaves, he presses a kiss to your temple beforehand. the featherlight touch of his hand can be felt on the other side of your head as he gently holds you in place while his lips brush against the intimate area. when you had asked him why he always did, xiao had flushed and looked away. a gesture of good luck. a promise to return.

which is why, as you run in the rain beside the ex-archon who arrived to your doorstep already drenched by the water, you curse yourself for not demanding a kiss before xiao left earlier this morning. you knew his duties to protect liyue were dangerous, yet he had survived thousands of years. never once had you thought that you would outlive him.

zhongli guides you to xiao's location, immediately asking if there's anything he can do to help. yet, you simply fall to your knees in the mud besides xiao. there's too much blood. golden ichor drains from his body. you had never stopped to consider that xiao consisted of anything but the red concoction that circles throughout the human body, yet here you are, finding out that your lover bleeds the same color as his eyes. it is a horrendous sight. gold stains the whites and greens of his uniform, sullying the mud and grass below with watered-down cor lapis hues.

gold, you realize in this very moment, is the worst color to have ever been invented.

"hello, crystalfly," xiao croaks as you kneel down next to him. you're unsure if you're crying as water pours over your face from above. "you shouldn't see me like this."

even in his battered state, xiao can still find it in himself to lecture you. you want to laugh. you want to scream. you want to lay down next to him and rot away in this putrid weather with him.

for all of his years of undying duty, of managing his karmic debt, of suffering, xiao deserved no less than to die under a beautiful blue sky, surrounded by those he loves. yet, now he will only die in the presence of a single mortal and the former god who forsook him only a few years prior under a treacherous sky that shows no forgiveness. no forgiveness for a sinner like xiao, even if he's spent hundreds of years in an attempt to repent. the universe is cruel. the only time he was able to experience heaven was by your side and now, you can't even provide him with the sustenance to carry onwards.

you can't find it in yourself to beg him to stay. to plead for him to be by your side is a desire crafted purely of selfishness. the nightmares that plague him, the fatigue that never seems to leave his bones, and the eternal loneliness in his eyes all seem to scream about how xiao's time on this earth has long since expired. you? you are only a distraction from the pain.

xiao's hand gently cups your face as he looks up at you. he looks at you as if you are celestia itself, as if you are the weaver of the night sky who crafted all of the beautiful, far away galaxies and stars that he's memorized over his lonesome nights, and as if you are salvation. you provide no salvation. you can only provide him with company as he departs this world. so, you swallow your sadness and manage a shaky smile.

"hi, sweetheart," you greet, lifting his hand and placing a weak kiss to his knuckles. "you look beautiful, even in the rain."

xiao smiles. his eyelids are heavy.

"i am tired," he confesses.

you both understand what this means.

"are you nervous?" you blurt and xiao shakes his head.

"my duty has been fulfilled. it is time to reunite with old friends," xiao states solemnly. "i love you."

the three little words the yaksha scarcely says. over the roar of thunder, you do your best to memorize the intonation of his words as they fall from his lips. you want to beg for him to repeat them, yet you know that you should not taint your final moments with him.

"i love you too," you murmur, before leaning down and placing a kiss to his temple. you swallow a sob that threatens to erupt from your throat. xiao glances at you with lazy eyes as you move to brush his hair out of his face. "safe travels, my love."

xiao's smile returns to his face as he feels your lips on his wet skin. he closes his eyes.

they do not reopen.

To the imperfect tomorrow

“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.

vanitas pls share murr we all want to hold him too 

Chapter 46.5 gave me Murr on Vanitas’ lap and I don’t think I’ve processed it yet.

Kinda Vanoé bonus under the cut:

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#sobbing

memento mori.

summary: a re:zero au for genshin impact.

notes: story spoilers, very complicated relationships and some unhealthy mindsets, reader death, lots of violence, just lots of death and mentions of death in general, angst, shoutout to the wonderful @wangshengs for brainrotting with me over this idea muah muah!! <3

Background: You’re suddenly isekai-ed to Teyvat one day in the place of the traveler. Every time you die, the timeline restarts to a set moment before you died. You’re stuck in an eternal timeloop, and when you clear certain plot points, your “respawn” point moves further up the timeline. You’re a threat to the natural “law” of Teyvat, so monsters are naturally more aggressive to you. Both the Abyss Order and Dainsleif view you as a strange anomaly that needs to be “fixed”. After all, Teyvat won’t allow you to stay dead, and time itself shifts to keep you alive. All the gods and adeptus are well aware of what’s happening; they’re the only ones who know when the timeline restarts.

Dropped in the middle of nowhere, with no clue as to what happened or what to do, your first death is quick and painful when you’re shot full of arrows by a hilichurl archer after you stumble too close to their camp. It is witnessed by one person: Venti, who arrives far too late. You’re bleeding out by the time he finds you, and he knows he cannot save you.

He holds your body in his arms, brushing back your hair. “I’m sorry I was too late,” he says, nothing but a stranger in your first death. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” His eyes are a thousand miles away; is he really talking to you? You’re too far gone to care.

“This is the only thing I can do for you,” Venti says. He opens his mouth, and sings. His song wraps you in its embrace, easing your pain and calming your fear. Your eyes close… only to reopen with a start, your hands trembling as you search your body for arrow wounds that should be there; you can feel the pain, haunting every step, but there is no blood, no bruises, nothing to show that you had just died. In fact, you woke up where you had first been dropped in Teyvat.

This time, you avoid the hilichurl camp where you had just died, and when you stumble across Venti, his eyes widen. “You should be dead,” he says. 

Something is horribly wrong, and the both of you know it. Still, he does his best to reassure you.

“Maybe the archons love you,” he suggests cheerily, “to give you another chance at life.”

If this is love, then the blessing of the gods is a cruel thing.

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thinking about how the hunger games were designed to prove that without society, order, government, someone to rule, we devolve into little more than animals, and how the games themselves prove over and over again that this is not true. We see it in every single game we witness.

Katniss placing flowers around Rue's body in the arena. Thresh sparing Katniss because she was kind to Rue, even though he was making it that much harder for himself to win.

Haymitch going back for Maysilee after hearing her scream even though their alliance had been broken. Haymitch holding her as she dies the same way Katniss did Rue.

Coral's "I can't have killed them all for nothing" when she realizes she's not going home. Lamina cutting down Marcus at great personal risk. And, my favorite moment in tbosas, Reaper collecting the bodies of his fellow tributes, his peers, even the ones who tried to kill him, into a pile. Taking the weapons from their hands. Closing their eyes and crossing their arms in the best approximation of a proper burial he can manage, covering them with the Capitol flag as a makeshift shroud.

The Games bring out the worst in people, yes. But despite the extreme circumstances, despite the exterior pressure of the Capitol, despite the fact that it could mean pain and heartbreak and death, it also shows that people have an enormous capacity for goodness. That even in a situation purposefully designed to make empathy impossible, people can't help but have it anyway.

Snow looks at the Games and all he can see is what's inside himself-- this pure animalistic drive to conquer and defeat. He kills and it feels good and he thinks that everyone else must feel that way too. He doesn't realize (maybe can't realize) that he is the exception, not the rule. He cannot see outside himself, outside his own warped perspective, to realize that the fact that people do show humanity in the games proves his entire worldview wrong.

mihoyo released new character info and aside from the fact that ayaka is gorgeous all I can think about is the tiny anemo kid who will now complete the kiddie exploration team