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Most refer to others by their roles. Butcher Number 1, Tradesman Number 2, Villager Number 69, and others. But, many stay nameless. Many have no roles. Many weren’t important.

You weren’t them. You were born as ‘Love Interest’s Sister’. You resented your role. Diminished to just a mere sister. A minor character thrown over the side when the actual story takes off. You made sure to not direct the hatred towards your sister. She was young and naïve, so enamored at the prospect of falling in love with the hero. You suppose it could’ve been worse.

As you grew older, you developed a love for brewing potions. There was something soothing about lighting a fire, stirring the pot, slicing up ingredients and mixing them together to create something spectacular. By early adulthood- your role has shifted from a mere sister of someone important, to ‘The Greatest Potioneer’. You were happier with that. You had a title to be proud of.

As you grew, gaining more customers and popularity, you met him. The famed Chosen One. The one who was destined to marry your sister. The one who was destined to save the world. You did not like him one bit.

Every word he said was dripping with disdain and uninterest. Filled with sarcasm and arrogance. Said that you were just the nearest potioneer he could find. Told you he needed the elixir of luck in less than a week. Boy do you want to scream at him.

Elixir of luck takes years to understand, to learn, to practice. The ingredients were rare, the tools were specific and the steps were numerous, there was no way you could finish on time for his quest.

You desperately try to finish his order on time, you really did, but when he needed it, you were just halfway done. He was furious.

He disrupted your shop, your tools, your books, the half-made potion. He called you insults, said you were a fraud, that you were a nobody, unimportant. He left your shop a mess, disarrayed and broken. You could not believe this was the man who your sister would marry. You could not believe that this was the man-child who would save the world. You could not believe that the man who put a hissy fit in your shop over an unachievable wish was the man who you should trust with your life.

As you tried to clean up the shop, your thoughts spiralled towards endless hatred of him. How dare he come to your shop as if he owned it. How dare he demand you to do such a complicated brew so last minute. How dare he assume that everyone would answer to his every beck and call just because he was born with a title he did not even work for-

You flung your ladle to the side in anger and wept on the floor. How dare he.

As the years go by, you watch as your title begin to change. From 'The Greatest Potioneer’ it dwindled to 'The Fraud Potioneer’. You despised it. You wanted to wash that disgusting mark off of your wrist. It burned, oh how it burned, when your past customers now talk behind your back. How the formerly friebdly villagers whisper about themselves whenever they see you. You’ve made it a habit to cover your mark whenever a potential customer comes by, but it was no use, rumors only grow.

As the years go by, your hatred for the Chosen One has not dwindled. Oh how you hated him. You ignored the people who talk of his achievements, you avoided the villagers who praise him continuously, you never came to the celebrations held in his honor. It was a waste of time. He was a waste of time.

Soon enough, just as you feared, your mark disappeared overnight. He had finally forgotten you. The madlad had actually done it. You were finally free of the revolting thing. But, it still does not satisfy you. Being nameless, was a great show of disgrace. Especially if you used to have a title. Your hatred for him increased tenfold after that day.

No one talked to you anymore, what would they call you? No one acknowledged you anymore, who would acknowledge a nobody? No one came to visit you anymore, who would they visit? It was like you were invisible, like you did not exist, like you were nothing.

In the little shop at the edge of the small village, isolated from everyone, you hatched your plan. If you were going to go down as a nobody, he should go down as the hero who failed them all. You were not deemed the Greatest Potioneer for no reason. You needed determination, patience, creativity, flexibility and passion. The perfect ingredients to take him down. If you were going to lose, let it be, no one would remember you anyway. If he was to lose, no one would forget it. It would be ingrained im his memory, the stares, the whispers, the glares, the rumors. The horrible, horrible things he put you through. He would suffer like you did and to you, that was a good enough deal. Unnoticed to you, your blank wrist started to fill with ink once again.

Most refer to others by their roles. Butcher Number 1, Tradesman Number 2, Villager Number 69, and others. But, many stay nameless. Many have no roles. Many weren’t important.

You weren’t them. You were born as ‘Love Interest’s Sister’. You resented your role. Diminished to just a mere sister. A minor character thrown over the side when the actual story takes off. You made sure to not direct the hatred towards your sister. She was young and naïve, so enamored at the prospect of falling in love with the hero. You suppose it could’ve been worse.

As you grew older, you developed a love for brewing potions. There was something soothing about lighting a fire, stirring the pot, slicing up ingredients and mixing them together to create something spectacular. By early adulthood- your role has shifted from a mere sister of someone important, to ‘The Greatest Potioneer’. You were happier with that. You had a title to be proud of.

As you grew, gaining more customers and popularity, you met him. The famed Chosen One. The one who was destined to marry your sister. The one who was destined to save the world. You did not like him one bit.

Every word he said was dripping with disdain and uninterest. Filled with sarcasm and arrogance. Said that you were just the nearest potioneer he could find. Told you he needed the elixir of luck in less than a week. Boy do you want to scream at him.

Elixir of luck takes years to understand, to learn, to practice. The ingredients were rare, the tools were specific and the steps were numerous, there was no way you could finish on time for his quest.

You desperately try to finish his order on time, you really did, but when he needed it, you were just halfway done. He was furious.

He disrupted your shop, your tools, your books, the half-made potion. He called you insults, said you were a fraud, that you were a nobody, unimportant. He left your shop a mess, disarrayed and broken. You could not believe this was the man who your sister would marry. You could not believe that this was the man-child who would save the world. You could not believe that the man who put a hissy fit in your shop over an unachievable wish was the man who you should trust with your life.

As you tried to clean up the shop, your thoughts spiralled towards endless hatred of him. How dare he come to your shop as if he owned it. How dare he demand you to do such a complicated brew so last minute. How dare he assume that everyone would answer to his every beck and call just because he was born with a title he did not even work for-

You flung your ladle to the side in anger and wept on the floor. How dare he.

As the years go by, you watch as your title begin to change. From 'The Greatest Potioneer’ it dwindled to 'The Fraud Potioneer’. You despised it. You wanted to wash that disgusting mark off of your wrist. It burned, oh how it burned, when your past customers now talk behind your back. How the formerly friebdly villagers whisper about themselves whenever they see you. You’ve made it a habit to cover your mark whenever a potential customer comes by, but it was no use, rumors only grow.

As the years go by, your hatred for the Chosen One has not dwindled. Oh how you hated him. You ignored the people who talk of his achievements, you avoided the villagers who praise him continuously, you never came to the celebrations held in his honor. It was a waste of time. He was a waste of time.

Soon enough, just as you feared, your mark disappeared overnight. He had finally forgotten you. The madlad had actually done it. You were finally free of the revolting thing. But, it still does not satisfy you. Being nameless, was a great show of disgrace. Especially if you used to have a title. Your hatred for him increased tenfold after that day.

No one talked to you anymore, what would they call you? No one acknowledged you anymore, who would acknowledge a nobody? No one came to visit you anymore, who would they visit? It was like you were invisible, like you did not exist, like you were nothing.

In the little shop at the edge of the small village, isolated from everyone, you hatched your plan. If you were going to go down as a nobody, he should go down as the hero who failed them all. You were not deemed the Greatest Potioneer for no reason. You needed determination, patience, creativity, flexibility and passion. The perfect ingredients to take him down. If you were going to lose, let it be, no one would remember you anyway. If he was to lose, no one would forget it. It would be ingrained im his memory, the stares, the whispers, the glares, the rumors. The horrible, horrible things he put you through. He would suffer like you did and to you, that was a good enough deal. Unnoticed to you, your blank wrist started to fill with ink once again.

4,000 people forced to shelter on the beach during midday daylight hours as the fires surround them in Victoria. The fire has since passed the beach but many homes were lost and they are still stuck on that beach.

Some families took boats to the water for safety:

The near entirety of east gippsland was evacuated on Monday and many areas remain inaccessible. That’s 30,000+ locals and assorted tourists

Similar evacuations play out in Nowra, NSW with the local population evacuating to the beaches as the skies turn black (it’s 4pm!).

and again at Bateman’s Bay…and again and again across the country.

The extent of the fires is creating dry thunderstorms - all the risks of lightning and none of the benefits of rain.

Sixty fires started today, adding to the two hundred that started on Monday. This is a map of all NEW fires in the past 24 hours

The Mogo zoo had to evacuate - thankfully the animals survived the immediate fire. People fleeing Mogo were cut off by the fires from the evacuation centres

Even those not directly in the path of the fires are experiencing the effects of the smoke as it drifts across town and effects health.

All these photos and snippets are from 31 December 2019, one day on Australia. There are more, but I’m getting depressed looking at them, trying to decide what tumblr would find interesting to share and raise awareness versus what won’t. Not a judgement call I like making.

It’s currently 6:30pm, so there’s still 5.5 hours left of this day for more to come. These fires are still going and the people in these photos are still not safe.

You can see before/after photos here.

Australia is only four weeks into summer (”fire season”) but the bushfires began 16 weeks ago - in the second week of spring.

ELEVEN MILLION.

For comparison, the Amazon fires, which were a GLOBAL EMERGENCY, burned 2 million. 

Not only that, but over 480 million animals have died. Koalas in the wild are extinct, and those that have been rescued no longer have a home. I won’t show photos of them, but it’s not fun.

The smoke here is so bad that people can barely be outside, and people with asthma, lung and heart conditions cannot leave their buildings or are currently living in hospital. People have died. Firefighters have died. Our families are stuck, without ability to be rescued, on beaches and IN THE WATER because it’s the only place left where they won’t catch on fire.

It started in SPRING, the second week of spring, and TOMORROW they’re declaring it a statewide emergency for NSW.

Not a national or international crisis or emergency. Just for one state.

I know it’s miserable, but my god imagine being one of the people on that beach right now, wearing nothing but your clothes and your dust mask, knowing everything you own is gone and that your country’s leader is only just now declaring an emergency (only statewide) because he physically has to.

I know we’re not great on money- I know a lot of us don’t have a cent to spare. But if you do, please, please donate to bushfireappeal.com.au . And if you aren’t able to donate, PLEASE RAISE AWARENESS. Because if the world can find out and make a big deal over it, maybe the people who run our country will.

Please.

Where an already endangered species is on the brink of functional extinction...

Oh, and 500 million animals unique to this country have already lost their lives, upon homes that have been destoryed and lives lost of people as well...

I mean... we're only living in a literal inferno...

415 fires. Fuck are we dying...

Oh yeah and people are just fleeing to the damn ocean, you know?

Do you want to know what Hell on Earth looks like..?

Because there it is in all it's unfiltered, firey rage...

There it is... my home from space...

This is only the beginning. Our country has not only entered a new decade, it seems a new dawning era as well, because this flaming apocalypse doesn't show any sign of stopping any time soon.

And you know what saddens me? I've never seen Australian tragedies trending here on this website. I mean it's been going on for months and only now does it seem to really be getting recognized, even if it is only at #9.

And I'm going to be honest with you here - the internet, and media in general is so American centric, this website being no exception. You'd think that an entire continent being on fire for several months with devastating consequences would have more recognition, but no, it really doesn't. The most notes I've ever seen on a post about the Australian fires is at least a few thousand, and that's about it.

A song that gives you goosebumps

A song you hated once but now love

Do you remember your first CD?

Has your music taste changed much since childhood?

Favorite genre?

What’s a genre or style of music that you just don’t understand?

Do you have a process for listening to music, such as listening to the instruments more than words?

What’s your favorite thing about your favorite song?

Do you have a favorite decade for music?

Can you play any instruments?

your favorite album opener

a song starting w/ the same first letter of your first name

a song outside of your usual genre

a song that reminds you of your favorite season

a song from a lifelong favorite artist

your current “on repeat” song

a song your friend introduced you to that you ended up loving

a song that speaks the words you couldn’t say

a song that captures your aesthetic (can be ideal!)

a song about the place where you live

a song from an international artist

a song you can scream all the words to

a reboot of a song/songs you already loved (remix, mashup, acoustic, etc.)

a song with the name of a place in the title

a song that reminds you of traveling

your favorite childhood song

a song that reminds you of a good time

a song that reminds you of a bad time

a song from an artist whose old music you enjoy more than their new music

a song that empowers you

a song from a local artist

a song you related to in the past and present, but for different reasons

your favorite cheesy pop song

a song from a soundtrack (musical, movie, video game, etc.)

the song currently stuck in your head OR the song you are listening to right now

a song that taught you a lesson

an instrumental song

a song you always skipped, but ended up loving once you listened to it

your favorite album closer

Next up is the cactus thing with the heads looking like the Steven‘s.

It is likly that this is a cactus that came to live through Steven‘s sweat/spit. Like pumpkin or that stone in the sauna on Homeworld.

But these creatures always were always good (or more accurate: friendly) and this one is an antagonist. So my theory is that the creature that Steven creates are (like all of his powers) tied to his emotions. For example: He created Pumpkin with the intention of giving something to Lapis and Peridot. With is a really good intention and being able to give someone something is a good feeling. Or the stone that came to live in the sauna. He was feeling good, so that stone didn‘t do anything bad.

So... maybe the cactus springs to life through anger or something similar. Like he was angery at someone/something and somehow his spit/sweat got onto it. Or maybe because Steven picks his finger on it.

The Cactus (which is canonical called Cactus Steven) did come to life through Steven‘s spit. (Who would thought...) However it developed it‘s antagonistic personality through Steven himself. He brought it to life and than it started coping Steven with his rather toxic mindset. Amd the more it got from Steven (as in: knew more about Steven) the more monstreus it became.

Someone twisted this Jewish family’s menorah into the shape of a swastika

Naomi Ellis and her her husband Seth spent Friday morning — the morning after the sixth night of Hanukkah — trying to explain to their three young sons why someone had vandalized the menorah the family had put out on their yard by twisting the metal pieces into the shape of a swastika.

*Me suddenly having Flashbacks to Room for Ruby*

...

*Me remembering the summary for the next episode*

Steven and Lapis seem to be building up a really interesting arc to be explored soon.

Lapis and Steven seem to form a very interesting parallel to Pearl and Rose. Rose (if the theory is true) essentially freed Pearl of her servitude and her compassion made her fall in love Rose and pledge full fledged loyalty to her… rather self destructive loyalty.

Lapis was imprisoned by everyone. The ONLY person who showed her any compassion was Steven. And that was enough to make her fight for him and protect him and willing to do anything for him (echoing Pearl’s loyalty). “Just let me do this for you.”

Similarly also, Rose found you cannot sustain a relationship like this (again, assuming such theories are true). Pearl’s self destructive nature for the worshiping of Rose in her love is something that hurt Rose to watch and seemingly haulted their relationship from moving forward (no matter how much Rose may have loved Pearl back). With Greg, however, she was removed from the pedestal and brought down to his level. Intermingling and emotional intimacy with him followed and they formed a stable and healthy close relationship. Just as Steven is able to do with Connie, who also brought him down to Earth by telling him when he was wrong and to acknowledge his actions. They work as equals and fight together and for each other. At this point, I don’t think Steven’s gonna be able to just have his Beach Summer Fun buddy back emotionally for quite a while and her destructively selfless nature in regards to him would likewise to Rose/Pearl prevent it from becoming anything further (unfortunately for a shipper of lapisteven like myself)… Steven’s preferred partner for “the big dance” is Connie.

Note how guilty Steven feels for Lapis’ suffering as it is because she did it for him. And how much guiltier he feels because she refuses to let him help her, in the name of being “a knight” for Steven. She’s his buddy, he freed her so she could live beyond her entrapment. He doesn’t wanna see her suffer in his name…

But the love for Steven and Rose from Lapis and Pearl, respectively, is still very passionate and dear. Whether Lapis’ feelings are romantic or not, they are still loyal and powerful. (Food for thought, though: Lapis’ feelings may well develop into romantic ones, based on the fact her presence interrupted Steven’s dream of taking his real love interest, Connie, to the dance). She and Pearl would do anything for Rose/Steven no matter what and they both take such admirable inspiration from Rose and Steven’s good nature. The cherishing of that compassion is very romantic and beautiful in itself. Though they may be unhealthy in acting out their devotion, their adoration has a charm to it because it is based on genuine love and that powerful love commands respect.