#( he simply busts that myth )

[quiteliterallyilliterate]

I saw your post and I think to ask you for a Yandere! Wild but Imagine this, isekai! Reader doesn't know anything about him or his game, is only a confused person who doesn't know how he got to this place.

Anyway, thanks for read this and sorry for my bad English, My first lenguaje is spanish and I'm not very sure for my English.

Order up!

I genuinely really like this idea so this was a lot of fun to write.

Enjoy!~

Tw: Yandere, obsessive, mentions of murder

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Long past were the days Link would protect anyone but himself. In the aftermath of the calamity, villagers were weary of those who traversed the land and of good reason. Many who did were simply were insane with the thought of leaving their inconsequential little hamlet to see the shattered world. Hatred for fellow man ran rampant, but the crazed look in the eyes of few who’ve lost themselves to Hyrule, Link couldn’t blame people’s cautiousness. Besides, it simply wasn’t within in his best interest being a protector anymore. There wasn’t much to really speak about the issue— Zelda probably would have if she were here, but she wasn’t, so blissful silence stood. He held no love in his heart for the people of Hyrule, much as they had none for him. They turned their backs on him, and so he does similarly to them. But you… you weren’t of Hyrule. So it was only natural to him that you’d be the exception.

Sent to him by strings of blue light, you awoke confused at first. You knew nothing of the lands nor people he spoke of, and eventually reached the conclusion that, you too were out of place in the world that now was. He couldn’t simply leave you at Hateno —they were cautious to accept him, they would never accept you as you are— so, instead, he just had to keep you. He played knight once before, so had hard could it truly be. So while you attuned yourself to your reality —while still ripping away for a chance back home, one he simply couldn’t permit— all he had to do was kill what turned their blades on you. It was rhythmic and mindless. But, as it turns out, He found it oddly more enjoyable to play knight when there was someone to kiss his wounds better after busting ass so you’d be safe. In reality it was you that made it worthwhile, not the work. You’d brush his hair and braid it so it wouldn’t mat, whispering stories of your home. Stories that much resembled myths with how far they were out of his hands. Stories you spoke through tight lips as he smiled. Stories that filled his head long after you stopped speaking. He’s never been much keen on people —or were they never keen on him?— and yet he couldn’t grapple if it was normal to feel this much over your friends.

His devotion to you was rooted deep within him, stiff and unwavering. It wound through his battered heart, patching it whole. As time passed and the roots grew deeper and deeper, lodging themselves more and more, he found his line of work expand. Monsters caused a threat, sure, but that begs the question— what really is a monster? That man who was following you? No way to tell what was going through his head. But it was better you’d be safe rather than him being alive. The mean shopkeep, patronising you for not fitting into a tunic? She’d ought to be nicer now she has no tongue. Homeless man lunging at your ankle? Can’t beg if he has no hands. All in the matter of keeping you safe. Hyrule was a very, very dangerous place. But you were lucky to have the Hero at your bidding. He waited on your call, on your order. Especially since you always made it worth it in ways of food and whatnot. He’d have given you his heart unseasoned if it meant you’d give him a kiss on the cheek. He’d forge the ring if it’d mean you’d marry him. He’d build a house where no man nor monster could find it so you’d live safe. He’d kill ganon a million times over so long as he could fall into your arms afterwards. You must understand how much he loves you. The time and care he’s put in, the blood he’s spilt in your name, he loves you. So much. Too much. Too much to let you go home to your stories. Your home is with him now.

[drdemonprince]

Any recommended reading for a newbie to anarchism?

David Graeber truly is the best entry point into the pipeline i feel. Reading his work doesn't feel like "reading theory", it feels like learning more about a specific aspect of the world from an engaging, open-minded author who makes history and anthropology accessible, and then simply realizing somewhere along the line that you've become a lot more radical than you realized you'd always been.

Bullshit Jobs is his easiest and most approachable read -- start with this if you're not a big reader of dense books, or if my book Laziness Does Not Exist particularly spoke to you. It's about how the majority of reasonably well-paying jobs today are completely meaningless, and why important, fulfilling jobs that are actually necessary to run society are so often thankless and poorly paid.

If you have student loan or credit card debt out the ass or you grew up hearing the myth that the earliest human societies relied on trading and bartering, pick up Debt: The First 5000 Years. This one is a bit of a tougher read than Bullshit Jobs, but still approachable, talking about the history of human commerce, debt forgiveness, enslavement, and where that history has left us today. You'll learn a lot about history but Graeber will also always lead you back to the present.

If you were a follower of the Occupy Wallstreet movement and wonder why it failed (or whether it failed), pick up The Democracy Project. This is a slimmer, faster read! And it focuses a lot more on the practical tactics and bylaws of Occupy organizing. In it, Graeber illustrates how human groups can be run without hierarchy and just how well that can work! It's perhaps the most explicitly anarchist book of his in that sense at least, yet it's also very conversational and easy to follow, with lots of lessons learned and specific examples from real-life organizing meetings.

If you hate rules and bureaucracy, pick up Utopia of Rules. What Debt is for bursting basic, widespread myths about economics, Utopia of Rules is for challenging mainstream knowledge about the role of the state. This one is actually an essay collection, and that makes it a quicker, easier read than many of the others -- in each chapter, Graeber tackles one specific aspect of irritating modern-day bureaucracy, and its full of relatable gripes about going to the DMV or applying for unemployment, but then it zooms out to make a larger point about how societies now function (and fail to function).

If you're interested in Indigenous cultures and how various human societies have approached governance, start with Dawn of Everything, which he co-wrote with David Wengrow. Now this is a MUCH denser book that I recommend taking chapter by chapter, pausing to savor all the new information and paradigm-busting that they've just showered you with. A chapter before bed each night and then some time laying down and simply reflecting about the diversity of human social potential is a great way to slowly work your way through it.

If you read any of these, you'll be left with a lot of ideas as to where to look next -- Graeber was widely read in a great many fields himself, so he'll leave you a trail of breadcrumbs to follow.

The Anarchist Library online is also a great place to find shorter, more explicitly anarchist theory work, once you're ready to delve in. The r/debateanarchism subreddit is also something you should subscribe to and thumb through every once in a while!

[creepycrawliesanonymous]

To All The Boys I've Written About Before - Beige Flags

In my never-ending quest to make things that appeal only to me, here's a little exercise for all the boys in my arsenal.

Angel Torres will always help you out around the house, no question about that, but boy will he act like he's a hero for simply loading the dishwasher. I'm talking wiping his brow every time you walk into the kitchen, grunting when he puts a plate on the drying rack. You offer to help but he flat out refuses, and will probably say some shit like "My hands look like this [soapy] so yours can look like that [slightly dirty from repotting your plants]."

Jesse Pinkman will call you "dude" until the end of time. It doesn't matter what stage of your relationship you are currently in, you will always and forever be "dude" to him. "Yo dude, do you want to grab Wendy's on the way home?""Dude, you look pretty today." You could be at the alter and it would be a "Dude, I do." He also 100% buys in to the "glasses make you smarter" myth.

Lemon bought himself a label-maker, and that man LOVES makin' labels. All the drawers in your flat are labeled, so are the spices (even if they already have labels), he labels which food belongs to who, all the wires/cables have a label for what kind of wire/cable they are and what they're for. You told him that you could probably remember which clear jar holds the salt and which holds the ginger-snaps, so he made the label "fuck off" and stuck it to your forehead.

Tangerine refuses to call menu items by their proper names, especially if they're stupid. A matcha latte is "green foamy shit, you know." If the dish is named after someone, this chicken shop you frequent has an Ike's Famous Wings Bowl, he will call it "that bloke's chicken thing, the one with all the spices and shit on it." The worst was when he wanted to order the Foxx on the Roxx Boxx from TGI Fridays (yes that's the spelling, I looked it up), he straight up would not say its name, he just kept pointing at the menu and saying "fucking- this one."

Harvey SDV, sweet man that he is, will always sign off his text messages. It doesn't matter how long or short the message is. There's the standard "darling, I'm running a little bit late, would you like me to pick up something for dinner? Dr H" but there's also the "okay honey (: Dr H" or the "[insert picture of flower] Dr H". You've tried to explain to him that you know that it's him, that he doesn't need to sign off every time he messages you, but it's no use.

Andrew Neiman loves to collect random bits of niche trivia, but will straight up forget incredibly basic things. You two were out at a live music venue, sipping on your tasty little beverages, and he'll just bust out something about the similarities between jazz and Indian music, and while he's expanding on the influence of Ravi Shankar on Coltrane, he'll flip through the menu in front of him and ask you what margarine is.

Carmen Berzatto, common knowledge at this point, always keeps a book on him, which on its own is a very good thing. It keeps him from getting bored, you think it makes him look smart, it's a win by all accounts. But, save for when he's at work, he will whip that book out whenever there's any sort of lull in a conversation or if he's not physically doing something. You were talking to him about weekend plans, and he'll be listening intently because he's a good boyfriend who cares about your thoughts, but as soon as you go quiet to turn around to grab something he's flipping open his copy of The Reivers to quickly read a sentence.

Randal Graves loves to fake propose at restaurants for free shit. He makes a big thing out of it, will pull you aside before you enter Olive Garden and show you the tiny plastic ring he's used about three times already and whisper about the ruse he's about to pull, and all you can do is nod along with him. He's gotten more elaborate each time, from the basic garden-variety proposal, to putting it in your water, to asking to have it put in your Chipotle burrito (you had nearly swallowed it that time), managing to score a few free desserts and, at one point, a bottle of cheapo champagne that he got so incredibly slurshed on at home.

Warren Rojas has this game he likes to play whenever you two go to bars or nightclubs where he will pretend like you two don't know each other just so he can hit on you in the most cheesy ways known to man. Asking to buy you a drink, dumb pick-up lines, saying shit like "My name is Warren, but you can call me anytime." It's so incredibly dumb and he gets the biggest kick out of it. One time when you and Eddie were having a conversation at a party he totally pulled out the "Is this guy bothering you, babe?" He thinks he's so funny.

Jimmy Bartlett, whenever you two are cuddling, will set a timer so he knows when to switch from big spoon to little spoon. He'll bring up the egg timer from the kitchen and set it to 20 minutes before he joins you on his bed. You'll be half asleep after a long shift from work with his head buried in the back of your neck, and the next thing you know he's shuffling around while tiny beeps are sounding and he's somehow got your arms around him before you even realize what's happening, before drifting off again. He says it's only fair.

Miguel O'Hara is like a big dog with the temperament of a house cat; thinks he takes up less space than he does and always at least slightly grumpy. He'll get confused when he goes to put on a sweater that was originally yours (the communal wardrobe holds no prisoners) and finds it tight around his biceps. He knocks his forehead on low doorways constantly, you've taken to shouting 'duck' whenever you see him about to go through one. Watching movies on the couch with him, during a rare moment of peace, can be an ordeal because he always wants to lie down on top of you and you don't have the heart to tell him that he's crushing your lungs.

[wingsoverlagos]

Lewisohn's Little Mysteries

I should be posting the next piece dissecting the Mark Lewisohn/Kim Bennett/Parlophone contract saga--it's in the works, I promise! @mythserene and I are typing and scheming and typing some more--but most of my time has been put towards checking a zillion citations, and I wanted to share a little something before my next proper piece. The zillion-checked-citations will hopefully be available in some form soon; enjoy this as a snack to hold you over 'til dinner.

As we know, Mark Lewisohn likes to bust a myth, tear down our preconceived notions, and shed light into the murky corners of Beatles history (source: Mark Lewisohn.) But there's another pattern I've noticed while checking his citations: he likes to inject a little ambiguity every now and then where perfect clarity is possible.

I've run across a few cases of this--I'll try to dig those out and add them later--but I was struck by this example from The Best of Fellas (2002), Spencer Leigh's biography of Bob Wooler. Lewisohn sets up a little mystery, writes that there's something we simply don't know--all the while, the source is perfectly clear.

Tune In 18-46 vs. Leigh 2002 p.147

This section discusses the Beatles' plans to not pay Allan Williams a percentage for their second string of gigs in Hamburg. From Tune In:

Paul tells Bob Wooler they won't be paying Allan Williams commission; Paul adds that he suspects Wooler will tell Williams, as the two are friends. Wooler agrees--yep, he's going to tell Williams. Then Lewisohn introduces his petite paranthetical mystery: "(It isn't clear if or when Wooler did, however.)"

Now, from The Best of Fellas (this, like much of the book, is told through a quote by Bob Wooler himself):

To quote Wooler, "I did tell Allan and he was fuming about this." If you're struggling with the subtlety and intricacy of this quote (hi, Mark!), I'll reiterate the key phrase: "I did tell Allan." Sure, he doesn't give an exact date or anything, but from the general context, we can assume it occurred around the same time.

Why? Why does he do this? He had to actively write out that it "wasn't clear" if Bob told Allan about the Beatles' financial scheme. It would have been simpler (and more correct) to not write that. This is very strange behavior! Though I have a better understanding of Lewisohn than when I started, I still don't get why he does things like this--why introduce this ambiguity to the record when the answer is in your source, in the very same paragraph?

Also strange: that bracketed "to me" at the start of the quote. “Paul said [to me], ‘I suppose you’re going to tell your mate…’” Using brackets to clarify ambiguity in a quote is fine, but where is the ambiguity here? If someone says, “Paul said, ‘You’re going to…’” it is understood that Paul is talking to the speaker. Lewisohn even says, in the sentence before the quote, “Bob Wooler later related how Paul told him that…” There isn’t a shred of ambiguity here. Don’t amend a quote if you don’t have to! Let the words speak for themselves!

Sources:

Leigh S. 2002. The Best Of Fellas: The Story of Bob Wooler, Liverpool’s First D.J. Liverpool: Drivegreen Publications Ltd. 264p. Accessed online 2024 Apr 23. Available from: https://archive.org/details/bestoffellasstor0000leig/mode/2up

Lewisohn M. 2013. The Beatles: All These Years Vol. 1: Tune In. New York (NY): Crown Archetype. [ebook]

[volostogekiss]

At some point after stopping Volo and trying to work things out with him, you’ve been sent back to modern-day Sinnoh. You don’t remember a single thing of your time in Hisui, but he does. By Arceus’ blessing, he’s been given another chance with you, after waiting for all this time. No warnings. GN!reader. Time-traveling/immortal!Volo. The typical slightly obsessive behavior. Implied past relationship.

❥ Throughout your life, you’ve always spent a lot of your time at museums, libraries, and galleries. It’s only natural, then, that you’re a young history professor at Eterna University. You were in the right place at the right time for the position. Not to mention, in your graduate years, you had also written a particularly riveting theory about the existence of Dialga and Palkia’s Origin Formes. That had caused a stir for quite a few months, as you’d even somehow had the artifacts necessary for their transformation.

❥ You didn’t know how you’d come to possess them—the Adamant Crystal and Lustrous Globe, later named so by other historians. After a strange week of which you’d remembered nothing, as though you’d simply vanished then reappeared, you’d found them in a chest of old belongings of yours, supposedly from your childhood. The old thing had been tucked back in your closet, and in a fit of your cleaning, you’d unearthed it. It hadn’t been hard for you to see the connection between the newly discovered artifacts and the well-known Adamant and Lustrous Orbs, and so, you’d worked to unravel their purpose.

❥ They’re sitting on display at the Eterna Historical Museum, and even though you’re proud of your contribution, in the back of your mind, you’re concerned about why you, of all people, should have found them. You try not to think about it too much (especially how they’ve been the catalyst for your career or how you feel drawn to them, somehow, or how you’d found them after that peculiar week), and just enjoy the museum instead.

❥ And it’s on one of your routine weekend trips to the museum that you notice him. There’s a very handsome, very intelligent curator whom you’ve never seen before! And right in front of the picture of the broken bust of Giratina, he’s giving an exciting talk about the legendary Pokémon to quite a crowd. (You think that it might not just be his way with words that’s charming more observers, however. There’s a certain charisma and appeal about him. His voice, smooth, expressive, and a tad playful, is lovely as well. You really try to stop yourself there.)

❥ But he’s quite attractive, isn’t he? His golden hair sweeps over his face in an elegant fringe, and then you have to really fight against your frivolous thoughts, for clarity of mind. That blond hair; that enthusiastic, but keen gaze as he speaks of legends and myths… They seem so familiar. Do you know him from somewhere? No, you couldn’t. Perhaps it’s just that he looks quite similar to the former Sinnoh Champion. Could he also be from Celestic Town?

❥ Then, you spot what’s written on his silvery name tag—“Volo”—and you can’t stop thinking about why that name is just so fitting, for some reason.

❥ He notices your staring. You’re attempting not to, but the more you think about it, the more you’re interested! Why does he seem so familiar? Your heart skips a beat when he waves at you, and you can hardly manage to do the same in return. You hope that he believes you’re simply enamored with his lovely speech, and not his beautiful face. But when a slanted, knowing smile curls onto his lips, you think he’s not as dense as you wish him to be.

❥ It’s difficult to keep up your excuse, especially when you’re visiting the museum more frequently, just so you can catch a glimpse of him. You don’t have the courage to ever approach him, however, and you always flit away some time before his explanation ends.

❥ On the other hand, Volo is absolutely thrilled. He’s found you, after all these years! Those rumors had been right! He should’ve started his search here, and not so foolishly in Jubilife. All this searching, waiting, and agonizing… Just for you. He can hardly contain his excitement! He wants to stop everything he’s doing to march right over to you, but he controls himself—he won’t mess this up again—and contents himself to simply watch from afar. For now.

❥ He can tell that you’re curious about him, with how you’ve tilted your head and your eyes have narrowed ever so slightly. Those little things about you haven’t changed. You’d done so all the time in Hisui; it’s a look of your quiet curiosity he knows well. And it’s cute that you still glance away every time he even minutely turns your way. That’s something endearing about you that hasn’t changed either, and Volo wishes he could tease you about it right there, then wrap you up into his arms. But he can’t, just yet.

❥ However, Volo is a bit disappointed that you don’t seem to remember him, even though he remembers everything about you. Hmm, but he’s sure he can change that, given time! And he has plenty of that, now that he’s found you again.

❥ Though you never allow him a chance to speak to you! You’re always gone before he can actually reach out to you, but part of him is pleased with your embarrassed reaction. That means you must feel something for him, right? The other part of him loves that you’re still running away; you have no idea how it deepens his desire for you. It only excites him further—makes him want to chase you—even if he could really just saunter over to you and pin you down one of these days.

❥ After all, it hadn’t been difficult to find out more about you. Everyone knows that you’re the one who’d donated the Adamant Crystal and Lustrous Globe to the museum, and a single question about them in the employee breakroom had given him the answer he’d needed about you. That you’re a history professor at Eterna University, often spending your leisure at the museum or at a library. Of course, it all makes sense to Volo that this should be the life you’d lead, considering what you’d done in Hisui.

❥ His opportunity to finally catch you arrives sooner than he’d expected, but not in the way that he’d envisioned it. You’re not anticipating such a thing either.

❥ In fact, you’d thought you’d seen the last of Volo. You hadn’t seen him at the museum for the past week, and upon asking around for him, no one could give you a solid answer. You’d been met with shifty eyes and shaking heads, and you wonder what could’ve possibly pulled him away from a job he so obviously enjoyed. You regret not speaking with him sooner, as he’d always have something insightful to say about the artifacts or texts at the museum.  

❥ It’s a thought periodically interrupting your work, while you’re tucked into a secluded corner of the Eterna Library’s highest floor. Perhaps you shouldn’t be surprised either, then, that the man on your mind suddenly appears across your table, with that pleasant smile and warm gaze. You don’t even remember to ask him why he’s here, or how he’s found you. He’s a museum curator, and wouldn’t it be normal for him to be at the library as well?

❥ Instead, you invite him to sit down with you, albeit your initial greeting is rather uncouth and surprised. Of course, he accepts graciously, without commenting on your flustered state, but it isn’t long before he notices the question hidden behind your fleeting glances.

❥ “I see you’ve been wondering about where I’ve been the past week,” he muses, and he relishes in how you look away to fiddle with some of your papers.

❥ “Well, yes,” you admit sheepishly, for it’s impossible to hide that truth from him, “you had the most interesting of thoughts on many of the exhibits.”

❥ Volo can’t help teasing you now. “Is that all?”

❥ “Of—of course!” You’re embarrassed, and he revels in seeing the expression on your face. “So it’s only natural that I’d miss your talks at the museum. Where have you been?”

❥ His demeanor turns serious, and you’re shocked when he reveals to you, “You could say I’m on temporary leave. Not of my own volition, however.”

❥ Really? Him? You can’t believe it. He’s the museum’s best! (And that’s not simply just your opinion, or influenced by something other than his proficiency at his job.) “If you don’t mind me asking… Why?”

❥ Uncharacteristically solemn, he’s staring directly at you when he answers, “I couldn’t stand by what had been written on Giratina at the museum. I spoke to the visiting public of the true reason it had had a change of heart. That it was not only due to centuries spent observing the bond between humans and Pokémon, as people have assumed as the sole factor for all these years. It had been that the last time Giratina had awoken, intent on imparting chaos upon the world, it was defeated by a hero of pure heart—someone who could show it that everything was not as broken and awful as it had thought, and that the land was worth protecting.”

❥ Somehow, his words resonate with you, as if you know what he’s talking about. In your heart, you understand it, though you don’t know it. It doesn’t sound wrong, but you wonder why he’s looking at you with such a severe expression. That you should know why it sounds as if he’d been there.

❥ However, you choose not to address those feelings; for some reason, you think this an inopportune time to ask about them.

❥ “So they kicked you out for saying that?” Your gaze is defiant when you cross your arms, and a steely resolution gleams in your eyes. “While maybe you shouldn’t have said so immediately, it’s a bit harsh to remove you like that. History benefits from multiple opinions, doesn’t it? I’ve been saying that the bureaucracy here really needs to change. I’ll speak to them.”

❥ It’s so like you, and Volo is taken back to the time when he’d been slated for banishment after you’d defeated him. With that very same conviction, you’d said the same thing—that you’d speak to Kamado on his behalf, and that you’d convince the villagers to give him another chance. …You haven’t changed. You still would do such a thing for him.

❥ Volo’s heart twists. All this time he’s spent waiting for you is suddenly worth it, even more so. Maybe he can finally thank Arceus for something—that he’d been allowed to live for all this time, to meet you again. Oh, he really, really loves you, and he almost tells you so, with no warning at all.

❥ But he holds back. Instead, he lightly claps his hands together, before leaning in with an index finger pointed toward you mischievously. It seems so familiar. Nonetheless, you’re startled by his abrupt shift in mood, and you’re nowhere near ready for what he says next.

❥ “While I appreciate your sentiments, there’s no need! I’ll be reinstated next week.” Volo reaches toward you, his larger hand resting atop your own for just a moment before he pulls away. “For now, I’d much rather focus on other things, and I believe the most fascinating of them all is finally sitting right before me.”

❥ You feel the heat from his skin on yours, process his words, and then that traitorous heat is crawling back up to your face. This man…

❥ “If you’ll allow me the chance, I’d like to get to know you better, professor,” he says deliberately, with an easy chuckle. And even though he wants to confess that he already knows you well enough, he’ll take it slow, with you.

❥ Your heart is fluttering, and the way he’d addressed you makes you feel strangely hot inside. He’s interested in you? You have to set aside your papers to fold your hands together nervously—to focus your thoughts so that you can properly provide him your name and a coherent reply.

❥ “I’d like that. I want to get to know you better, too, Volo.”

❥ You’d said his name, just as you’d done before, during the first time you’d met in Hisui, and his smile widens.

❥ Oh, he’ll have so much more to show you, so that you may know him as well as he knows you. Even if you remember nothing of what he’s done, he knows that he has a lot to make up for, and he won’t mind spending every one of his days alive for you. And with a love he hopes you might one day soon recognize and remember, he silently promises you that.

[baronneutron]

Nico Vyzeem, Wroonian Pilot; created by me with art by Will Nunes

Here is the original brief description I wrote: "Born and bred to fly the stars, Nico is a former Imperial civilian pilot now seeking his fame and fortune as an independent astro-aviator." I loved Rogue One, and took some inspiration from the character of Bohdi Rook. To me, he did not seem like he was in the Imperial Navy, but I know the movie wasn't very clear.  To me he seemed like how in the real world there are people who work for the government and with the military, but are not IN the military themselves.  So, I took that idea and had that he went to a galactic equivalent of the Merchant Marine Academy and then worked as a civilian pilot for the Empire for a term. I added some elements to the Wroonian culture (since it is pretty bare bones anyway), a being called "The Kestral of Life".  The Kestral is something that perhaps used to be an aspect of a religion or a belief system for Wroonians in ages past, but now is just something that has barely any meaning.  I was coming from the angle how in the real world many people have crosses or crucifixes in their house or on a necklace, but they really just do it because its always been done in their family.  So, for modern Wroonians, it is simply a traditional or cultural symbol, something worn or hung on a wall that is just done without too much meaning. Nicuzzal "Nico" Vyzeem grew up with this symbol, and sure he wore it as a pendant on a necklace most of his life, but like most Wroonians he didn't believe it was real.  That is until he was persuaded that the myth and symbol was inspired by something real, that there really is a being called The Kestral of Life.  The intentional misspelling of Kestrel was supposed to indicate it was not a little bird from our real world, it was really a being of great power, more like the Phoenix or one of the large SW space beings or perhaps even an aspect of the Force, and if you found it The Kestral would grant you your heart's desire.  Within the game (as I am sure most of you who play know) there is part of the character creation process called "Obligation" and "Motivation", so I tied both of these into The Kestral myth for Nico.  However, I told my GM this is simply what Nico believes, it doesn't mean its true.  At various times in the game, my character lied to everyone in order to find more clues as to how to find The Kestral of Life. I played this character in a campaign that lasted nearly 2 years. We started off with 3 players then moved to 5, and we had a lot of fun, despite feeling frustrated much of the time due to the story.  We started with the original 3 being crew on a tramp freighter, and while the Captain was a smuggler, he was also part of a larger syndicate of criminals/pirates whose main bread and butter was slavery.  Our PCs didnt know that to start, but we soon learned as we became patsies in a scheme the Captain had with an ISB agent, and we were left in jail while the Captain got let go and split the earnings with the ISB dude. This had us behind bars while the larger slavery-pirate syndicate moved in and started snatching people in the little town where the local Marshall had us imprisoned.  Since it was just him and one deputy, we convinced him to let us go and we would help defend the town. While we made a difference, we didn't save everyone.  Our little group then promised we would do what we could to find and rescue those kidnapped.  The town gave us a busted up Barloz, and we fixed it up and off we went with no credits other than what they collected when they "passed the hat"; we named our ship Dressen's Triumph.  The whole campaign for nearly 2 years was trying to track and rescue the townsfolk.

[stranded-labyrinth]

post fall hannibal and will are regularly blowing each other's backs out on beaches and beds and every other available surface in cuba. life is good and they're killing and eating folks together on the reg. they learn and know everything there is to learn and know about one another, until one night they're cooking and hannibal sees a spider in one of the vegetables and five minutes later he's on the counter while will busts a lung laughing at him but gets rid of the spider in like five seconds while also identifying which kind it is and what its habitat usually is etc etc so basically a little fic based on your post and featuring entomologist will graham

i had to look at pictures of garden spiders for this. i hate you.

anyway, this didn't end up being very crackficy at all. as a matter of fact, this is just angst LOL. i'm sorry for taking it so far beyond the direction you wanted it to go in

also, big warning for arachnophobia, because spiders are talked about a LOT in this fic!

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The weaving maiden, doomed to repeat her greatest accomplishment and gravest error for years to come.

Every so often, Hannibal found himself thinking back to her story. While he scarcely spoke of it, it had become one of his favorites.

There were two people on Earth who knew why Hannibal so frequently consumed human flesh, and one of them had counted herself amongst the dead that lay in his past. That left only one, who had stood alongside him, searing the other contender’s arm on a grill to show Hannibal the wonders of southern barbeque.

Then there was the classic depiction in Greek myth of mortals boasting to the divine, divinity striking down mercilessly until the mortal would indeed understand that there are fates worse than death.

Rule number one of the ancients: Never equate yourself to a god, nor place yourself above them.

Hannibal was quite certain that, should he have been born approximately 3,000 years prior, he would have been flayed open in public.

That being said, the myth was one of the only ones in existence to truly be able to make his skin crawl, and thus its horror was far more embedded into his mind than any of the other tragic tales of the Greeks (save for one that he’d lamented by heart for approximately four years).

People often made the mistake of assuming that spiders died off in the winter. They could not be more wrong.

There was a time years ago, during those frozen months in Lithuania, in which his captors had been able to keep their fires burning.

Their first goal had always been to simply obtain ransom money and be on their way. Hannibal could remember the glow of campfires then, Mischa asking him when they would be going home. He never had an answer for her.

He remembered killing all the spiders for her in their little den.

Easily frightened as she was, being so young, she sought her older brother when seeing something crawling horribly fast along the wall, or along the floor. Even sitting innocently in the corner, those little creatures frightened her, and thus they were swiftly sent back to whence all things came with a hard PAT.

There had been one that had passed them by, as it turned out. Mischa discovered it sitting in the corner and let out a shrill cry, loud enough that one of their captors had shouted at her for it. Hannibal did swiftly away with the offending arachnid, neither of them knowing what had already taken place before its discovery.

A day came not long after, closer to their freezing days, where Hannibal could remember Mischa growing sniffly. Searching around, he discovered the likely perpetrator: A dust bunny in the corner, aggravating her allergies.

He remembered grabbing it, hoping to remove it from their den.

He could almost forget her hunger pain induced cries when he remembered the way she screamed as hundreds of the spider's babies cascaded over them both. He had very nearly drowned her out with screams of his own that day.

Spiders, for every day since, were associated with exactly one scene in his mind: Fear, death, and the cold.

Arachnophobia, as people seemed to so commonly deem just about any distaste of the horrible little things, always seemed to be the butt of the joke. Something to be mocked for, something pathetic, something weak.

He was not weak.

That being said, he was rather fortunate that the concept never came up to begin with. In their little house, Hannibal had yet to see any of the cursed creatures. The most he’d hear of them were from Will, who would find one on occasion and inform Hannibal that he’d taken it outside, before going on about its species, where it was native to, the patterns of its body, and then inevitably inform Hannibal that he had just, in fact, been bitten by the little rascal.

Hannibal smiled to himself as he went on with his chopping in the kitchen, wondering just how much poor treatment at the hands of an animal Will could withstand. He imagined Will would forgive just about any creature that wasn’t human. Most of all, it was pleasant to be able to find himself unaffected by the knowledge of the arachnid’s presence, for once. Perhaps it could be said that it was because he never actually laid eyes on them.

In the middle of his thoughts, his eyes focused more on the pan he was pouring into than his hands, it seemed that the outer shell of the onion he’d been chopping was touching his hand. Odd, he thought he’d brushed those aside already.

And then it moved, and he glanced at his hand.

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Will stepped through the hall, brows furrowed in confusion. He could have sworn he’d heard his name be called, quickly and in a tone he’d never heard Hannibal use before, but he’d received no response when he called back.

“Hannibal?” he called, beginning to head towards the kitchen. “Are you–

Any question he may have had cut off entirely when he stepped into the kitchen, only to see Hannibal perched on the furthest possible counter.

Cowering.

Before he could so much as question him, eyes radiating concern, he spotted movement across the floor between them.

When his eyes locked onto it, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh hey there, little guy,” he cooed as he bent down, scooping the spider off of the floor and into his palms. “What are you doing inside? You’re never inside! Did someone leave the window open, hm? Were you curious?”

He doesn’t notice Hannibal staring at him, his eyes wide, his breathing shallow. 

“Oh, you’re a pretty little guy, aren’t you? Yellow garden spider!” Will declared proudly. “Oh, your stripes are just beautiful…”

Hannibal swallowed hard, willing his voice to not quiver as much as he was sure it would.

“Will.”

Will glanced at him, snapped out of his reverie by the reality of his petrified lover.

“Kill it.”

It was not a request. It was a command.

Will frowned.

“Hannibal, I’m not killing it, you know that,” he argued. “I’m just gonna take it outside.”

Hannibal’s mouth opened to speak, his vocal cords cut off when they were inundated with things he could say. Let it go so it can come back? So it can lay eggs? So it can bring its swarm?

So he’ll be drowned in frightened screams again, no longer knowing which are his own?

Will’s eyes raked over him, his frustration beginning to dissipate.

“Hannibal,” he began, daring to finally ask, “why are you on the counter?”

Hannibal did not answer, his eyes firmly locked on the vile creature in his lover’s hands.

Concern melted back into Will’s look. “Hannibal…” He took a step forward. “It’s not gonna hurt you, see? Look, it’s just–”

As Will held the little beast out, Hannibal flinched.

“Whoa– Okay, okay!” Will said quickly, taking several steps back. “Look, I’ll…I’ll just take it outside, okay? You won’t have to see it again.”

“It’ll come back,” Hannibal said, quiet enough that he was just barely heard. “It’ll come back in hundreds.”

Will stood still, as though searching for a solution. He had never seen Hannibal like this before, not ever. He had never seen Hannibal frightened.

As the creature moved in his hands, he could feel a particular spot beginning to itch. Looking down, he saw a rather familiar two pin pricks in the heel of his palm.

He sighed.

He dropped the spider to the floor.

And he stomped.

He swallowed hard, trying not to audibly gag at the distinct crunch feel beneath his shoe. The quick shattering of the exoskeleton, like tiny tectonic plates forced to shift beneath a great weight. A little world coming to an end.

He lifted his foot, staring down at the curled up remains of the critter he was going to let outside.

Some small agony swelled in his chest, and he looked to Hannibal, the way he always did.

Hannibal was finally breathing again, his face showing nothing but pure relief.

And the agony was gone.

Carrying the spider corpse to the window to give it a good toss outside, the realization dawned on Will that he would do just about anything to never see that fear in that man’s eyes again.

It wasn’t the first time he took a life at Hannibal’s behest that he never thought he’d take.

And Hannibal gazed at him the way he imagined humanity had been gazing at the moon for thousands of years, in silent awe of the beauty he was beholding.

Somewhere deep in his memory palace, a little boy had someone to kill the spiders for him, too.

[echonvoid]

Ninjago brain rot got me good

Have an ice emperor who remember who he was at some point. Essentially the idea is that Zane forgot everything in the beginning, but instead of manipulating him into being emperor, Vex manipulated him into being his right hand and “reclaimed” his spot on the throne.

Because it’s *literally* coded into his very being, he still had a strong desire to protect people. And while he may have lost his memories he was still as clever and would sneak out at night to protect people. They would call him a Frostwalker, and he essentially became a whispered myth. Eventually (after like 20yrs) Vex found out and had a metal plate seared into his face and shackles fused to his hands, ankles, and throat. When they were fusing the metal they jarred something in his systems that made all the memories come flooding back. He fought vex tooth and nail, but couldn’t really do anything except talk about his friends and how they’d come to save him. Vex took great joy in watching the hope fade over the years. After five years, he became bitter and angry. They abandoned him. (Which Vex only reinforced to his eventual demise)

Eventually he bust himself out and fought to take the throne. Vex (who I should clarify *is* a shifter, a polar bear one; not a huge fan of disabled people being the bad guy) was easily overpowered. Zane killed him and took the throne for himself, with a little push from the forbidden scroll. Which is how he became the ice emperor the ninja find in the palace when they make it there.

A bit of random dialogue I thought of:

Z: “look who it is, if it isn’t my old master.”

L: “Zane?”

Z: (calmly) “Zane died at least 40yrs ago. I’m simply the thing inhabiting his corpse”

L: “No, i know you’re still in there; this isn’t you!”

Z: “did you not hear what I just said?”

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L: “so… where’d you get the cape?”

Z: “from the corpse of my predecessor”

L: “Holy fuck”

Z: “i know, I think it looks rather *snort* metal to be honest”

[portmantaur]

because I am a Very Normal person who does Extremely Normal and Understandable Things

I finally watched the Amazing Maurice animated movie and had a little cry near the end. it was so clear that at least a few key people on the art team had an intense love for the source material - a reverence, even. I mean, there’s even a reference to Dibbler’s invented toilet dragon as the fountain in the town square, which is such a throwaway line that I can’t actually remember which discworld book it’s from without looking it up (but I -think- it might be a Watch book). The Morpork owls as a recurring motif. Twurp’s Peerage and the bat-embroidery on the chair in almost all of the scenes from which Malicia is narrating. Obviously the bust of Pratchett in the mayor’s office. There were so many visual references to the whole body of work, not just the exact source material, that I can’t even remember them all. I could feel the love coming from the art/design team.

And then the script itself betrayed so much of the original narrative’s purpose that I ended up crying a little (you can’t judge me, remember we already established I am Incredibly Normal and thusly Not Weirdly Emotional About Inconsequential Things). It did not strike me as a movie that would have survived into being made had Pratchett been alive - which is not surprising, he pretty famously rejected scripts, especially regarding Tiffany Aching. But I also remember the animated versions of Wyrd Sisters and Soul Music, and how utterly tickled Pratchett was in interviews regarding them — I especially remember how twinkly and pleased he was with some of the artistic direction taken with Cliff, particularly his voice direction and the sound effects used for his movement. So while Pratchett did have a reputation for rejecting film adaptations of his work, he clearly wasn’t impossible to please. I just, in my bones, in a totally Normal And Not Weirdly Sentimentally-Driven Way, do not believe he would have approved the final version of -this- script.

Primarily because it was a children’s book on purpose, and the book spends a lot of time respecting its intended young audience by posing a lot of questions without bothering to provide definitive answers. And so when there is one theme/moral that feels very deliberate and intentionally blatant within the novel, that feels incredibly important to me. To wit: This book makes a very clear statement about how evil is a creation, an action; evil is something concocted by people and put into the world. It is not an accident, it is not happenstance, and most uncomfortably, it can thusly usually not be entirely undone. In my opinion, Spider/The Rat King could not be a clearer way to communicate this concept.

Yes, Spider is evil, and yes in typical Pratchett fashion he indicates that evil is a bit of an expansive concept that cannot be contained within the simplified notion of “doing bad things,” and he very poignantly wraps this into the concept of creating/exploiting fear. But as a rat king, Spider’s existence is intentional and unnatural. Rat kings are a real, “historical” concept insofar as they have existed as a myth for a very long time. I remember reading about them in my wee years, when rats and rat-keeping became admittedly a special interest of mine. The concept of them in Pratchett’s book mirrors almost exactly their concept in real life: They are a human invention, and the only “evidence” of them has always just been evidence of the extent of human cruelty, largely in service of making a buck. Pickled rat kings were a common sight in early sideshow exhibitions, and you’ll even still find some modern references to or models of them in similar settings today. But they are simply an impossible concept when considering them as “natural” phenomenons — The Amazing Maurice (the book) explains that petty well via Keith’s knowledge of rats and their habits, but even that leaves out the obvious explanation of the fact that rat tails are bony structures that simply do not have the ability to bend into any conceivable knot-shape without being intentionally broken for that purpose. For a book that doesn’t shy away from the carnage and cruelty humans otherwise enact on rats historically, I have to wonder if that was simply the point at which Pratchett himself shared his much-written sentiment of “not wanting to draw you a picture.” Either way, readers of course find out that Spider in particular was created as a “masterpiece” by one of the resident rat-catchers in order to secure entry into the local rat-catching guild. As a result, Spider is both creation and burden to the rat-catchers.

But this entire discussion of rat kings as evidence of cruelty, this whole allusion to evil being a human-made thing, is mostly thrown away in the film. The film takes away both Keith and Malicia’s knowledge of rat kings (the practicality of them and the mythical reputation of them respectively), instead gives both halves of the knowledge to Maurice, and then claims that the rat catchers did not intentionally create the rat king. Rather, while carelessly storing rats they had caught, the two men simply tossed a few rats temporarily into a pot, and upon later lifting the lid to retrieve them, discovered a rat king had been formed — conceding every possible falsehood about rats, their anatomy, and the history of rat kings that Pratchett spent the bulk of a chapter meticulously refuting.

And I, as the Incredibly Normal And Not At All Weird Person we have already established that I am, had a good cry. I was so sad that whoever was in charge of these changes to the script simply did not respect their child audience the way Pratchett himself did. How can you claim to honor or even love his work if your retooling of it is so fearful, so dishonest? The message of “evil is something you put into the world, not something natural to be observed” is such an important concept for children of all ages to be exposed to, and it’s such a narratively satisfying climax to reach after the buildup of sympathy for this rough and tough rat colony who already navigate the casual and perhaps even somewhat “justifiable” cruelty foisted upon them merely for existing in the shapes they have. And while there are a lot of changes in the script that I found disappointing or un-artfully implemented, this particular change felt utterly cowardly. Of course, if as an executive or screenwriter in charge of what gets finalized in a script, your goal is rooted in creating something to mass-produce and sell, then I understand why arming an audience of children with the idea that evil is an action and not a circumstance would frighten you to your boots. But then I have to wonder: Why take this work to adapt? It's not as if it's incredibly well known outside of a somewhat niche and probably slightly older audience. What was there to be gained by taking such a lovingly crafted, respectful narrative aimed at younger people, only to dismantle and subvert the very clear message it contained? By review standards, this film was kind of a flop. So what was the point?

Mostly, again because of how Deeply Normal I am (such that it obviously doesn’t even bear repeating), I felt a lot of sadness for the art team. At least a handful of people in charge of the artistic direction of the film had a deep connection to the Discworld series, and I have to wonder if any of them felt disrespected or otherwise unhappy with the final product they ended up being party to, especially with the love and dedication to visually crafting this story being so apparent on screen. And while I feel personally that there are valid and constructive criticisms to be made about Pratchett’s work, and perhaps more largely about the specific perspective from which he wrote, something that has always struck me about his novels aimed at young readers is the sheer amount of respect he always had for them. This movie carrying a weirdly clear bias of believing that children would only be -seeing- the movie, engaging with it on a strictly visual level, while adults would be the only ones actually -listening-, felt like such an absolute disregard for the love Pratchett clearly had for young readers that it actually made me angry.

There’s not really a larger point to this essay on something as inconsequential as an animated rat movie, but I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and I can’t help but cling to the idea that I’m not the only Really Very Ordinary And Not At All Strange person who had this sort of emotional reaction to this piece of media. Somewhere out there in the wild world of tumblr, someone else might see this and go “yeah…yeah!!!” To which I want to answer, in total commiseration, “yeah :(”

[dezemberzwolf]

I know nothing of fate but your ship sounds fascinating

im going to tell you about them now

so the whole conceit of fate is that mages can summon servants that are the incarnate versions of heroes kept in the collective cultural unconsciousness, and then make those heroes fight to the death in order to fulfill a blood ritual that gives the mages access to the Root, the very center of the magical universe

kariya is a fucked up little man whose whole thing is that he fails. he failed at being an heir because he ran away from his horrifically abusive family, he failed at romancing the woman he fell in love with, and he failed at protecting that womans daughter from being brought into kariyas horrifically abusive family. because that kid is one of the three sole people in the universe that loves kariya back kariyas like "welp i will now help her by taking her place in the murder ritual, subjecting my body to irreparable torture so im barely alive and in screaming pain every second of the day because i dont want her being alone and i dont want her to be the one in the position of sacrifice". he fails in this too dont worry.

for his servant in the murder ritual, he summons lancelot, whos loosely implied that kariyas been a fan of the arthurian legend. bc his grandfather whos torturing him is a dickhead, he forces kariya to summon lancelot with a curse of insanity on him which makes lancelot 1. demand much more magical energy from kariya which causes further pain to his deteriorating body 2. basically debases him as a hero

but the twist is that lancelot did that on purpose and debased himself into a "rabid dog" instead of a man because he hates himself for the betrayal of king arthur and doesnt want a face any more. this also emphasizes the inhuman aspects of lancelot, who in older myth has a bunch of fairy connections. he is a straight up faceless lake monster On Purpose.

He Wants This. the end of f/z will try to tell you he didnt, but if thats true then literally zero of his actions make sense. in return, lancelot busts into kariyas dream which manifests as him taking a naked kariya, biting him to drink his blood, and then declares that kariya "belongs to him" and essentially theyre bound 4ever. both lancelot and kariya are mega fuckups of people where kariya keeps mirroring lancelots legend that as you may know ends in disgrace and murder and depression and death, but lancelot keeps fighting for his wishes anyways. in the end, kariya sacrifices himself so lancelot can get his wish of facing king arthur instead. afterwards, every single time lancelot is summoned, he wears the curse of insanity that kariya gave him. he Will Not let it go, even though he got what he wanted to use that excuse of insanity for and could very easily simply drop the curse. later a "sane" lancelot gets summoned but this lancelot is arguably and imho a Completely Different Guy bc of the way the throne of heroes/collective unconscious works. look at me look into my eyes its because kariya and lancelot got bound together by blood sacrifice (lancelot drinking his blood and saying kariya belongs to him) and now lancelot will not leave this vestige of his first master behind.

also there's a scrapped novel illustration where its super mega implied berserker fucked kariya, because the f/z novel is 1. "the worst people you know and 2 functional gay couples experience the worst possible choices ever" 2. "the gay one", and even this was scrapped because everyone looked at urobuchi and was like "cmon man we cant put this one of the scrawny freak super defo dicked down by a haunted suit of armour in the book"

if anyone ever asks you if you know anything about fate now you can say u know the bug man and the haunted suit of armour got nasty

also dont read/watch fate/zero there are like 10000000000000 trigger warnings like real bad its if youre advanced committed to fate fandom. i cannot stress this enough. f/z was written as a King Arthur Torture Dungeon and has every trigger possible do not touch it unless you wanna read some real fucked shit.

watch this clip of lancelot tho it rules

[sevens-evan]

hey dude! i’ve been rly interested in weightlifting lately and u have got the mightiest guns in the land, are there any youtube channels/videos u might recommend for a beginner? it’s difficult to sift through the “GET THICC QUICC” schemes and influencer damage in fitness channels n stuff. hope you’re doing good B) and maybe i’ll see you in the summer?

helllll yeah. i will put this under a cut because it is SO long and i have so many fucking thoughts on this topic

honestly it's very hard to recommend fitness channels just because so many of them are terrible lmao. a lot of my information i get from instagram, i recommend sean nalewanyj and claire zai as people who are generally science-based, although the first guy does a lot of weight loss stuff bc he's a bodybuilder so like. ymmv. but he does sometimes talk about biomechanics and anatomy and those videos are really solid.

i think basically the best thing to do is get a basic understanding of muscle anatomy? i.e. your quads work to straighten your knees. and once you know that you know that any exercise involving straightening ur knee against resistance is going to work your quads (squats, leg extensions being the big ones). biceps bend the elbow, triceps straighten the elbow, etc. if you know what each muscle does you'll be able to spot someone doing a bullshit exercise from a mile away. this is what sean nalewanyj's videos are pretty good for, he calls out a lot of bullshit exercises that go viral on tiktok or whatever and explains why they're dumb. very useful for picking up anatomy stuff.

nutrition stuff tends to be WAY harder to find good information on and my solution to that is to simply not worry about nutrition. eat a lot of protein if u wanna build muscle but other than that i don't worry abt it.

also SOOOO many of the men in the online fitness space are freaks. so many red pill weirdos, pickup artist types, misogynistic little freaks. unfortunately many of the science-based guys are even like this. i have learned many a useful gym tip from men who i would kill given the opportunity. this isn't helpful i just hate it kjhasdg

in conclusion. creators to avoid: athleanx (full of shit never listen to anything he says ever), william li (annoying), obviously anyone who claims to have the Big Secret to fitness. people who claim that if you do an exercise "wrong" you will 100% get injured (this is a very complicated topic but anybody talking in absolutes is not coming from a science based perspective). also ben yanes on instagram, he is so wrong about everything and so smug about it i wanna fight him in an alleyway

OH a great creator on instagram is eugene teo! i don't use his paid app but his instagram content is actually very helpful and he busts a lot of myths and also. kinda hot.

i have many more thoughts if you have further questions alskjdgh. also yes you will probably see me in the summer, i will be in town guaranteed and possibly working at [REDACTED]

editing this after posting but the other big principle to be aware of is muscular failure. google it basically you want every set of an exercise to be Hard. you wanna almost not be able to do the last rep or two

[runawaycarouselhorse]

#if you’re confused about the current situation please watch this

[CW vulgar language, hate speech, death threats, war imagery]

This is a good primer in brief of what the situation in Palestine is and how Israel came to be, but you can find more information Decolonize Palestine, including a lot of myth-busting. The Nakba (literally, the Catastrophe) is this:

"When partition is brought up it is not surprising that most tend to think of the 1947 United Nations General Assembly resolution. This resolution recommended the partition of Palestine into an Arab-Palestinian state and a Zionist-Jewish state at the end of the British mandate. This was seen by some as a solution to the escalating tensions and violence during the mandate years.

However, this was not the first partition scheme to be presented. In 1919, for example, the World Zionist Organization put forward a ‘partition’ plan, which included all the territory which would become mandatory Palestine, as well as parts of Lebanon, Syria and Transjordan. At the time, the Jewish population of this proposed state would not have even reached 2-3% of the total population. Naturally, such a colonial proposal would be unjust regardless of the population disparity, but it is an indication of the entitlement of the Zionist movement in wanting to establish an ethnic state in an area they had no claim to, and where they were so utterly outnumbered.

The Palestinians, of course, rejected this. They were being asked to give away most of their land to a minority of recently arrived settlers. The rejection of this ridiculous premise is still cited today as the Palestinians being intransigent and refusing peace. This is often negatively contrasted with the claim that the Yishuv agreed to the 1947 partition plan, which is portrayed as a showing of good will and a readiness to coexist with their Palestinian neighbors. While this may seem true on the surface, a cursory glance at internal Yishuv meetings paints an entirely different picture. Partition as a concept was entirely rejected by the Yishuv, and any acceptance in public was tactical in order for the newly created Jewish state to gather its strength before expanding.

While addressing the Zionist Executive, Ben Gurion, leader of the Yishuv and Israel’s first Prime Minister, reemphasized that any acceptance of partition would be temporary:

“After the formation of a large army in the wake of the establishment of the state, we will abolish partition and expand to the whole of Palestine.”

This was not a one-time occurrence, and neither was it only espoused by Ben Gurion. Internal debates and letters illustrate this time and time again. Even in letters to his family, Ben Gurion wrote that “A Jewish state is not the end but the beginning” detailing that settling the rest of Palestine depended on creating an “elite army”. As a matter of fact, he was quite explicit:

“I don’t regard a state in part of Palestine as the final aim of Zionism, but as a mean toward that aim.”

Chaim Weizmann, prominent Zionist leader and first President of Israel, expected that “partition might be only a temporary arrangement for the next twenty to twenty-five years”.

This followed a long series of Zionist rejection of overtures by the native Palestinians. In 1928, for example, the Palestinian leadership voted to allow Zionist settlers equal representation in the future bodies of the state, despite them being a minority who had barely just arrived. This was faced with Zionist rejection. Even after this, in 1947 the Palestinians suggested the formation of a unitary state for all those living between the river and the sea to replace the mandate to no avail. There were many attempts at co-existence, but this simply would not have benefited the Zionist leadership who never intended to come to Palestine to live as equals.

By the end of the war, 800,000 Palestinians would be ethnically cleansed from approximately 530 villages and communities. Israel would be established on the rubble of these villages, and their settlers would come to call the emptied abodes that once housed Palestinian families home. To this day, these 800,000 and their descendants are still scattered all over the world in refugee camps, and Israel refuses their right to return home. The ethnic cleansing operations continued well into the 1950s, years after the end of the war.

What we're seeing now, with the displacement of surviving Gazans, living in tents, has been described as "a third Nakba" and "scenes of the Nakba, live before your eyes."

Israel is one of the most racist countries in the world.

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20 Myths About eco friendly floral foam: Busted

™The Big Brother condo is continuously unpredictable for the period of its prolonged run and the such a lot bad issue punters can do is try and pre-empt who may be up for eviction ahead of the nominations are introduced after which wager to that end.

This very incidence passed off this week, with Grace Adams-Short probably in the firing line. Grace had been seen all week likely making a choice on on Nikki and bitching approximately her behind her to come back and also bed-hopping between Mikey and George, formerly the latter left the apartment on his possess accord.

Also, being a female inside the residence is broadly speaking dangerous information as a long way as eviction survival is concerned since should always they move head to head with a male home member, they are as a rule voted out via the general public, very regularly by a big share.

On the having a https://maps.google.com/maps?cid=8719595936083574364 bet exchanges, Grace used to be trading at round 6/10 and were as low as half of, making her the organization well-known to be the second one user evicted from the space, yet this all modified on Tuesday when it came to nominations.

Grace gained simply two nominations, one unsurprisingly from Nikki and the opposite from Glyn, who used to be sick of her speakme approximately herself non-end. Two nominations were not enough to place beforehand odds-on Grace up for the general public vote as Richard received four and Lea and Sezer bought three each, striking the trio up for eviction as an alternative.

Sezer, following a fortnight of conceited behaviour, vowing to bully new housemates Aisleyne and Sam and having a dramatic fall-out with Richard midweek and slicing him to tears appears to be like to have sealed his destiny. He all of the sudden turned into the favorite to face eviction and traded as low as 1/33 (Bet3on Friday from a top of 1/five following the declaration of the trio up for eviction. Some fortunate punter had sponsored Sezer at a prime of 29/1 earlier on in the week even as the lemmings jumped at the Grace bandwagon.

Sezer is the overpowering favorite to depart however there may be a closing twist on this story. He may possibly live on on the rate of Lea, who was once booed significantly upon her entrance into the Big Brother dwelling for having, as she positioned it, blonde hair and immense boobs. As we structured in advance, females up for eviction inside the Big Brother apartment are in a notably precarious function.

Value hunters is perhaps onto a winner if they lower back Lea at extra tempting odds of 18/1 whereas Richard seems to be risk-free and will have to now not be supported at relatively full-size odds of round 25/1.

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Tom Daley busts big myth about his bed in Olympic Village

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Tom Daley busts big myth about his bed in Olympic Village

Tom Daley is in Paris for his fifth Olympics, and has debunked a persistent rumour that the Olympians’ cardboard beds aren’t sturdy enough in the Olympic Village.

The sustainable cardboard beds first went viral back in 2021, when they were introduced during the Tokyo Olympics.

At the time, some athletes incorrectly claimed that the deliberately “anti-sex” beds couldn’t possibly support the weight of two athletes.

Now Tom Daley is in Paris, with the Olympics just days away from kicking off with the Opening Ceremony.

In a new behind-the-scenes video on social media (below), the out British diver shows just how much action the cardboard beds can take.

“This is cardboard,” Tom says as he shows the frame. “As you can see, it’s like a box.”

Tom then jumps up and down on the bed as he confirms once and for all, “As you can see, they’re pretty sturdy!”

The top of the bed reads, “Rêvez vos exploits de demain,” which translates to “Dream about your achievements of tomorrow.”

@tomdaley CARBOARD BEDS IN THE OLYMPIC VILLAGE! #paris2024 #olympics ♬ original sound – Tom Daley

Olympics organisers explain cardboard beds

Olympics organisers have also said that they simply want to recycle the thousands of beds after the Games are over.

“We know the media has had a lot of fun with this story since Tokyo 2020,” Paris Olympic organisers told Reuters.

“But for Paris 2024, the choice of these beds for the Olympic and Paralympic Village is primarily linked to a wider ambition to ensure minimal environmental impact and a second life for all equipment used during the short period of the Games.”

@olympics Sweet dreams! The #Paris2024 Olympic beds ️ These are the same cardboard beds used at #Tokyo2020! They’re now in the @paris2024 Olympic Village, waiting for the athletes to arrive. #RoadToParis2024 ♬ sonido original – Olympics

Tom Daley is at his fifth Olympics

Tom Daley will compete at a record fifth Olympics in Paris after he was confirmed in Team GB’s diving team in May.

The out gay diver finally won a gold medal at the Tokyo 2020 Olympics, and after that took time away from the sport.

But late last year the 29-year-old made a comeback and in Paris he’ll compete in the 10m synchronised platform event with diving partner Noah Williams.

If Tom manages to win another medal in Paris, he’ll join a small group of five-time Olympic medalists.

That group includes out gay diving champion Greg Louganis, who has four Olympic golds and one silver.

News website Outsports reports at least 144 out LGBTQ athletes are heading to Paris for the 2024 Olympic Games.

According to the website’s count, a record number of out male Olympians are participating this year, which is so great to see.

A big majority of the 144 athletes on the list of queer Olympians – more than 120 – are women.

More out athletes for the Paris Olympics:

Aussie out basketball power couple head to Olympics together

Aussie rock climber Campbell Harrison to make history at Paris Olympics

Brazilian hunk Arthur Nory out and proud at third Olympics

Sam Kerr officially ruled out of Paris Olympic Games

Out Kiwi rower Robbie Manson qualifies for Paris Olympics

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Scene: A warcrimes tribunal at the International Criminal Court in The Hague, Netherlands. The Mythbusters crew stands before a panel of judges, accused of committing crimes against humanity. Adam Savage speaks first, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Your Honors, we understand the gravity of these charges. We never meant any harm to come of it. We only wanted to test a theory, to see if..." His words trail off as he struggles to contain his emotions.

Judge: "Mr. Savage, save your pleas for mercy for after the verdict has been rendered. Tell us, how did you obtain the nuclear weapon?"

Adam pauses, glancing at his fellow defendants before answering. "Um, well, uh...we found it in a storage facility. It wasn't labeled properly, so we assumed it was abandoned."

Tory Belleci snickers under his breath, earning him a disapproving look from the bench. Judge leans forward, fixing her gaze on him.

"Is that true, Mr. Belleci? Did you simply stumble upon this weapon without any prior knowledge of its existence?"

Tory hesitates, looking to Grant for guidance. Grant clears his throat and interjects, "Your Honor, we did discover the device in an unmarked container. At the time, we had no reason to believe it posed a threat."

The prosecution objects vehemently, waving documents in the air. "Your Honors, witness testimony and video footage contradicts this claim. The defendants can clearly be seen handling the weapon casually, cackling maniacally and planning to destroy the city of San Francisco as a test!"

As the trial continues, evidence mounts against the Mythbusters. Footage shows them detonating the bomb in a crowded shopping mall, then celebrating as they watch the destruction unfold on live feeds. Eyewitness accounts describe their reckless disregard for safety protocols and their gleeful demeanor afterwards. Even Kari Byron's attempt to warn authorities falls flat when it's revealed that she knew about the plan all along but didn't try hard enough to stop it.

In the end, the judges find the Mythbusters guilty on all counts. As they are led away in handcuffs, tears streaming down their faces, Tory turns back to address the court one last time. "But Your Honors, we were just doing what we do best! Busting myths, solving problems, advancing science! Isn't that what it means to be a Mythbuster?"

Their words would fall on deaf ears as the search for survivors continued and the rebuilding process began.

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Jump Manual's Jacob Hiller Review: IS IT A SCAM?

If you’re a basketball fanatic who has a love for the game, then the thought of one day being able to dunk has probably crossed your mind. Now in terms of height and God given ability, not everyone can be born with what NBA players have.  Today, we dive into the realm of vertical leap enhancement with one of the most reputable programs in the field – “The Jump Manual” by the renowned athletic performance coach, Jacob Hiller. Hiller is a certified personal trainer by the ACE (American Council on Exercise), and his methods and techniques are tried and true. So you can be sure that you’re getting the right information from a legit source. In The Jump Manual, he busts a lot of these myths and shows you exactly what works and what doesn’t, so you can focus on the things that do, and avoid all the pitfalls that lead to failure/mediocre results. With more than 10 years of experience under his belt, Jacob has mastered his method and techniques to perfection and put it into his manual, giving you insights into what works and what doesn’t when it comes to increasing your vertical leap. The program was released in 2008 and since then has helped thousands of athletes to reach their dream of dunking. And even 10 years later, at age 35, Jacob Hiller's vertical is still impressive! I first decided to try it because I was intrigued with the Max Explosion workout. The manual is an entire program of vertical jump training. It show which days to train, sets, reps, techniques, and a video demonstration of all exercises used. It also gives you information on nutrition and recovery. Recovery is huge for explosive athletes. 

If there’s something I noticed about basketball players is that usually the majority of them depend upon professional coaches or their colleagues for guidance and information during their jump training. They work meticulously and try hard repeating the exercises which are known to increase vertical jump. Due to the sheer amount of work they put in, what would be a small problem for an amateur now becomes a big problem for the professional and the result is usually an ongoing fail. Essentially Jacob Hiller discusses the difference between working out for muscle strength and muscle endurance.  Knowing the difference between these two is important as doing the wrong one will essentially mean you are wasting your time if your goal is to increase your vertical jump. The uniqueness in this program is that it uses what’s called a ‘multi facet approach‘. Basically, this means assaulting the problem from all angles possible to create the maximum effect. This program uses scientific techniques to improve your vertical jump and is supported by clinical studies which prove these methods are the most safe and effective in exercising your vertical jump. If you have never performed deadlifts or heavy squats, Jacob Hiller recommends finding a trainer to show you the correct techniques. Without a trainer, you are risking hurting your back, your knees or both. The Jump Manual is more effective for experienced weightlifters as opposed to beginners. Experienced weightlifters can use the exercises and techniques in this book to improve their skills and see a significant strength increase within a fairly short period of time.

Following the program, you will see a marked difference in performance of all necessary components that make up an excellent baller. Plus the confidence boost it gives is worth the signup fee alone! The level of athleticism achieved by each individual is down to how intensely they follow the program and the level of commitment demonstrated. With a focused approach and unwavering dedication, you really can increase your jump. Whether you’re a dedicated basketball player aspiring to dominate the court, a volleyball enthusiast reaching for those sky-high spikes, or simply a fitness enthusiast eager to test your jumping prowess, “The Jump Manual” promises to take your athletic abilities to new heights. As a result, if you’re able to follow through with the directions, you’re just about assured to have an eruptive upright when you’re done. I bought the program myself back when I was just getting into learning how to dunk, and after completing it, I saw some pretty nice results. And in that 10 weeks, I saw an improvement of slightly over 9.6” in my vertical. 

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