#BOOM!! SUFFER!!'

[epickiya722]

BONES really went "suffer, cry, grieve" for this episode.

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[paintedcrows]

Say hello to my horrible little triangle! He is the reason I haven't had time to draw for like a week 💙

...He watches me while I sleep now! :)

[onlytibki]

thinking about Danny and Jazz as picking up separate aspects of their parents

Jazz - the sheer intelligence, the charm. She's not as inclined to violence, more towards the science, and her skills follow that tendency... not to say she can't kick ass, she does, but she'd much rather sit with a notebook and a pencil to understand rather than fight. She has Maddie's wit and Jack's enthusiasm, the human-palatable parts of both of them combined into one Engaging Scientist.

Danny - the feral scrappiness, the one that weird shit keeps happening to. He reaches for the science... but... it's not that he's inclined to violence, but he finds himself reacting with force when necessary. and it becomes necessary a lot, so he becomes skilled at it. He suffers from the Fenton Curse more than Jazz does, for sure, and probably more than anyone else in his family. He's got Maddie's strategy and ability to cultivate physical skill combined with Jack's brute fucking force, resulting in one Devastating (ironic ->) Hunter.

which isn't to say this is all they are. they're fairly well-rounded characters. I know its been 20 years but kudos to the writers for constructing a family that really feels like a descendancy of certain things while also making each of them individuals.

[mene-loves-naruto]

[hugsandchaos]

You know what I’m thinking?

Let Shadow relax. Let Shadow befriend and become a member of Team Sonic. Let him successfully hide anything linked to his past from everyone, let him avoid being caught having a panic attack, and give him the chance to decide whether or not to tell anyone, and decide no.

Let him lower his guard. Let him think that he’s safe from everything plaguing his mind, give him the relief of finally being safe and choosing to leave everything behind him. Let Shadow see moments where group members are vulnerable and being genuine and real with each other, but still choose not to say anything about himself because he has a nagging doubt they’d believe him.

Let him be happy with them. Let him enjoy this new, calmer life for a year or two, maybe even three, and maybe throw in some Sonadow.

And then throw an old enemy right in his fucking face and watch as he struggles to keep everything under lock and key. Watch the chains keeping his past away from seeing eyes and hearing ears slowly crack and break under the weight of Team Sonic at first wanting to know what he apparently knows about this enemy, then needing to know because they’re very worried and at this point need to know the motive of this old enemy.

Watch as horror and disbelief takes over Team Sonic when they hear about Shadow’s experience with the old enemy as Shadow tells them what he went through.

[omppupiiras]

saw my queen yesterday ❤️ lady in red <3

[saetoru]

how do i actually tell my parents i need to skip classes tomorrow to take a mental health day from a manga leak

[solisstars]

ian doyle better than me because if emily prentiss spoke to ME in french with that tone

[rosedosed]

Hard thing to come to terms with is that most of the irreparable damage dealt to you isn’t gonna be done by evil people hellbent on torturing you. It’s gonna be done thoughtlessly by people who don’t know better, or weren’t thinking much of you at all, or just briefly forgot that you are a human being.

[frenchieee]

dance with the swan or as i like to call it wanderlust’s trauma power hour

[epickiya722]

Nah, I'm not over Wasuke's death and I'm not going to be over Wasuke ever because just thinking about that scene and really taking it in just had me sitting up and holding back tears.

This man was having a conversation with his grandson, rolls over and talks for a little more and then is quiet. Yuji calls for him, doesn't get a response and the next scene cuts to the nurse being called and Yuji trying to hold back tears.

It's already heartbreaking, but you know what really had my eyes watering?

Thinking about how used to Yuji was to having conversations with Wasuke and time passing by that of course when he died, it shocked him.

Wasuke probably turned over like that plenty of times before to go to sleep, since Yuji getting to the hospital is already late in the day. Wasuke may have went quiet like that before and turns out the man was sleeping. Given his age and condition, every time Yuji probably had been scared and would be relieved to see he was just going to sleep.

This time had been different. Yuji goes to check on Wasuke, the only family he knew at that time, and sees he died?

Then that was the last conversation they had? So many things were left unsaid between them!

It also, as I'm writing this, is just hitting me how opposite Wasuke's death goes than Sukuna's death while also taking in the fact Wasuke shared a Sukuna's soul.

Wasuke, at least, went out peacefully and accepted death, despite again those unsaid things between him and Yuji.

Sukuna goes out fighting, enraged and refusing to accept his defeat (until after in the afterlife). However, unlike with Wasuke, Yuji does get to say his piece to Sukuna.

While similarly, Yuji is present for both times to watch both die, Wasuke remarks how he died alone (when you exclude Yuji). Sukuna doesn't. Uraume may have been somewhere else nearby, but they died at the same time Sukuna did. They were the companion that Sukuna surrounded himself with.

[astro-b-o-y-d]

If I say Ford should be allowed to exist as an imperfect victim of abuse without being shamed for falling for that abuse while also being allowed to be viewed as an ass at points, will the fandom flay me alive on both sides?

[apenitentialprayer]

In Christ, YHWH Himself Becomes the Accursed One, by Christopher Powers.

According to the Gospels of Matthew and Mark, nothing good happens to Jesus once he is put on the cross. All the signs are against him. He has been mocked, and the mockers have asked for a sign that he is the Son of God. Well, the sign has been given. Here is the sign that Jesus is the Son of God: darkness. God has pulled back.

Reader, do not miss the point. Everything turns against Jesus: the cosmos, the political world, his compatriots, his fellow religionists, his chosen companions, nature itself. There is no mercy. There is no grace. There is not even a fragrant breeze.

And have you ever thought about this? There is no silence.

One might hope to come to one's death in peace, to have a calmness and quiet about you within which you could compose yourself to face your end. Jesus had no peace. Not only did he have the pain from the nails and the agony of suffocation; he had the horror of screams. A crucifixion scene is a scene of screaming. Raymond Brown says that crucifixions were "particularly gruesome" because of "the screams of rage and pain, the wild curses and the outbreaks of nameless despair of the unhappy victims." There was screaming around Jesus for hours from the others, only a fragment of which is recorded in the Gospels (their taunting of Jesus). And finally, in the end, Jesus himself screamed.

Yes, Jesus screamed out in the midst of his pain, not in rage, not in a curse, but in a loud cry. The Word of God incarnate does not merely speak; it is a screamed-out question, and it is his death cry. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? What does it mean?

It means, I think, the obvious thing: that Jesus died in the worst way possible, that he died in unimaginable pain, and that his physical pain was accompanied by the mental and emotional pain of being abandoned by God. He entered into our human condition; he came down from heaven and was begotten by the Holy Ghost of the Virgin Mary and was made man. And then he went down further. He entered into the saddest and lowest human conditions; he entered into griefs and degradations and betrayals and tortures. He entered into them, he went down, and then he went down further. Jesus plumbed the absolute and literal depths of what it is to be human. He wept, sometimes with us and sometimes over us. He visited our tombs. And —it sounds trite but it's literally true— he shared our pain.

This, to be honest, is good news for us. There are no depths to which we may have to descend that Jesus has not already descended. However bad your life gets, Jesus will be with you. He can be with you, because he has gone down even further.

[... A]ll of us know that we have untested limits. For Jesus there were no untested limits. And with trembling in our bones we can voice the sacred truth, that it is . . . good . . . that Jesus was so completely tested. For when Jesus screamed, it was, as I said, not in anger, not in rage, but in: a prayer. Although screamed out, the words My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? are a prayer.

Jesus feels nothing but abandonment from God, and yet nonetheless he prays to God. He no longer feels any intimacy with God — less than twenty-four hours earlier he was praying to his "Father" that he be spared of all this; now he cannot pray to his Father, but he can still pray like any human being can pray, to "God," to indeed "my God." He screams, yes, he cries out, yes, but it is a question that he cries, and a question rests upon a relationship, on the reality of one to whom a question is addressed. Jesus goes all the way down to the very bottom of human existence, and even at the bottom, even in the midst of all the pain in the universe, even in the absence of any sign at all that he has a divine Father, even there at the bottom a human being can still pray to God, can still ask, if nothing else, why this God, to whom he is speaking, why this God has forsaken him.

We find God by going down this road, down the road that goes down. Leonard Cohen, in his song "Suzanne" (which Susan used to sing to me), saw deeply, if not perfectly, when he said Jesus realized "only drowning men could see him." Jesus saw this from the cross (I think this is what Cohen means by "his lonely wooden tower"), where, Cohen says, he was "forsaken, almost human."

No, that last modifier is wrong: forsaken, fully human is the point. Yet it may be true that only drowning people can see Jesus. We who have suffered the depths can catch sight of him, I think, because Jesus was fully human all the way down: in the darkness, beyond the darkness, forsaken, fully human, he sank (as Cohen almost says) beneath God's wisdom like a stone.

Rev. Canon Victor Austin (Losing Susan: Brain Disease, The Priest's Wife, and the God Who Gives and Takes Away, pages 135-136, 137-138). Italics original.

There is no pit so deep that He is not deeper still.

Betsie ten Boom, as recorded by her sister.

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

Sometimes it just hits me like a ping-pong ball to the face that afaik, Aymeric is the first person to bother asking WoL what they want for themselves, the first person to even consider that WoL's wishes and dreams might not actually be the same as their duties as a Scion, and

brother I am on the floor crying abt it

"Now that the dust has settled, what will you do? Not as a Scion, I mean, but...what do you want for yourself?"

[mothmanavenue]

you were the one that i loved you were the one that i loved! don’t need another metaphor it’s simple enough!