#DEM Corps

[iminaworldofpureimagination]

screw the republican party lets just have corporate dems vs progressives/ whatever other partys exist..

[venny-the-chubbyblack-writer]

May you do yandere giyu with fiancee turning demon and yandere platonic Gyomei with child reader who is a dem?

Here you go🤗

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Sure! Here are the two fanfics, written separately for **Yandere Giyuu x Fiancée (Demon) Reader** and **Yandere Platonic Gyomei x Child (Demon) Reader**:

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Yandere Giyuu x Fiancée (Demon) Reader

Title: A Love Unbroken

Summary:

After a tragic battle with a demon, Giyuu’s beloved fiancée (the reader) is turned into a demon. Consumed by his love and unwilling to let go, Giyuu descends into a dark obsession, determined to keep her safe no matter the cost—even if it means going against his duties as a Hashira.

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The night you turned was the night Giyuu’s world shattered.

He had always been calm, composed—his emotions carefully guarded behind a stoic exterior. But the moment he saw you transform, your once gentle eyes turning red with hunger, something inside him broke.

Giyuu knew what he had to do. He was a Hashira, a Demon Slayer, and his duty was clear. But when he raised his sword to strike, you looked at him with such a familiar gaze—a gaze that pleaded for mercy, that held a glimmer of the love you once shared. His resolve crumbled.

Instead of killing you, he took you far away, deep into the mountains where no one could find you. There, in a small cabin hidden in the dense forest, Giyuu became your jailer—and your protector. He locked you away from the world, refusing to let anyone know what had happened. The world could not take you from him. Not now. Not ever.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he whispered as he watched you sleep, chained to the bed to prevent you from escaping and hurting anyone. “I’ll find a way to cure you. I promise.”

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Giyuu rarely left your side, his obsession growing with each passing day. He fed you himself, carefully bringing you small animals, their blood barely enough to sustain your demonic hunger. He spoke to you as if nothing had changed, as if you were still the woman he had planned to marry, as if you weren’t craving the very thing he was sworn to destroy.

But you weren’t the same. The demon inside you grew stronger, more desperate, each time you saw him. You wanted to resist, to fight the urge to devour him, but it was becoming harder with each passing day. The chains that bound you were the only thing keeping you from attacking him in your moments of weakness.

“Giyuu… please…” you whispered one night, your voice trembling as you struggled against your restraints. “Let me go… I don’t want to hurt you.”

But Giyuu only smiled, his hand gently stroking your hair. “You could never hurt me. I won’t let you. We’ll find a way, together.”

His words were both a comfort and a curse. You knew there was no going back, that the man you loved was now a shadow of himself, consumed by the need to protect you at any cost. And as his obsession deepened, so did the darkness in his heart.

The final breaking point came when the Demon Slayer Corps discovered your whereabouts.

A team was sent to investigate, and Giyuu knew they were coming. He had no choice but to act swiftly, eliminating the threat before they could report back. The blood of his comrades stained his hands, and for the first time, he felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. He had done it for you. All of it—for you.

When he returned to the cabin, he was drenched in blood, his eyes wild with a mix of guilt and determination. He looked at you, bound and helpless, and in that moment, he knew he would do anything to keep you by his side.

“No one will take you from me,” he vowed, his voice trembling with emotion. “No one.”

And so, the two of you remained, locked in a twisted dance of love and madness. Giyuu’s obsession grew, and with it, his willingness to destroy anything and anyone that threatened your existence. His love, once pure and gentle, had become a consuming fire—one that would burn the world down if it meant keeping you safe.

And you, trapped by your own nature and the chains that bound you, could do nothing but watch as the man you loved spiraled deeper into darkness, all for the sake of a love that had long since been lost.

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Yandere Platonic Gyomei x Child (Demon) Reader

Title: The Guardian’s Embrace

Summary:

Gyomei, known for his gentle nature and unwavering sense of justice, finds himself in a moral dilemma when he discovers a young child (the reader) who has turned into a demon. Driven by a deep sense of protectiveness, Gyomei takes the child under his wing, determined to shield them from the dangers of the world—even if it means becoming a danger himself.

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Gyomei was a man of peace, of strength, and of compassion. His towering figure and immense power struck fear into the hearts of demons, but within him was a heart that beat with kindness and love for all living things.

So, when he found you—a small, fragile child, trembling in the darkness with red eyes filled with fear—his heart broke. You were no older than five, perhaps six, with dirt-streaked cheeks and tear-filled eyes that told a story of pain and confusion. But those eyes also held something else: the unmistakable mark of a demon.

Gyomei knew what he should do. He should end your suffering before you could hurt anyone. But as you reached out to him, your tiny hand trembling, his resolve wavered.

“Please… don’t hurt me…” your voice was small, barely a whisper.

He knelt before you, tears welling in his own eyes as he gently took your hand. “I won’t hurt you, little one. I will protect you.”

From that day on, Gyomei became your guardian. He took you to a secluded temple, hidden away from the prying eyes of the Demon Slayer Corps. The temple was his sanctuary, a place of peace and prayer, where the world’s cruelty could not reach you.

He told no one of your existence, not even the other Hashira. He feared what they might do, feared they would see you as nothing more than a threat. But to Gyomei, you were a child—a lost, innocent soul in need of love and protection.

“You are safe here,” he would say as he held you close, his large hands dwarfing your small frame. “I will not let anyone harm you.”

Gyomei’s love for you was pure, but as time passed, it began to change. The more he cared for you, the more possessive he became. He refused to let you out of his sight, afraid that you might be discovered or that the demon within you might take over.

He kept you in the temple, hidden away from the world, your only company being the sound of his prayers and the gentle hum of the wind through the trees. You were lonely, but you didn’t mind—not when Gyomei was with you. He was kind, gentle, always there to comfort you when the hunger became too much or when nightmares plagued your sleep.

But there was a darkness growing within Gyomei, a darkness born from his fear of losing you. He became more controlling, more desperate to keep you safe. He began to restrict your movements, locking you in your room when he was away, making sure you couldn’t leave even if you wanted to.

“It’s for your own good,”he would say, his voice soft but firm. **“The world is too dangerous for you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”**

The isolation began to weigh on you, the walls of the temple feeling more like a prison with each passing day. You missed the outside world, the sunlight on your face, the feeling of grass beneath your feet. But Gyomei wouldn’t let you go, his love for you turning into an obsession.

One day, you asked him why you couldn’t leave, why you couldn’t see the world beyond the temple’s walls.

“Because I love you,” he replied, tears in his eyes as he knelt before you, his massive hands cupping your face. “I can’t lose you. You are my child, my precious little one. I will do anything to keep you safe, even if it means keeping you here with me forever.”

His words, meant to comfort, only filled you with a growing sense of dread. You realized that Gyomei’s love, as kind and gentle as it was, had become something darker. He wasn’t just protecting you—he was keeping you for himself, his fear of losing you turning into a suffocating possessiveness.

And so, you remained in the temple, your days filled with prayer and the quiet company of the man who had become both your savior and your captor. Gyomei’s love for you was unwavering, but it was a love that had twisted into something far more dangerous—a love that would not let you go, no matter how much you longed to be free.

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Hope u like it🤗😌

[thebottomfromhell]

In a scenario where the reader is a hashira, what do you think would happen to him if his relationship with a demon was discovered. I know you wrote something along those lines where the reader was someone ordinary. The Hashiras, in the original work, are mostly nice, but they are very strict-minded about demons, so I wonder what their reaction would be if one of their own basically "betrayed" them. If you think it's going to be very similar, you can just ignore it or just say what you think would happen, without it necessarily being a story. I would appreciate it just the same

The Hashira request I like, the one where we treat them as the corporation of hunters they are instead of the avengers! I usually don't like making reader a Hashira, since I like to make it relatable to most, and let's be honest, the power fantasy is nice but most wouldn't live past Kanoe XD. Besides, it's funnier to make powerless MC's who need constant saving. But once or twice can't hurt.

The Hashira will refer to reader as L/N, as Last Name. Like last time it won't specify gender nor who's Uppermoon reader is with. One difference would be that as a civilian, last time reader only knew about the corps due being warned by their couple, hence only saw them as a bounch of psychos, here they will be more aware of certain things.

Hashira find out Hashira!GN Reader has a relationship with an Upper Moon

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Torture (Mostly non-physical, and the ones ññ, Excesive violence, Mutilation, Mentioned non-consented drug use, Mention of character's death, Implied sexual content, Suicidal character with survival guilt (Giyuu) and Open ending.

You became a Hashira to save others, you were told sometimes you were someone that loves too much, even for this line of work, specially for this line of work. In your ranking, most of everyone is civil to each other (depending on your definition of civil), but there is at least a level of trust. But not the tradiotional trust of sharing your burdens or being able to do things together, every Hashira prefers to work without the others, but trust that everyone else will do their job and kill every demon they meet or die trying.

That is exactly the trust you broke, so everyone is angry, upset and thirsty for blood. Most Hashira think positive things about each other, you also had only good things to say when asked, but now? After all that conversations you had with your lover about the inferiority of humanity, that they are pests, barbaric, backstabbers, a necessary evil... you have to wonder. After they caged you without any warning or mercy, sending Kocho and Shinazugawa for you, ending up beated and drugged.... you wonder. You just wonder.

Is it actually right?

The fellow Hashira could have at least confronted you out of the sake of the this fellowship, you could recieve visits from someone that isn't Kocho, drugging you for the sake of being easier to handle for the kakushi. And not only she drugs you, she always makes sure to remind you of your situation. To shame you, to taunt you, to hurt you. "Ara ara, aren't you eager to move? This is the second time I have to drug you today. You should really give a slack to the kakushi, they are just trying to do their job. But again, considering what you did, I must really question if you care about the efforts of the people in the corps." She says smiling, even if your blurred vision doesn't let you see it clearly, you can tell by her tone. Shinobu spits poison so cafefully with every word. Because she hates you. "You know? A mere civilian or commoner would have a an excuse. The don't know the level of sacrifice we have made, the pain the demons have caused. You? You did. And you had one job, the same as us. To stop that pain or die trying, you should have done the later."

You know about Kanae. You were never told about the demon who killed her nor the details, but it's almost (Tokito...) impossible to be a Hashira and NOT know about her death on the hands of demons. You knew, know that most Hashira have lost something to demons, and yet you decided to get close to one. Close enough to become lovers. But... it was right, at the time. The gentle touches, the vulnerable moments, the softness. The beatings inside your chest, the warmness in your face, that lightness in that voice... you are in love. And that Uppermoon is too, or else you would be dead, like everyone seems to wish you were, already.

You have too much free time in your thoughts, since you are tied up in a way you can't move any of your limbs and struggling cut's your circulation, kept in a dark room, when light and noise only appear when the Kakushi are told to feed you, once a day at most. You have no idea if they were told to do it that way or they are only scared to face a "renegade Hashira" or whatever they call you when you can't hear them. Your body is sore, it has been for the longest time, and you feel constantly sick due Kocho's drugs. Dizzy, tired, too hot, wanting to throw out when anything touches your throat, and even after hours the needles stings remains in wherever she managed to shot you. You also never healed your leg when fighting Shinazugawa, at lealt not properly. You can still feel empty tissues and the bone in your thigh stabbing the flesh, with smaller piece stuck. Your nose is also broken, making you need to breath through the mouth. The only thing Kocho actually tended was a cut through your hand, so you don't die from the blood loss.

You still remember grabbing the tilt of your sword to protect yourself, only to have all of the digits cut out of the hand, keeping in each different fractions, but all of the without the tips. At first there was a fast and intense sting, similar to a burning senssation as your katana started to fall from your grip, then, for a second, a coldness that was at worst, annoying, some sort of emptyness. Finally, when the realization sink there was pain in your pulsating fingers, mixing a lasting feeling of both previous ones, fighting to be the dominant one. You still can feel, on a lesser extent, all the time, those sensations.

It takes a lot for you to not go mad with the lack of contact with everything, and that sensation of being ill. Part of you wonders if your beloved will save you, if any other Hashira will speak to at least let you defend yourself in vain. Every day it becomes less of a reality, which adds resentment. Part of you tells you that you were the one to betray them first, another that longs that sweet voice and touches angers, wanting nothing to get out, to go somewhere safe, with the demon you love. "My sister and my best friend were killed by demons..." One day you suddenly feel a voice besides you... Tomioka. He is giving you his back, speaking only high enough so you can make up what he is saying. "So I really hate them... how... how were you able to love such a monster, knowing well what others suffered because of them?"

You don't know the answer, you can't even speak coherently due the drugs on your system. That is a question you asked yourself so much, thinking that if you didn't fall like that, you wouldn't be in this situation... but... "Sp-cil.... hom.... looovd...." you wonder if the silence means resignation or understanding, but you are glad to have someone close. "You will not be forgiven... there is someone that might, but... he is not here right now, and seeing the situation is probably for the best. I'm sorry." You... honestly can't understand it. That is why you curse Tomioka after he leaves, even if he was the only one willing to listen to you. That feeling only gets worse when you realize he is not in your "trial", he didn't go. The others, as always were neither fast to condemn him or dismiss him because of it, but besides some of them changing the subject, nobody came to his defense. Like you have already realized nobody is comming for yours.

You don't listen when Oyakata-sama speaks, is your attention lacking or he is just talking too low due being sick? None the less you just watch the others. Tokito is there, you want to trash out, but are still drugged and tied up, at the fact the child is here. That is child is going to see you being excecuted... but does it make a difference, this child has killed even more powerful demons than you, and you has never seem to care. Is it really that different to see a human die than a demon? Because everyone else seems so eager to see you die as one. You wouldn't know, you never wished death upon any specific human nor killed any. Yes, sometimes you curse some more anstract subjects, like people who hurt others, some criminals, and so, but you have never talked to anyone and wished you could kill them.

Every Hashira seems obsessed with death in one way or another, even if it's only to avoid it like Mitsuri, who is crearly sobbing and trying to keep it down. "Where is Tomioka? We shouldn't start without him!" Asks Rengoku impossible to not hear him, even in your state, but you know that he isn't comming probably asked permission for it. Damn him, that coward. You can also basically hear the scoffs from Shinazugawa and Obanai. After some seconds you feel the Serpent Hashira stab your shoulder with that irregula blade, making the cut difficult ans uneven, not covering the bleeding at all. "Obanai! Stop! Do not let your anger cloud your judgement!" Himejima acrually screams, and Obanai is close enough for you to hear and see him decently.

There is also a significant, loud, growing hatred in his eyes. Being any other situation you would tease that it's because you made Kanroji cry, but you know better. It's because he trusted you to kill demons and die trying, and you didn't. Come to think about it, it's an unfair standard to hold against anyone. What about those who had someone to go hone to? What about those too young to die? What about those who have a bright future ahead? Is everyone expected to? "My judgement?! What about L/N's judgement! This level of treason is unforgivable! It deserves more than a quick death! I apologize, Oyakata-sama, but I can't accept your desition!" Kanroji only cries harder at the time she speaks. "NO! NO! Y/N-SAN IS STILL OUR FRIEND! WE SHOULD AT LEAST MAKE IT AS PAINLESS AS POSSIBLE!"

"OUR FRIEND? A FRIEND DOESN'T GO AND SLEEP WITH THE ENEMY! IF L/N SIDES WITH THE ENEMY THEN WE TREAT THEM AS SUCH!" Shinazugawa screams at her, moving her direction angrily, so both Kocho and Rengoku put themself in between. You can't hear what Kocho says, but you can definetely make up what Rengoku does. "Shinazugawa! I understand your anger! This betrayal woould never go unpunished! But if we torture and rip L/N as we pleasw we won't be better than demons! We must answer with humanity!"

There is arguing, a lot of noise, Himejima and Tokito-kun are the only ones that are not with to it, besides the big boss who will only let them cool down by themselves, but you don't know that because you can make any voice out of the sounds, but because you know them. You know them... You spoke with them, shared meals and stories with some, worked with them... you know them, and they know you. And still, they will be the ones to kill you as long as they sort their shit out before you bleed to death.

"SILENCE! THIS IS SO UNFLASHY, WE SHOULD NOT BE GOING AGAINST EACH OTHER AFTER SUCH AN EVENT. We are already too on edge for this treason, we we can handle it. We should not be losing trust on each other!" Suddenly screams Uzui as he takes out his weapons, unecesaryly moving them for show, having the blades surrounding his torso, arms and shoulders without a single scratch on him. "I should be the one who deals with this. I know how to make it fast." He gets close to you as your vision becomes even more blured, to the point everything is red. Not black yet, you can basically see your eyelids and your own blood on the ground. You feel cold, trembling violently, you are pain, wanting to throw up your empty, tight and twisted stomach, feeling as if your organs will leave your body through the mouth the second you give into that urge. You pant, having a hard time breathing, every muscles is sore and protests... You are scared.

You swore that was what forced you to stay awake, even after loosing so much blood, but then... "Well, isn't this sad?" You hear a voice loud and clear, masculine. One that you have never heard before but still edges you. Your heart beats faster and normally you would worry about what that would mean something for the bloodloss, but... you don't feel like you are loosing blood, on the contrary, you feel more. "To be honest, I didn't notice at first you had my blood in your system, but now that you are weak, loosing the liquids of your body, the few drops you had inside are taking over. I won't pretend I don't know about your... intimacy with one of my powerful demons, but let me tell you this. It can save you."

You.... can be saved? You want to be saved, you have no idea where Uzui is, if he is near and ready to make the last blow or the arguing is stopping him. "You see, right now I can speak with you, share myself, but I can't take any look in your mind. But if you were to say where you are, I will gladly save you. Just tell where where are the ones who hurt you, and I'll even reward you with more blood. Don't you think it's a winning deal for you?" You cal sell out everyone for your own survival. Do you actually want them to die? To be killed. You feel suddenly a bit better, as the demon cells fight off the drugs.

You take air into your lungs softly and-

Tomioka Giyuu is in his home. He didn't want to be part of this. For now he doesn't want to think about it, the fact that one day he might take your place for not killing that demon girl. Urokodaki sends him letters of Kamado Tanjiro's process, the boy sends him his own letters too. He reads them all. Right now he has a brush in his hands, wondering if he should answer. He is tempted to write back, congratulate him, tell him he is doing good, to take care of himself and his sister, or at least to warn him about some difficulties he might face.

He can't. He doesn't want to get attached, no matter how nice and lovely the boy is, of how much he reminds him of himself when younger, except Tanjiro has more talent and is more capable that he was at his age. He will make a great water Hashira, far better than him. But for that Tomioka can't risk the others undermining his judgement by defending you. He didn't know if he would or not, and he didn't want to find out. Right now, that important thing is to ensure that the boy will take his place, and that means taking his distance too. Because everyone that Giyuu has ever held so dear into his heart dies. His sister and Sabito.... and even if you too were not close, not really friend... but still.

"It shoukd have been me." Is the only thing he can think as he sets the brush aside, not having written anything, and saving the letters carefully in a box. Then, just silence.

It doesn't matter anymore.

[josefavomjaaga]

There's a great esprit de corps between libertines and rascals.

"C'est qu'il y a un grand esprit de corps entre les libertins et les coquins." - From an Austrian police report (5 February 1814) about the ostentatious close friendship between tsar Alexander I and Eugène de Beauharnais during the Vienna Congress. Or, as the report puts it, about Eugène being "the Russian emperor's most intimate company".

(Source: A. Fournier, "Die Geheimpolizei auf dem Wiener Kongress. Eine Auswahl aus ihren Papieren", Wien und Leipzig 1913)

[mahmoudabuhasan]

‏أم غزية تحتضن بحرقة جثمان طفلها الذي قتلته طائرات الاحتلال خلال قصفها المتواصل على غزة.

A Gazan mother embraces the lifeless body of her child, killed by Israeli airstrikes during the ongoing bombardment of Gaza.

Eine Mutter aus dem Gazastreifen hält liebevoll den leblosen Körper ihres Kindes, das durch israelische Luftangriffe während der anhaltenden Bombardierung von Gaza getötet wurde

Une mère de Gaza étreint avec émotion le corps sans vie de son bébé tué par les frappes aériennes israéliennes incessantes. Une tragédie résultant des attaques continues sur Gaza.

加沙的一位母亲紧紧拥抱着她的婴儿尸体，这名婴儿被无休止的以色列空袭所杀害。这是持续不断的袭击导致的悲剧。

‎#israel = ‎#Nazi

[melishade]

Okay here is one for your ask game,

Number 2 with Optimus

Hit me with dem feels

Dialogue Prompt (Which you are more than welcome to ask from)

Is this Sadness or Happiness...I'm gonna do happiness. I have an idea for Bumblebee in AOP

This was...not how anyone expected today to go. The day was normal. Everyone did their duties. Optimus was training Eren, and then...what Optimus identified as a "spacebridge" suddenly opened up and spit someone out. Everyone was on edge as they identified the person. A black and yellow titan...that Optimus seemed to recognize.

"Bumblebee?" Optimus spoke in shock.

When Bumblebee regained consciousness; however, seeing both Optimus and Eren in titan form, did not create the best reaction, since Bumblebee immediately pulled out his blasters and fired at both of them. Optimus immediately grabbed Eren and pulled him to the ground while the Survey Corps went on the offensive, swarming Bumblebee and trying to attack him. But Bumblebee was quite agile. However, he still didn't use his weapons to fire at the Survey Corps.

Bumblebee felt he had no choice and was ready to go on the offensive, but Optimus quickly got in between the Survey Corps and Bumblebee, not wanting anyone to get physically hurt.

"Stand down! All of you!" Optimus ordered.

Eren saw Bumblebee pull out his blasters and aim them at Optimus. Eren immediately approached, but Optimus quickly noticed.

"I said stand down!" Optimus ordered forcefully.

"Who are you?!" Bumblebee finally spoke, clearly addressing Optimus, "And where am I?!"

The Survey Corps were stunned when Bumblebee opened his mouth. He...he sounded so young. Why did he sound so young?

"Hanji, I thought these fuckers were old geezers? Why does this one sound like a kid?" Levi demanded.

"I'd give you an answer if I had it," Hanji snapped at him.

Optimus turned his attention to Bumblebee and raised his servos in surrender. "Bumblebee, it is me. I am Optimus Prime."

"Optimus Prime is dead," Bumblebee declared, his optics rotating a little, "So who are you?"

"Bumblebee, I am Optimus Prime," he repeated, "I have no intentions of harming you. I just want you to believe me."

Eren could see the hesitation in Bumblebee's optics, and so desperately wanted to move forward and protect his mentor.

"Prove it," Bumblebee demanded, "Where was the Allspark located before you retrieved it?"

"The Theta Scorpii asteroid belt," Optimus answered automatically, "I asked Wheeljack to accompany me and the two of us took Ultra Magnus' ship to retrieve it."

That was more than what Bumblebee had asked for, but it was enough to cause Bumblebee to visibly waiver. His arms slightly lowers and his optics whirred once again. But it still wasn't enough.

"What were your last words to us before you became one with the Allspark?" Bumblebee asked.

"'Keep fighting the noblest of fight'," Optimus recited to him, "That was after we had managed to seal away Unicron."

Bumblebee's arms lowered just a little bit more, and the Survey Corps could see that glimmer of hope in his optics, but he still didn't let his guard down completely.

"...Before...before you left for the Allspark," Bumblebee began, "And...before I became a Warrior...you told me something in private. What was it?"

Optimus lowered his arms and gave a small smile. The Survey Corps were confused when he spoke something in his own native tongue. But...it was enough. Bumblebee stared in shock, lowering his arms and putting away his blasters with ease.

"Optimus?" Bumblebee asked.

"Yes, it is me," Optimus answered, "I know you have questions that I may not be able to answer at this time, but-,"

Optimus didn't get to finish his sentence, as Bumblebee tackled him into a hug, knocking him off of his pedes.

"It's you," Bumblebee mumbled into his chassis, "I missed you so much."

Optimus placed his servo on Bumblebee's back, being mindful of his wings. "It is good to see you, Bumblebee. I am glad you are alright."

Bumblebee let out a small laugh, doing his best to hold back his tears. Both of them stopped; however, when they heard sniffling. They let each other go and turned to see half of the Survey Corps crying.

"I'm sorry!" Hanji wailed with tears in her eyes, "Don't mind us! Just give us a moment!"

"Are we done here?" Levi demanded bluntly.

Optimus nearly chuckled as he stood up fully. "Survey Corps, I would like to introduce you to Bumblebee."

"Sorry about earlier," Bumblebee apologized, "I just saw...well him?"

Bumblebee pointed at Eren, who grew a little stiff. "And I just went through the motions."

"That's totally fine." Hanji wept, "We just need a moment."

(Well that was fun.)

[darkmaga-returns]

Back during the 2008 presidential race, then-Sen. Barack Obama paid a heavy political price when he mocked Americans he claimed were clinging to “guns and religion.”

His opponent for the Democratic Party nomination, Hillary Clinton, immediately pounced and suggested he was an elitist out of touch with Americans who believed in God. Republicans called him intolerant and anti-religious. And the mainstream media declared Obama was “forced on the defensive” by his insensitive – if not elitist – remark.

Two decades later, the candidate for whom Obama is now stumping – Vice President Kamala Harris – just made a similar comment that could have similar repercussions even though the mainstream political reporting corps this time around have avoided giving it much attention.

"Wrong rally"

At a Harris campaign event in La Crosse, Wis., last Thursday, two pro-life students in the crowd shouted “Jesus is Lord” as she spoke about her support for abortion, and Harris immediately made clear the two were not welcome at her event.

“Oh, you guys are at the wrong rally,” she declared, exhorting cheers from the crowd. “No, I think you meant to go to the smaller one down the street.” 

That clip has now been played endlessly on social media, and some conservative media outlets like Real America’s Voice and Fox News have covered the comment and the alienation it has created in communities of faith. But traditional campaign reporters have given few words to the whole matter.

[gorbigorbi]

Megan Zimny Kaftira and Remi Wörtmeyer,  “Corps”, choreo by Hans van Manen, music by Alban Berg (Concert for violin Dem Andenken eines Engels), costume by Keso Dekker, Het Nationale Ballet / Dutch National Ballet, 2014 Dance Open Ballet Festival, Aleksandrinsky Theatre, Saint Petersburg, Russia (April 27, 2014)

Photographer Irina Tuminene

[miuarchiv]

2 versions of WS's handwritten CV

Am 16.1.1910 wurde ich als siebtes Kind des Klavierfabrikanten Guido Schellenberg und seiner Ehefrau Lydia geb. Riedel zu Saarbrücken geboren. Mit sechs Jahren begann meine Schulausbildung. Ich besuchte 4 Jahre die Volksschule u. 9 Jahre lang die Oberrealschule in Saarbrücken.

Im Jahre 1929 bestand ich das Abiturientenexamen. Anschliessend studierte ich 5 Semester Rechts- u. Staatswissenschaften in Marburg a./L. Zu Beginn des 1. Semesters trat ich in das Corps Guestphalia ein. Weitere 3 Semester studierte ich in Bonn.

Am 18.3.1933 bestand ich am Oberlandesgericht in Düsseldorf das Referendarexamen.

Im März 1933 trat ich in die SS u. im April in die Partei ein.

Meine Referendarausbildung erhielt ich am Amtsgericht in Sinzig a./Ahr, am Land. u. Amtsgericht sowie bei der Staatsanwaltschaft in Bonn, bei der Staatspolizeistelle Frankfurt a/M, dem Geheimen-Staatspolizeiamt u. beim Oberlandesgericht in Düsseldorf.

Am 8. XII. 1936 bestand ich die grosse juristische Staatsprüfung mit ‘befriedigend’.

Nach dem Examen wurde ich als Assessor vom Gestapa übernommen sind sehe z. zt. meine im Jahre 1935 beim SD begonnene - ???? hauptamtliche arbeit fort.

Am 16.1.1910 wurde ich als siebtes Kind des Eheleute Guido Schellenberg u. Lydia geb. Riedel zu Saarbrücken geboren.

Ich besuchte 4 Jahre die Volksschule u. 9 Jahre des Reformgymnasium bei Saarbrücken.

Nach Ablegung die Reifeprüfung studierte ich Rechts u. Staatswissenschaften an den Universitäten Marburg u. Bonn. Nach 8 Semesters bestand ich die Referendarprüfung, nach weiterer? 3 Jahrige ????? Zeit im Gerichts ???  am 18.12 1936 am Oberlandesgericht bei Düsseldorf die grosse juristische Staatsprüfung.

Seit September 1935 bin ich im Sicherheitsdienst ????.

[freyjuseggr]

in my personal (American) experience, any "small business" big enough to have employees but small enough to not have to listen to labor laws (under 50 employees) is run by fucking ghouls who are actively anti-employee rights and who vote that way. if it's like, one person on etsy or at the farmers market selling their goods that's one thing but anyone who makes themselves a boss can and should be stolen from. infinite growth is the ideology of a cancer cell etc etc, if they love their product so much and don't want it to get stolen they should sell online if i'm being honest!

okay so im a bit short on time so at risk of coming across as, somewhat defensive, im going to directly quote an example from my life rather than try to pretend im not doing that, this isnt defensiveness though, im simply trying to understand.

1 it has not been my experience that size of a company has any correlation with being able to ignore labor laws, and in fact the larger the company is, the more likely they would be to know exactly what laws they could break and bend to avoid getting in legal trouble because they can afford a legal team. and also the risk of bringing up any kind of issue is much higher for an employee of a large corp, but maybe thats just me living in right to work states

2 my friend owns a business. the business model is directly based on providing a space for community. he owns a game "store" that is like 90% space to come in and play games. the LLC has 3 employees, of which he technically is one. he gets a salary from the LLC and it is not a lot. he already has a profit plan in place wherein a percentage goes back into the business to make it better and more functional for its purpose, and is going to start in the next year or so (he only just started this, and wasnt expecting to have hired anyone else yet) to have an employee profit sharing program where the remainder of profits from the LLC get split equally between employees.

i think the "infinite growth" here is primarily geared toward providing a service within the community, a space to exist in. do you extend this same attitude toward a bar? or coffee shop?

i know that this is a specific example for a general question, so i will add some more general stuff, but just a bit bc i gotta get to work. where should one sell things online? you mentioned etsy, should etsy, ebay, or amazon be getting a share of profits from online sales, why? what about a website where you pay for your own domain name? why is the online model better than having a brick and mortar storefront? because people who dont care are able to steal from it? why are we encouraging punishing the people who are significantly more likely to be affected by theft than corporations actively making our lives hell?

and also, to add, i know of a small business owner in my hometown, hes an ass and everyone hates him, and he owns a restaurant that is very successful. you cant steal from it, and its working out well for him. and hes well known for voting dem and also being the biggest ass. so i know they exist, but i still dont see how even if you could that stealing from him would count as direct action. you arent helping anyone really

[myrammmortal]

Chapter 39.5, it was fun while it lasted

AN: stfu prepz git a lif!111111 U SUCK!11 oh and form now on il be in vocation in englind until lik august so I wont be able 2 update 4 a while, lolz. fangz 2 evry1 hu revoiwed expect da prepz hu flamed FOK U!1 MCR RULEZ 666!111

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I woke up in da Norse’s offace on a special gothik bed. Hairgrid wuz in da bed opposite me in a comma coz Vampir and Richard had bet him up. Mr. Noris was cleaning the room. Which was very impressive for a cat.

“Oh mi satan wut happened!” I screamed. Suddenly Volxemort came. He loked less mean then usual.

“Get the fuk out u fucking bastard!11” I yielded.

“Thou hath nut killd Vampire yet!11” he said arngrily. Sudenly he started 2 cry tearz of blood al selective.

“Volxemort? OMFG what’s wrong!111” I asked.

Sudenly………. Lucian, Profesor Sinister and Serious came! Frau Schneider and Vampire were wif dem. Every1 was holding blak boxez. VOLXEMORT DISAPAERD.

“OMFG Paul Darkness Shadow Raven Buttface McGee Landers ur alive!111” Scremed Vampire. I hugged him and Frau Schneider.

“What the fuk happened?” I asked dem. “Oh my satan!11 Am I lik dead now?” I gosped.

“Paul Darkness Omnipotentia Landers u were totally shot!11” said Serious. “But da ballet could not kill u since u were form anodder time. And vampires can only be killed by steaks and not bullets. Bet you forgot about that one huh?”

“But fangz anyway!1” said Lucian holding oot his arm. I gasped. He had two arms!

“OMG I cant beleve Vampirz’ dad shot u!1” I gasped.

“Well 2 be honest Snap wuz pozzesd by Snap bak den.” said James.

“Yah he wuz a spy and posessed by himself somehow. That probably explains why there are sometimes two of him.” Serious said sadly. “He wuz really a Death Dealer.”

“And he wuz such a fuking poser 2!11” said Lucian. “He didn’t even realy no hu GC were until I told him.” Well anyway everyone tarted 2 give me presents. I was opening a blak box wif red 666s (there wuz a dvd of corps bride in it) on it when I gasped. Mr. Noris looked up angrily coz he h8ed gothz.

“You didn't give me a chance to explain yet but there aren't two Snapes. One of them is the good one called Flake and the evil one is his evil twin! But anyway... Hey haz aneone fuking seen Richard?” I asked gothikally.

“No Richard told me he wood be watching Hoes of Wax.” said Profesor Trevolry. “He duzzn’t know dat ur better. Anyway da norse said u could get up. Cum on!1”

I got up suicidally. Lucian, Serious and Profesor Sinister left. I wuz wearing a blak leather nightgun. Under that I had on a sexxy blak leather bra trimed wif blak lace, with a matching thong that said goffik dumbass on the butt and sexy fishnetz that kind hooked on 2 my thong (if u don’t get da idea massage me ill tell u). I put on a blak fishnet top under a blak MCR t-shirt, a blak leather mini with blak lace and congress shoes. I left the hospital’s wings wif Frau Schneider, Willow and Vampire.

“OMFG letz celebrate!11” gasped Willow.

“We can go c Hose of Wax wif Richard!1” giggled Vampire.

“Letz go lizzen 2 GC and kut ourselvz 666!11” said Frau Schneider. We opened da conmen room door sexily. And den………..I gasped……………………………………… Richard wuz there doing it wif Flake!1111111111111111111111111 He wuz wearing a blak tshirt wif 666 on da front and baggy jeanz.

“U fucking prep!11” we all yielded angrily.

“Yah u betrayed us!111” shooted Vampire angrily as he took out his blak gun.

“No u don’t understand!1” screamed Richard sadly as he took his thingie out of Flake. "He's the nice one and I was bored!"

“No shit u fuking suk u preppy bastard!111” said Willow trying 2 attak him (u rok girl!1). I ran suicidally to my room I sexily took a steak out.

“Paul Darkness Alzheimer Birdflu Landers no!11111” screamed Draco but it wuz 2 l8 I had slit muh ritsts wif it suddenly everyfing went blak again.

I guess steaks are very sharp and dangerous. So be very careful if you're preparing dinner. Just remember: Steak with the S for sharp. Knife with the K for K to handle in unsafe ways.

[jenuinelycurious]

My brain is beginning to turn into turtle soup 🐢

Here's how it went down:

So, this year I've decided to focus on completing my outline WIPs for NaNo this year (failed miserably btw, work ended up souping my brain by week 2 🫠).

Anywho--In my hunt to make sure I've gathered all my outline WIPs, I rediscovered my long list (count it, 13) of TMNT stories I sat down and thought up from almost ten years ago. Some are rather decent and some are....uh... Let's just say they're marked red for "DNC" for a reason haha

But there were a handful that I've found myself thinking "gawd damn, what happens next??" And y'all. I usually pick the story back up to continue writing if that happens, especially if the stories were from years ago prior to focusing on writing.

I wasn't sure if I should continue these stories, cause I've been out of the TMNT loop since 2018. So, I decided to reiterate the basis of one story (a series of 4 novelette formats that blend together) to my friends the other night, just to see what they'd say in terms of engaging story. I recieved full marks of approval to write and share it. Even had one friend actually describe the story in one sentence with her vote:

"It's like Mystery Corp. meets TMNT. I like it."

The reason I decided to reiterate that story and not the other few to them was because, out of the handful, this one (to me) was the most random I had thought up for the Hamato clan. With full marks spreading from my friends on that random story, I'm going to see about writing and finishing all of my selected TMNT fics.

Y'all, I'm fucking nervous as hell about this. Not only have I've been out of the TMNT line for going over 5 years, but I've been out of the fanfic writing world for much, much longer. My last username was on fanfic.Net of Mytho_G--I think my last update there was like...2010? Maybe? I dunno, I lost the email for the account info and tried to make a new one but yeah. Just didn't pan out.

So! Got dem turtle bois on the brain and decided I'm going to start over on AO3 (with current blog username) with my collection of TMNT stories to share. They were made just for fun, something that I wanted to write and read but never got the chance to finish. Let's see how it goes, yeah?

[ncisfranchise-source]

David McCallum, best known for his roles on NCIS and The Man From U.N.C.L.E., passed away on Monday, September 25 at the age of 90.

“For over 20 years, David McCallum endeared himself to audiences around the world playing the wise, quirky, and sometimes enigmatic, Dr. Donald ‘Ducky’ Mallard. But as much as his fans may have loved him, those who worked side by side with David loved him that much more,” NCIS executive producers Steven D. Binder and David North said in a statement.

“He was a scholar and a gentleman, always gracious, a consummate professional, and never one to pass up a joke,” they continued. “From day one, it was an honor to work with him and he never let us down. He was, quite simply, a legend. He was also family and will be deeply missed.”

In honor of McCallum, below, we’ve compiled the best Ducky episodes of NCIS.

"Bête Noire" (Season 1 Episode 16)

It’s the episode that introduced rogue Mossad officer and terrorist Ari Haswari (Rudolf Martin), who would go on to deliver a devastating blow to the team by murdering Kate (Sasha Alexander). Here, he sneaks into autopsy in a body bag and takes Ducky and his assistant at the time, Gerald (Pancho Demmings), hostage, and yet, Ducky adapts to the situation and manages to maintain a semblance of control the best he can.

"Meat Puzzle" (Season 2 Episode 13)

Sure, the first thing that jumps out when we think about this episode are the body parts in barrels and Ducky and Palmer (Brian Dietzen) piecing them together, but we absolutely love going home with Ducky, especially because it means seeing his mother (Nina Foch) and her corgis.

"Broken Bird" (Season 6 Episode 13)

For all the stories that Ducky tells, it’s not too often that we hear about the more emotional moments from his past, but when a woman attacks him at a crime scene, claiming he killed his brother, he has no choice but to revisit that time. When he was with the Royal Army Medical Corps, he’d volunteered to work in a refugee camp. There was a man known as Mr. Pain, and Ducky tended to his torture victims. Once the team identify Mr. Pain, he and Ducky come face-to-face after years and the truth comes out: Mr. Pain had been torturing Ducky, using the woman’s brother as a weapon to break him, and Ducky had ended his pain to keep him from suffering a slow, agonizing death at the other man’s hands.

"Phoenix" (Season 10 Episode 3)

There’s no way that Ducky’s just going to sit back and relax while recovering from a heart attack, and instead, he manages to find a case — he realizes that what didn’t sit right about an autopsy he performed from years ago is he didn’t have all the facts to determine the man was murdered — that, thanks to one of Gibbs’ (Mark Harmon) rules, puts him in charge. (Rule 38: Your case, you’re lead.) The best parts: Gibbs and Ducky’s conversation in the former’s basement and Ducky interrogating — using the suspect’s vital signs and with a bit of singing!

"Detour" (Season 10 Episode 16)

A trip back to NCIS with a body is anything but normal for Ducky and Palmer, who are kidnapped and forced to perform an autopsy in a cabin in the woods. But while the team is looking for them, they manage to MacGyver their way free… though they are being hunted through the woods when the others show up.

"So It Goes" (Season 12 Episode 3)

It’s the first episode in which we see Adam Campbell as a young Ducky (great casting!), with a case that initially has the doctor thinking an old friend of his is dead. (Sadly, Angus is found dead during the investigation.) Not only does the episode explore that personal part of Ducky’s past, it also reunites him with a lost love (and the reason for a falling out he had with Angus)

"Spinning Wheel" (Season 13 Episode 11)

Surprise: Ducky had a younger brother! (Even Gibbs didn’t know about Nicholas.) But it’s a heartbreaking tale, with the brothers being separated when they were younger (Nicholas was just a boy) and Ducky thinking the other was dead (then alive, then dead again). But there’s somewhat of a happy ending, with the two eventually reuniting (and Nicholas living in a nursing home with early on-set Alzheimer’s). It’s an episode that allows McCallum to shine.

"The Tie That Binds" (Season 14 Episode 10)

When Ducky’s old address is found on a victim, it leads to flashbacks of his younger self stumbling upon his mother hiding a man in a closet and then sending that man, who ran cons, away. The most notable scene has to be Ducky talking with his younger self in autopsy as he questioned that decision to send the man away and taking away his mom’s chance of love. (Later, he finds out that she did have a romance in her last years.)

"Everything Starts Somewhere" (Season 18 Episode 2)

For Episode 400, the CBS procedural delves deep into one of its core relationships and reveals how Gibbs and Ducky met. The case that brought them together links to the one in the (more) present-day storyline. It’s the perfect showcase of the characters’ bond, from its early days to what it’s become.

"Kompromat" & "Black Sky" (Season 20 Episodes 21 & 22)

Ducky might not be in these two episodes much (and it’s all over video, providing key intel for the case), but they’re worth watching for McCallum’s last onscreen appearances on NCIS. He’s in the middle of a 35-city lecture tour in Scotland, and he tells them of a scientist who changed his name to “something from an old television show,” Ivan Kuryakin (The Man From U.N.C.L.E. reference!) As McGee (Sean Murray) puts it, Ducky is “still the best.” Ducky’s response: “I do what I can.” And what that is is something no one else can do.

[sintiva]

not me having a great day of studying and now i’m seeing my husband’s channels gone. they want me to call yt corp and cuss dem

[endquire]

How Dems SCREWING Bernie Re-Elected Trump, Corp Media LIES About Electio...

[nsomniacsdream]

Dear Dems,

That hurt, huh? Well brush off your cheeks and get the fuck back up. Here's a little bit of help on getting started for next time.

Fire every goddamn person who worked on Kamala's campaign. Yes, even brad, who first showed you that 'hows it going fellow teens' meme. Even Carrie, who's dad is a big donor. You're gonna need to actually BE different, not just say different stuff.

you're gonna get down in the dirt. Go to your local orgs, Dem and Socialist, and ask them who you should be talking to. You're gonna end up in what looks like war torn europe. Yes, this is still America, I promise. You're gonna meet a sweet woman, or possibly a young man who seems way too old for this shit, and you're gonna sit your ass down and listen. At this point, maybe just start working in the attached soup kitchen, work the phones for awhile. THIS IS THE RESULTS OF WHAT YOUVE BEEN DOING, LEARN ABOUT IT. Offer that young person way more money than you think is reasonable (it's all gonna end up in this homeless shelter, trust me) and get them set up for Skype. Do this in every state. This is your new campaign staff.

Now that you've got the Kitchen Table Corps, redo your entire platform. Yeah, I know you have to put some shit in there that big papa moneybags told you to, but for everything they want, put in two things people on the street want. At no point in this process do I want to hear "lesser of two evils", "dirty leftists" or "this is how politics works!"

We need a new candidate don't we? Make sure you don't just pick your own candidate. Make sure the primary is real, and don't hijack it like the last couple of times, ok? This is called 'slapping the voters in the face and telling them to shut the fuck up'. People don't like that. They don't vote for that. You're probably gonna end up with a candidate that doesn't say all the stuff you want them to, and you're gonna want to groom them. Don't do that. No one wants to hear the shit you think they do, isn't that obvious by now? You went way too far right, and no one is going to vote for 'fascist with nothing against gays, but still gonna kill them".

5. Maybe just hand the party apparatus off to those socialists you met back in step 2? stop hurting the country by offering false hope? Take your last bribe, and fade into history? Eventually, you have to let go and let the country move on.