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[lawofficeofryansshipp]

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[shadowfoxsilver]

There's this really cool thing that a handful of diaspora Palestinians have committed a lot of time and effort to called vetting (maybe you've heard of it?) in which they speak directly with a fundraiser holder face-to-face or over phone/video call to verify all portions of a fundraiser. There are so many posts [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] that talk about the details of this process to verify that a fundraiser organizer, recipient, and the details are correct by verifying legal documents like proof of residence, photo ID, fluency in Palestinian-Dialect Arabic, family tree constructions, etc.

These vetters have been posting about Palestinian/Gaza/Arab culture/Islam/etc. for a really long time, [1] [2] [3] (these are Wayback machine links to the tumblr accounts of 90-ghost, el-shab-hussein, & nabulsi before you start crying "but, you can post backdate on tumblr!") [4] (moayesh's Instagram because his tumblr is fairly new) meaning that they didn't just pop up after Oct 2023 to start posing as a qualified individual. They are real diaspora Palestinians with stories to tell and culture to share.

GFM also has strict requirements for withdrawing money, needing evidence of a bank account from a country they service and a solid way to transfer funds from that bank account to the recipient's bank account. If the funds are withheld from the intended recipient, that can be reported to and resolved by GFM.

If you're too overwhelmed by trying to distinguish between scams and real fundraisers, then whatever. That's your problem, not everyone else's. You don't need to publicly announce to everyone that you're too busy/tired/incompetent/ignorant to properly investigate fundraisers, so everyone else should stop supporting them as well. There are plenty of vetters and scam-busting blogs dedicated to helping people distinguish between real and fake.

Donating to established nonprofit aid organizations is absolutely a good deed and is much more straightforward, but it's not the only way to help. Especially with the repeated aid blockages, sometimes Ghazan families need a more direct flow of money to pay for the ridiculously inflated cost necessities (I recently received a video from Farah wherein she states that a bottle of dish soap cost $50. $50!!!!) as well as save up for evacuation costs once the Egyptian border crossing opens. (Thousands of dollars!)

With a few minor parts removed, here is a copy/pasted text that was originally in a reblog but now in its own post since the original account is gone. Links that didn’t work anymore have been left out. I figured it’d be useful for anyone who needs it.

[taxkavach]

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[so-i-did-this-thing]

Goals this weekend:

1) Passport packet completed

2) List more clothes on poshmark, books & nerd crap I haven't touched on various marketplaces

3) Hike a bit

4) Dinner & game night with queer friends

5) Pet a big boofer at the newfie training event at Mystic

6) Look hot AF with my partner

Next up:

1) Start legal processes for redundant shoring up of legal protections as a "same sex" married couple. Focus on power of attorney, transfer of house deed, healthcare visitation, first

2) Inventory house, make list of high-impact, sustainability-focused products to get before new tariffs hit (canning stuff & new sewing machine come to mind).

3) Bloodwork for Dec physical

4) List more stuff I don't need for sale (old video game collection, I'm looking at you)

5) Hike a bit

6) Visit queer friends

7) Look hot AF with my partner

[churino]

Design for sentinel maximus and primal prime

Venturing deeper into the citadel, the autobots encounter the next guardian created after dragonstorm. long ago maximus merged with the allspark's vessel to mask it's energies but now transfers that duty to Optimus prime, forging the matrix of leadership, freeing maximus to live the life she always wanted under a new name and body as primal prime, she and the matrix are one and the same even if not physically connected anymore, and she yearns to explore the world she spent so many years protecting

Sentinel maximus is the previous name of primal prime before she remade herself to experience the world (listen not everyone has good taste in names but be happy for her either way)

Having guarded the allspark alone for many years, she and dragonstorm were the only ones active when the six clan entombed them underground so many years ago, but the six clan didn't stop there, they continued to invade the citadel for years to get their hands on the allspark, until sentinel, in an attempt to ensure it's power couldn't fall into the wrong hands, transfered the allspark into a new vessel and merged with it, the allspark container entirely replacing her own spark, and blurring the allspark's wants and needs with her own to such an extent that there isn't any meaningful difference between them. The allspark, now contained within optimus prime's matrix is as much an expression of her as she's an expression of it

Before the guardians were entombed underground, the allspark was making progress on something it had started to make from the moment it struck our soil, but the magnitude of this creation was so vast it took years to become noticable, and when it did, the six clan struck, seemingly attempting to take the allspark for their evil schemes but in truth tarantulas knew what was being born underground and knew that it's awakening at that point would spell doom to everyone on earth, and when sentinel merged with the allspark and saw it's plans, she knew it too, but unable to stop what already started, she used her powers to slow it down. And entirely focused on doing that until the autobots found the citadel in the modern day

Moved not by the mistress of flame's claims of their godhood but rather claims of their good deeds, she reached out into the autobot's minds and sensed a reservoir of wisdom carried by optimus that marked him as fit to carry the allspark, but his vessel, neither like the emberstone ,nor his own body like maximus, would be the matrix given to him by the mysterious stranger that saved his life all those years ago. Embedding the allspark within his matrix it became the matrix of leadership, and sentinel maximus was relieved from duty, passing on her mission to optimus prime while she got to reinvent herself in a new feminine body, as primal prime (inspired by the name of her sucessor although she doesn't really get the significance of the word prime, not being from space and all that)

Primal prime yearns to explore the world in the time she has left to live, as after having become one with the allspark her life force is split between her body and what's housed inside the matrix so one day she knows she'll have to be absorbed into it completely to unlock it's full power and wants to live life to the fullest before that happens, although she's incredibly ancient she's really fond of young people and wants to be up to date on current trends, while the autobot leaders are off doing important world saving work, she's off enjoying the world they're saving one road at a time, in the process she's joined the trottlebots and struck a deep friendship with hot rod.

[paintingwhiteceilings]

❃Seventeen and buying concert tickets❃

a/n: Sooooo apparently, my first post has been doing really well. I came home from visiting my friends over the weekend, only to find out that it has over an 100 notes???? Thank you to everyone who has been liking and reblogging it. I genuinely didn't expect so many people to enjoy, or even see, it, and I feel so incredibly grateful :')

Anyway, I stumbled upon Scoups trying to buy their own concert tickets and thought it would make for a fun prompt. Enjoy!

Scoups/Seungcheol: 7/10

❀ What deity has he disrespected to be suffering this much? When he promised some of his friends to get them tickets as well, he did so out of the assumption that good karma would aid him in increasing his odds of getting good seats. Isn’t that how karma is supposed to work; you do a good deed and get rewarded?

❀ For some reason, the entire website seems to be working against him. He has an abysmal position in the queue, giving him a false sense of hope in obtaining tickets. After he finally is let in, the website seems to continuously glitch. The only reason that he ultimately gets to pick out decent seats is because he spends an absurd amount of money on them.

❀ No, it truly can’t be a higher power toying with him… Instead, he blames himself for picking the wrong location, date and zone. Somehow, he even manages to misplace his credit card, resulting in him having to turn his room upside down. He is about to completely lose it before discovering that he accidentally placed his keyboard on top of it.

❀ After struggling a ton, he finally manages to get decent tickets, ageing at least ten years in the process. Give him some time and space; he needs to properly process the entire experience. Maybe it is time to pay for an exorcist.

Jeonghan 1000000/10

❀ God has favourites, and it shows. Jeonghan decides to get concert tickets on a whim, pulling out his phone to check whether they are still available. Somehow, precisely at that moment, the tickets go on sale, making him first in the queue.

❀ He doesn’t really understand what Coups is complaining about. He has the seats he wants with a perfect view of the stage. The site runs smoothly, and he is able to buy the tickets without it buffering even once. He doesn’t even have to remind his friends to transfer him the money, either. They did it beforehand.

❀ Even worse, after he successfully purchased the tickets, he decides to never buy tickets for himself ever again. Why would he do it himself when he could ask his friends to do it for him instead? It gives him an additional ten minutes to nap. His ticket buying luck will become a memory, a legend that all those buying tickets tell each other.

❀ Is that Coups crying in the corner?

Joshua 8/10

❀ You have heard of chick-magnets, and now I present to you, Mr Hong, a ticket-magnet. Joshua has no interest in ticket buying. Rather than spending those hours sitting behind a computer, he could be enjoying one of his thousand hobbies instead. Joshua could’ve made at least four bracelets and watched a full season of anime in the same time span. Why worry over Maroon 5 tickets when he can sing Sunday Morning himself.

❀ Instead, his friends end up giving him their spare tickets whenever someone cancels. Over the years, he has gone to a wide arrange of concerts. It is kind of impressive. One time he went to both a classical and a heavy metal concert on the same day. It gave him whiplash; he almost started a mosh pit as the third movement played.

❀ Considering that Joshua never checks his phone, he wouldn’t even be aware of what concerts are happening. Not that it really matters. Somehow, he will end up going anyway. All concert tickets lead to Hong Jisoo.

Jun 2/10

❀ Have you ever tried buying tickets in a language that is not your native tongue? No? Well, let me tell you, it is hard. Jun has been staring at the screen for the past five minutes, trying to figure out the fine print. He is having a hard time deciphering the very legal and formal Korean.

❀ He is pretty sure that he is misinterpreting half of it; it seems rather odd for a concert ticket site to be talking about saving the cows when he is looking at insurance options. It truly is weird. Still, Jun cannot help but be a bit concerned about the cows.

❀ Before he is able to buy the tickets, he runs out of time. He had tried to call his members, but he should’ve figured that him reading the confusing Korean out loud would result in a weird narrative telephone game where the members have to guess the word from his shaky pronunciation. At least it made for a fun new game for GoSe.

❀ Fortunately, he is favourite child number 1, and the other members have zero faith in him being able to buy his own ticket. They made sure to get him one whilst he was calling with them. Of course, they gasslight him into thinking that, by some miracle, he had managed to buy the ticket himself. They don’t want to hurt his feelings.

Hoshi/Soonyoung: -100000000000/10

❀ I should probably add more zeros, but that would ruin the aesthetics. Hoshi's problems already start upon him trying to turn on the computer. No matter how often he smashes the power button, it does not respond. He thinks he broke it, but in reality, Hoshi doesn't understand the concept of a charger. Nobody told him that computers need energy to function.

❀ When Wonwoo told him that the computer needed to be fed, trying to explain the concept of charging and electricity, Hoshi tried giving it a piece of his fried chicken. He left it there for a full hour, but it didn’t eat it. Hoshi thinks the laptop might be mad at him for letting it starve for so long. Someone, please help this man; he is crying.

❀ Maybe instead of using his computer, he can use his phone to buy tickets. Oh, wait, no. He tried showering with his phone because he thought it was waterproof. Why did he think it was waterproof? Nobody knows. He has put it in rice to see whether it will turn on again. The others haven’t told him yet that it is hopelessly fried; they don’t want him to get another phone only to ruin it within seconds.

Wonwoo 100000000/10

❀ With his gaming set-up and ridiculously fast internet, Wonwoo makes ticket buying look like a sci-fi film. To the untrained eye, watching Wonwoo buying tickets might seem rather boring. To those more experienced, his skills at clicking on the right things at the exact right time are insane. Internally, he has an entire dramatic inner monologue when he does, recounting his months of research on how to optimize ticket buying.

❀ It has become a game for him; he has an insane track record for buying the best seats, and at this point, he does it more so for the thrill. He resells them to the members, increasing the price a bit as he does. He doesn’t tell them, of course; it makes them feel indebted to him, owing him a favour he can cash in during GoSe, whilst he, unbeknownst to them, is making a decent profit. Truly, he is hitting two birds with one stone.

❀ It is only after Wonwoo uses his hard-earned money to buy five extra computers to further optimize the buying of tickets that the other members begin getting concerned. They ultimately decide to hold an intervention for him, explaining that his obsession with ticket buying is borderline unhealthy. So far, he is doing well. He hasn't bought a single concert ticket since the intervention.

Woozi/Jihoon: 9/10

❀ Concert tickets seem to magically appear on his doorstep, paired with letters full of admiration. Woozi has no idea how they got there. Whenever an artist is going on tour, the tickets seem to materialize out of thin air without fail. He fails to realize that by being the legendary producer Woozi, THE Lee Jihoon, everyone wants him at their concert. He truly is a humble king.

❀ To be honest, he doesn’t really want to go. Unless it happens to be Bruno Mars, he would rather stay indoors, focusing on his own music. He decides to give all the free tickets to Joshua, figuring that it would be a waste to throw the tickets out. However, he stopped giving Joshua the free tickets after he discovered that Joshua was pretending to be him. Not that anyone believed him, but still, Woozi no longer wanted to be associated with the guy who was shamelessly dancing around, executing the cringiest of dance moves.

❀ On the one hand, it did somewhat work. The artists have stopped inviting Woozi to every single concert that they hold, afraid to get his insane friend instead. Joshua, to this day, claims that it was all part of his plan.

DK/Seokmin: 1/10 but 1000/10 for the vibes

❀ DK is truly trying his best to get tickets for the concert he wants to go to. He has invited all his friends over to buy the tickets together. Everyone brings their own laptop to increase their chances of getting good seats. However, by the end of the night, it has kind of turned into a bit of a party.

❀ Initially, DK put on a playlist to decrease the tension and stress that everyone was feeling. That being said, as time passed, the tickets were kind of forgotten as it turned more and more into a karaoke session. Suddenly more and more people seemed to appear, somehow hearing of this dope party that was being held at DK’s. DK surely didn’t invite them, but the more, the merrier, right? He can’t help but feel like he is forgetting something as the night progresses, but it must probably not be that important.

❀ It hits him only the morning after. It is not completely hopeless, though. When DK goes online to share his funny anecdote with other fellow fans, he inevitably ends up charming someone who has a spare ticket. They end up inviting him along because, well, we all could use some little DK in our life.

Mingyu: 7.5/10

❀ He thinks he is really good at finding resell tickets for cheap. What he doesn’t know, however, is that everyone takes one good look at his profile pic and decides to risk it all. Unknowingly, Mingyu has broken up a lot of friendships with his posts innocently asking whether anyone has a ticket to spare.

❀ He has no idea that concerts are essentially all dates. The other person always treats him so nicely. They get him food, flowers and give him so many compliments. Honestly, he doesn’t understand how people can be so pessimistic about the world. Look at how many wonderful people are in it, treating him so kindly.

❀ Unfortunately for those who intend the concert to be a date and the start of a new relationship, he is too oblivious to see it as such. At the end of the concert, he will simply shake their hand and thank them for the fun night, never to contact them ever again. Still, nobody gets truly upset about the outcome. His obliviousness is kind of charming.

The8/Minghao: 5/10

❀ It is all up to faith. Does he understand the Korean on the website? No. As a result, Minghao has decided to make peace with whatever comes out of the ticket buying experience. He has meditated quite a bit before the tickets go on sale, trying to tell himself that it won’t bother him if he doesn’t get the tickets. He is cool, calm and collected.

❀ He makes all his decisions based on a coin flip. Is he struggling to choose between two zones? Coin flip. Should he click the first or second option for insurance? Coin flip. He has a very pretty dice that he can roll for the choices with multiple options. In other words, Minghao puts his trust completely in the universe so that he doesn’t have to admit that he has no idea what he is doing. Honestly, the method allows him to, at the very least, make quick decisions regardless of the outcome. Consequentially, he outspeeds everyone else on the website.

❀ Does it work? Half of the time. Sometimes the universe seems to be favouring him, giving him incredible seats. Other times he is sitting in the nosebleeds, squinting at the stage as he is trying to make out the artist. He comforts himself with the thought that he is there for the music, not the visual experience.

Seungkwan: 9/10

❀ Welcome to Seungkwan’s military mission to get concert tickets. Drill Sergeant Boo has decided that he will be assembling the best team to get the concert tickets he desires, and there will be nothing stopping him. Not only did he insist on everyone meeting up at the place with the best Wi-Fi, but he also made an entire overview of the best zones and seats, including information on which seats tend to sell out the fastest.

❀ He has set five alarms for when the tickets go on sale, and if anyone dares to goof off, they will meet an early grave. This is a life-or-death situation! Sergeant Boo has no time for those that slack off or test his patience. If you are not taking this seriously, you do not deserve to see Adele in concert.

❀ Let’s just hope that he gets his tickets through regular ticket sales because if not, he will set up an intelligence mission in order to find out as much tea as he can on someone to blackmail them into handing over their tickets. Is it legal? Not really, no, but all is fair in love and war or when Beyoncé tickets are on the line.

Vernon 8/10

❀ Getting tickets is really no problem for Vernon. All he has to do is connect himself to the internet. He is an AI/NPC, after all. It is incredibly easy; all he has to do is hack into the system and get the tickets before they even go on sale.

❀ Okay, okay, all jokes aside, Vernon, with his refined music taste, mostly attends obscure bands. He is not even snobby about it; he genuinely enjoys their experimental music. Most of the time, the band's tickets do not sell out because the band is, well, questionable at best. Wait, you have not heard of Order of the Metaphysical Rat? They are really good! What about the Tree Rioting Bishops? No? Well, he had a blast at their last concert; you should totally join next time.

❀ Occasionally, he stumbles onto real gems, bands that are on the up-and-coming and about to blow up. He somehow manages to attend their concert at the right time, and when he checks the tickets the next year, they've tripled in price.

❀ However, more often than not, the concerts he attends are an… experience. Dancing Politics truly was something special with their remixing of political speeches, and his ears are still ringing from the Screaming Orchestra. He doesn't understand why none of the other members want to join him.

Dino/Chan: -1000/10

❀ He is incredibly determined to get the tickets, but Dino has a massive problem: he is a boomer at heart. He is not hip and happening and has no idea how this whole process of buying tickets works. What do you mean that they do not physically mail concert tickets any more?

❀ To be honest, he was kind of hoping one of the other members would take him instead. This whole concept of the internet is truly beyond him. He literally just figured out how the landline works; he blinked twice, and suddenly there is something called the internet.

❀ Somehow, in his attempt to get tickets, he clicks on the wrong thing, and now his computer has crashed. He has no idea how he managed it, but it is refusing to respond. So now he's paying for a hefty bill to get his computer fixed instead of the tickets.

❀ It gets even worse when he trusts a Nigerian Prince emailing him that he has some tickets to resell. Yeah… Dino gets scammed out of a lot of money. It is safe to say that the other members have decided that he no longer gets to shop online.

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[drunkewok]

Tiger Inside Chapter Thirty-Five

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Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

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Minho held the door open as we stepped into the house, the distant sounds of voices drifting from the living room welcoming us home. The occasional burst of laughter punctuated the air, Changbin’s distinctive holler and Hyunjin’s laughter echoing down the hall as we slid out of our shoes and jackets. 

An immediate hush fell over the room as Minho and I stepped into it, all eyes turning to us in curious anticipation. Chan, Felix, Changbin, and Hyunin were all cozily settled into the couches, sinking deep into the cushions before sitting straight in attention.

“So… how’d it go?” Felix pulled his legs off the coffee table, attention shifting away from his laptop as he tucked it away to his side, his gaze fixing on us.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Minho fished into his pocket for his phone, locating the collection of photos in his gallery before handing it over to Chan. 

Chan’s eyes squinted in confusion as he took the phone from Minho, head slowly tilting in thought as he studied the images on the screen. 

“He just handed these over to you?” He looked up at me slowly as I settled on the couch's armrest beside Felix, confusion evident in his tone.

“He wasn’t home,” I shrugged nonchalantly. “So I did some snooping.”

“You guys broke into Tiger JK’s house?” Hyunjin had been leaning over Chan’s shoulder, trying to get a peek at the photos, his eyes growing wide in disbelief as he looked up from the phone.

“Hardly,” I gave a humored scoff, shaking my head with a subtle wave of the hand. “Looked like he hadn’t been home for quite a while, so I let myself in.”

“She scanned her finger.” Minho chimed in flatly, settling on the couch between Chan and Hyunin, trying to hide the subtle smirk playing on his lips as he sank back into the cushions.

We hadn’t spoken much on the drive home. And to be honest, I couldn’t have even told you if he had turned on the radio at some point or if the entire drive was in silence. My thoughts had repeatedly mulled over the exact details, trying to connect each scattered dot.

“Where did you even find all of this?” Chan continued flipping through each photo, returning to a previous one, before jumping forward again as if trying to spot the differences.

“His office,” I replied casually, crossing one leg over the other and leaning forward on my knee.

He let out a puff of what I could hope was an impressed chuckle as he leaned back into the couch, running his fingers over his mouth, deep in thought.

“This was risky, y/n.” Chan pressed, his tone more serious this time. He looked up from the photos, his eyes meeting mine with a strange mix of concern and admiration.

“I know,” I admitted, leaning back and running a hand through my hair. “But we needed answers, and this was my best shot.”

Changbin shook his head in disbelief, still processing the information. “So what now? We’ve got all this evidence, but how do we even use it?”

“First, we need to understand what we’re even looking at,” Chan said, his voice steady. He turned to Felix, who was already pulling his laptop open again. “Felix, can you start cross-referencing these documents with what we already know?” 

Felix held his hand out towards Chan for the phone, but eyes fell on Minho in question, “May I?” Minho waved his hand for Chan to hand the phone over.

The room felt tense as Felix worked to transfer the photos onto his computer, his fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard.  “Is this the deed to Blossom?” Felix looked up at me, confusion etched across his face.

I nodded, my mind still reeling from the implications. “Yeah, it is.” I crossed my arms, sinking deeper into the cushions as my eyes focused on the photo of the deed plastered on Felix’s screen. “I explained to Minho that ownership had changed after I started there, but the new owner never showed his face, so I had no idea who it was.”

Chan’s brow furrowed as he leaned towards Felix to study the picture again. “This is getting more complicated by the minute. Besides keeping an eye on you, what does he have to gain by buying it?”

I sat up as the vibration in my pocket alerted me. The persistent buzzing of an incoming call confusing me until my eyes focused on the name on the screen: “And speak of the devil.” Everyone’s heads turned to me in unison, the murmurs of theorizing squashed as everyone went silent. 

Chan nudged Felix’s leg, nodding his head toward the laptop. “Can you pull it up?”

Felix glanced at me nervously before silently looking back at his computer and typing quickly. “Go ahead and answer it.” He gave a short nod, avoiding looking at me. Pressing the answer button, I held the receiver to my ear, Tiger’s voice greeting me before I had a moment to speak. 

“How kind of you to drop in for a visit.” His voice was flat, accompanied by a slow sigh. “Sorry I wasn’t there to greet you, but I see you let yourself in.”

I stood from the couch, slowly starting to pace as I felt the weight of five pairs of eyes sharply fixated on me, awaiting my response.

“Where have you been? The place looked abandoned. I was worried.” 

Felix leaned forward, placing his laptop on the coffee table as Chan leaned closer to study the screen. 

“Out of the country on business.” As Tiger spoke, I bent my neck to peek at the screen, watching as the real-time transcription of Tiger’s words flowed on the screen. “I would ask the same for you, but I take it SKZ is treating you well?” Tiger’s response was measured, his voice carrying an air of nonchalance.

My eyes met Chan’s right as he looked up from the screen, both of our eyes pulled from the scrolling words. “So you know where I am?” I questioned, a hint of frustration lacing my words.

“Of course I do.” He affirmed calmly. 

“Then why haven’t you reached out?” I pressed, standing straight with my arm wrapping around me, focusing on the floor as my brows scrunched in annoyance.

“I knew you would,” He took a short pause. “Whenever you were ready, that is. Just didn’t think it would come in the form of you slipping into my home unannounced.”

I averted my gaze from the group, my eyes fixating on the fascination of my shoes as I shuffled them against each other. I knew the direction to steer this conversation, the approach that would work to my advantage. Gathering my courage, I took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in my throat as I stepped towards the kitchen and away from the group.

“I miss you…” I leaned on the kitchen counter, confessing quietly as if the rest of the onlookers couldn’t actively watch the conversation playing out across the screen. “It doesn’t feel right not having Dad… or you… here.” I softened my voice as I sought to convey the depth of my emotions. 

“I know.” Tiger’s voice carried a hint of movement on his end, a subtle shuffling as he adjusted. His words felt hollow, a facade of comfort masking deeper tensions between us. More than the distance of ten years separated us; there lingered a mutual distrust that neither of us dared to acknowledge. 

“Has Jiho been taking care of you?” He asked, his tone betraying a feigned concern.

“He’s been…fine,” I replied carefully, choosing my words with precision. “We’ve had our disagreements, but things are under control. No need to worry about us.” I picked at the skin around my nails, focusing closely on my fingertips to ignore the gaze of five other people on me in the room. 

“Good to hear age hasn’t changed you two then.” He let out a shallow chuckle, teasing the sibling rivalry that had always been strong between Jiho and me. 

“How long have you been gone?” I turned, leaning against the counter and facing toward the living room again. A small huff was on the other end, followed by a brief silence. 

“I left shortly after it happened.” Tiger finally responded, his voice carrying a weight of regret. “Your dad had been worried about you, told me he was sending some guys from SKZ to keep an eye on you.” My eyes fell on Hyunjin and Felix, briefly thinking back on the first night the two boys had stepped into Blossom in their well-tailored suits, unbeknownst to me, holding my future within their hands beside two whiskey neats. “He had a lot of faith in that team, Chan built a strong one.”

“Jiho says you haven’t spoken to him since leaving either.” I tried to keep the topic off of SKZ, not wanting to put the group in the forefront of his mind.

“I had to cut some ties when I left,” he explained, his words tinged with a hint of defensiveness. “Didn’t want word getting out that I was gone.”

My brow raised as I exchanged a silent glance with Chan, the jumbled pieces slowly falling into place. His abrupt departure from the country shortly after my father’s death, followed by the swift severing of ties with the family, only heightening my suspicions. 

“Listen, I can’t talk for much longer.” Tiger continued, taking the conversation to an abrupt halt in a single breath. “I’ll get in touch when I get back home. Just… try not to burn down any more bars, okay?”

His attempt at humor fell flat against the weight of our unresolved questions, and the line went dead before I even had a chance to say goodbye. I lowered my phone, watching as it flashed back to my home screen as the call ended, and the room stayed in a painfully long hush.

“So… what now?” Hyunin finally broke the silence, his voice cautious.

“We wait for him to get back,” I said matter-of-factly, blacking out my screen and tucking my phone back into my pocket. I glanced back to Chan; my lips pressed into a firm line. “And we prepare. Something tells me we’ll need all the leverage we can get.”

With a heavy sigh, I crossed back into the living room, dropping onto the couch beside Felix. Mixed feelings of relief and apprehension washed over me, and the unsettling responses from our conversation layered with the documents left me grappling with a myriad of emotions.

My finger tapped anxiously on the couch's armrest as I watched Felix transfer the audio data to a save file and label it. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease gnawing at the pit of my stomach. Had I just inadvertently alerted Tiger to our suspicions? Had I put a giant target on our backs by uncovering this information?

Chan stood, stepped around the couch, and headed towards the kitchen, reassuringly touching my shoulder as he crossed by. “We’ll figure it out, y/n.” I found solace in his understanding gaze, a reassurance amidst the storm of uncertainty. “You did good.”

I nodded in acknowledgment as he gave two small pats before continuing to the kitchen as I heard him digging through the fridge behind us. 

Confusion etched across my face as I turned to Felix, a puzzled frown forming. “Hold on a second, care to explain how you managed that?”

“Manage what?” Felix replied innocently, though a telltale flush crept up his cheeks, betraying his unease. 

“Tracking that call,” I pressed, nodding to the laptop.

“Uh…” He let out a nervous chuckle, his ears flushing red with embarrassment. “Remember when I took your phone the first night you got here?” 

“I had him duplicate it,” Chan interjected casually, returning to the living room with a drink in hand. “How else did you think we knew where you were when you snuck off?”

“Okay, I can’t say I anticipated that, but wouldn’t it have been wise to inform me if you were going to bug my phone like that?” I crossed my arms, eyes narrowing at Chan.

“In all honesty, y/n, in the beginning we had to make sure we could trust you,” Chan explained, his tone gentle but firm as he settled back into his seat. “And when I discovered your penchant for sneaking out, let’s just say it seemed necessary to keep an eye on you.” He chuckled lightly, a warm grin softening his features.

“It’s only phone calls, I promise… I’m so sorry.” Felix pouted, reaching out to take my hand. “I can get rid of it if it makes you feel better?”

“Oh no, it’s clearly come in handy so far,” my lips pressed into a fine line as I gave a subtle glare in Minho’s direction, the memory of him showing up when I had snuck out to see Seongho flashing across my mind. “And, now, there’s probably going to be more calls that come through that it may be beneficial. Keep it.” I relented, my tone firm yet tinged with resignation as I gave Felix’s hand a reassuring squeeze. 

With a reluctant nod, Felix withdrew his hand, a hint of remorse flickering in his eyes. Despite the initial shock of the invasion of privacy, I couldn’t help but acknowledge the need behind it. I had been an outside face, not known by any of the boys yet. I, too, would have been weary to welcome me into the house openly.

“Let’s just make sure we’re all on the same page moving forward,” I suggested, a level of determination in my voice as my eyes narrowed at Chan. “No more secrets, especially when it’s something we could be utilizing as a team.” 

With a nod of agreement, Chan gave a long sigh, the night’s exhaustion clearly starting to catch up with us all. “Let’s hold off on diving into the details of the files tonight. We can tackle it fresh in the morning when we’ve all had some rest.” 

Relief washed over me at the prospect of postponing the discussion, and I was grateful for the chance to process everything that had unfolded in the last few hours. With the day's tension slowly dissipating, the group collectively called it a night, retreating to their respective rooms. 

As I settled into bed, the day's events replayed in my mind like a broken record. My mind kept wandering back to Tiger’s home, the memories of that place haunting my thoughts. It was as if the walls of his house were reaching out to me, pulling me back into the past, each corner whispering secrets long forgotten. 

I was caught between the memories of Tiger and the reality of the present, I couldn’t help but wonder how long this tension had been building. Had it always been there, simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to boil over at any moment? Or had it crept in slowly, unnoticed, until it was too late to escape its grasp? 

I rolled onto my side, worrying that sleep may not come to me tonight amongst these thoughts. Reaching out, my fingers grasped the white stuffed bunny that had been surprisingly left for me during the days I couldn’t emerge from my room. I hadn’t realized just how much I had missed the ability to hold something close while I slept. It served as a tangible connection to a simpler time, the physical comfort of an embrace even without the trace of a pulse. 

I gripped it close to my chest as I rolled onto my back restlessly, the echoes of Tiger’s voice lingering in my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the tangled web of emotions that bound us together. After so long, it was strange to hear his voice, evoking fond memories that now felt tainted.

My unease lingered in the air, finding myself searching for moments of clarity amidst the chaos of my thoughts, focusing on the memories that might make this all feel like a false reality. The family gatherings, the warmth of my father’s smile, the sound of laughter echoing through our homes, and the sense of security Tiger’s presence once brought. 

Despite the lack of answers to our questions and the growing confusion, a sliver of clarity seemingly started to emerge. Yet, with each revelation, I grappled with a specific question: Why would Tiger, a figure so intertwined within our family bond, choose to betray my father for power or riches?

A gentle knock came on my door, interrupting the whirlwind of thoughts flying through my mind. I straightened up, hoping to regain some sense of calm. “Come in,” I called out softly.

Felix poked his head in slowly, a steaming mug held delicately in his hand. “Hey,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring. “I thought you might need this,” he continued, stepping forward and offering me the mug. “Today’s been a lot.”

I accepted the mug with a grateful smile, the warmth seeping into my hands as I cradled it. “Thank you,” I murmured, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me at his thoughtful gesture. I sipped, feeling the familiar blend of herbs soothe my frazzled nerves. 

I caught him as he stared down at the plushie in my hands, a hint of what looked like amusement on his features. I could immediately feel the heat rushing to my ears, surely leaving them flushed.

“What? You gonna make fun of me for sleeping with a stuffed animal?” I pulled the bunny from my lap, setting it beside me on the bed. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of vulnerability, wondering if my attachment to the bunny was something to be ridiculed. But instead of mocking or teasing remarks, his face dropped, worried as though he had insulted me without a single word.

“What? No, that’s not it at all,” he settled on the edge of the bed in front of me, reaching over to pick up the plushie. “It’s actually quite cute. Where’d you get it?”

I shrugged, a small smile pulling at the edges of my mouth. “Not sure actually, someone left him while I was in the shower, right after-” My face dropped as I stared down at the bunny, not realizing I had mindlessly been directing toward a topic I’d instead prefer not to breach. 

Felix’s eyes held an empathetic gaze, purposefully cutting in with a soft smile so I didn’t have to finish my sentence. “Obviously someone didn’t want you to feel alone.”

I looked at him; his warm and kind demeanor made me feel at ease. “You think so?”

“Of course,” he said, handing the bunny back to me with a bright, reassuring smile. “We all want you to be happy here, but apparently someone was faster than me in going the extra mile.” He chuckled, laying on his back and staring up to the ceiling with legs dangling over the side of the bed. 

I took a sip, feeling the tea run through my body. The warm liquid and his company were unexpectedly the exact thing I needed: the calm within the storm brewing.

“I really am sorry, y/n…” 

My brows furrowed, staring at him in confusion at the sudden change in demeanor. “About?”

“I feel terrible about the bug in your phone,” he confessed, his voice tinged with guilt. “I never wanted to invade your privacy like that. Chan just wanted to keep everyone safe, including you, but I know it was wrong.”

His admission caught me off guard, stirring a mix of emotions within me. Here was Felix, the epitome of kindness and compassion, burdened by remorse for an action he likely perceived as necessary.

I reached out, squeezing his hand in mine. “Hey, it’s okay,” I reassured him gently. “I understand. You were just doing what you thought was best for all of us.”

He met my gaze with the softest of pouts. Clearly the secret was eating him alive now that it was out. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” I gestured for him to sit up as I set the mug on the nightstand, promptly pulling him into a tight hug and resting my chin on his shoulder. “Please don’t beat yourself up over it, okay?”

Felix’s shoulders relaxed slightly as he returned the hug, his warmth enveloping me in a comforting embrace. “Thank you, y/n,” he mumbled, his voice filled with gratitude.

I pulled back from the hug, offering him a reassuring smile as my fingers lightly scratched the side of his head, trying to calm the poor boy. “Now get some sleep, okay? Thank you for my tea, that was very sweet of you.”

His lips curled into a smile, the same one that always left anyone’s heart feeling full the moment he directed it at them. He gave one more quick hug before standing and making his way to the door. 

“Sweet dreams!” he chirped, clearly leaving in a much better mood. He gestured to the light switch in a silent question if I wanted it off. I gave a soft nod before the room darkened, and he shut the door behind him.

I reached over to the bunny, pulling it close and nestling it against my chest, the familiar comfort of its soft fur against my cheek helping to quiet my racing thoughts. As my eyes fluttered shut, I sank into the mattress, my body finally relaxing. Sleep came much easier than I expected, the tea and Felix’s comforting presence soothing my frayed nerves.

Just as I drifted off, in my limbo state of sleep, I was unaware of the duel buzz that came from my nightstand, the screen of my phone lighting up the room just slightly as a new text message appeared on the screen;

“The tiger lies low not from fear, but for aim.”

Next Chapter

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[velvetvexations]

i actually think that as far as silky goes, theres a tone shift that both momo and aira have towards silky after her memories get filtered through them during the aura transfer. its turbo granny that kept telling momo not to trust silky, to just let her be destroyed, and it is momo that chooses to trust her, opens her spirit to silky in the process. they ARE under duress, but even so, aira did not have to send silky off with a hug and call her 'mother'. theyd already won, and silky didnt need to be called that to finish the deed, yknow? both momo and aira ask if theres anything they can do to help silky in her very last moments, to give her peace, to prevent her from being forgotten. they wish for a kinder world for her and her daughter.

(this is maybe more relevant in the upcoming arc which im super super excited to see animated *jumping up and down a lot* but i still think its present in silky's arc too)

Good and fair point. I'm also excited!

[bellanova137]

Fnaf headcannons and theories I have in no particular order part 3

After Evan's death and Elizabeth's “disappearance", Clara divorced William and took full custody of Michael. Will didn't fight back, knowing Michael was better off without him.

Even as Glitchtrap, Will continues with his plan of “putting his family back together", even though too many years have passed for it to matter anymore. He's well aware that he's in far too deep to stop now...

During the Fnaf 6 fire, Charlie escaped Lefte and confronted her father, Henry. They had a tearful reunion as they burned together.

Vanessa’s father was emotionally neglectful of her, causing her to become bitter but tries to hide it with a bubbly persona. (i.e. rainbow hair streaks and Luis saying how she lights up a room)

Glitch-Will (I’ll be calling him that post UCN) tried to get Jeremy to help him via psychologically cracking him (not fully breaking him, just a little bit), thinking he could use electricity based energy to transfer into the body. With how Jeremy tried to uhh… Yeah it didn’t work.

With Vanessa, Glitch-Will instead tried to earn her trust and psychologically manipulate her. After he tried to do the same takeover process as with Jeremy, it failed again. (obviously)

While Glitch-Will was originally gaining Vanessa’s trust to use her to help in his plans, he ended up getting attached and the two ended up somewhat having a sort of weird father-daughter bond.

As Vanny, Ness is in complete mental control of herself (fitting her reluctant follower role a bit more), and actually does all the killings and awful deeds for Glitch-Will in order to release her many MANY years worth of repressed anger and resentment towards her life as a whole.

Gregory wasn’t always an orphan. In fact, before becoming patient 46, he had loving parents!

During the MCI when Cassidy was the final victim, while she was trying to escape, she ended up injuring herself to the point of becoming paralyzed, allowing William to basically torture her and have her springlocked in Fredbear as her death while she was physically unable to scream. This is why she had such a grudge compared to his other victims.

[mcx7demonbros]

The Royal Cult

Demons believe the source of their power to be from the Three-Legged Crow, so they worship It, though not all demons are religious devoted to the demonic bird.

However, the Three-Legged Crow’s not the only god the demons serve. Demon Kings who have passed away and have been deified are also worshipped by their successors and the nobles.

Deified Demon Kings are considered to have reach the pinnacle of “demonic virtues” and are role models for their successors.

Below is the process of the deification of a deceased Demon King. Take notice that that the process only begins after the said Demon King has passed away, so that during the evaluation, the demons can assured of his “demonic virtues”. As people would mock the deification if a Demon King is deified during his life but then he fails to live up to his divinity or messes up badly.

After a Demon King passes away, the Royal Butler will be tasked with gathering all the documents, works, words & deeds of the late King and submit them all to the House of Lords.

Once the House of Lords receive all the documents, works, words & deeds related to the late King, the Secretary of the House of Lords will write a summary of the late King’s reign, based on all the submitted papers.

At the funeral, the summary will be read out-loud for all to hear. After which, the summary will be put inside the coffin, to be buried with the late King.

After the funeral, the House of Lords will scrutinize every bit of documents related to the late King, to see if he deserves to be deified. This step is very important and the House of Lords doesn’t want any mistake to be made as everyone’s reputation will be damage if they don’t do this step carefully.

Aside from the grieving Royal Family, those who are close with the late King, including the Avatars and the Royal Butler, will be brought to the House of Lords to testify the late King’s virtue. All secrets have to be made known to the august House of Lords.

After collecting the testimonies, the House of Lords will enter debate session.

After the debate session, the House of Lords will vote on the deification case. The case is passed if it is supported by two-thirds of the House of Lords. If necessary, the House of Lords can repeat step 6 & 7, but only 3 debate sessions and 3 voting sessions maximum allowed.

If the case is passed, the House of Lords will submit it to the new King. The case can’t go forward without the new King’s approval.

If the new King approves the deification case, it’s transferred to the ministers of the Three-Legged Crow God, who will choose the day to officially proclaim the late King a god to all demons.

The deification ceremony.

List of deified Demon Kings known to us

The First Demon King

Demon King Gardonus (Feast day: 6th day before the Ides of May / the 10th of May)

The God of War - the Demon King before Diavolo’s grandfather

Diavolo’s Grandfather

Inspiration: Roman Imperial Cult

[roman-han]

where: decker ranch who: @evesyoung

Roman still wasn't entirely convinced that Shepherd Decker was clean. It was clear to him that the detective wasn't telling him something and Roman was determined to find out what. And as he walked around the Decker Ranch which was seemingly in the process of having it's deed transferred under Shepherd's name, Roman's eyes roamed, clocking all different ways a place like this could hide illegal things. How many ways perhaps a biker gang could use this place as cover.

He clocked an employee walking towards the stables, and he set off after her, "Miss, excuse me--" he called out, dust kicking up behind his steps. "Do you work here?"

[ontherocks21]

Someday I'll Write It:

Lady Vader Part XI

Mercifully, the twins sleep soundly when they do sleep. Her husband is almost there himself when she whispers, “What happened?”

Groggily, Anakin opens one eye, and she thinks he settles himself more comfortably into the mattress, but it could just be a remembering shudder.

“I killed him.”

She doesn’t ask who, doesn’t need to.  The answer circles them in the dark.  Instead, she snuggles closer, laying her head on his heart to let him know she’s still there.

Anakin inhales slowly.  “You tried to stop me,” he starts, “and…”  His exhalation quakes beneath her ear.  Padmé raises her head to see terror, rage, resolve, relief, and love etched in cerulean.  She nods encouragingly, her fingers catching each emotion spilling over his cheeks,

“Tell me.”

And he does.

He tells her of a scheme she had never known, machinations and planning in the works behind their own.  How the Jedi had set a trap for the Emperor even as he had hung a noose for her.  How Lyra and Jyn were taken into protective custody and Anakin had begged his brethren to take her as well.  How Galen’s “betrayal” had been carefully leaked to cast doubt on the rumors surrounding her own. How Palpatine had taken the bait, summoning her as a sacrificial lamb to the slaughter to ensure Anakin’s fall.  How the second she had tried to interfere with Anakin and the Jedi had revealed themselves too soon, Palpatine had thrown her against the wall.

Anakin can barely make himself recall how narrowly she had missed being tossed out a window.

She remembers the ensuing chaos, and by her husband’s description, it was indeed total chaos.  Galen had been squirreled from the room, but the remaining Jedi - Anakin and Obi-Wan and Yoda and Mace and other names she doesn’t know had had their hands full enacting their planned coup.

In the end, Anakin dealt the fatal blow.  After all, no one threatens the wife of a Sith Lord and lives to see the next day.

It’s a lot to process, and Anakin isn’t done explaining.

She learns that she suffered a premature placental separation and that without Anakin’s brazen life-Force transference, her glimpses of death would have likely been permanent.  She also learns that Luke and Leia are the only biological children she’ll ever have had the chance to carry.

“There was so much damage,” Anakin tells her in gasping sobs.  “They couldn’t fix it. I’m so sorry, angel.”

Her tears don’t come at first.  They wait until exhaustion claims her husband, sparing him her torrential grief.

*****

In the weeks that follow, a galaxy heals.

But Lord Vader’s ultimate deliverance of justice cannot prevent the calls for his own.

The injunctions come swiftly.  The cries for reparations deplete every bit of goodwill, every favor, every appeasement and promise Padmé has left to give.  The Jedi and other prominent leaders of the Rebellion testify on his defense, divulging secrets, uncovering his unknown good deeds, and disclosing classified communiques and documents.

Even then, the galaxy demands Anakin’s soul.

“They can’t have you!” she screams.  “I won’t let them.”

Absolution arrives in an unlikely voice.

Calm and poised at the press conference podium, Mon Mothma begs for the witch hunt to stop.

“Just like the rest of us, Lord Vader was a pawn, abused, used and enslaved by an evil he eventually eradicated.  His life will not restore those lost on Chandrila.  Please do not put his blood on their hands.”

Padmé can barely see the holoscreen through her tears.

*****

Mon Mothma declines the Chancellorship nomination due to her commitments to Chandrila’s diaspora.  The name that follows in her stead shocks no one, even if his choice of Vice does.

“They want leaders from planets without military might,” Bail explains.

Padmé considers the sentiment, a devilish glint coming to her eye.  “But Naboo has a standing army,” she argues.

Not used to being wrong, Bail frowns. “I don’t understand,” he begins.  “Since when does Naboo have a standing army?”

With a sly look over her shoulder at her ever-present shadow, Padmé exchanges a conspiratorial grin with Anakin.  “See for yourself; he’s standing right here.”

Bail’s eyes dart between them, but the twinkle that had faltered returns, rising to her challenge.

“Well, my dear, when you decide to accept my request,” he replies cavalierly as if her acceptance is foretold, then grinning wickedly adds, “what name would you prefer on the ballot?”

Senator Skywalker.

Lady Vader.

Hero.  Traitor.  Both.

Padmé grins back, just as wickedly.

“What do you think?”

Image Credit: Eli Hyder

[vilonnie]

got randomly smacked in the head by mercedes brainworms so now I’m thinking about verdant wind black eagles mercie again… imagine you are an older sister and you have abandoned everything and you have always passively gone along with whatever everyone else decides for you – you are not in the business of making choices. the only things saving you from loneliness are your faith and annette, your first and last and one and only best friend. annette understands you (she understands how to cannibalize herself trying to fix the men in her family, understands the preciousness of a teenage girl’s dear friend, understands the constant struggle to be good, good, good despite it all.) you are both good girls, but you are not good girls. and in truth she is not like you, because you see her desperate conviction, dedication, hard work and sleepless nights, and wonder how such a small girl can grasp such powerful devotion.

the first real choice you ever make is to transfer. you find the brother you left behind all those years ago, and you allow yourself to hope that maybe this time you can do better, make it better. it is a sister’s responsibility. you have been given a second chance. then you fight on their side in the war, and you are fighting against the only true home you have ever known – the only place you have known shelter, haven, friendship. didn’t you want to give that to other helpless young girls, once? it is annette who brings you back again. she brings you to your knees as her black magic pierces even your resistance, and instead of cleaving her axe through your heart, she only extends a hand once again. at this point, you both know that you cannot win. the good girls have backed the wrong horses. annette’s king faerghus has gone mad, with a doomed procession of childhood friends trailing lovingly, blindly behind him, but still she will not leave – she once told him he was like a brother to her – and she does not abandon the things she loves. she is not her father. and you know that edelgard’s time is running out, too – you have seen the tides of war turning against her. the game is up, princess. so you return. you return, and you abandon. this is the second time you have left your brother behind.

there is a man you know, dressed in red and black on wyvern’s wings, who curses his own disloyalty, his cruelty, his self-destruction, his misery. but he has stayed all these years by the same broken hearts he has loved since childhood, there for them as he has always been, unfailingly loyal, at the core of it. it is you, the holy woman, draped in shining whites and rose golds, who left them (who left her, who left your home.) you who is the traitor, you who has committed treason. you are strong and you are kind, so you will continue onward no matter what, but the burden lies heavy upon your heart. later, it is you, the gentle pacifist, the healer, who will take down the famed death knight. a legendary deed! this is a very pretty way of saying that your hands are the ones to end your brother’s life. in the end, you kill him for the country you chose over him. the first real choice you ever make.

one day the war is over, and you have played no part in it, and none of this matters, in the end. but a new dawn is still here, and you can take the woman you love into your arms, and you can promise to give her the world she deserves, promise to give all helpless children like you the world they deserve, and aren’t you finally happy, to be making a choice for yourself? I love mercedes,

[jor-elsemissary]

I wanna know who qualifies in getting a redemption arc?

Cause clearly fans of Smallville don’t seem to understand what a redemption arc is and are getting their panties twisted over the fact that he got one but Baldy didn’t.

Lex Luthor doesn’t get a redemption arc in Smallville because he hasn’t fallen far enough to walk that path yet. Lex is just beginning his journey as the villain and has to go through multiple stages as the villain before he has that existential crisis that makes him rethink his life and want to change.

Lionel Luthor had walked the path of the villain for years before we were introduced to him and continued to walk it for four seasons more before having his existential crisis in prison. His turning point was having his faith restored at the end of Transference. And anyone who has lost faith and regained it will understand what that feels like and how powerful it can change a person.

Fans seem to be exhibiting Clarkism when it comes to Lionel Luthor. They, like Clark, holds his past over his head and refuse to see the good that he’s done and the efforts made to change. Is he still an asshole? Absolutely! But he’s an asshole that is trying. Does he make mistakes along the way? Of course! He’s only human after all.

No redemption arc is a journey of perfect good deeds. It’s a struggle to fight that instinct that drove you on to that dark path and staying on the path of the light. You’re going to make mistakes and bad decisions, but what matters is picking yourself up and strive to do better next time. To learn from your mistake and understand why it’s a mistake.

Redemption is a never ending process that continues until you’re dead. There is no finality to it except your death.

Lionel Luthor’s redemption arc was about his faith in something greater than himself. That is why he was going to help others until Dark!Lex beat Luthor sense back into him. But he hadn’t lost that renewed faith, only covered it up to protect himself until he found his true calling as Jor-El’s Emissary.

It’s why Veritas was created. That group was essentially a cult that believed in Kal-El being the next Messiah. The story arc was there to show the audience that this was about faith and committing yourself to something greater. It purposely showed Lionel being faithless and greedy in the early days of the group, to show you where he had been in comparison to where he was now.

Lionel died serving a greater cause than his own quest for wealth and power. And the gang realizes too late what sacrifices he made to protect what he truly believed in. There is a reason why Chloe threw the quote about Clark being the closest thing to God at him. It wasn’t about power, old Lionel would have thought that. It was about faith and believing in something higher but the characters held his past against him and couldnt see what was happening.

This is why Clark defied Lex’s wish at Lionel’s funeral. He understood too late that Lionel had changed for the better.

[skeletonspirt]

One shot based on my headcannon that wan visits every avatar when they are born and that his biggest regret is how much they suffer because of what he did.

One Shot:

The sound of a cooing baby fills his ears as he slowly makes his way through the hut. He knows that he is a stranger here and what him being here will do. But he can’t bring himself to leave. Not when this was the only chance he had to meet her.

Quietly making his way to the bassinet in the corner he gazes down at little bundle inside. And just like it had every time before, his heart melts at the sight. She was precious, so small and innocent. He loves her so much. Just as he had loved all of his babies before her.

Gently reaching down he lift her up and cradles her to his chest. His heart melts even more at feeling of her soft, baby skin in his war roughened hands. He never forgets this moment. He will never forget how soft his babies one where or the way they had fit so comfortably in his arms as he held them for the fist(and only) time. He hasn’t forgotten how grouchy his feisty fire ferret Seto looked when he held him, or the adorable way his sweet sky bison yangchen sneezed, nor how strong his cute little cub Kuruk’s grip had been. Just like how he hasn’t forgotten the way his precious panda Kiyoshi cuddled up to him, or the way his darling dragon Roku looked so curiously at him, nor the way his wonderful winged lemur Aang smiled at him.

He remembers every single second holding them. It’s the most precious memories he has and now he can add the way his newest baby tries to grab his hair to those treasured memories. Looking down at her a silent chuckle moves in his chest as he watches her futility try and grab his hair. His proud little polar bear dog pup was going to be a stubborn one, he just knows it.

Carefully he begins to bounce her a little and starts to hum a lullaby. It was an old song lost to time but he had sung it to all of his babies before he… His heart clenches at the reminder of what he came here for. This was the part he hated because he knew that once he did this any chance of a normal, peaceful life was gone for good. That he would be putting a target on her back forever.

Not for the first time he cursed the spirits for making him do this. For making him give his babies a destiny that would lead to them suffering for the rest of their lives. He also curses himself in the process, if only he hadn’t prevented raava from defeating vaatu all those centuries ago. Then he wouldn’t have caused this cursed cycle in the first place. If only he had just a little more time.

A small tug in his mind pulled him out of his thoughts. It was reminder that his time in physical world was short so he must do this now. Tears begin to burn his eyes as he prepares for what he must do, never stoping his bouncing or humming. Mournfully he places his proud little polarbear dog pup back in her bassinet, dreading what comes next. Slowly he leans down and places a gentle kiss on her forehead, tears burning his eyes as he feels raava passing from him to her. As he always does he silently begs raava to be gentle as she transfers to his little one.

Now that the deed had been done he could feel himself start to fade out of the physical world. Knowing he didn’t have much time he gently stroked the infant’s head, not yet wanting to leave. Tears falling on his face as a quiet whisper begins. “Oh little one I swear to you I never wanted this. If I could take back my mistake I would but I can’t. Now you must bare my burden, just as your previous lives had before you. I’m so sorry my proud polarbear pup,” he cries softly gently kissing her head again. “Before I leave I want to know that you are loved so dearly and that you are never alone.”

His eyes glow softly as he disappears. “Remember from this moment on we are one. I wish you the best of luck avatar Korra and I pray that your life will be a good one,” he whispers as he fades away. Leaving only a sleeping babe, unaware of the destiny that now awaits her.

My first one shot. Hope you all enjoy it❤️

[kingmabry]

ANNAMALAI SWAMI – FINAL TALKS

Annamalai Swami: Jnanis usually come to their last births with a mountain of punyas on account of what they have done in their previous lives. The jnani cannot experience all these punyas himself, but those who come into contact with him can receive them as blessings. The same thing can be said for all the papams (sins) that the jnani brings to his final life.

A poor man can suddenly become rich if a millionaire takes a liking to him and gives him a lot of money. Those who come to a jnani and do selfless service to him find themselves becoming spiritual millionaires when they receive the jnani's unused punyas. And those who come to abuse and insult the jnani end up receiving all his unused papams. This is an automatic process. The jnani does not pick and choose the people who are going to be the recipients of these punyas.

This transfer happens automatically.

Devotees grow spiritually by receiving all these blessings. They reach heights that would be difficult or impossible to reach through their own efforts.

My own life illustrates this. When I was very young I stayed alone doing all kinds of spiritual practice myself. I doubt that I could have experienced the truth of the Self through my own efforts. Fortunately, grace brought me to Bhagavan, and through Bhagavan’s grace, I had the opportunity to serve him.

My proximity to Bhagavan and the work I did for him made me ready for the truth.

I learned this lesson about the necessity of being in the jnani's presence early on in my time at Ramanasramam. After a few weeks there I found myself disappointed by the attitude of many of the people I found around Bhagavan. They seemed to be more interested in gossiping than in doing meditation. I knew that Bhagavan was a great man, but I didn't feel comfortable living with people whom I thought were not taking the spiritual life very seriously. I decided to leave the ashram and meditate by myself. My attempt to run away was not successful. Bhagavan's grace and power brought me back from Polur, the place I had run away to. As I sat in front of Bhagavan on my first day back, Bhagavan looked at me, and while he was looking I began to hear the words of one of the verses from Ulladu Narpadu Anubandham resonating in my Heart:

“The supreme state which is praised and which is attained here in this life by clear inquiry, which rises in the Heart when association with a sadhu is gained, is impossible to attain by listening to preachers, by studying and learning the meaning of the scriptures, by virtuous deeds, or by any other means.”

I had never read this work before, so I don't know how these words managed to repeat themselves inside me. No one else heard them except me. The verse praises association with a jnani, saying that association with such a being is far more productive for sadhaks than doing spiritual practice by oneself.

After hearing these words I had the courage to stay on at Ramanasramam and serve Bhagavan.

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