#Egypt drown

[thatpunnyperson]

According to NBC here in the US, the missing titanic sub has been found. As debris. Off the bow of the Titanic wreckage.

And it looks like the sub suffered what we all suspected, and what was undoubtedly the more merciful of the two options: a catastrophic implosion from the pressure.

Also, more info has come to light about the fishing trawler with the hundreds of migrants that sank cataclysmically off the coast of Greece, indicating that the greek coast guard knew about the vessel AND how much trouble the vessel was in, and were towing it at a speed that made it capsize, at which point they unhooked the tow line and watched the trawler sink without helping the passengers to safety. Despite a bunch of other ships trying to help as well throughout the whole ordeal.

So a lot of people are dead, all because of regulations (and the lack thereof) regarding sea-faring vessels and rescue protocols. People shouldnt be allowed to make a business charging a ton of money for a ride on an uncertified, unsafe, un-seaworthy ship going deep into the ocean with no distress beacon or tether to the mothership. People also shouldnt be allowed to enact laws that criminalize the ferrying of refugees, which then force the refugees to hitch rides on fishing trawlers, and which also prevent people from helping those fishing trawlers full of refugees due to fear of legal consequences.

Hopefully BOTH of these events spark changes on an international scale in terms of what is legally allowed to be sailed, who is legally allowed to be the passengers, and what the rescue protocols are in the event of disaster for any seafaring vessel, illegal or not. It shouldnt be just the global 1% who get 24/7 search parties and remote-operated submersibles helping rescue them.

[iksvolforb]

me: hungry and waiting for the Arcane fanfic writers to feed us now that S2 is over

also me: remembering that I AM a fanfic writer and can feed everyone mysELF

LET THE BRAINROT BEGIN STAY TUNED

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Pharaoh Pursues the Israelites

1 And the Lord spoke to Moses, saying, 2 Speak to the children of Israel, and let them turn and encamp before the village, between Magdol and the sea, opposite Beel-sepphon: before them shalt thou encamp by the sea. 3 And Pharao will say to his people, As for these children of Israel, they are wandering in the land, for the wilderness has shut them in. 4 And I will harden the heart of Pharao, and he shall pursue after them; and I will be glorified in Pharao, and in all his host, and all the Egyptians shall know that I am the Lord. And they did so.

5 And it was reported to the king of the Egyptians that the people had fled: and the heart of Pharao was turned, and that of his servants against the people; and they said, What is this that we have done, to let the children of Israel go, so that they should not serve us? 6 So Pharao yoked his chariots, and led off all his people with himself: 7 having also taken six hundred chosen chariots, and all the cavalry of the Egyptians, and rulers over all. 8 And the Lord hardened the heart of Pharao king of Egypt, and of his servants, and he pursued after the children of Israel; and the children of Israel went forth with a high hand. 9 And the Egyptians pursued after them, and found them encamped by the sea; and all the cavalry and the chariots of Pharao, and the horsemen, and his host were before the village, over against Beel-sepphon.

10 And Pharao approached, and the children of Israel having looked up, beheld, and the Egyptians encamped behind them: and they were very greatly terrified, and the children of Israel cried to the Lord; 11 and said to Moses, Because there were no graves in the land of Egypt, hast thou brought us forth to slay us in the wilderness? What is this that thou hast done to us, having brought us out of Egypt? 12 Is not this the word which we spoke to thee in Egypt, saying, Let us alone that we may serve the Egyptians? for it is better for us to serve the Egyptians than to die in this wilderness.

13 And Moses said to the people, Be of good courage: stand and see the salvation which is from the Lord, which he will work for us this day; for as ye have seen the Egyptians to-day, ye shall see them again no more for ever. 14 The Lord shall fight for you, and ye shall hold your peace.

Parting the Red Sea

15 and the Lord said to Moses, Why criest thou to me? speak to the children of Israel, and let them proceed. 16 And do thou lift up thy rod, and stretch forth thy hand over the sea, and divide it, and let the children of Israel enter into the midst of the sea on the dry land. 17 And lo! I will harden the heart of Pharao and of all the Egyptians, and they shall go in after them; and I will be glorified upon Pharao, and on all his host, and on his chariots and his horses. 18 And all the Egyptians shall know that I am the Lord, when I am glorified upon Pharao and upon his chariots and his horses.

19 And the angel of God that went before the camp of the children of Israel removed and went behind, and the pillar of the cloud also removed from before them and stood behind them. 20 And it went between the camp of the Egyptians and the camp of Israel, and stood; and there was darkness and blackness; and the night passed, and they came not near to one another during the whole night.

21 And Moses stretched forth his hand over the sea, and the Lord carried back the sea with a strong south wind all the night, and made the sea dry, and the water was divided. 22 And the children of Israel went into the midst of the sea on the dry land, and the water of it was a wall on the right hand and a wall on the left. 23 And the Egyptians pursued them and went in after them, and every horse of Pharao, and his chariots, and his horsemen, into the midst of the sea. 24 And it came to pass in the morning watch that the Lord looked forth on the camp of the Egyptians through the pillar of fire and cloud, and troubled the camp of the Egyptians, 25 and bound the axle-trees of their chariots, and caused them to go with difficulty; and the Egyptians said, Let us flee from the face of Israel, for the Lord fights for them against the Egyptians.

26 And the Lord said to Moses, Stretch forth tine hand over the sea, and let the water be turned back to its place, and let it cover the Egyptians coming both upon the chariots and the riders. 27 And Moses stretched forth his hand over the sea, and the water returned to its place toward day; and the Egyptians fled from the water, and the Lord shook off the Egyptians in the midst of the sea. 28 and the water returned and covered the chariots and the riders, and all the forces of Pharao, who entered after them into the sea: and there was not left of them even one. 29 But the children of Israel went along dry land in the midst of the sea, and the water was to them a wall on the right hand, and a wall on the left.

30 So the Lord delivered Israel in that day from the hand of the Egyptians, and Israel saw the Egyptians dead by the shore of the sea. 31 And Israel saw the mighty hand, the things which the Lord did to the Egyptians; and the people feared the Lord, and they believed God and Moses his servant. — Exodus 14 | Brenton's Septuagint Translation (BST) The English translation of The Septuagint by Sir Lancelot Charles Lee Brenton (1851) Cross References: Genesis 15:1; Exodus 4:17; Exodus 5:21; Exodus 6:9; Exodus 7:5; Exodus 13:21-22; Exodus 15:3-4; Exodus 15:9-10; Exodus 15:19; Exodus 15:25; Leviticus 10:3; Numbers 33:7; Deuteronomy 4:34; Deuteronomy 32:31; Joshua 24:6; 2 Kings 17:7; Psalm 78:14; Psalm 78:53; Isaiah 11:15-16; John 2:11; Acts 7:36; Acts 13:17; Romans 9:18; 1 Corinthians 10:1; Hebrews 11:29

Exodus 14 Chapter Summary

Key Passages in Exodus 14

1. God instructs the Israelites in their journey 5. Pharaoh pursues after them 10. The Israelites murmur 13. Moses comforts them 15. God instructs Moses 19. The cloud removes behind the camp 21. The Israelites pass through the Red sea, which drowns the Egyptians

[noona96n]

Hi....If you don't mind, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

no worries, im happy to answer. and, if i happened to already answer sth, I'll link u to it.

so, fav medias... hmm...

book(s): the radiant emperor duology

ik it just came out and was only recently finished (like, finished Sept 2023 lol) so this is probably bias speaking but i am extremely taken by She Who Became the Sun and He Who Drowned the World, these books are fckn phenomenal. the gender-fuckery, the exploration of gender and sexual performances, the hidden message of embracing ourselves in all our ugliness and 'deficiency' and making a place for ourselves and ppl like us when others shun us. these books are just!!!

documentaries: immortal egypt (Joanne Fletcher)

i really really love documentaries and this mini series hold a special place in my heart bcs i love history and I've always been fascinated by egypt and Joanne's enthusiasm is just so joyous and infectious, i love it. i put this on repeat in the background when i was doing my graduation project in 2018 lol yea, just me listening to egyptian docu while working my ass off on AutoCAD lol

anime: sarusuberi/miss hokusai

idk how to explain but there's just a quality to this animated film that got me going... like, i adore howl's moving castle but miss hokusai is sth else. it's so peaceful but also deeply profound and visceral somehow.

tv series: aircrash investigation

i love planes, i love the Concorde in particular, but it has nth to do with how cool planes are but with how child-me saw riding planes as a thing that only ppl with money could do. it evolved from there.

i also love mysteries and aircrash investigation is both lol

i remember watching it on tv when i was an adolescent and i was fascinated with the mystery and problem-solving of it all ever since.

movie: the prince of egypt

it's a story about love; love that forgives, love that creates hate, love that divides.

drama: nirvana in fire (c-drama), beyond evil (k-drama), kluen cheewit (thai soap opera)

bl-specific: old fashion cupcake (anime AND manga)

the plot of these dramas is impeccable (tho kluen cheewit is extremely dramatic so pls beware lol), the character developments are fckn amazing, and what's even more important is the platonic relationships between the characters!!!

also, special shout-out to thai bl soap opera khun chai/to sir (with love) as well! the drama is off the charts, the characters are flawed & human & infinitely relatable & Tian & Yang's brotherhood is EVERYTHING

just one of the best bls out there and I've consumed A LOT of BLs/yaois... ALL SORT of em lol

the story is really grounded in reality, the plot is so mundane and relatable, the characters are mature but extremely flawed, and the art (in the case of manga) and the acting (in the case of the series) are amazing.

song: queen bee by vannda (contemporary music from my country)

i DO NOT agree with the lyrics AT ALL but i adore the melody. i absolutely love, love, LOVE how he blends traditional khmer music with the modern one. it's not a necessarily modern take but it's sth different. this artist is very good at blending the old w/ the new and i applaud him for that. his music is so pleasing the ear but the fkcn lyrics... urGH

well, a song of his with message that i completely agree with is time to rise with master Kong Nay... though the mixture is too in my face lol which is why i prefer queen bee

[cr1msonsta1ns]

BEN: I won't look at the sun so I won't go blind.

Jeff: BE SUPIERIOR AND CHALLENGE ITS MOCKING GAZE!!

BEN: *Thinks of the Egyptian Sun God.* RAAAAAHHHH!!!

Jeff: *Thinks BEN is gonna do it.* RAAAAAAHHHH!!!

Jeff: *Stares at sun and goes blind.*

Ben: BRO I JUST SAID NOT TO LOOK AT THE SUN-

Jeff: BUT YOU SAID RAAAHH!

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Israel’s Suffering in Egypt

1 Now these are the names of the children of Israel who came to Egypt; each man and his household came with Jacob: 2 Reuben, Simeon, Levi, and Judah; 3 Issachar, Zebulun, and Benjamin; 4 Dan, Naphtali, Gad, and Asher. 5 All those who were descendants of Jacob were seventy persons (for Joseph was in Egypt already). 6 And Joseph died, all his brothers, and all that generation. 7 But the children of Israel were fruitful and increased abundantly, multiplied and grew exceedingly mighty; and the land was filled with them.

8 Now there arose a new king over Egypt, who did not know Joseph. 9 And he said to his people, “Look, the people of the children of Israel are more and mightier than we; 10 come, let us deal shrewdly with them, lest they multiply, and it happen, in the event of war, that they also join our enemies and fight against us, and so go up out of the land.” 11 Therefore they set taskmasters over them to afflict them with their burdens. And they built for Pharaoh supply cities, Pithom and Raamses. 12 But the more they afflicted them, the more they multiplied and grew. And they were in dread of the children of Israel. 13 So the Egyptians made the children of Israel serve with rigor. 14 And they made their lives bitter with hard bondage—in mortar, in brick, and in all manner of service in the field. All their service in which they made them serve was with rigor.

15 Then the king of Egypt spoke to the Hebrew midwives, of whom the name of one was Shiphrah and the name of the other Puah; 16 and he said, “When you do the duties of a midwife for the Hebrew women, and see them on the birthstools, if it is a son, then you shall kill him; but if it is a daughter, then she shall live.” 17 But the midwives feared God, and did not do as the king of Egypt commanded them, but saved the male children alive. 18 So the king of Egypt called for the midwives and said to them, “Why have you done this thing, and saved the male children alive?”

19 And the midwives said to Pharaoh, “Because the Hebrew women are not like the Egyptian women; for they are lively and give birth before the midwives come to them.”

20 Therefore God dealt well with the midwives, and the people multiplied and grew very mighty. 21 And so it was, because the midwives feared God, that He provided households for them.

22 So Pharaoh commanded all his people, saying, “Every son who is born you shall cast into the river, and every daughter you shall save alive.” — Exodus 1 | New King James Version (NKJV) The Holy Bible; New King James Version®. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 15:13; Genesis 35:23; Genesis 41:1; Genesis 46:8; Genesis 46:26; Genesis 50:26; Exodus 5:5; Leviticus 25:43; Numbers 1:5; Deuteronomy 26:6; 1 Samuel 2:35; Psalm 105:25; Proverbs 11:18; Jonah 1:9; Acts 5:29; Acts 7:14; Acts 7:17; Acts 7:18-19; Acts 13:17; Hebrews 6:10; Hebrews 11:23

Exodus 1 Bible Commentary - Matthew Henry (concise)

Key Passages in Exodus 1

1. The children of Israel, after Joseph's death, increase. 8. The more they are oppressed by a new king, the more they multiply. 15. The godliness of the midwives in saving the male children alive. 22. Pharaoh commands the male children to be cast into the river

[erasurecloud]

People are mad at Endeavor again and I’m once again finding myself at a complete loss as to why but anyway

They’re hugging :)

[zeb-z]

sorry to bring to the party of denial an absolute bummer vibe, but the way the cut off of Phee and Tech’s budding relationship is so sudden doesn’t necessarily mean Tech is alive. it doesn’t mean bad writing either. it shows that nothing can be promised during war time. it shows that someone who you couldn’t imagine being gone can die so easily. it shows that such a thing is sudden, is cut off soon, jilted and tragic. the empire does not care for what it breaks.

it’s not out of character or sudden in terms of build up, either. this whole season has been an excellent showcase of how Tech loves his family even if he doesn’t show it in a usual fashion. that he would do anything for them. and while it’s cruel that he was given so much potential, given a chance at love and peace, only to be taken away, it’s not bad writing.

all that aside, restoring the vibe, Tech is definitely alive, the word of Hemlock is a word I do not trust. either he’s been taken prisoner or he somehow managed to escape on his own without his goggles, because there wouldn’t have only been his goggles left if he had died from the fall.

[halamushtaha]

My name is Hala, from Deir al-Balah, Gaza. I live with my four children, Abdul, Jaber, Mohammed, and Lian, and my mother-in-law, in a never-ending nightmare. Our home was bombed, and everything we had turned to ashes. Now, we live in a burnt house, with no safety or hope.

My husband, Adham, is stuck in Egypt, and I face this torment alone. My children suffer from hunger and illness, and we have nothing to protect them. Life here is unbearably difficult; every day is a struggle for survival.

I urgently need your help to raise $35,000 so we can escape, as each person requires $5,000. This money isn’t just numbers; it’s our hope for a new life away from pain and suffering. We are human beings who deserve to live, so please don’t let us drown in this nightmare.

Help us, as we are in desperate need of your support.

Vetted @bilal-salah0

[hala123sposts]

My name is Hala, from Deir al-Balah, Gaza. I live with my four children, Abdul, Jaber, Mohammed, and Lian, and my mother-in-law, in a never-ending nightmare. Our home was bombed, and everything we had turned to ashes. Now, we live in a burnt house, with no safety or hope..

My husband, Adham, is stuck in Egypt, and I face this torment alone. My children suffer from hunger and illness, and we have nothing to protect them. Life here is unbearably difficult; every day is a struggle for survival.

I urgently need your help to raise $35,000 so we can escape, as each person requires $5,000. This money isn’t just numbers; it’s our hope for a new life away from pain and suffering. We are human beings who deserve to live, so please don’t let us drown in this nightmare.

Help us, as we are in desperate need of your support.

https://gofund.me/75b52b8a

[ghadaahmed]

🙏🥹 Stop, please 🥹🙏

Don't ignore me, listen to our sad story 💔🥹🍉

I am Ahmed from Gaza,

Married and a father of a two-year-old girl named Ghada,

I don’t know how to describe to you the feeling of war, pain, suffering and destruction that we are living here.

Just imagine that I lost my home and my job and lived through the destruction.

We have been at war for a whole year or more.

I live in a small tent, in the cold and winter.

We have been subjected to the harshest types of oppression.

Here we can no longer bear life.

They target us all the time.

I have been forced to evacuate and move more than once since the beginning of the war until now.

Every time is the hardest, but the next time comes and we are still suffering.

My daughter needs health care, but I am alone and in these circumstances I cannot really give her the most basic rights.

She needs healthy food, but even that has become difficult to obtain due to exploitation and lack of the most basic resources.

We are now in a severe famine and we cannot find any kind of food.

Here in the tent we were drowned by the heavy rains

It is very difficult to escape death to the point that they closed the crossing in front of us and now we cannot travel and we are still here in Gaza, the destruction.

But I created this campaign so that I, my daughter, my wife and my family can leave here when the crossing opens.

But even leaving is not easy.

Because we need coordination from Egypt and we have to pay $ 5,000 per person. We are 3 people here.

I need to save my life and the life of my family from death and you are the only way that can help me achieve this.

Your cooperation with me and your presence will save our lives from death.

I know that you are capable of it and I trust you and I will be grateful to every person who will help me

I hope you see my account and see what we are suffering from, a new displacement and new tents. We are now sleeping in the street, me and my little child. He is suffering a lot. I don't know what awaits us. Our situation is very bad and difficult. It is truly tragic. I hope you help us with your donations, even if they are small. Don't forget us. We are in a difficult situation and my little child cannot bear it. I wish I had given him a better life than this, but he is not well now. He cannot enjoy his life or play like other children. He has become very afraid and cries a lot. I hope you help us and give us hope again. We need you and your constant support. I hope you look at us again and feel what we feel and what we live. Perhaps your donations will be the reason for saving my life and the life of my little child. I hope you always remember us and do not forget us.

Asking for help is not

easy .l request a small donation of $ 10 or $25 from each person .$20 will save my family and help me cover travel expensesx

Donate even $5, even if it is small, it does a lot for us, helps us stay alive and gives us hope to continue our lives and that we can build a new life with these donations

Donate to me and my little boy, he needs your support and your donation 🙏❤️ 🙏🍉

[chaotic-archaeologist]

I saw your post in the thread about the Budj Bim creation myth, and you mentioned that you teach Ancient Civilizations and have a week on Australia and the Torres Strait Islands. I was wondering if you have any recorded lectures on this topic that are available anywhere online?

Or do you have any recommendations for freely available resources to learn more?

Hi there,

I'm so glad you're interested in this (and also so sorry it took me this long to answer)! I'm also tagging @four-ravens-in-a-trenchcoat because you sent a very similar ask.

I'm far from the expert, so I'm going to tag @micewithknives and @acearchaeologist who are both Australian archaeologists with far more knowledge than I. The lessons I've developed have been with their expertise as guidance.

I'll start out by linking to a short piece about Budj Bim and its eel traps being designated as a world heritage site and why that's important:

This page talks a little bit more about the eel traps, the creation story, and the Gunditjmara people who live there:

Unfortunately, I don't record my lectures, and sharing them would probably violate some privacy laws. I can, however, share the readings I give my students.

The week is broken into two class periods, and for each session I ask students to read one scholarly piece and one more pop culture one. The readings for the first part are:

Nunn, Patrick. 2018. “Australian Aboriginal Memories of Coastal Drowning.” In The Edge of Memory: Ancient Stories, Oral Tradition and the Post-Glacial World, 63–107. Bloomsbury Sigma. Clarkson, Chris, Ben Marwick, Lynley Wallis, Richard Law Kelaham Fullagar, and Zenobia Jacobs. 2017. “Buried Tools and Pigments Tell a New History of Humans in Australia for 65,000 Years.” The Conversation, July 19, 2017. https://theconversation.com/buried-tools-and-pigments-tell-a-new-history-of-humans-in-australia-for-65-000-years-81021.

and then for the second class:

Taçon, Paul S. C., Rosalie S. Chapple, John Merson, Daniel Ramp, Wayne Brennan, Graham King, and Alandra Tasire. 2010. “Aboriginal Rock Art Depictions of Fauna: What Can They Tell Us about the Natural History of the Greater Blue Mountains World Heritage Area?" https://doi.org/10.7882/FS.2010.008. Smithsonian Magazine. 2019. “A 42,000-Year-Old Man Finally Goes Home,” September 2019. https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/mungo-man-finally-goes-home-180972835/.

The important part of this unit is that it comes right after we learn about the four classic river valley civilizations (Mesopotamia, the Indus, China, and Egypt). These "Big 4" all fit the description of the article I have them read at the very beginning of the class about the Key Components of Civilizations.

Australia week is about challenging that definition of civilization by examining where it came from, how it was developed, and who it excludes. At the end of the week I have students come up with another definition of Civilization that does not exclude Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islanders, Indigenous groups in North and South America, nomadic groups, etc.

The book (The Edge of Memory) by Patrick Nunn is a good one (for this class we only read the third chapter, but the entire book is worth a read.

Decolonizing Research Indigenous Storywork as Methodology is an edited volume that features perspectives on oral history from Indigenous people all over the world, including Australia.

Cheers, -Reid

[girlactionfigure]

An Arab blogger, Hoda Jannat, writes: 🔴 Suddenly we discovered that Gaza, which is inhabited by 2 million people... has 36 hospitals There are Arab countries with 30 million citizens and do not have this number of hospitals. 🔴 Suddenly we discovered that Gaza was getting water, electricity, gas, and fuel for free from Israel. Of course, there is no Arab citizen who does not pay water, electricity and fuel bills. 🔴 Suddenly we discovered that Gaza was receiving $30 million a month from Qatar alone And $120 million a month from UNRWA And $50 million a month from the European Union And 30 million dollars a month from America. There are Arab countries drowning in debt and cannot find anyone to help them, even with one million dollars. 🔴 Suddenly we discovered that Gaza was not besieged, and all goods were entering it, as were foreigners and people of foreign nationalities. Its residents were traveling to Egypt and from there to the rest of the world, and Fafo is the biggest example. 🔴 Suddenly we discovered that Gaza was living better than many Arab countries...and its people were living better than many Arab peoples. 🔴 Suddenly...we discovered that our minds were besieged by a programmed lie...by the (Muslim) Brotherhood media.

[cheshitora]

ETERNAL SUNSHINE

"ｄｅｅｐ ｂｒｅａｔｈｓ， ｔｉｇｈｔ ｃｈｅｓｔ， ｌｉｆｅ， ｄｅａｔｈ,"

cw :: mikey x gn!reader, angst, fluff, sfw, crying, mentions of d3ath, mentions of su!c!de, acceptance of d3ath, kissing (it's like one kiss tho), mental breakdown (nothing too serious except you kinda lash out)

:: the death of your friend took your close knit group of friends by surprise and shock. you were prepared to move on and grieve your loss by your lonesome.. until he suddenly reappeared in your house again but neither of you knew why ::

word count :: 3.5k, not proofread (sorry for the bad writing)

“You’re still here?” Your words were laced with venom, spitting at the blonde seated with a bowl of cereal at your dinner table, mouth full of the marshmallow candied food.

“Huh?” He replied, clearly oblivious to your apparent disdain of his current presence in your home.

“I said, you’re still here?” You squint your eyes at him, irritation flaring at his lack of comprehension, eyes piercing shards of glass into his empty shell of a head. He seemed unbothered, unperturbed to your irritability. It was like any other day, the same as it had been for the past few months.

He would get up, make a mess in your house, expect you to clean up after him and deal with all his other needy and whiny demands. It had become a new routine for you and one you despised with every fiber of your living being. So why were you putting up with him when it was just as easy to kick him out?

Four months ago, unbeknownst to you, you’d be plagued with the unfortunate company of your endless misery, an everlasting purgatory of unwanted memories - Mikey had randomly popped into the comfort of your home out of the blue on a Tuesday morning. Normally, on a regular day or occasion, his turning up wouldn’t have affected you much, except he was dead. And he showed up the day of his funeral.

Approximately four months ago, Sano Manjiro threw himself out of the window of a 10 story high hotel room, his death ruled a suicide. The news of his death had brought a wave of turmoil and distress amongst you and your friends, each of you grieving in your own way at the sudden news of your friend’s passing. The funeral came and went, the crowd in attendance mostly consisting of close friends and relatives, those who knew and were closest to the golden haired boy.

Mikey had once played a relatively small part in your life, the two of you remaining as just ‘friends’, acquaintances at best, though his death had still taken you by surprise, your days seemingly less bright than normal.

You weren’t complete strangers to him but not close enough to be ‘besties’, as he would often put it. Still, every now and then, you would hear your phone ‘ping’ with a notification, a message from the blonde with a random picture of a rock saying, “that’s you”. It was strange, dumb but slightly endearing, a small smile curling on your lips as you replied back, “throw me in a lake”. He would then send a video of himself “drowning” you in a puddle of water, the sound of his hearty laugh echoing in the background.

Perhaps you thought you weren’t close to him as you perceived but your friends around you knew otherwise. “Denial is a river in Egypt,” Emma once playfully jabbed at you, in an attempt to prove you actually cared more for Mikey than you led on, though you’d never admit it, not out loud and definitely not to his sister.

So when his untimely passing was brought to your attention, the realization of his absence in the world shattered you, your mental and physical state falling apart at the seams. It dawned on you that you would never be able to proclaim to the Toman leader your admiration for him, his strength and leadership qualities. You’d never be able to let him know how much you looked forward to his arbitrary messages at 2am, whether it was a picture of a bird he believed looked like you or an opinion about an asinine topic he “just needed to vent about” that would carry on for hours into the early morning hours. But most profound of all, you’d never be able to confess how fast your heart pounded in your chest in his company, your denial of your true feelings a remnant of the one that got away.

Well, not entirely.

As you traveled back home after the conclusion of his funeral, you were determined to lay in bed all day and mourn, having no energy to do much else but grieve the loss of the one you loved. Stepping into your house, a wave of familiarity washed over you, your eyes scanning the vacant living room at the sound of footsteps trudging near. Your head snapped to the left when you heard the sound of an all too familiar voice, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach as bile rose in your throat.

It was Mikey, standing in your dining room, a bowl of your leftover takeout from the day prior in his hands, a gleeful smile on his face.

“Mornin’. You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he joked, taking a bite of the steaming food.

It’s safe to say you fainted, your body falling onto the hard surface of your tile floor - I mean, how could you not? Just a mere 3 hours ago, you had witnessed his casket being lowered into the ground, tears coursing down your face in a river, the sounds of mourning reverberating in your ears as you painfully accepted his passing.

But now, he was here, in your house, alive? Maybe? Well, he wasn’t, as he would later explain to you. He was, in fact, dead but stuck in purgatory, limbo, to say the least. According to whatever, or whoever, he spoke to in the afterlife informed him of some “unfinished business” he needed to attend to before he could rest.

It didn’t make sense. For as long as you knew the delinquent boy standing before you, he had one set goal in life - to bring about a new age for delinquents, a feat he had accomplished already with the help of his now disbanded gang. Perhaps there was more to Mikey than you anticipated, but if he truly had another task to tackle before his eternal rest, why was he here, in your house? What did you have to do with his objective, a question he couldn’t answer himself, or so you thought.

In just the subsequent week of his reemergence, you’d hit a break in your mental health. What if you were just going insane, hallucinating the image of the blonde male in your grief? It was common for the bereaved to conjure the sight of their recently deceased loved ones as a coping mechanism, so maybe you were experiencing the same thing.

But as the days turned to weeks and weeks to months, that logic had long since flown out the window, leaving you to come to terms with your new house companion. At first, the Sano boy was a pleasant addition to your daily life, almost elated to have him back in your world… almost.

Mikey hurriedly overstayed his welcome and you wondered how Emma and Draken handled him on a day to day basis. He was needy, clingy and just flat out annoying. What did you see in him again? You were perceiving a new, or rather unseen, side of Mikey that was masked by his stance as Toman’s leader, his reputation as “the Invincible Mikey” casting over the whiny little boy attributes he had yet to grow out of.

By the fourth month of his return, your patience had run out, finally having had enough of his exasperating existence. You stared down as he sat with his bowl of cereal, chewing nonchalantly as he processed your irked mien, raising an eyebrow.

“You really thought I’d be gone after four months? I thought you were smart,” he jested, your anger flaring up again.

“I want you out of my house. Now.”

“No can do. I can’t leave, remember?”

Unfortunately, to your displeasure, as long as Mikey sought residency in your home until his task was completed, he could not leave, lest he wanted to reap the consequences, an option he pondered over on a few occasions when he particularly pissed you off beyond belief.

You groaned, your annoyance for the younger boy peaking.

“Get out of here.”

“I wish I could.”

“Get out now,” anger laced your voice, raising your tone as tears pricked the ducts of your eyes.

“What part of ‘I can’t’ don’t you get?”

That was it - the limit. In a brash and bold move, your arm slid across the table, effectively causing the bowl to skid off the table, porcelain shattering as it hit the hard, tile floor, milk splattering and soggy cereal coating the once spotless ground. Mikey’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief, half expecting you to act out in rage but not expecting his cereal to be the victim of your lashing out.

“Why did you have to come bother me? Why me? Why?”, you pleaded, your desperation for answers evident in the way you begged him to give you any solution, any remedy for the aching in your head and heart. In this moment, you held on for too long, tears spilling as your chest heaved, your sobs bouncing off the walls of closed space.

He sighed, a deep breath of air escaping his lungs as he gazed into your defeated, tear soaked eyes, his own softening at your distressed appearance. He knew his presence became harrowing the longer he stayed. Sure, it may have been only four months, but it was four months of reliving those painful memories of his life before death, anguish washing over you in waves as you replayed the exact moment you were called on your phone, Emma’s broken voice cracking into the phone as she brokenheartedly relayed the news of Mikey’s suicide.

It was a memory you dreaded reminiscing, the sight of his friends gathered around his casket at his funeral forever etched into the walls of your mind. Even when he somehow magically reappeared before you, your loaf of a brain would endlessly rewind those echoes of the past, the good and the bad, a bitter reminder of those untold feelings you harbored for him, for the blonde sitting in front of you at your dinner table.

Neither of you spoke, the silence deafening as you calmed yourself, soft sniffles emitting from you every few seconds, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. As you did, Mikey stood from his chair, the wood sliding against the hard surface as he stood, taking a small step towards your trembling form, encasing you tightly in his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

The sudden gesture was unusual to receive from the blonde, and it occured to you this was the first time you ever embraced him, since he wasn’t the type to issue out hugs to just anybody. You let him hold you, the feeling of his cold arms wrapped around you sending a shiver down your spine, a subtle reminder that the boy holding you close to his still heart is, in fact, dead.

Before you could say anything, finally finding the words to speak, Mikey scooped you up in his arms, a small yelp fleeing from your lips as he held you up, his strength imminent even in death. Leaving the mess of your outrage behind, he stepped out from the dining room, trekking towards the couch. Your eyes never left his face, his expression unreadable as per usual, stoic but his thoughts racing.

He placed you gently against the soft cushions of the couch, sitting down next to you, leaning back as he stared up at the ceiling, eyes vacant as mind continued to run, your eyes still glued to his face.

“You’re staring,” he said blankly - monotone. You averted your stare to your fidgeting hands in your lap, a rush of heat spreading on your face from being caught staring at your friend. You sat in silence again, the only sound of your mingled breathing heard as the morning turned to afternoon and afternoon to night.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable but there were unspoken words itching to be said as the two of you sat in relative quiet. Having had enough, you turn your head slightly, ready to speak when your face flushes again, your eyes meeting Mikey’s as you turn. You hadn’t noticed his lingering gaze this whole time, hadn’t felt it on you. He had no reaction to your blush and you couldn’t decipher whether his lack of expression bothered or relieved you. You were unable to tell what he was thinking but in that moment, you both had a silent, mutual understanding of what needed to be said and done.

You shifted closer to Mikey, your orbs staring into each other as you inched closer to his still form. Your bodies were nearly touching but not quite, faces centimeters apart, breaths intertwined, heart hammering against your chest. With a burst of confidence, you closed the distance, lips sliding against his in a soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut, his half lidded with uncertainty before closing, meeting your lips with caution, his unspoken feeling pouring into the delicate kiss.

His hand slowly wrapped around yours, fingers intertwining as you deepened the kiss, your need for him expressed through the heated gesture, a quiet, barely audible sigh seeping into his mouth before you pulled away, slow and steady, savoring the feel of his warm embrace.

A subtle pink hue colored your cheeks as you tilted your head up, meeting the blonde boy’s half lidded gaze, his brow furrowed slightly, his once expressionless face now conveying vulnerability, a rare sight for you to experience but you understood.

Another silence came over you both, your body tilting forward to rest your head against his chest, your hand fisting his hoodie as you listened for a heartbeat, though none could be found. Tears threatened to escape your eyes as you rested on his chest, hands trembling, afraid to let go.

In a gentle motion, Mikey wraps his arm around you, your body unwinding in his hold, a warmth cascading over you despite his cold body temperature. Without warning and without hesitation, he spoke quietly, a soft whisper laced with tenderness.

“I love you..”

Your heart stopped momentarily, a single tear running down as you replied, your heart swelling at the sound of his long awaited confession.

“I love you too.”

His grip on you tightened, holding you close to his frigid body, as if he were afraid you’d slip away from him, as if you’d disappear. And suddenly, it hit you, the dawn arising at his tightening grip, the worry present in his eyes.

“Is that why you’re here?” you questioned, waiting for a response you feared he wouldn’t say.

Mikey had known all along why he’d been denied eternal rest. His unfinished business was you.

At the time of his death, his dying thoughts were of you, your smile, your kindness and your friendship, how he longed for you to be more than his friend, his acquaintance. He wanted you to love him the way he loved you, though his own fears and hesitance refused to allow him that satisfaction. Suppose he had confessed his hidden feelings and you reciprocated, he feared he wasn’t right for you, that he’d mess up or be too unattached for a working relationship.

The last thing he wanted was to hurt you, to push you away more than he already had. Deep down, he knew he wasn’t right for you, knew there were bigger issues he needed to handle before he could have your heart. In the end, it was for the better to let you go, and perhaps it was the very reason he couldn’t continue living, on top of all the other demons he was internally fighting.

But when he thought he could finally be free of you, he found himself in the vicinity of your home, his funeral taking place the same day he was assigned this task: to confess the love he truly felt for you.

The task itself couldn’t be done so easily. He couldn’t just say “I love you” to you and expect to disappear. It had to come from the heart and as dire as it was for him to confess, you had to make your confession to him as well, whether his love was reciprocated or not, at least he’d find peace.

And now, here he was, holding you in his arms, too scared to loosen his grip on you, his time with you coming to a close. He placed his hand on the side of your head, stroking your hair as he stared up at the ceiling.

“Yeah.. that’s why I’m here.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” you questioned again.

He lets out a deep exhale, running his free hand through his golden strands.

“I wouldn’t have been a good boyfriend. We both know that,” he explained, truth in his words that even you were aware of.

You knew to some extent the truth behind his confession, how unattached or despondent he could get at times and it was a risk he wasn’t willing to put you through.

“I’ve loved you for so long, dammit. I wish.. I wish you would’ve said something sooner.” You fought back tears as you clung to him tighter, knuckles turning white from the sheer tightness of your grip on his hoodie.

“I know. I should’ve but.. I didn’t. This is what I get.” He couldn’t bring himself to look at you, your grip tightening as you bury your face into his chest, wishing you could go back in time to stop him from ending it all.

He tilts his head down to look at you, gripping your chin gently, maneuvering your head to peer up at him, his usual cheeky smile on his face, as if to brighten your mood and mask his vulnerability.

“I guess I’ll see you on the other side?” he joked, chuckling lightly as you did. His smile. You’d commit it to memory every time he smiled at you and this time would be no different, though more significant.

You rested your head against his chest once more, his hand raking through your hair, the gentle motion lulling you to sleep. As you yawned, your eyes becoming heavy again with sleep, he mumbled something inaudible under his breath, your tired haze clouding your thoughts as you shut your eyes, your breathing coming in small huffs as sleep overcame you. He looked down at you, another small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head, closing his eyes.

His time was up. He loved you and you loved him. That’s all he wanted to know. He smiled, his eyes closed as he envisioned your smile, your radiance. It was all he could do now, waiting for the night to turn to day, waiting for the light to take him away.

Sunlight blared through the open curtains of your living room, the air cool and stuffy as you pried your eyes open, your body stiff and rigid from sleeping on the couch. You arched your back, stretching your limbs as you let out a deep yawn, rubbing your eyes as they adjusted to the bright lighting.

Your head whipped around the room, searching for the blonde boy you fell asleep on, the couch cold without him. You stretched your legs out, standing upright, legs wobbly as you explored your empty house, that air of familiarity no longer present as you desperately searched for Mikey.

After a few more minutes of relentless searching, you wound up back in the living room, the pain of your heart breaking coursing through your body, your sobs the only thing audible as you accepted your fate, his fate. He was gone and this time, for good.

You curled up on the couch instead, choked sobs and hiccups reverberating in your muted home. After some time, you exhausted yourself, becoming tired of crying, though the pain lingered, having lost the boy you loved for a second time, his second death more painful than the first. As you laid on the couch, you thought back to all of your happiest memories with Mikey, most being when you were young kids, running amuck without a care in the world, oblivious to the world around you as you basked in the glory of your youth.

If only you knew back then where he’d end up now, you would’ve told him long ago how much you loved him, how your heart ached for his love. If you could turn back time to any day before you began falling away from him, you’d hold him for as long as you could and plead for him to stay. Maybe then, he’d still be here. Maybe then, you’d be cradled in his arms, heart swollen with love and affection for the blonde boy, in the care of the one who loves you the most, in the warmth of your eternal sunshine.

che's aftermath :: welp, i dont know what to say other than thank you for reading. this was not the original intent for this work. i wanted it to be fun and a bit more morbid ngl but it just turned out sad. im still okay with the end result and might end up writing the original ver of this fic since thats how i originally wanted it. but thanks again for reading pookies

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