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Does anyone else think about how hilarious it would have been if Endeavor's character was his usual complete asshole self in public, but as soon as the cameras stopped rolling and the crowds weren't looking, he just completely 180'd into doting parent mode and his canon behavior is the most convincing gimmick ever? Like he's a complete jerk during interviews and other professional settings, but as soon as the camera's not focused on him, he's gleefully texting his children about how school/work was and it is the weirdest switch in behavior ever.

I'm just imagining Shouto's classmates being concerned for him because his dad always looks so angry on TV, and then Shouto concerns them even further by deadpanning, "What do you mean? My father is a very caring parent," without giving any form of context.

I assume in this AU Touya's fine, either working as a Pro or some other career, but whatever he does, the phrase, "Your father's here," is usually met with him scrambling to vacate the immediate vicinity in order to avoid the crushing freight train of a hug headed his way.

Rei's probably fine, too, and completely normal about her oversized teddy bear husband.

[nimbusghoulette]

pro memoria

A little snippet that's been on my mind ever since I saw RHRN. Contains spoilers for the movie!

Copia sat silently in the darkness of the Ministry library, only the flickering flame of a candle illuminating the ancient scrolls in front of him. The silence was almost eerie; even the distant laughter of the ghouls down the hall had died down. He squinted at the text, the individual letters bleeding into unintelligible smudges. Taking a shaky breath, he rubbed at his tired eyes in a vain attempt to force himself to concentrate. His mind refused to cooperate, and so he leaned back in his chair, away from the warm candlelight that seemed to be dying out anyway. His face was soon enveloped by seemingly eternal darkness, his mind beginning to wander.

♪♫ don't you forget about dying ♫♪ He hasn't had the time to think in days. He busied himself with the preparations for his mother's memorial, there was so much to do and take care of that he barely had the time to sleep. While they tried, the ghouls weren't of much help, and he couldn't blame them. How were they supposed to know of such human procedures and how they worked? His responsibilities didn't give him the chance to grieve his loss. But now that he was alone with his own thoughts, the familiar ache in his chest made itself known with such force that it nearly knocked the air out of his lungs.

♪♫ don't you forget about your friend death ♫♪ Perhaps if he wasn't so self-centered and worried about his own fate, he would've noticed what was going on, and then he could have at least tried to find a solution to Sister's condition, whatever it might have been. And if it turned out that not even him could help her, at least he could have been there for her in her final moments. The guilt hit him like a freight train and hot, bitter tears welled up in his eyes. What kind of a son was he to leave his mother die alone, surrounded by strangers instead of the last living member of her family?

♪♫ don't you forget that you will die ♫♪ As he sat there, simmering in his own pain and guilt and with tears silently rolling down his cheeks, a thought crossed his mind, one that he had never expected to even consider.

Perhaps it really should have been him.

[jeannereames]

Dr. Reames, a simple question from someone interested in history but who is not part of the academic world: in order to study Alexander the Great and Ancient Greece in general, how much Ancient Greek does one have to learn? Would you need to learn Demotic Greek or the many other dialects, such as the one from Macedonia? As in, you’d need to learn one or more versions of Ancient Greek?

Thank you in advance! I always enjoy your responses!

How Much Greek Do I Need to Read about Alexander?

It depends on how far you want to go…what’s your end-goal?

If you’ve no desire to make it a profession, the good news is you need very little Greek.

Most ancient Greek and Latin texts are available in translation in the major languages of (European) Classical studies: English, French, German, Italian. Now, if you want them in Polish, or Japanese, or Bengali, you’ll have more of an issue. But the Loeb Classical Library (and LOEB ONLINE) has English translations of virtually all extant (still existing) Greek and Latin sources, and if you’ve got access to a (larger) college library, they probably have them, even if you have to ask them to get things out of storage. Latin is red (PA6156); Greek is green (PA3612). Budé is the French version of Loeb, btw.

Loeb texts also have Greek and Latin on the facing page, but I mention them because they’ve got translations of (almost) everything. One can find cheaper versions without the Greek/Latin from Penguin, Oxford, et al. But those don’t have, say, Aelian, or Athenaeus, or the obscure texts of Plutarch’s Moralia. Loeb does. That said, the Alexander histories (Arrian, Curtius, Plutarch, Diodoros, and Justin) are all available in relatively cheap translations. Much earlier, in answer to a different ask, I listed our main sources on Alexander, extant and lost. It’s a longer read, but perhaps of interest.

(See below for more online sources in translation.)

So, no, you don’t need Greek. But, if you’re at least moderately serious about reading beyond pop history, you will want to learn a few Greek words to better “get” Greek sensibilities. Say, timē (τιμή), which means honor/public standing/esteem, but has all these attendant connotations. If you start reading the Serious Stuff (articles and academic books), authors will throw these around so it’s useful to know them, as they tend to carry an entire freight of meaning we don’t want to explain every time we use them. These are words I make my students learn in my intro to Greek History class (2510), so there aren’t many. (Undergrads put up with only so much, ha.) For Alexander, it’s also useful to know the Greek names of some units, such as the Somatophylakes (the royal Bodyguard of 7), or the Hypaspists (the specialist hoplite phalanx, not the same as the Foot Companions), or even the name of the long pike (sarissa). But you can make do quite well with a vocab of maybe 30± Greek terms.

It's only if you want to pursue research at the advanced (graduate) level that you’d need Greek. Even then, it’s mostly Attic Greek. The only time you’d need dialects is for quite specific study and/or epigraphy (inscriptions). Epigraphers are language specialists. Most of us, even the “pros,” don’t work at that level. But yes, if you’re getting into extensive examinations of passages, it’s good to understand the language for yourself, not have to trust a translation. Translations are, by definition, interpretations.

I hope that encourages some folks to embark on reading the original (primary) sources. Of more import for these is to understand HISTORIOGRAPHY. Even those who can read the Greek, but lack historiographic training, tend to take stuff at face-value when they shouldn’t.

Go HERE for a discussion of historiography (with regard to Alexander). Again, it’s part of a specific ask, but I explain why we need to know something about the historians who are writing our texts, in order to understand those texts. It’s another longer read, but essential.

Almost forgot! If you prefer video, I've also talked about the sources on TikTok: Part I: Intro & Lost Alexander Sources and Part II: Extant Alexander Sources

Some Useful Online Sources to Bookmark:

Perseus (at Tufts.edu): clunky as hell because it’s old (in internet years), but indispensable. English/Greek/Latin/other texts in translation and original language, plus all sorts of other tools, including an image bank. Pitfall: these are translations outside copyright, so old and sometimes problematic. Still, it’s free, and so-so much stuff here. Every person dealing with the ancient Med world has this one on speed-dial. (You can find other online sources with various texts, but Perseus has, again, almost everything; it’s the online Loeb.)

Stoa Org Static: a version of the original where you don’t have to sign in. Takes you to various super-helpful pages, including the Online Suda (a Byzantine encyclopedia you can search: look up “Hephaistion” there. *grin*) Bunch of other helpful links.

Wiki Digital Classicist hypertext list of topics ranging from the Beasley Library (of pottery) to the Coptic Gnostic Library and various online journals. Just click around, see what’s there.

Topos Text: clickable map of places which includes all references to them in ancient sources. So if, say, you want to know where X places is, mentioned in Arrian, you can find it on the map.

PHI Searchable Greek Inscriptions: I have used the tar out of this. It’s much easier than Inscriptiones Graecae, and comes with English translations.

More Online Resources: more links. This is just one of various collections out there.

Again, ALL this stuff is free. Even when you may have to pay (like Loeb Online), the amount of material you can now lay hands on even without a uni library is fantastic.

JSTOR: requires a subscription, but, if you’re a college student or can get access via a uni library, you can look up material for free. Problem: JSTOR has different subscription packages, and only the really big Class-A Research schools have large holdings for Classics. I’m regularly foiled in things I need, as my library is smaller. I use ILL (Interlibrary Loan) a lot. If you can’t get what you want via your school JSTOR or ILL, sometimes you can purchase a solo copy of an article via JSTOR Google Scholar. But (hint) always check the journal’s website itself. It might be cheaper there! (The Ancient History Bulletin, for instance, is super-cheap; check their archives. Karanos [Macedonia only] is FREE.) Same thing sometimes with books. Certain publishers have rental options, Open Access, etc.

Also Academia.edu first: Your savior…if the author is a member, and has uploaded the paper you want. We frequently face restrictions on what we’re allowed to upload, and when. Yet we may list an article we can’t yet release publicly. That doesn’t mean we won’t send it to you privately via email if you message us and ask nicely. 😊 Especially if you’re not providing an entire wishlist, or asking for a book for free. It depends on the person, and whether they have a PDF.

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week 7 update: progess towards final 2D prototype (february 16, 2024)

[was not able to attend this class as I was feeling unwell this morning, I would've been in group 1 - 12:00pm-1:00pm]

at this point, I was contemplating whether just illustrations would be enough for this pamphlet... so I thought about shadow boxes as my inspiration and maybe adding that raised look to give the "rooms" a more "lively" sense. these scenarios are very much real and thought portraying it that way could make it feel more realistic and not so flat but more dimensional.

I will try and attempt this with:

for ideas of darker scenes I could try and portray for the rooms.

materials:

scissors

x-acto knife

glue tape

foam riser stickers (shadow box effect)

materials pending:

illustrations to be printed at the ocadu print shop

transparent paper for jalousie window

rough sketch attempt at updated pamphlet/shadow box situation.

trying to get down measurements for print, expected assembly, and room scenarios.

was thinking of utilizing a muted dark yellow colour palette because I researched that in France, yellow is the colour there that signifies betrayal and jealousy.

design elements:

I really liked FreightMicro Pro Light Italic as a body text to accompany the header text of Mudstone Sans. taking into consideration the meaning "writing on the wall" which insinuates something unpleasant or unwelcome is going to happen which I thought was so fitting for this project. to have the meanings of each jealous type scenario literally written on the walls.

I thought about either staying true to the prototype dimensions I had as I thought it was just right for legibility (12.5cmx11cmx8.8cm), for connecting multiple rooms it wouldn't be too long and overwhelming. otherwise I could try and slim it down to an A2 card format but feel like it could end up smaller than I wanted.

more shadow box inspiration

[hannahsmusings]

Renee

*my phone buzzed and I looked down at it, seeing the group email that the tutoring program had sent out, already knowing the information within it but clicking on it anyways, biting my lip as I scroll and spot our names, together, side-by-side, like they used to always be, Renee and Anthony this, Ant and Nay that* *I groan to myself, feeling myself getting a headache, digging the heels of my hands into my eyes as I plop down on my bed, hating to think that we were looking at the same email, that we got the same email at the same time, it all feeling too close for comfort* *I still had such childhood resentment towards Anthony, just the thought of him brought me back to being a teenage girl who felt rejected and abandoned by the one person she trusted with her entire heart, the one boy she thought would be by her side forever, a person she envisioned marrying and having babies with, pure fantasies of adolescence* *I was older now, but that hurt girl and her shattered dreams still lingered and the mere thought of Anthony brought her to the surface, anger filling me at the notion that he has always been so close and yet he’s never reached out, he knows where I am and yet he never came looking for me, granted neither did I but I was the one who felt slighted, I wasn’t the one who did anything wrong* *my teenage crush had faded with time, having met new people and found my passion in science and medicine, and finding like-minded people really helped, feeling that I flourished while being here at university, but it was like a freight train hitting me full force when I imagined his cute crooked grin that always used to make my stomach drop deliciously, knowing now he’d be so grown up and fucking drop dead handsome and it would probably destroy me all over again* *I grabbed my phone, pulling up Instagram and typing in ‘Anthony C’ before realizing what I was doing, this being so stupid, he was just my tutoree and nothing more, we wouldn’t become friends again and especially nothing more than that, I would help him not fail his class and I’d send him on his way to become pro and he’d live his life and I’d live mine, we’d be just like all the other pairs and that was that, nothing more nothing less* *I close out of the app just as quickly as I opened it before tossing my phone to the end of my bed, forcing myself to move on, grabbing my text book from my desk and throwing myself into my reading and studying, having a bio test at the end of the week, trying to focus as hard as I can on the medical terminology and my flashcards but my mind kept flashing back to Anthony and his adorably annoying smile that I’d be seeing in less than 24 hours* 

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*my apprehension from before had disappeared, you not being a stranger at all, quite the opposite, you knew all about my difficulties with learning and had coached me through it before, you never judged me and I felt so comfortable with you that I knew this was the best the arrangement could be, wondering how this had worked out so well for me* *i chuckle, things somehow coming out on top as I throw my phone onto the bed before beginning to get undressed again, perked up as I head to my ensuite to shower, stepping in and soaping myself up as my mind drifts to you, a smile on my lips as I try and work out when the last time I saw you was, frowning as I couldn’t remember and realising I’d let it go between us a bit, it had been way too long since we’d caught up and that made me sad for our younger selves, us spending every free second we could together, remembering all the sleepovers, camping in the garden, the shared dinners, everything seeming so much simpler back then, chuckling at our innocence as I step out the shower and dry off, deciding to just kick this off and scrolling through my phone to find your number, hoping you still had the same one as I begin to draft a message* ‘Yooo, Renee! Long time!! I’ve just seen the email pairing us up, wanna get together tomorrow for coffee to catch up? :)  *grins and sends, not thinking much of anything as as far as I was aware we’d just drifted apart, it all seeming very natural to me but grateful we’d have a chance to spend some time together again*

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The Unwomanly Face of War

Author: Svetlana Alexievich

First published: 1983

Pages: 372

Rating: ★★★★★

How long did it take: 12 days

No review is needed for this book. It is as gut-wrenching as any true voice crying out from the darkness of war. It also reminds one how alive, how near to our central and Eastern-European minds and hearts this particular war truly is still.

Across the Green Grass Fields

Author: Seana McGuire

First published: 2021

Pages: 174

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 1 day

This is a lovely one. It seemed more for children than the rest of the series (to the point of being almost didactic), but I was glad of it. I was really in need of a "comfort" book and this one delivered on exactly that.

Vigée Le Brun

Author: various

First published: 2016

Pages: 288

Rating: ★★★★★

How long did it take: 1 day

This is a truly beautiful catalogue of works of celebrated during her life and yet somehow forgotten up until 1980s Elisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun. I loved it. I have always been fond of portraits because they carry the stories of people in them as well as the stories of their creation. And Vigée Le Brun´s work truly appeals to my aesthetic tastes.

Solutions and Other Problems

Author: Allie Brosh

First published: 2020

Pages: 519

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 1 day

Put a bitter-sweet smile on my face. Some parts hit me in the chest like a freight train.

You Had Me at Hola

Author: Alexis Daria

First published: 2020

Pages: 384

Rating: ★★★☆☆

How long did it take: 3 days

This was my first ever contemporary adult romance and... it was a pleasant experience. I am probably never going to be a big fan of the genre, but it was a welcome palate cleanser after some really depressing and emotionally (as well as mentally) taxing reads. The story was completely predictable, at times a little slow and dull, but I liked the characters, the Latinx representation and the wholesome feeling the book has throughout. And that cover is gorgeous.

Entertaining Tsarist Russia: Tales, Songs, Plays, Movies, Jokes, Ads, and Images from Russian Urban Life, 1779-1917

Edited by: Louise McReynolds

First published: 1998

Pages: 448

Rating: ★★★☆☆

How long did it take: 7 days

If I should rate it for the educational value - educational as in getting a telling glimpse into a common mind of a common man in the Imperial Russia of the 19th century mostly - the rating would be high. If I should rate it for the literary value and quality of the included texts, it would be very low. Naturally, the excellent and interesting writing of the period has found its recognition (we have all heard of or read Tolstoy and Pushkin etc), and these are the scraps of what we might call "folk artistry" where the "art" part is really the least of the author´s concern. Many of the included text make a reader of today uncomfortable with its sexism, xenophobia, racism and antisemitism so I would advise some caution if you choose to read them. In any case, an interesting collection for anyone vested in researching the period.

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

Author: Susanna Clarke

First published: 2004

Pages: 1006

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 22 days

This book is a delight of storytelling and plot gradation. Set in England during the time of Napoleon and Lord Wellington, it wonderfully combines the real historical characters and events with elements utterly other-worldly. And thus we see that Napoleon was defeated, among other things, by the "English" magic. The folklore of Great Britain is the basis for the rest of the plot and the source which the two magicians - Strange and Norrell - study and use to do their magic. The book has the social observance of custom and human flaws as penetrating and humorously presented as any Jane Austen novel yet at the same time Susanna Clarke conjures up scenes of complete desolation, terror and bleakness when she needs to. This book does many things at once and does them very, very well, no plot thread is useless and everything ties together in the end. Considering the length of the novel, it certainly takes you on a journey, starting off slow but being all the more rewarding to those who persevere. Just the ending I wished a bit different. For even though it makes complete sense, it was not as satisfying as I wanted it to be.

Stamped from the Beginning: The Definitive History of Racist Ideas in America

Author: Ibram X. Kendi

First published: 2016

Pages: 582

Rating: ★★★★★

How long did it take: 12 days

Important and above all illuminating. I definitely learned a lot and it put many things I have already known into their correct context and perspective. A neccessary read for anyone living in European-based society.

Caravaggio

Author: Milo Manara

First published: 2015

Pages: 128

Rating: ★★★☆☆

How long did it take: 1 day

Geniální dílo Michelangela Caravaggia jsem objevila poměrně nedávno a byla jsem zcela nadšená. Tento komiks si jistě zaslouží ocenění za výtvarnou stránku a tím, že dýchne vším tím ošklivým, v čem Caravaggio žil, aniž by to narušilo jeho schopnost vnímat krásu. Odhalených zadnic a poprsí je na 120 stránkách bohužel tolik, že je jasné, že Milo Manara si je prostě nedokázal odpustit, ne proto, že by byly pro příběh nějak zásadní, což je vždycky problematické. Celkově zajímavě zpracovaný příběh o jednom nenormálním leč skutečně talentovaném umělci od jiného poněkud sexem-posedlého talentovaného umělce. Jen je vtipné, že mezi všemi těmi nahotinkami není jediný náznak Caravaggiovi bisexuality, ne-li přímo homosexuality. Na to asi Manara neměl dost odvahy.

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

Author: V.E. Schwab

First published: 2020

Pages: 560

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 8 days

This was possibly the most talked-about and hyped book of 2020, so it feels rather useless rehashing what it is about. I am just going to say I liked it. It was beautifully written (this was my first V.E. Schwab), I enjoyed the historical parts a great deal and even the contemporary setting had very charming moments (I tend to be bored to tears by anything set in a modern world, so this was a nice surprise). I only cannot decide if the ending was frustrating or clever.

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Bleak in the Light of Hope

@twinstarsweek summer storm/injury

“Fucking remind me why the fuck were out here in a goddamn typhoon?!”

“Kacchan, it’s part of our job to help people no matter what.”

“Shut the fuck up Deku, I didn’t ask your opinion. If people are stupid enough not to prepare it ain’t my problem.”

The blonde wasn’t wrong in a way. Unlike a tsunami, typhoon’s came with an advanced warning thanks to weather tracking. But while scientists had predicted when it would reach Japan, they hadn’t expected it to turn and hit Tokyo directly or strengthen into a category 4 typhoon by the time it did. Most of the modern buildings would weather the storm fine, but Japan was full of older buildings scattered throughout the city that couldn’t.

Toss into the mix flooding from the sheer volume of rain, broken gas lines triggering outbreaks of fires, and storm surges battering the coasts, the pro heroes had their hands full. So, the students were brought in to assist, told first to check on their families, then jump in and help wherever they were needed.

“Can we just focus Kacchan! I don’t wanna be here anymore than you do!” After helping secure their parents residences in Musutafu, the pair were unwillingly stuck in the same area of Shizuoka prefecture together.

Cries for help were coming in from all around them. Be it elderly individuals who weren’t able to secure windows, to restaurants who’s gas lines broke and needed to be shut down. Older style homes with heavy tile roofing became projectiles in the 140 mph winds. It was like a war zone with nature on one side and humans on the other.

The pair had taken shelter in an older warehouse type building. It was clear of people, so they took the opportunity to reassess what to do next. Outside, the winds sounded like a freight train ripping along the tracks. The sealed-up building shook and trembled as the pressure inside mounted. This was bad, like really bad. Izuku was growing worried that something would have to give.

“Do you feel that?” His eyes constantly flicking back and forth around the space. “We should get moving,” Izuku prompts his friend. The pressure change inside the building was palpable.

“This place seems strong enough to hold out, so why the fuck we gotta go back out there?! Do you not realize how strong that wind is?!”

“Kacchan, it’s…”

Loud explosions and massive popping sounds ricochet in a domino effect all around them. They have no time to react when the pressure built up inside the building finally implodes. The men dive for cover as the walls and roof collapse in on them. It was all they could do.

By the time Katsuki wakes up and realizes the situation they’d landed in, the pair were pinned down with minimal room to move. It was pitch black and dust filled his lungs from all the debris floating in the air. He starts to cough when he hears a moaning sound close by.  “Deku?!”

“Ka—cchan…”

Oh, shit that didn’t sound good! He takes out his phone from his pocket and turns on the flashlight option. ‘Hell, yeah it still works!’ They were trapped under a large slab of concrete, possibly a fallen floor from above them. It was kept propped by even more broken concrete and twisted metal beams. As far as Katsuki could assess, he could sit up but not stand, and to move he would have to crawl.

He gets on his hands and knees. “Deku talk to me!”

“H-Hurts… Kacchan…”

The blonde follows the sound of his friends voice a few feet until the outline of the man’s red shoes comes into view. Katsuki crawls faster. “Can you move?!”

“No.”

Fuck. When he reaches Izuku his heart drops as his eyes fall on the piece of rebar sticking out of the man’s arm and a small pool of blood underneath it. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” He needed to get the bar out and stop the bleeding. Katsuki sits beside the man, scanning and calculating just how in the hell was he supposed to do just that.

“Kacchan, just leave me, get out if you can before anything else decides to go.”

“Shut the fuck up, Deku! I ain’t fucking leaving you here dumbass!”

Precious seconds were passing by as the blonde assessed the situation. He had an idea but wasn’t sure if he could actually pull it off. If he could control the explosion in a precise manner and split the rebar into two pieces, he could pull out the part that pinning Izuku’s arm.

“This is gonna hurt so, I don’t know, fucking bite down hard and look away.”

Katsuki holds the rebar between his palms, both applying pressure in a downward trajectory to keep it from moving as well as to create a vacuum space in his hands. He focuses deeper than he’s ever done before, knowing that any miscalculation could result in causing another collapse or blowing his friends arm off. “I’m gonna start counting down from three.” He talks out loud so Izuku knows what’s going on.

Taking a slow, deep breath Katsuki begins.

And on the count of one releases a powerful, pinpoint explosion against the half inch diameter piece of rebar. The loud bang echoes painfully in their confines and rattles the surrounding structure. Katsuki stiffens for a moment, bracing himself for the worst-case scenario, but luckily the vibrations only kicked up dust and the fallen structure holds.

He slowly releases his hands from the superheated metal. It was snapped! The top portion remained stuck in the concrete above them, but now he could remove the piece still in Izuku. “I’m gonna pull it out, are you ready?”

“No, just hurry up.”

This time, Katsuki uses his knees to hold down Izuku’s arm, one on each side around the bar. He then takes hold of the rebar with both hands. “Brace!” He cries out as he yanks as quickly as he can.

Izuku’s high-pitched scream blasts the space, but Katsuki wasn’t finished. He immediately turns the bar over and takes the end that he’d just broken off that was still hot and sticks it into the man’s wounds to cauterize it. The blonde flinches as his friend’s body reacts, trying to flail from the pain. He holds steady with his legs, counting the seconds. One second, two second, check the wound. Two more seconds, finally the bleeding looked like it had stopped.

Katsuki drops the broken rebar to the side, gets off his friends arm, and slumps back, releasing the air he didn’t realize he’d been holding in. After a few seconds of silence, “You still alive, Deku?”

“Barely. Thank you Kacchan f-for doing that.”

The man’s voice was weak and Katsuki didn’t like that at all. He grabs Izuku’s hand and squeezes, “well, don’t you dare die on me nerd. I ain’t about to be pulling a dead body out of here.”

“I’ll do my best,” Izuku croaks back.

Their situation was still dire, and the blonde knew it. His friend had lost a lot of blood and that alone could send the man into shock. He need to get them out of there, but he couldn’t see a way out. The rubble was packed so densely, it wasn’t allowing even the tiniest sliver of light through. Everyone was probably still in the midst of the typhoon efforts and here they were, now the victims needing saving. Katsuki texts Eijiro and Uraraka hoping they would answer, giving their approximate location. Both classmates answers immediately that they were on their way, but it would take them about at least an hour since they were in different prefectures.

With nothing more he can do about their situation the blonde lays down next to his friend. He was mentally and physically exhausted, ready to take a nice hot shower and crash. It was also awkward being there in the dark, silent space with the sound of the hurricane winds and rains still battering outside with occasional creaks and groans from what was left of this building. Guess the void they were stuck in did have one plus point. It kept the weather away.

They pass the time in silence which unless he were to check his phone, Katsuki couldn’t tell how long it really was. To him it felt like forever, waiting, the sounds around them made eerier in the darkness. It gave too much time for his mind to wander into territories he’d long avoided. Or maybe it was the fact, he could have lost his childhood friend that tormented him. Such a notion churned his stomach more than he wanted to admit, but what if instead of the rebar… no, he didn’t want to think about it.

Katsuki reaches out and takes hold of Izuku’s hand.

“Kacchan?”

“Shhh! Don’t speak!” To talk about it would have to make it real despite the fact it was actually happening; the why of holding Izuku’s hand. It felt so weird and wonderful at the same time to hold his friend’s hand. Intimacy without acknowledging it. “J-Just squeeze my hand once in a while so I know you’re still awake.”

Almost understanding his turmoil, Izuku could feel a slight tremble coming off of his friend, and the choked tone of his words. His heart knew the hothead cared even if he rarely showed it and if the situation were reversed, he would be struggling to keep it together. He squeezes his hand back and leaves the topic alone, content to simply have his friend by his side. “Okay, Kacchan…”

[jadaleedesign]

Proof2 - Part1

As you’ll be able to see, I haven’t been able to go out and stick my poster anywhere in the world yet. I will do this tomorrow (Wednesday).

But for now, this is what I’ve done with my poster:

I decided that I like sideways type for the title, but Nany helped me realize that the typeface was too decorative and hard to read as a sideways title. This led to me using freight text pro for my title as well as my copy. I also flipped my image around and played with scale a bit. Again, this picture is from Alice Alinari from the website Unsplash.

Tomorrow I will make a second part to this post with photos of my poster out in the world- on a bulletin board or something of the likes.

[kingofdirtandnothing]

wemultitudinous asked:

“ i want to be someone who isn’t a burden. ” // for john, from alex

When John wakes, the inside of his mouth feels like it’s coated with wet paint. It tastes like it, too. He tries to blink open eyelids that feel like they weigh ten pounds each, and gives up. Whatever time of day it is, it’s too damn early. He turns on his side, hooking an arm around a trim waist. All he knows is there’s something he needs to say.

“Ayer fui un cabrón. Perdóname.” Sorry for being an asshole.

“I don’t speak Spanish, honeybee.” The slow, rolling vowels drag him the rest of the way out of sleep bodily, the reality of last night crashing down around him. John’s stomach roils and he sits upright, not doing himself any favors. 

A bathroom stall. “Oui, lá, s’il te plaît—” Blood in his mouth. Don’t fucking touch me. 

Then he was careening through the street, drunk and furious and all alone of his own doing but still pissed about it. Thomas actually stopped a damn cab for him, which should have been red flag enough. But he’d leaned out into the streetlight and said my my, you look like a man who needs a ride and that was it.

And god, did he. Thomas was as much like a shark in the bedroom like he was everywhere else, and he pinged each and every one of John’s things with little more than a few minutes and copper tinged kisses.

So he’d spent the remains of his night straddling Thomas’ strong thighs, hands latched onto his shins for balance, spine like a bow and head dropped back,  lost in the damn constant stream of words from the man fucking up into him. 

(All it took was once. One single look at you and the way John’s dick twitched and filled and Thomas spent the rest of the time mashing on that particular button. You look so good for me, baby. Let me watch you, sweetie. Come for me, honey.)

John feels sick. 

Thomas, completely unbothered by John’s sudden movement, rolls to the edge of the bed and puts his feet down gently, swaggering into John’s bathroom like he owns the place. “Fuck.” John buries his face into his hands with a groan.

Fuck. 

By the time Thomas is done “freshening up”, John’s stomach has settled enough for him to go brush his teeth, though he can’t bring himself to look in the mirror. He doesn’t want to look at himself right now. God knows what he’d see. (There’s bruises somewhere on him. He can feel them.) John just has time to spit and wipe his mouth on the towel before he hears the knock. 

Fuck Fuck!

John skids down the hallway in nothing but his boxers, careering into the hallway wall hard enough to rattle his teeth. Just in time for Thomas to open the door, the prick. Right to a wide eyed Alexander, who was holding grocery bags in both his hands and looking like a kicked stray.

Motherfuck. 

“Well well, Johnny. Looks like you double booked yourself, dumplin’.” And God, it’s so fucking obvious in that moment. Because he can see Alex’s couch almost superimposed over his vision, the beautiful girl beneath him with no top on. I may have double booked myself. 

The only way John’s broken heart could be more obvious is if fate had handed him a pretty little Caribbean boy with big, impossible dark eyes for John to fall in bed with. Instead, it gave him the other side of the coin. Brash and too smart for his own good, and talkative enough to drown out the misery in John’s head. All night long. 

“Take it from an old pro.” Thomas winks at him, and John has never needed a shower so badly in his life. “Give yourself a couple of hours to rest between gentleman callers.” There’s something like rage trembling through John’s shoulders, fingers bunching up into fists at his sides. But Thomas is at the top of his game. Already dressed. Shoes on. Ready to stroll right out the door. 

He pats Alex on the chest, taking advantage of the surprise that seems to have stilled the man. “Take it easy on him for a couple of hours, Hamilton. He wore himself out on me.” John doesn’t think. He throws the first thing he brings to hand, which is one of his sneakers that hurtles out the door and hits the far wall. Thomas cackles Call Me!  In a sing-song as he makes for the stairs. 

John has never felt slimier. And Alexander has never looked smaller. 

“Jesus, come in.” He tries for a laugh, anything to break the mood, but it comes out brittle. John takes the bags from Alex’s numb hands, circling back behind him to grab his shoe, shutting the door quickly behind him. “Sorry.”

Sorry doesn’t begin to cover it. There aren’t enough apologies in the world to scrub the nasty feeling from John’s skin, but he’s stuck with it now. Just like after he falls. The drop is fun, the weeks after when he has to heal aren’t.

Looking down into the bag is the hard left that comes after the right cross of shame. Guilt. Because he sees long grain rice and pinto beans, and he can read Alex’s apology in the space between the logos. 

His mother’s recipe. And one that took all day to cook. An excuse to stick around. For Alexander to make himself feel useful, to make Alexander believe that if he had use to you, then you wouldn’t make him leave. 

And all of this was John’s fault. His stomach clenches up on him, and for one long second he’s afraid he’s really gonna puke. But he gets the bile back down his throat and takes the bags into the kitchen, laying out the ingredients with tender care, along with the pots and pans that Alex would need. 

“Lemme-” His voice catches, and John has to close his eyes for a beat, back turned to Alexander to pull himself together. “Lemme get some clothes on and I’ll come help.” He hurries out of the kitchen before Alex can change his mind about being there, and jogs into his bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him.

He doesn’t want Alexander to see the rumpled sheets that Thomas slept on. Fuck, he doesn’t want to look at them. He grabs hold of the duvet cover and yanks, the sheets and pillows coming along too. John makes a mountain of them in the corner of his room and reaches into his closet. There’s one quick glimpse of himself in the mirror that he can’t avoid, freckled chest peppered with sharp little bites that sunk in against the skin.

Of course Thomas would leave a mark. 

John murmurs a ‘fuck’ and pulls on the first shirt he sees, and a pair of basketball shorts, grabbing the first hair tie on his dresser and pulling his hair back into a messy lump, hurrying back out into the living room. 

Alex was still there. 

Relief hits him like a goddamn freight train, and John has to spend a second with his hand flat against the kitchen table to catch his breath. He can read Alex as easily now as he reads his mountain of texts, or his rants and raves at the bar, or on his couch. He says more in the dejected slump of his shoulders than he’d say in any word today. 

His fingers curled against the counter say I hurt you and I’m sorry just as his bowed head says I don’t know how I did it. Every inch of him radiates some sort of bruise. Lost friends. Lost loves. Lost family. (One time, one single, solitary time he heard Alex say she was sick and she held me and it’s haunted John ever since.)

John wants desperately to get down on his knees. To beg for forgiveness. To grab hold of some part of Alexander and swear on his life that he’ll never let go. But Alexander was water. The tighter you held him, the less you had. But if you were patient, if you laid the tracts of irrigation and waited, he’d fill your life with lush greenery. Of the mind. Of the soul. 

He stops on his way to the kitchen to turn the speakers on, lofi to fill the strained spaces of silence around them. John thinks about saying you let me love you every other way, why not this? And what about him is better than me and tell me you at least enjoyed it. But he doesn’t say any of it. John has been selfish enough for one day. 

Onto the cold tile floor on bare feet, John stops behind Alex. He can feel the breath being held between them. He swallows, drops his head. Presses a kiss to the seam of Alex’s shirt, where it curled over his shoulder. 

“Je suis désolé.”

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It's Nice That

It’s Nice That

[emflem-x]

To the man whose wife or partner has anxiety,

You might have heard that she has anxiety from sitting by her side in a doctors office, holding her hands while the tears steam down her face. You might have seen her get angry and explode because she's overwhelmed. Wondering where this rage has come from. You might have seen her sit quietly staring into the distance with a panic in her eye.

You might have guessed, or she might have told you, but either way there are things you should know.

Anxiety isn't a one size fits all, it isn't consistent and it isn't always easy to tell. You might think she's just snapped at you, but it was anxiety that did it, you might think she's angry, but it's the anxiety that's got a choke hold, you might think she's not enjoying herself when you go out and it's your fault, but it's not. It's anxiety.

You know how she can't understand when she asks you what are you thinking, why you would respond with "nothing"... it's because she never thinks nothing. Her thoughts replay like a freight train in her head full steam ahead, over and over. It's exhausting for her. It's why she's tired.

There isn't a day that goes by where she doesn't think. She thinks about everything, and usually it is the worst case scenario. She worries that something will go wrong. That some days if she leaves the house, something will happen. Kidnapping, deaths, falls, cars spinning out of control, that's why she can't just leave the house or just go out, even though you've suggested it with good intentions. But it's not so easy. That's why when she's home alone or out by herself she will text you a million times, telling you her every move or telling you everything that's going wrong, she knows you can't change anything, she knows you feel helpless, but so does she, that's why she needs to share it with you, otherwise her head will explode with panic.

Sometimes she wonders why you're with her, and if you knew she had anxiety would you still be there, do you regret it? Being with her? Do you wish you were with someone else that didn't have this vice around their neck?

I want you to know I see that this is tough on you, tough to see your loved one hurt, tough on you, the pressure for you would be immense. But don't think for a second she doesn't see you, don't think for a second she doesn't worry about you too. she even gets anxiety about you. She knows it's not your fault, and she knows you want to fix her and in the way that means you help her, but you can't fix her. She's not broken.

But you can help her, you can loosen the vice. You can see what gets too much for her, the crowds of people or bed time, dinner time, see it and help her by holding her hand and tell her you're with her. Do it with her, take over, tell her to sit down for a while and breathe.

If you see her struggling with appointments, reschedule them for her, encourage her to take it slowly. Too much is overwhelming for her, even though she has good intentions. Don't make her feel bad for missing an appointment, a party, whatever. She wanted to go, but she couldn't. She already feels bad. Tells her it's okay. Take the kids out for a play when you see her struggling, encourage her to take time out for herself. If the kids are awake all night and she's worse if she has less sleep, get up with her, take over. Tell her to go back to bed.

Sometimes the answer won't be so obvious. Sometimes she won't even know the answer is to what she needs, but so long as your patient with her, she will feel your love.

She or you won't benefit if you get frustrated, it'll just escalate and make both of you miserable. She doesn't want her anxiety to define your relationship and when you are patient, you're telling her you're willing to do the same.

Anxiety is heartbreaking for her. Really it is. She wishes she could just feel free. The free feeling of just being carefree and not a prisoner to this ugly illness. Free of the voice that follows her listing all her insecurities.

Not every day will be bad, and those days should be celebrated, but on the bad days, still celebrate her, because she needs it.

She appreciates you, she loves you. She's vulnerable and scared. But she chose you to share her biggest deepest scar tissue that resides in her heart, and she knew the day she met you that you were the one worthy enough to see her in all her imperfections. She will love you with that whole heart, and you know she will because she's already listed the pros and cons 😉... and just as you are by her side she will be fiercely loyal to yours. Forever and ever, you just to need take her hand and tell her, "I am with you"

Love,

A wife, a woman and a mumma who has anxiety.

[hollermehome]

To the man whose wife or partner has anxiety,

You might have heard that she has anxiety from sitting by her side in a doctors office, holding her hands while the tears steam down her face. You might have seen her get angry and explode because she's overwhelmed. Wondering where this rage has come from. You might have seen her sit quietly staring into the distance with a panic in her eye.

You might have guessed, or she might have told you, but either way there are things you should know.

Anxiety isn't a one size fits all, it isn't consistent and it isn't always easy to tell. You might think she's just snapped at you, but it was anxiety that did it, you might think she's angry, but it's the anxiety that's got a choke hold, you might think she's not enjoying herself when you go out and it's your fault, but it's not. It's anxiety.

You know how she can't understand when she asks you what are you thinking, why you would respond with "nothing"... it's because she never thinks nothing. Her thoughts replay like a freight train in her head full steam ahead, over and over. It's exhausting for her. It's why she's tired.

There isn't a day that goes by where she doesn't think. She thinks about everything, and usually it is the worst case scenario. She worries that something will go wrong. That some days if she leaves the house, something will happen. Kidnapping, deaths, falls, cars spinning out of control, that's why she can't just leave the house or just go out, even though you've suggested it with good intentions. But it's not so easy. That's why when she's home alone or out by herself she will text you a million times, telling you her every move or telling you everything that's going wrong, she knows you can't change anything, she knows you feel helpless, but so does she, that's why she needs to share it with you, otherwise her head will explode with panic.

Sometimes she wonders why you're with her, and if you knew she had anxiety would you still be there, do you regret it? Being with her? Do you wish you were with someone else that didn't have this vice around their neck?

I want you to know I see that this is tough on you, tough to see your loved one hurt, tough on you, the pressure for you would be immense. But don't think for a second she doesn't see you, don't think for a second she doesn't worry about you too. she even gets anxiety about you. She knows it's not your fault, and she knows you want to fix her and in the way that means you help her, but you can't fix her. She's not broken.

But you can help her, you can loosen the vice. You can see what gets too much for her, the crowds of people or bed time, dinner time, see it and help her by holding her hand and tell her you're with her. Do it with her, take over, tell her to sit down for a while and breathe.

If you see her struggling with appointments, reschedule them for her, encourage her to take it slowly. Too much is overwhelming for her, even though she has good intentions. Don't make her feel bad for missing an appointment, a party, whatever. She wanted to go, but she couldn't. She already feels bad. Tells her it's okay. Take the kids out for a play when you see her struggling, encourage her to take time out for herself. If the kids are awake all night and she's worse if she has less sleep, get up with her, take over. Tell her to go back to bed.

Sometimes the answer won't be so obvious. Sometimes she won't even know the answer is to what she needs, but so long as your patient with her, she will feel your love.

She or you won't benefit if you get frustrated, it'll just escalate and make both of you miserable. She doesn't want her anxiety to define your relationship and when you are patient, you're telling her you're willing to do the same.

Anxiety is heartbreaking for her. Really it is. She wishes she could just feel free. The free feeling of just being carefree and not a prisoner to this ugly illness. Free of the voice that follows her listing all her insecurities.

Not every day will be bad, and those days should be celebrated, but on the bad days, still celebrate her, because she needs it.

She appreciates you, she loves you. She's vulnerable and scared. But she chose you to share her biggest deepest scar tissue that resides in her heart, and she knew the day she met you that you were the one worthy enough to see her in all her imperfections. She will love you with that whole heart, and you know she will because she's already listed the pros and cons 😉... and just as you are by her side she will be fiercely loyal to yours. Forever and ever, you just to need take her hand and tell her, "I am with you"

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