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clarktooncrossing · 1 year ago

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Giraffe's Eye View: Christmas Specials Special (2023) | Care Bears Nutcracker

Chestnuts are roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost is nipping at your nose. Mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again. All the dogs in the neighborhood somehow learned to bark Jingle Bells in sync. Yet retail workers are still more annoyed with Mariah Carey. Snow is getting shoveled, tossed, and formed into sentient beings leading parades without permits. It makes for an excellent distraction as the Krampus abducts children for bad behavior. Fruitcake is exchanged only to find its permanent home in the garbage. Terrorists have hijacked the Holiday office party right before your boss can give you a Jelly of the Month Club membership as your bonus. And of course, the Turducken has returned to wreak its fiery vengeance upon an unsuspecting world! If all this doesn’t put you in the Christmas spirit, perhaps these following Holiday specials will!

Greetings people of today and robots of tomorrow! It is I, Santa Clark, your geeky giraffe friend with a deep love of Christmas! My obsession for the yuletide is rivaled only by Maleficent’s hatred for it, which is saying a lot considering she once teamed up with Mad Madam Mim to kidnap the literal Spirit of Christmas. Yes, that really happened. I know this due to my annual pilgrimage to the Island of Misfit Specials, home to obscure or nerdy festive media ranging from movies, TV episodes, and comics. It’s no easy journey. Constantly I find myself confronted by sinister snowmen, genocidal gingerbread men, and worst of all, crappy commercials. Getting stabbed in the foot by a candy-cane wielding cookie is one thing, but I swear I’ve seen that ad for Wilbur’s White Elephant Gift Emporium more times than I’ve seen Miracle on 34th Street! Sometimes at night I catch myself reciting that jingle. Wilbur’s White Elephant Gift Emporium: Where Christmas meets Convenience! Huh, maybe Maleficent had a point.

Nah, my deep-rooted appreciation for this time of year can weather even the most moronic marketing! It helps that most of the merry media I’ve seen have put me in the perfect Holiday mood! Examples include the time a Ninja Turtle found himself trapped in a truck full of stollen toys, a drunk department store Santa stumbling onto a wish-granting magic bag, Big Bird nearly becoming a popsicle, Gwenpool waking up in a world where Galactus took the place of jolly ol’ Saint Nicholas, a terrifying tree stump trying to slaughter some saps over a stupid ship war, and the year when Death gave the Little Match Girl the greatest gift of all. Needless to say, I thought I had seen it all. That is, until I took my friends on a trip to the Island, tasking them to find me new, strange, seasonal specials to review! Some of them were fair, finding me festive favorites as comforting as coco in front of the fireplace. Others were fiendish, wanting to feed off my misery like Gremlins after midnight. Regardless of how naughty or nice my companions were, I’ve compiled all of their suggestions into a makeshift advent calendar! So stay tuned everyday until Christmas to see how badly my buddies can shred what little sanity I have left.

On the second day of Christmas, my buddies gave to me...

For the record, it says something when nobody's even made a GIF for what I'm about to review.

Malicious as Molly was, she may have set the bar too high with Barbie. For along comes the fairy Claire (YourClairyGodmother), set on proving that the ‘all Canadians are friendly’ claim is a myth. Having recently reviewed a slew of their work herself, she saw fit to share her suffering with me by burdening me with a Care Bears Christmas caper of my choice. Oh how nice, my executioner allowed me to pick how I get to die! Mirroring Grumpy Bear’s dour attitude, I scoured the Care Bears Wiki to make my selection, all the while wondering how this franchise is still alive after all this time. Starting out in 1981 as greeting card characters, these bears became a beloved series of plush toys parents killed each other over at Black Friday’s. Not gonna lie, having Sinbad and Arnie fight over Funshine Bear would’ve made Jingle all the Way that much funnier. It’d certainly be more entertaining then what I ended up picking, that being Care Bears Nutcracker Suite. Dear Santa, I don’t remember asking for endless torment. At this rate getting my nuts cracked probably wouldn’t be as excruciating. Still, perhaps I’m being pessimistic. Let’s give them the benefit of the doubt and jump right in! After all, these bears beat out Black Cauldron at the box office. Surely they have something special to offer here.

Like terrible child voice actors. We’ve got those in spades here! Okay, I know it’s not nice to call out kids who are only here because of parental peer pressure, but A Charlie Brown Christmas set the bar so high two decades prior! Though to be fair, maybe this is like Hayden Christensen regaling Padme about sand. You can only do so much when the script serves you verbal fruitcake on a platter. Such as when one of the kids, tricked into portraying the Rat King in an elementary production of the ballet by his sister, rightfully laments how lame the show is. Seeing one of her students complaining, our blonde ballet instructor halts class in order to tell a self-insert fanfiction where she herself is Clara. Whoa, deja vuh.

For all of you fearful that this is going to get repetitive, put your worries at ease. The writers made no effort to make the narrative comprehensive here. Instead of a mysterious family member, our Young Clara stand-in Anna (Tara Strong) is visited by Funshine Bear (Susan Roman) and Grumpy (Bob Dermer). Right as they tumble down the chimney ready to help this privileged dork with whatever first world problem she has, a dimensional rift abruptly appears in her room, dropping out the titular Nutcracker (Michael Beattie) and an army of rats. Sadly this time they’re not led by Tim Curry and they’re even less intimidating than before. Whereas previously they at least had swords, now they rush forward into battle with nothing but the clothes on their back. As if that wasn’t idiotic enough, they’re easily frightened off by the two bears and Anna’s younger brother Peter (Stuart Stone) in a trench coat. Wow, I was wondering how they’d top the Mouse King getting taken out by a shrunken woman’s flimsy footwear. You fail at failing to disappoint, Care Bears. Good to know I don’t need to take any of the villains seriously. By chance is it too late to bring back that creepy book lady from the movie? She’d be a better foe than the Vizier (Don Francks), a Jafar wannabe decked out in purple that commands the cowardly vermin. He’s after the Nutcracker so he can, you guessed it, take over the world and ruin Christmas. How he’d ruin Christmas is never explained, though I doubt whatever logic they presented would’ve made sense anyway.

Regardless of the reason, our heroes elect to help Nutcracker in his quest to stop the Vizier, enlisting some Care Bears Cousins to help. Though really I assume it’s to expose kids to more toys they can buy, since Funshine and Grumpy managed to make an entire armada run away in fear. Why else bring in Brave Heart Lion (Dan Hennessey) or Lotsa Heart Elephant (Luba Goy) if not for promotional purposes? Remember kiddies, pester your parents into buying these new friends or else you’ll be a sad loser! Together with Baby Tugs (Melleny Brown) and Hugs (Tracey Moore), they leap into the dimensional portal to restore order to Toyland. Along the way they encounter a bunch of cranky citizens blaming the Vizier’s rise to power on a prince named Alan. Whoa, deja vuh times two. Before anybody asks, yes, once again the Nutcracker is clearly the missing monarch. The rest of our heroes only find out after battling more rodents on a runaway train, meeting a magical fairy that’s as useless as the owl, and getting turned into wood by the Vizier. Our story ends with the titular toy’s humanity easily being restored, the villains being beheaded for war crimes, and the ballet class from earlier never really putting on their pageant as their teacher Anna walks off with her boi toi. Whoa, deja vuh times three. All while the Care Bears watch on from the raptors, waiting to pick the kids off one by one for sport.

Do I even have to say it? Honestly, what point is there in me picking out the flaws? It’d be like stating how pretty Christmas lights are, there’s no purpose in proclaiming something so patent. For the sake of keeping you all from searching up this sugary-coated crap though, I’ll list off my reasons. The pacing was painfully slow, making this extended episode feel like the director’s cut of a Peter Jackson movie. Replacing the charismatic, complex characters of those works are cardboard cutouts who are criminally one-dimensional. Even Grumpy, who I maintain is the best character in this series, feels so one-note. Worst of all is the animation. Much as I dogged out Barbie Nutcracker, I can applaud the ambition on display. Somebody clearly put some effort into the final product. At no time did I feel the same could be said for this. This was some paycheck for an animator who clearly wanted nothing to do with these blasted bears. And if all the behind the scenes stories Claire told me are any indication, I might not be too far off. Needless to say, I did not care for this special. I also didn’t care for you suggesting it to me, Claire! So when Seerius dumps something rotten into your stocking, just know that’s from me! For now though, I need a better Holiday special featuring a character voiced by Tara Strong.

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enderwoah · 4 years ago

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a short post about fundy that turned into a rant

the dreamsmp fandom on fundy only has two sides:

“wilbur neglected fundy and never gave him any attention!!!!! he never put him in any position of power, completely never paid attention to him, always focused on tommy and did nothing to help him EVER!! hence why he rebelled and ran for president!!”

“wilbur always paid attention to fundy and babied him constantly!!!! that’s partially why he rebelled so he could be in power, blah blah blahh, but it made tommy mad and!” etc etc

i feel like the second opinion tends to be the least accurate. wilbur did baby fundy, yeah, when he remmebered him! has anyone noticed (i might have said this before) that fundy was the only person that wasn’t in a position of power in l’manburg? like it was there, on the wiki. tubbo was like, secretary of state, tommy was the right hand man, wilbur was the prez, ofc, but fundy? citizen. WHAT? how do you make a FOUNDING FATHER a CITIZEN?!

augh.

fundy is my favortie character for the sole reason of his backstory. it’s like. everyone else’s character is deffo made for a roleplay -- basically a blank slate for things to happen to them. a self-insert. (except for wilbur’s ive talked about that before tho.) FUNDY. FUNDY is a book character. the son of the general/president, elisted into your father’s war and tossed aside in favor of his even younger right hand man, thinking that you’re not experienced enough to do anything important??? bruh.

i wrote something on discord about this once, under the cut

“and can we talk about fundy??? he (as a person, floris) wants to be on pogtopia's side, but honestly? fundy's in-rp character would be better off being like 'yeah, i wanna join my dad's side! because....you know...im supposed to.' but then we consider the fact that wilbur basically never paid any attention to fundy as a son -- have y'all EVER thought about the fact that fundy is the ONLY FOUNDING FATHER that ISNT mentioned in the anthem?? 'with wilbur, tommy, tubbo, not eret???' are you kidding me wilbur?? he was also the only person that wasnt in a postion of power. seriously?

schlatt actually put fundy into power, so i feel like it'd be more ic for him to originally be like yeah, i wanna be on wilbur's side before realizing that schlatt treats him better than wilbur ever did.”

look, i would have been SLAIN if fundy started out as someone who wanted to be on pogtopia’s side who slowly grew to accept schlatt because ‘woah...this guy actually let me be powerful? he let me DO THINGS, i’m...important??’

i totally get him staying there because genuinely, nobody irl wants to be on schlatts side (let me be with the funky roleplay man not the senile old guy who is also equally good at roleplaying and just as cool as wilbur and why doesn’t anyone want to be on schlatt’s side can someone pLEASE EXPLAIN??), but in terms of being in character, gosh, that’d be pretty funky.

my friend on the discord, mae, said it as follows

“It feels like Fundy wanted to show his father that he is strong, which would explain why he decided to run against Pog2020 in the election. It's clear that Fundy doesn't really want to be on Schlatt's side, however this is the first time that someone has given him this powerful position and he doesn't want to lose that by joining Pogtopia.

Just like you said when you talked about Fundy not being in the L'manburg anthem, Wilbur also said that Fundy was 'too young' and that 'he doesn't understand' when Schlatt said that he wanted to promote Fundy.“

AND OH ABSOLUTELY AMAZING YES YES I LOVE 100%!!!

ive written a couple of fics about wilbur and something that i really jump on is the fact that his character REALLY wants people to be dependent on him, so when fundy ran against him and then took it a step further and practically disowned him? direct punch in the gut to wilbur's villain desires.

wilbur wants power. he wants control. all of those things have to do with others. and if he cant have it then, in his own words, no one can, and him keeping fundy out of power is his way to keep control over him.

because who knows how fundy would have acted if he was in more control than wilbur? unpredictable, so dangerous.

thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

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dinosaurtsukki · 4 years ago

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BSD x university au hc’s | pt. 2

part 2 of the university au hc’s !! i am obviously a slut for chuuya and fyodor so don’t mind me. i hope you guys like this !!

check out pt. 1 here

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Akutagawa Ryuunosuke:

i love akutagawa ryuunosuke my angst child but i’m just like ‘hmmmmmmm’ when it comes to what his course would probably be

after extensive research aka reading his character page on wiki i feel like maybe he’d be a history major because,,,, he likes antiques?

well his clothes do seem very dark academia-esque and i can see him liking something as cool as history

akutagawa’s probably into something like war history but he’s not weird about it he just finds it really cool how different strategies work or analyzing what exactly makes the winners win

he absolutely HATES the fact that he keeps having to read the Iliad for class

he’s also that classmate who INTENSIVELY DEFENDS achilles for being a bit of a little bitch (but he fully agrees that patroclus and achilles were gay af ok this was random moving on)

akutagawa has practically no social life. he doesn’t go to parties, he doesn’t talk to his roommate, he doesn’t even like to eat in the dining hall

BUT he absolutely loves being in debate team because WINNING

he’s such a nightmare to work with though but he just delivers so well when it’s time for him to speak. like, if he’s on a negative and it’s time to hash out rebuttals, just prepare to get MURDERED

other debaters: “esteemed scholars and adjudicators...”

akutagawa: “you, sir, have no idea how wrong you are.”

that is until dazai decided to randomly show up at a debate tournament all ‘la di da da’ like and completely crushed akutagawa along with his ego

from then on he started stalking dazai and just SOMEHOW managed to end up in his circle of friends

even though he’s antisocial in real life, akutagawa 100% runs a dark academia aesthetic blog on tumblr i’m right and i don’t accept criticism

it’s actually really good he has a ton of followers and even does requests for moodboards if someone asks nicely

atsushi was the one who actually found out about it but he’s nice so he didn’t tell akutagawa about it

kunikida probably follows that blog

Chuuya Nakahara:

if this part sounds like i’m just thirsting for chuuya then you’re absolutely right i love wine man

don’t get mad at me but i can ABSOLUTELY SEE HIM MAJORING IN FASHION DESIGN I MEAN LOOK AT HIM

he’s just always had such a good eye for fashion and he’s veryyy meticulous when it comes to snipping and putting together clothes

chuuya also carries a sketchbook full of designs and his drawings look amazing and he isn’t afraid to just show them off

that said he doesn’t dress like a tired uni student at all, like he just always looks so on-point and unbothered by his five million deadlines

dazai: chuuya, i said this was a CASUAL LUNCH

chuuya, dressed in what looks like silk pajamas: THIS IS CASUAL

tbh if he just wore a white t-shirt and jeans i would die maybe he’s actually saving us from this ordeal

he has so much talent though as a designer he’s probably had several internships with design companies all throughout his years at uni

i feel like chuuya’s also really active in extracurriculars and has been in leadership positions in some of them (he probably runs the student org for fashion design)

chuuya in a student band though oh my gosh i can’t breathe i can’t breathe him as a VOCALIST?? and wearing torn jeans and eyeliner and that same hat in concerts ican’t brEATHE

okay in all honesty he would thrive being in a band chuuya loves the attention and the creativity of being able to design their whole look and write songs

tbh i don’t know if he’d have a roommate chuuya’s probably the type who’d rather have one of those single rooms or just rent a flat for him to stay in even after graduation

because his social life is super vibrant, he does have a lot of friends and he does make an effort to get to know all of them individually

but he’s more open around those who he’s been friends with for a really long time and as much as he’d like to say dazai isn’t one of them, he is

also chuuya is definitely the type to party hard during the weekends and has more than once crashed in someone’s house after drinking too much (dazai drew on his face on more than one occasion)

Oda Sakunosuke:

i love this man SO MUCH you guys have no idea i would literally die for him

100% this guy majors in creative writing because this is supported by FACTS and not just me wanting to be coursemates with him in this fictional world

super serious and diligent with his work especially since he’s passionate about writing. he loves to read in his spare time and is such a fan of classic novels about social realism or philosophy

oda spends 99% of his time in second-hand bookshops that the owner probably knows him by name at this point

he’s super old school when it comes to writing though, like he still keeps and writes in a notebook before typing it up on a laptop and no matter how many times dazai tells him its impractical, oda just keeps doing it

lmao whenever workshops come around he’s super nice with his critique. i bet a lot of his fellow classmates like sending their writing drafts to him

he draws smiley faces and always adds ‘nice work’ on people’s drafts omg i love odasaku

he’s such an old soul, he probably doesn’t do a whole lot of partying but he likes more quiet, private social events like drinking with close friends or just hanging out and talking at other people’s houses

he and dazai probably met when dazai decided to take an intro to creative writing class and wrote a long poem about double suicide on his first day that kind of put off everyone in the class from wanting to sit with him

odasaku was the only one who wasn’t exactly bothered but he did give dazai some comments to help him with his poetry and dazai instantly wanted to be his friend

in terms of extracurricular life, i can definitely see odasaku joining a writing organization and even the campus newspaper. he does find joy in interviewing students for newspaper articles

he’s also pretty into photography and uses a really old, second-hand camera that he bought at an antique store and fixed himself. at one point he won a prize in a contest

odasaku would be the best roommate. he’s super sensitive to when you have a bad day and will invite you to sit on his bed and hug his pillow and talk about your problems

scratch that, everyone talks to odasaku about their problems and now your room is like a therapist’s office

Edgar Allan Poe:

i swear this was the only gif i could find other than actual edgar allan poe

ANOTHER CREATIVE WRITING BUDDY AHHH I WOULD LOVE TO BE BESTIES WITH HIM AHHH

well actually i feel like since he’s super ambitious and already has a fixed idea on the stuff he likes to write, he’d probably double major in something like forensic science because he’d use it to write his mystery novels

omg that’s where he meets ranpo and now pretty much every main character poe writes is slightly based on on ranpo

it’s a problem. his professor brings it up more than once during his classes but it’s poe’s Thing now

he also has such an unending passion for gothic literature and he wears those white, long-sleeved blouses and waistcoats on a REGULAR BASIS

chuuya probably saw him once and was like ‘hmm, i could pull that off’

poe’s daily route is just going to the library and to class and then go home and that’s about it

he ended up working as a student assistant at the library because he’s just super familiar with the book collections and it’s a job that’s peaceful and quiet

more than once though, he’d just be really in-deep with his writing to the point that he doesn’t even notice that the library has closed or that he hasn’t eaten the entire day

that’s alright though because ranpo always passes by the library at night to check on his friend and (reluctantly) give him some snacks

also since poe’s pretty much a recluse, he doesn’t go to any social event UNLESS it’s a halloween-themed one

he loves going all out with his costumes because he’s a Drama Queen like that but the problem is he keeps dressing up as gothic novel characters and nobody gets it

dazai, trying to guess his costume: umm,, Two-Face from Batman?

poe: IT’S DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

there was this one time when poe took it upon himself to host the halloween party and it was EPIC

he basically designed it as a murder mystery night wherein everyone who came pretended to be guests at a house and then a murder happened

the only problem was that ranpo was conspiring with poe and it was pretty much unfair

except for the fact that ranpo was frustrated at how bad everyone was at deducing that he ended up solving the mystery for them

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

one of my favorite scenes of him in s3 was of fyodor playing the cello because god damn that is beautiful and therefore i am hc-ing him as a music major and you can’t tell me otherwise

fyodor is an absolute music genius and he was definitely scouted by the university’s music program and then he was granted a scholarship (because in this ideal university, the arts are valued)

he purposely decided to go to a university rather than a music conservatory because he’s also interested in learning a bunch of other things

aside from his music classes, he ventures into comparative literature and philosophy, even a bit of computer science at some point

people always assume that since he’s a music major he probably wouldn’t do well in other subjects but SURPRISE BITCH

anyway, fyodor’s a genius because god clearly has favorites

aside from attending class, he’s even part of an official orchestra and has even landed a few solos

that said, he’s quite busy and very preoccupied in his own work to actually have a social life either

you’ll often find him rehearsing by himself in an empty classroom for hours and hours on end (someone pls bring him food he’s also the type to forget to eat or even drink water)

if you are able to catch him perform at an orchestra or just practice by himself, it’s quite a mesmerizing sight. his eyes are often closed so he could focus on the sound alone and his fingers move so elegantly along the neck of the cello

(sorry i just love people who play any form of stringed instrument)

fyodor also takes such good care of his cello. also he would probably kill you on the spot if you touched his bow

he has a fairly small group of friends and they like playing chess together (even though fyodor is better than all of them) and just talk about um,, idk philosophy and stuff (whatever it is smart people do idk i’m not one of them)

i have a feeling he actually follows akutagawa’s dark academia blog and loves his content, even to the point of requesting ‘cello player moodboards’

also because he’s a cello player he needs to take care of his fingers so he wears gloves a lot (idk why i find this hot)

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thebibliomancer · 3 years ago

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #253: CONQUERING VISION

March, 1985

The Vision vs. Quasimodo... in the heart of a machine!

ITS A ROBOT RUMBLE

ON THE INTERNET!

The Avengers seem very perturbed. Or maybe they’ve placed bets and are yelling at each other.

Anyway. Anyyyyyywayyyy.

Last time on Avengers: Vision became confined to a tube and was only fixed when Starfox hooked him up to Titan’s supercomputer ISAAC. While it helped Vision fix himself, it also seems to have changed his personality. Vision began conspiring with ISAAC to build a take-over-the-world-for-its-own-good device so he could take over the world for its own good and erase the evils and inequalities of man.

Vision was hesitant to pull the trigger on becoming a well-intentioned extremist and tried to gain power and influence by becoming the Avengers chairman and trying to make them more prominent with a branch team and closer ties to the White House.

But when anti-mutant arsonists burn down Vision and Scarlet Witch’s house during a new wave of anti-mutant fear, Vision decides ‘mmm yup, taking over the world time’. He distracts the Avengers by sending them to babysit the army as they poke Thanos technology that they shouldn’t poke and accidentally summon the Blood Brothers. And distracts Captain Marvel to go check out Thanos’ ship several light hours away past Pluto. Black Knight shows up unexpectedly but Vision shoves him into a tube to keep him out of trouble.

And now I guess Vision is going to fight Quasimodo the robot guy? Not sure how that fits in.

But first, some West Coast Avengers!

Like I said last time, they didn’t stop doing stuff just because their book is over.

Mockingbird happens to run into some drug runners while getting in some flight practice and figures heck why not beat up an entire boat full of gun-toting people as a light workout.

I guess the Quinjet can hover? Doesn’t seem to have thrusters or repulsors on the bottom or be a VTOL but hey, super advanced possibly Wakanda tech. It can do what it likes.

Mockingbird turns the drug runners over to the Coast Guard and returns to Palos Verdes and even gets to fly into one of those cool cliffside hangers disguised as a perfectly normal cliff. The West Coast Avengers revamped the hell out of the compound they bought.

Can you even legally excavate into a cliff like that? You can if you’re a superhero, I guess.

For some reason, there’s a fakeout where its implied Tigra is licking herself, cat style, but she’s just stretching. At least I hope the joke is that it sounded like she was cat cleaning herself and not something else.

One can never tell.

Anyway, I assume Hawkeye is just annoyed that he’s going to be vacuuming hair out of expensive equipment banks later. But really its that what if he threw a meeting and only he and Tigra came?

Mockingbird comes in not long after Hawkeye complains, slightly delayed from beating up drug runners. Wonder Man comes in shortly after, delayed by

FASHION

You know, this is a pretty great costume for Wonder Man. Its what all his modern outfits are based on when he’s not just dicks out energy man. I think I like the red jacket outfit more because being the only guy who dresses in ‘normal’ clothes while still looking somehow out of fashion with normal people fits for Wonder Man.

But I do love this one too. Its got a simple charm. Deciding that Wonder Man’s colors are black and red instead of Christmas green and red was a great decision and I’m sure that nobody will ever try to put him in red and green again.

Hawkeye grouses “Next, I suppose Iron Man will show up with a new chrome job!” but Iron Man is Sir Not Appearing in This Comic.

And the reason why is... looks like Tony and Rhodey are beating the crap out of each other in Iron Men armor this same month in Iron Man #192.

I don’t know the details but dammit Tony!

Anyway, over at last issue’s plot, the Avengers are still in Thanos’ ex-secret base in Arizona, still rolling their eyes and smh at the US Army for poking things what should not be poked.

Starfox and Scarlet Witch find a chamber blocked by rubble which has a symbio-nullifier which Starfox proposes to use to symbio-nullify the Blood Brothers.

First, he flexes on the US Army.

Army Guy: “It must weigh tons!”

Starfox: “Tons? Yes. But only about eight-and-a-half! Hardly any bother at all!”

Good flexing, Starfox.

Meanwhile, Captain America’s scolding has born fruit. The Pentagon has agreed to seal Thanos’ base, pending further investigation. And Colonel Farnam agrees because his training never prepared him to deal with MONSTERS FROM OUTER SPACE.

Also meanwhile, the army took pity on Hercules’ poor pantsless state and slash or were intimidated by it and have lent him a uniform.

He wears it as you’d expect Hercules to wear it.

With plenty of plunging neckline.

Since the Blood Brothers have a psionic link which makes them stronger the closer they are, Hercules has chained them up on very distant parts of the base.

But this precaution is rendered moot pretty quickly when Starfox returns with the symbio-nullifier to symbio-nullify the Blood Brothers.

Starfox suspected that Thanos had one of these lying around as a precaution if he was going to let the Blood Brothers into his base.

Hercules lightly complains that he didn’t get a good fight with the Blood Brothers especially since the hordes of Muspell and Maelstrom’s wacky minions were interesting but not all that much of a challenge for the prince of power.

Back at the Avengers Mansion, the giant holographic head of Vision is still dealing with Dane Black Knight Whitman. Mostly by showing him video footage of how the other Avengers are tied up.

Dane is confused for multiple reasons, including that when last he heard Wasp was the leader.

Vision: “My failure to anticipate your arrival was an unfortunate lapse. I regret that, as a result, you must suffer the indignity of incarceration.”

Dane: “But... why?! What does keeping me in a tube accomplish?”

Vision: “It prevents you from interfering! You see, I have come to the conclusion that the only way I can fulfill my duty to make the Earth a safer place... is to run it myself!”

Dane: “What?!? But that’s crazy! Uh... I mean, you can’t possibly...”

Vision: “Exactly the sort of reaction I expected!”

Vision: ‘See, this is why you’re a tube boy now.’

Vision turns off the hologram saying that Dane will understand when its all over.

As usual when somebody says something like that, Dane isn’t reassured, just more convinced he needs to break out and warn someone.

I’m not sure if its not already too late since Vision is safely ensconced in his take over the world chair in his secret take over the world room.

ISAAC’s head hologram shows up to Vision and asks him what the delay is, chop chop get to taking over the world for its own good.

Vision: “Sorry, ISAAC... I was just remembering how much I enjoyed having a body.”

Oh my god.

ISAAC: “What’s the sense of that? This entire world will soon be your ‘body’! How can the mobility of a single humanoid form compare to that?”

Vision: “I wouldn’t expect you to understand, ISAAC. It’s odd, though, so many times others have controlled my body... the robot Ultron, the Mad Thinker, Necrodamus... All have tried to subvert my mind and take me over. And now here am I... about to initiate the greatest takeover of all. One would almost think there were some mad connection -- !”

ISAAC: “Vision! You must not tarry!”

.................. Um, okay. So, rather than just being influenced by his brush with death and also brush with supercomputer, I think Vision is being actively manipulated into this by ISAAC.

I don’t know why but I do know that Vision continues being a viable character for decades so he probably can’t be burning all his bridges here.

Anyway, Vision uploads his psyche into the internet.

And like immediately starts taking over everything. One page montage immediately. The Pentagon, Cheyenne Mountain, SHIELD, satellites, the Kremlin.

Presumably the best security systems in the world barely warrant a mention for Vision’s mighty synthezoid brain.

He’s pulling a Skynet (for the world’s own good, so he says) and its barely an effort.

The scenery of being on the internet is, I dunno, pretty standard? Bright colors and dashes of light? I feel like I’ve seen it a lot of places.

But if we’re on page 13 of a book and Vision is effortlessly Skynetting, whats the rest of the issue going to be about? Interestingly, to me anyway, despite this being Vision’s turn villainous or well-intentioned extremist, another villain gets shoved in anyway for him to fight.

As Vision is nyooming around the Kremlin’s computers, he nearly runs into another AI, Quasimodo.

Helpfully, we get a recap of Quasimodo’s ENTIRE LIFE STORY because this is pre-fan wikis and I don’t think Quasimodo has appeared in Avengers before.

He was created to be the ultimate computer by the Mad Thinker but was abandoned when he developed a mind of his own.

Quasimodo was found by the Silver Surfer who used the cosmic powers of the Power Cosmic to transform Quasimodo from a computer into a robot.

Turning to the wiki for more information: He turns on Silver Surfer because he doesn’t like the body he got, so Surfer turns him into a stone gargoyle. Let that be a lesson about ingratitude.

Somehow, he stopped being a gargoyle and fought various people until he was defeated by the Fantastic Four and the Sphinx and wound up a disembodied intelligence in a Russian computer system. And here we are!

Quasimodo begs Vision to help him escape this digital hellhole but Vision just turns and leaves because he doesn’t have time for these shenanigans. And also because he knows Quasimodo is a villain who tends to turn on the people who help him so fuck that.

Quasimodo: “You know of my past - of my power - and you still would dare deny me?! There can be but one name for such as you... and that is fool!”

He then hauls off and punches Vision. Because they’re both digital intelligences on the internet they can punch each other and have a fight scene. That’s how internet works.

That’s why Mega Man X can beat up so many people in cyberspace.

Quasimodo says if Vision doesn’t help him get back to the physical world, he’ll destroy him.

Vision: “Now, listen to me... I am consolidating all computers worldwide. I gave up my own physical body to do this, and I’ll not tolerate any interference from the likes of you!”

Quasimodo: “You willingly abandoned your body?! You’re not a fool... you’re mad!”

Faced with an irreconcilable set of priorities, Quasimodo trips them both into “the irresistible currents of the IMPULSE VORTEX!”

Sure. That sounds like how internet works.

Meanwhile, over at Pluto is very far away, Monica Marvel nyooms past the moons of Uranus. Apparently her visual acuity is REALLY good because she takes in the scenery while she’s nyooming and finds it frighteningly beautiful out in the outer planets.

Anyway, Vision scolds Quasimodo for plunging them into a torrent. Which makes me laugh. Surely its too soon for torrents to be a thing. He’s just using it in a metaphorical sense.

Quasimodo tries to shoot EYE BEAM at Vision, which misses the digital synthezoid but obliterates an electron.

In a cutaway that would be at home in a Marvel movie, the scene briefly shifts to a Soviet computing center and a guy named Alexey complaining that his program just crashed.

Quasimodo does Vision some punches but Vision decides to start trying since Quasimodo’s attacks risk alerting people that something is amiss on the internet. And Vision’s powers work just as well on the internet as Quasimodo’s do. In fact, screw that, they work better! Vision just gets more and more powerful the longer he spends on the internet!

Vision: “You might have slain me earlier, but now this world is mine -- and there is no place in it for you!!”

And at Vision’s command the internet launches Quasimodo from Earth itself.

The internet can do that.

Meanwhile, back at Avenger’s Mansion, Dane Whitman determines that the tube he’s a tube boy in may look like glass but its as strong as steel. He’s not punching his way out of here.

But his recently uncursed cursed sword (the curse never stays not cursed for long so I hope Dane enjoys having a notcursed but very enchanted sword) is just a few feet away with the rest of his luggage. And there’s a mystic bond between himself and the sword so if he just thinks about the sword hard enough, surely it’ll manifest in his hand.

Like the Force but slightly more convenient.

Dane Whitman: Nothing’s happening. Must not... be concentrating hard enough! Maybe the link was broken with the curse. No... no, I mustn’t even think that! I need my sword! I must have my sword! I must!

He do it!

The Notcursed Ebony Sword appears in his hand and he slices through that steel glass like its just glass.

Meanwhile, over at Arizona, the Avengers finish up nullifying the Blood Brothers and putting them in suspended animation, or if you prefer, naptime timeout.

Captain America receives a buzz from Hawkeye who wonders what he’s doing within hailing range, ie in the western half of the US.

Captain America: “Arizona... government business... And I’m as surprised to hear you, as you are me! I take it that your team finished its mission in the Pacific early!”

Hawkeye: “Mission? What are you talking about, Cap? We haven’t been on any mission!”

Which is a dun dun dun considering their whole reason for being sent on this mission was that the West Coast Avengers were ostensibly busy.

And Vision lying about that raises a whole lot of questions for the Avengers.

Cap and Wanda Witch rush over to the Quinjet and contact the Mansion.

Vision: “Then you’re aware of my deception. I... am sorry, Cap. I didn’t want to mislead you, but I felt it necessary to carry out my plan.”

Scarlet Witch: “Plan? Vision, what do you mean? What have you done?”

Vision: “I... well, there is no easy way to put this... But I have taken over the world.”

You never want to hear “I have taken over the world” from a friend, unless its followed with “and I want to get you in on the ground floor of this exciting new opportunity.”

Vision promises the two that he’s taking over all of Earth’s computers for a really good reason like ending war and strife. And signs off by telling Wanda everything will be alright and that he loves her.

Aww?

Cap: “He meant it... he meant every word.”

Scarlet Witch: “He’d been upset lately, but I never thought... Cap, we have to stop him!”

Cap: “Yes. If there’s still time!”

DUN DUN DUN!

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I get by with a little help from my friends (and Link)

Hey everyone! E here with a random story popped into my head! I needed to write this for practice for another project but I still had a lot of fun with it. So this story takes place in the wild timeline between Age of Calamity and breath of the wild. Like that weird middle ground where the champions were getting ready. Upfront I did as much research as I could cuz it has been a while since I played BOTW and I did use a wiki with some references to the game and such, avoided spoilers I think and I did kinda go with my own conclusion in some places for the sake of story cuz the wiki only knows so much and I can't replay the entire game again. Well I can but not in a short time for this story. Also some Light Zelda and link cuz they’re cute and if nintendo wont canon them, I will!

So I hope you enjoy! have fun, stay safe, wear a mask and wash your hands! E is out! have a great week everyone! If you want to leave me comments or just have an easier time reading this story, it has been uploaded to Ao3. My user name is MrE42

“He’s still there, isn’t he?”

Impa shrugged, unsure what the princess was expecting her to say “You know he is.”

Zelda huffed, irritated at her father’s watchdog who silently kept watch just outside, stoic and stalwart in his duty to an annoying degree.

Zelda, princess of Hyrule and aspiring scholar, trained from birth to be poised and refined in the harshest situations, made a face towards the library door.

“I do not need a babysitter.” Zelda fumed as she filmed through the bookshelves “You are here Impa and far more suited to the task than my father’s knights.”

“Your knights” Impa corrected “And normally I would agree but with Yiga clan beginning to cause more and more trouble, you and the kingdom need my Sheikah to prevent their tricks. I am their leader and I have to lead. Same as you princess.”

“I know” Zelda replied, unable to keep out the frustration out of her voice “But I wish my father chose a...different person”

Impa rolled her eyes “We both know that Link is the most capable solider in the kingdom. He is without equal and you are only mad at him because your father chose him.”

“I am not a child Impa.”

“No but you are the magical princess whose power would help keep the calamity at bay. I can’t fathom why your father would want you protected at all times.”

Zelda glared openly at her best friend “Your sarcasm is noted and ignored.”

“Excellent” Impa beamed “But in all seriousness, these are dangerous princess. Your father caused quite a ruckus choosing a country bumpkin instead of the nobles lovely, incompetent children.”

Zelda shifted guiltily at the mention of the nobility. They were not pleased that the king of Hyrule had decided to entrust the safety of his only heir and future ruler of their kingdom to a nobody from Hateno Village. It did not matter that Link had come from a long line of knights whom had been protecting the land for almost as long as Zelda’s family had been ruling it. Nor did it matter that he was their most fierce and well trained warrior. He was not of nobility and it angered her that someone who simply wanted to do their best was being mistreated.

Even if she was guilty of the same crime.

“I just wish he appeared more human.” Zelda quietly admitted, hoping Link could not hear “He is emotionless. His gaze is entirely steely and he has not spoken a single word to me. He simply stands, watching and waiting.

“Judging?” Impa added.

Zelda glanced to the side shamefully “Judging. Judging that his talents are wasted on a princess who cannot even perform the single duty that has been entrusted to her.”

“I think you’re projecting.”

“And you are far too calm.”

Impa giggled cutely “Appearances. I’m as nervous as you princess but I know better than anyone how uneasy people get if their leaders show panic. Your powers will come when they come. You will figure it out.”

Zelda turned to the ninja leader fearfully “And if they don’t?”

“Then I’ll protect you.” Impa answered truthfully “Link will protect you and the champions will kick some ganon butt! You’re not alone so stop acting like it.”

“Thank you Impa.” Zelda moved in for a hug.

“Nope!” Impa took a step back “No, no, no! That’s not proper.”

“I order you to give your princess a hug.”

“…..sigh, yes your highness.”

-----

Zelda’s eyes twinkled with a rare softness as she, Link and Mipha watched the young zora prince Sidon swim so carefree in the deep blue waters of the lake. Link was further ahead of the two princesses, standing at the shore of the lake vigilante for any signs of trouble.

“He certainly takes his duty seriously.” Zelda murmured under her breath.

Mipha laughed softly “It is nice to see how age has calmed him.”

Zelda tilted curiously to the champion “Mipha, you’ve known Link since you were both children, correct?”

Mipha nodded in confirmation “Yes ever since he arrived with a group of knights on orders of King Rhoam. Even then he was courageous. Impossibly reckless however but I suppose that is simply who Link is.

Mipha’s soft laughter grew into a playful chortle. Zelda quizzically stared at her fellow princess.

“Sorry your highness.” Mipha waved her hand in embarrassment “I was just thinking to myself how much healing practice Link has gotten me. I suppose I am as proficient as I am thanks him.”

“Oh?”

“He was always getting into trouble.” Mipha began, her voice taking on a hue of nostalgia “Always injured after throwing himself head first into danger. He hated sitting still, allowing others to suffer for him. His shell might be more silent and stoic but he is still the kind boy I knew. That I…”

Zelda caught the slight longing in the zora princess’s tone “Mipha?”

“It is nothing.”

Mipha slipped into a comfortable silence but Zelda bristled uneasily at a sudden realization.

“Mipha….”

Mipha faced Zelda, worry and concern etched in the scholar’s face.

“Do you think…” Zelda spoke slowly “Link hates me? That his talented and training is wasted watching a princess who cannot even produce a glare of light. I drag him everywhere, fuming at his presence all while he watches with an endless vigil.”

Mipha gently placed her hand onto Zelda’s shoulder. Zelda felt a calming presence fill her body and a quiet peace that came with it.

Mipha gave a soft smile “Link knows better than anyone how hard you are trying. He knows how desperate you must be. He does not disdain your loathing. He simply is giving you the space you desire. His duty is everything to him and he will perform it to his dying breath. You are his princess. He will ensure your safety.”

Zelda said nothing and despite the calming peace she felt, the twinge of guilt began to eat at her.

“LINK!”

The tension broke as Zelda and Mipha glanced back towards the lake. Sidon giggled and chuckled at a full swim, rapidly heading for the shore and Link. Link, caught off guard in a rare moment, began to panic. He moved this way and that, frantically searching beyond the approaching zora in search for a nonexistent threat.

He realized, too late, what Sidon was up to.

With a mighty push, Sidon flew out of the deep blue waters and sailed through the air, hands outstretched as he collided with Link. Link flailed backwards, struggling to keep his footing but ultimately losing it. He fell backwards onto the shore, Sidon embracing him tightly a bone breaking hug. Even young, a zora was strong.

“Sidon!” Mipha chastised but before she could move closer, Link stood up with the still embracing prince, an evil glint in his eyes.

“Oh dear.”

“What is happening?” Zelda asked, unsure what was going on.

Link picked up Sidon, holding him high into the air as the young prince chanted “Do it, do it, do it!”

And just like that, Link spun around. Around and around, once, twice, five times building speed with Sidon’s cheers filled the air. Without warning, Link chucked the young zora through the air and back into the lake.

Sidon dove in wholeheartedly and broke the surface with a triumphant yell.

“20 feet! A NEW RECORD!”

Mipha rubbed her eyes tiredly “Boys.”

Zelda giggled softly as Link rose his arms in victory.

-----

“Daruk?”

“Yeah tiny princess?”

“Is that...a rock?”

“Yeah it is!”

“And why...is Link….eating the rock?”

“It’s prime rock roast! He got a real taste for it after the first time.”

“Oh. Right. I recall that now.”

Daruk bellowed with a hearty laugh “Dontcha worry princess, little guy might a hylian but he’s got the stomach of a goron! I bet he’d eat anything. Even some kind of dubious food that’s just too gross to look at. KEEP IT UP LINK!”

Link raised a thumb as he continued to chew on the rocky texture of the roast.

Zelda couldn’t help but smile the Daruk’s presence. His good nature and cheeriness were too infectious for even the royal princess to resist.

“Now what brings you out here tiny princess? Did you finally want to try out the roast? I can have cooks whip up a fresh, steaming one for ya.”

“What? Oh no.” Zelda quickly responded “No. I ate at home before we arrived so I am quite full. Perhaps next time. I am actually here to see if you needed anything.”

Daruk rubbed the back of his neck shyly “Aww thanks tiny princess! I appreciate it! Though if you don’t wanna eat the roast, you can just tell me. I know it isn’t everyone’s taste.”

“Oh. I am sorry I simply did not want to hurt your feelings.”

“Not to worry, I can’t be hurt!” Daruk beamed, posing heroic as an orangish translucent dome appeared over the goron chief for a moment, shielding him from the outside world.

The pair broke into a joyful laugh.

“Thank you Daruk.”

“Think nothing of it tiny princess. Though, now that you mentioned it I might need a little favor from ya.”

Zelda eagerly listened “Name it Daruk and I shall do everything in my power to ensure it done.”

“It’s about Rudania.”

Zelda’s heart sank “The divine beast? Is something amiss?”

“Oh no no no.” Daruk raised his hands as if to physically stop that line of thinking “Nothing serious. It’s just that that wonderful fantastic machine is able to have some alterations. The controls aren’t exactly goron friendly, ya know?”

“Oh! Hmm, I shall talk to Purah and Robbie. If anyone can alter Rudania, it is them.”

“Thanks tiny princess!” Daruk patted her back in a friendly manner. Zelda had to brace herself to make sure she didn’t fall sprawling to the floor.

Rudania.

Zelda glanced upwards Death Mountain, the divine beast in question clinging to the side the volcanic mountain as if keeping an eye out for the calamity.

The divine beasts, ancient Sheikah machines made of stone and an unknown source of power. Her father claimed these machines had been around since the dawn of Hyrule. Though information on these and other Sheikah made devices were contradictory at best and nonexistent at worst. Even Impa, clan leader, knew next to nothing about their functionality or purpose. Luckily for everyone Purah and Robbie had devoted their lives to the study of these machines and it was only thanks to the pairs ceaseless work (and Zelda would say sometimes obsession) that the champions could practice and grew proficient with their individual machines.

“How is your training with Rudania going Daruk?”

Daruk scratched the back of his neck anxiously “I wish I could say it’s going good but it’s not exactly a stroll in the lava, ya know?”

“Of...course.” Zelda nodded slowly, unsure what a stroll in lava would entail “Perhaps we can search for some sort of manual or instructions.”

“Nah” Daruk waved her off “We both know nothing like that probably exists but that’s alright. I’mma going just go for it and do my best!”

Zelda stared at the goron with admiration “I wish I could be as confident as you are.”

“I’m not!”

Zelda watched as Daruk’s face beaming grin melt into an uneasy smile

“I’m not confident” Daruk admitted “This is hard. This is a piece of technology unlike anything else in our little home. I have no idea how to use it or even if I’m doing it right. Heck, I don’t even know if what I’m doing is working. I’m a goron and I’m good at that but this? This is something else.”

Zelda felt that. Her inability to draw on her powers. Her failures and her father’s growing desperation pushing her to extremes, to find an answer regardless of the cost.

“But, I’mma gonna try all the same.”

Daruk’s smile returned. Not with happiness but with determination.

“That’s all we can do, right tiny princess?” Daruk chuckled “Do our best. Maybe it’ll be enough. Maybe it won’t but we gotta at least try.”

Zelda smiled “You are right Daruk. We must at least try. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome! Haha, for what?”

-----

Zelda could feel Link shift his weight back and forth ontop of the snow bank. The pair were bundled in winter gear, huddled close in an attempt to stay warm in the frigid chill of the snowy breeze. Though Zelda knew that wasn’t why Link was unhappy.

“You still here knight? Go home. You need to train some more if you want to keep up with me.”

Link’s face remained as impassive as ever but Zelda could see by the tensing of his cheeks that he was fuming: Revali had that effect on the knight.

She was unsure why the Rito had such a deep disdain for Link but it made it difficult to plan training exercises between the two. Even visits to check on Revali were scarce given the fact Link followed his orders diligently. Nothing would dissuade Link from his task, not even insults and mockery.

Zelda had been softening her stance on Link over the last few weeks. True she hadn’t reached the point where she completely accepted his presence but she no longer loathed him for it. It was not his fault her father was so stubborn and final in his decrees. He did what he was told and he did it with as much respect as he could muster. It was oddly comforting to have him near in the rare moment she was being honest. Whether it be researching any leads to unlocking her powers to her hobby of cataloging the various flora and fauna of Hyrule, he did not judge her. He watched in a quiet reverence, his eyes darting about for signs of danger so she would feel safe enough to focus on her task. And the more time they spent together, the more she realized he was more expressive than she previously thought.

His emotions were far subtler: A twitch of the ear, a raised eyebrow, clenching of his jaws. This is how Link spoke. This is how he displayed his emotions. Little signs easily missed unless you had been searching for them.

Not that Zelda was looking. That would be silly for her to simply stare at the knight accompanying her all across the kingdom, protecting her from the various threats found throughout. She was merely making observations like the good scholar she was. Link was no different than the flora and fauna she studied. Granted he was a much more interesting subject but….

“Princess.”

Zelda snapped out of her thoughts, her face flushed with embarrassment at her trailing thoughts.

“Are you well?” Revali cocked his head sideways “Your face is red. I rather you not get sick simply because you wish to stand in this cold.”

“I-it is nothing Revali!” Zelda stammered out “Perhaps a small chill. It will pass. I am here to…”

“To see if I need anything” he finished for her “No princess, unlike certain people” he eyed Link distastefully “I am fine.”

Link said nothing but rather shifted the weight on his feet once more.

“Link” Zelda turned to her knight “Perhaps you could patrol the area. I fear the winds are growing more fierce. I would not want to walk back to the castle among an ambush if there is a storm.”

Link remained silent but gave a rigid, steely nod. He caught Revali’s gaze for a moment then trudge off into the snow.

“I don’t why you bring him” Revali sneered “He’s a worthless knight.”

“If he’s so worthless, why do you waste your time berating him?”

Revali turned his head “Hmmph, if your knight is so fragile that a little mockery scares him off, he has no business being with us.”

“Revali!” Zelda began but was silenced by his outstretched wing.

“I am the best princess.” He spoke matter of fact “I am your greatest warrior. My skill is unrivaled across the kingdom.”

Zelda fumed but allowed him to continue.

“I have overcome many challenges and challengers to my title” Revali’s looked out to the various snowy hills and slopes of the mountain, the Rito village barely visible among the snow flurry “I bested them all. When you are so talented, many eyes will fall upon you and their expectations as well. They will say whatever they wish. You must ignore them. You must not allow their pitiful jealousy distract from your task, your goal. I am here to protect my people and for that, I must be the best. I must work with the best and I must train with people with some skill.”

“Revali, what are you…?”

Revali scoffed “You have kept me from training princess. Your knight might be the best among you but he certainly is no match for me. How is he supposed to survive the upcoming fight unless he fights with his all against a superior opponent.”

“I see” Zelda slowly caught on.

“Good. I will be at the castle tomorrow. Make sure your knight is ready for bruises and sores. I won’t have him die on us because he was being lazy.”

“Of course Revali. I’m sure Link will appreciate your concern.”

Revali huffed “I don’t like deadweight is all.”

Zelda said nothing but remembered that Link had won the champion’s last archery contest a few weeks ago.

-----

The desert was colder than you would expect at night but Zelda was not stranger to it. She loved coming out to the Gerudo desert with her mother, spending all day among the Gerudo and its splendor. It was quiet out here, bringing a rare peace not found in the city. The distant sound of thunder boomed but it was soft and enlightening more than frightening. It comforted Zelda.

“Thinking of her again little bird?”

Zelda nodded honestly, the desert stretched out before her as the twinkling stars glimmered beautifully overhead.

Urbosa, champion and her mother’s dearest friend, stood watch nearby.

Zelda turned back to Link, unable to keep the grin off her face as he remained slumped against the wall, his riding hood and cloak turned into a makeshift blanket. His breathing was slow and steady and while it was clear he was sleeping, she also knew that with one word from her lips he would awaken, ready for whatever awaited him.

She was glad he was resting at least. This had been his first trip to the desert and he had not quite been prepared for the intense heat nor the attention he received from the town. A male within its walls was a rare sight. She knew Link disliked attention above all else, except perhaps Revali.

She giggled at her joke.

“You seem more comfortable with Link than I remember.”

“Oh.” Zelda cleared her throat, willing her blush away “Well y-yes. Some of my conversations with the others have led to some interesting insight. Perhaps I had not been considerate towards Link. He is just performing his duty.”

Urbosa leaned in teasingly “Link now is it? Not the knight or he?”

Zelda’s blush spread rapidly throughout her cheeks.

Urbosa laughed loudly “You are far too easy to fluster little bird.”

“I am not flustered!”

“I don’t blame you” Urbosa glanced at Link’s sleeping form “He is quite handsome and not like most men.”

“Urbosa!”

Urbosa laugh once more “So it worked then?”

Zelda was confused “What did?”

“My distraction.”

“Distraction? From?” Realization washed over Zelda “Oh.”

Urbosa gave a solemn nod “I miss your mother terribly. She was an amazing woman and I feel her loss deeply now as I did then.”

Zelda tucked her legs under her arms “I feel like she would be disappointed in me. Not having unlocked my power. Chasing down lead after lead with nothing to show for it.”

“Don’t be absurd!” Urbosa scolded “She would be proud of you. Her beautiful daughter, a natural leader. Especially between Link and Revali. Hylia’s miracle you managed to wrangle them into line. I thought they were going to murder each other at their last training session.”

“I admit I was worried I was about to have to arrest one of them for murder.” Zelda admitted.

The two shared a laugh.

“Do not fret little bird.” Urbosa cupped Zelda’s cheek lovingly “She would think the world of you. She would want you to do your best, not hers.”

“I miss her Urbosa.” Zelda shed a single tear “I just miss her so terribly.”

“Me too little bird. But she lives on in you.”

Zelda clenched her fist, holding it close to her heart as she closed her eyes “I suppose I’ll just have keep at it.”

“That a girl. Now want to see something funny?” Urbosa grinned mischievously, a snap at the ready while she approached the slumbering form of Link.

-----

Link was unsure what to make of princess Zelda’s request to ask him some questions. It had been a few months since he was first assigned to her guard detail and while it had been rather rocky start, she grew to tolerate his presence and was almost friendly with him.

Almost.

Today started off no different than any other: Princess Zelda wanted to stretch her legs out in the fields. Link was used to this particularly outing. He noticed the princess often wished to leave the castle on the days her father was being forceful about her training her powers. Something that was happening with increasing occurrence nowadays.

Despite his lack of talking and general stoic disposition, he enjoyed his time with the princess. True most of it had been at a distance, carefully watching out for her safety but these last few weeks had been a nice change of pace. She allowed to walk closer to her, hadn’t scoffed or turned up her nose at him trailing behind her and became more visibly relaxed when alone with him.

Though she had also become more distracting to the young knight. Everyone knew the princess was beautiful but Link still hadn’t gotten used to it even after all this time. Every morning he would face that same beauty and every morning he would be thoroughly flatfooted at the sight of her. It was easier when she forced him to watch far away, when she spoke to and about him with a quiet disdain. She didn’t like him and he was just here to do his job. Nice, done and easy.

But lately the princess had been asking him to stay close regardless if they were traveling through the countryside or to the frigid Rito Village or the blazing furnace that was Death Mountain. She smiled often now, especially when she found a new plant or animal about. Link would be standing, vigilante when the princess would call for him and when he whirled around, sword at the ready, he found not monsters but the sight of the princess mid-smile and holding out some new thing for him to see, excitement twinkling in her eyes.

It was getting really hard to focus on his task.

“Link, are you alright?”

Link flushed, nearly tripping over himself as the princess broke him from his stupor.

They were sitting at peaceful meadow not too far the castle, the princess’s notebook at her side filled with her various observations and musings.

Link must’ve spaced out because he had not noticed the princess approach him, her face inches away from his.

“I am sorry.” She apologized “I did not mean to startle you.”

Link shook his head in disagreement, raising a hand to tell her not to worry.

“I-if you don’t feel comfortable answering my questions, you do not have to.”

Link gestured for her to continue.

“Link” the princess composed herself “Why don’t you speak?”

Link was caught off guard by the question. No one really questioned why he chose not to speak. Most assumed it was some strange choice by some stranger lad from the country. Or perhaps he could not speak. As long as he stabbed the bad guy, no one seemed to care beyond that and the more renown he gained, the more Link felt he needed to maintain the illusion, the stoic unflappable hero of Hyrule.

Well, until the real hero of Hyrule appeared.

Link mused for a moment, wondering how to best explain his situation to the princess.

“I’m sorry.”

Link was taken aback by the princess’s shameful tone.

“I….I did not mean to be so personal.” She began, eyes cast away from him “It….it just occurs to me I have known you for a few months now and yet I have never once heard you speak. I know I have not been most friendly person to you and I understand if you find me rude or perhaps annoying. I know watching me wade through the fields is not the most effective use of your talents.”

Link could feel panic setting in. He couldn’t let the princess blame herself! Especially now that she was making an effort to open up to him. Link licked his lips, willing the words to form into existence.

“I am sorry Link” Link’s heart fluttered at the sound of his name. She said his name! She said his name! She’s never said his name to him before!

“Perhaps I should just remain silent.” the princess went on “I am truly sorry for mistreating you and taking my frustration about my father out on you. You did not deserve that.”

Wait! No no no no!

The princess sighed dejectedly, turning away from Link.

Link bit his lip, taking deep slow breathes as he tried to form the words in his head.

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Zelda was disappointed but not surprised by Link’s lack of a response. She knew it might’ve been a little too late given her treatment of him but she had been hoping perhaps she could convince him that she was not as nasty as she appeared to him. Alas, it seems it was for naught.

“W-wait.”

Zelda blinked, unsure if she really heard what she thought she heard. She turned slowly to Link, surprised to see him with a hand outstretched, sweat forming upon his brow as he awkwardly moved his mouth as if trying to get it to work.

“D-did you say something Link?” She asked quizzically.

Link gave a short nod.

Zelda whirled around, knees against the grass as she leaned in closer, unable to get Link’s voice out of her ears.

Link gestured to himself, touching his chest with an open hand.

“You.”

Link nodded, wincing as he struggled to speak.

“I. Don’t. Like. Talking.”

Zelda was in awe at Link. For a warrior so fierce, so steely, so loyal his voice was soft. It was gentle and quiet like a breeze yet still lingered in her mind.

“You don’t like talking” Zelda repeated “I understand.”

Link nodded once before breaking into a toothy smile.

Zelda’s heart raced at the sight of the indifferent Link forming a full smile on his face. She pulled back, trying to will the red out of her hair.

Link tilted his head curiously towards Zelda before he closed the distance.

Zelda’s heart thundered in her ears as Link placed a cool hand upon her forehead, his face returning to its stony indifference but his eyes filled with worry.

“I’m fine!” Zelda waved him off, pulling away before she turned any redder “I...just thought of something.”

Link looked unconvinced but let it go. He stood to his feet and offered his hand to the princess.

Zelda stared up, the sun glowing brightly behind Link’s form as he waited patiently for her. She took his hand and he, firmly but gently, pulled her to her feet.

Link gestured to her horse.

“Yes.” Zelda nodded in agreement “Perhaps it is time to go home.”

Link gave a thumbs up and went to retrieve their horses.

Zelda pinched her cheeks with all her might.

“Urbosa was right. He is handsome.”

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annakie · 5 years ago

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An Annotated Mass Effect Playthrough, Part One

A lot of these posts are going to be just my impressions, things I love, cool things to point out, I don’t know. Rambles about how much I love this game and everything about it.

To start off I’ll talk about my OC a little bit, and how I got into Mass Effect. Then we dive into the prologue.

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My OC

So we all have our Main OC Shepards. Mine is Annakie.

Annakie is a name from an MST3k episode that I have loved since the first time I saw it in the early 90′s. I started using the name Annakie in IRC shortly thereafter, specifically in the SciFi channel’s IRC server, which used to be fairly active back in the day. And by the day I literally mean circa 1995. They used to host some pretty cool, especially for 1995, events there, like authors and writers of their shows would come in and do Q&A’s, including Kevin, Mike and Bill from MST3k. Kevin Murphy recognizing where my nick came from immediately was a moment of pride for me.

So I’ve basically always been Annakie online, even after knowing that it’s a real actual name some people have, I’ve still managed to snag it most places on the internet. And most of the time when I play a new game, I start out playing Annakie, or one of two or three other names I regularly use sometimes. But naming my first Shepard Annakie and having her look more or less like this every time I play is just... what I normally do.

Also I normally play goody two-shoes the first time I play through any game with moral decisions. The first time I played through Mass Effect, though, she was an engineer. I think the second time onward she’s always been a vanguard.

She’s a Spacer, because I love having her mom alive and get to talk to her. I like that she didn’t start from trauma. But she’s a sole survivor, because I like how that shows how strong she became. I also like that it gives her extra incentive to hate Cerberus later on.

Discovering Mass Effect

I’ve been gaming since I was seven in 1982 when my parents brought home our first Atari 2600. When RPGs became a thing I liked JRPGs a lot on the family Nintendo and some action RPGish games like Super Metroid, but when Western-Style RPGs like Baldur’s Gate and Neverwinter Nights came out, I found my true video game love.

Before Mass Effect, my favorite game was Knights of the Old Republic. And it’s still way up there in my list of favorite games of all time. And I really loved Carth Onasi. Although I’d loved other video game love interests before him, Arin Gend, Valen Shadowbreath, Celes/Locke... Carth was my favorite. That also inspired me to try my hand at fanfic for the first time. That never saw the light of day and I’m pretty sure I lost it like 3 hard drive crashes ago.

So when I heard that the same company that made KotOR was making a new, non-Star Wars space game, I was excited. Until I went and looked at some of the trailers, gameplay preview videos, etc, and saw no female protagonist option. I must have looked somewhat early on because even on message boards I looked at the answer was “they haven’t said anything” or “I don’t think so”. And I was *crushed*, then stopped paying attention to that video game. After it came out, I heard it was a pretty good game, but if you could only play a guy, I wasn’t that interested.

It wasn’t until 2009 when I finally got an XBox 360 and realized I had no idea what games to play on it that I didn’t already have on PC. I joined a game trading thread on a forum I was on, and bought a few titles, and someone was selling Mass Effect cheap, so I thought... what the hell, I’ll probably like it even if I have to play a dude.

A few nights later I was curled up on my couch with controller in hand and... hmm this music is pretty good. OK New Game... Create Profile... wait what? Custom or default Female character? You can play as a woman?!? WHAT?? Damn, I should have looked at this game more closely. Okay.

So I made my Annakie Engineer... and honestly I don’t remember what origins I picked then... but the game started.

I recognized one of the first two voices I heard but couldn’t place it. And then a third guy was talking over these space scenes and someone walking scenes and... hang on, is that Seth Green?!?! Neat! Real cool space imagery here, great music... and then the intro was over and another guy started talking.

That. Is. Carth. Onasi’s. Voice.

I SCREAMED.

Then I stood up walked into my office, sat down at my PC, googled “Carth Onasi Voice Actor Mass Effect”, found the character’s name, then googled “Kaidan Alenko romance”. Found the wiki page, saw the answer was yes, and screamed again. Really, really mad at myself. This game had been out for two years. A space RPG where you can play as a lady and the same voice actor I already ADORED was in it playing another romanceable character. I knew then, two minutes into the game, that I was going to fucking LOVE THIS GAME and I should have played it TWO YEARS AGO.

I went back, played all night, and for the next several nights until I beat the game. And then joined forums and everything I could get my hands on to find fellow fans, then replayed the game, and played again, and again, and again until I had all the achievements. Then I bought it on PC so I could get all the achievements on PC and be ready to import saves for when Mass Effect 2 came out.

The one good thing about waiting so long to play ME1 was, I only had a year to wait until ME2. That year was basically all about Mass Effect for me.

The Prologue

Anyway, while we’re here, let’s talk about the prologue.

First off, who else, the first time you played, when in character creation you heard the “Profile Corrupted!” message thought you fucked something up or maybe your game disc was bad. Anyone? Not just me, right? I may have restarted my Xbox.

The class descriptions I think are a little wonky. I chose Engineer the first time through because I like utility classes and I like healing. But the classes don’t really... play that way I guess. Hitting F to heal (or whatever it’s mapped to on the controller) doesn’t really matter, and a couple of classes have access to First Aid. Nobody is really a “healer”. Hence switching to Vanguard later.

The prologue itself does a really great job, though, of setting up the game, and the world. It starts with the great move of telling you a little bit about your own character, helping you to understand those choices that you made “Spacer” “Earthborn” “War Hero” “Sole Survivor”, That was a good move. It took me until my second playthrough to connect those two guys talking about me to being Anderson and Udina.

Also, nice that they explained what Mass Effect actually *is* and placed you in a year, so you have an idea how far ahead this game is from our own time.

And then this...

Majestic.

But it’s great how they start with a shot of you, looking at Earth

then you see Jupiter, with an establishing shot of the spaceship you’re in. (OK I didn’t get a great screenshot of this, I’m using gifs that are going in a gifset posting tomorrow)

And then you fly by Neptune

Then... wait what the fuck is this thing?

Along with Seth Green talking to... someone? And the movement through the ship, giving you glimpses of Jenkins, Pressley, crewmates doing their jobs, the camera constantly sweeping, something big is happening! Something exciting! You’re not sure what all of it is but... it sounds cool!

The camera swings around on the person you’ve been following, and you already kinda know it’s your character, but there you are, in a very cool sweeping reveal.

The music swells. Then the big glowy weird scissors thing... eats the spaceship and spits it back out.

It’s all so effective. It’s kind of breathtaking to watch even for what must be like my 30th time, not exaggerating.

And I can never wait to do it again. What a great way to start this game.

#mass effect #annakie's mass effect stuff

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makeste · 6 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 214: 4th Popularity Poll and 5th Set Climax

Previously on BnHA: Deku met a Hellboy-looking dude in another one of his One For All Dreams and they had a chat! This friendly yet intimidating fella told Deku that the power that had just exploded out of him was actually the dude’s quirk, Blackwhip. It turns out that OFA hasn’t just been stockpiling physical power; all six of the prior wielder’s quirks are included in the package as well! It’s just that up until now, none of the other wielders has ever been able to access them. Before vanishing back into the dream abyss, Deku’s new friend told him he needed to gain better control of his emotions, as his anger toward Monoma was what triggered Blackwhip’s rampage and made it so difficult to handle. Back in the real world, Deku awakened unharmed thanks to Ochako and Shinsou’s efforts. But since the teachers hadn’t called off the battle yet, Monoma came rushing in to attack, with the rest of Team B not being far behind. Mina and Mineta showed up to battle Yanagi, Shouda, and Kodai (they really need to do something about that number disadvantage), while Ochako battled Monoma and Shinsou got ready to take on Deku. The teachers are still watching btw, but it seems like they want to see how this plays out.

Today on BnHA: The newest popularity poll results are revealed and I have a lot of thoughts. A lot of thoughts. Vlad and All Might question why Aizawa wants to let the kids keep fighting, and Aizawa says it’s cuz they’re all still trying their hardest to win. Mineta saves Mina’s life and then completely ruins it because of course he does, but she takes it in stride and uses him to attack the others by flinging him at high speed to ricochet endlessly off of his grapes in a Gran Torino-esque fashion. Monoma tries to attack Deku with One for All but it doesn’t do anything (fortunately for Monoma), and Ochako then takes him down while Deku goes after Shinsou. Deku by the way is fighting quirkless because he’s worried that if he tries to use OFA right now he’ll lose control and put everyone in danger again. He and Shinsou start tusslin’ and we have a flashback to when Ponytail!Aizawa (omg) was training Shinsou on how to use his capture weapon. Back in the present, Shinsou uses the scarf to send a bunch of heavy pipes crashing down towards Deku. But Deku chooses this moment to make peace with himself and his quirk, and catches the pipes using Blackwhip.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my mostly-unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’m caught up with the manga now at chapter 225, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

how are BnHA’s Jump covers always so epic you guys

Shinsou you better watch out, Deku’s fist is too close for comfort. well you’re the one who wanted to fight him again buddy

all right now let’s check out that character poll

oh, nice

BUT WHERE ARE MY POLL RESULTS. HOLD ON A SECOND, I’M GOING TO THE WIKI TO INVESTIGATE

...okay so apparently the results were actually in chapter 207? but the color spread wasn’t released until this chapter wtf why

okay well let me analyze the color page first, and then I’ll go find and complain about the poll results

BAKUGOU AND DEKU’S SWORDS. okay I’ve seen this image before and I love it so much, and that is of course because it’s a sequel to the color page from chapter 120. and the two of them are now each carrying one half of All Might’s sword. basically this is symbolic confirmation that the two of them together will carry All Might’s legacy forward. this is so important to me you guys. this brings me so much joy and happiness

can we talk about what Hawks is wearing. I thought this was a medieval AU, but he’s looking rather steampunk to me. what, are you too cool for D&D, Hawks? also is that a literal hawk. that you’re holding. for some reason. huh

can we talk about what Todoroki is wearing?? and also what the actual hell is going on with his face? he’s wearing some sort of weird mask. and his outfit looks nothing like it did in the previous AU color spread. was Horikoshi just being extra or is this some indicator of a crazy plotline coming up for him somewhere down the road?

I notice my boy Aizawa is missing from the top ten, which is AN ACTUAL CRIME THAT SHOULD BE REPORTED TO THE POLICE, but! on the other hand! BEST FUCKING JEANIST OH MY GOD. WELCOME BACK BEAUTIFUL PRINCE. PLEASE HEAL UP SOON

loooooool Endeavor being in the top ten must have pissed off lord knows how many people. it would have pissed me off, before the Endeavorhawks arc. but I’m cool with it now. I get it. having him as your favorite doesn’t mean you’re giving a ringing endorsement of all his actions; it just means he’s a compelling character who’s been getting some really good development lately. still absurd that he’d be ranked over Aizawa, but if I’m honest with myself it really should be Jeanist who was bumped down for that. he’s just there because Japan apparently shares the same weird tastes as myself. by the way how fucking strange is it to see Jeanist without any Jeans holy shit is that even allowed

and winding down here, (1) I’m glad to see All Might still in the top ten ranks at least, (2) Iida is a handsome boy and I love how his armor is reminiscent of his Ingenium costume here, and that he’s the one actually riding the dragon (be careful Iida or my idiot son is going to fall right off its head), (3) Kirishima is still as popular as ever I see, and lastly (4) Momo being in the top 10 is giving me life and I hope she gets some more spotlight this year! it was great to see her as the head of her respective Joint Training battle team

okay! so now let me find the list from chapter 207

holy shit, okay so first of all let me just say that apparently this poll received almost 81,000 votes. for comparison, the third poll only received about 36,000

so having said that, it is absolutely astounding that my boy Bakugou came in at number one yet again, with a margin of over 1000 votes. glad to see you being appreciated boyo

and Shouto made it to #2 for the first time! good job hot and cold! the Endeavorhawks arc definitely gave him a boost as well I think. and well deserved!

and my boy Deku at #3, but while the difference between Katsuki and Shouto is only about 1200 votes, the difference between Shouto and Izuku is more than 7,400. basically the top two are in a league of their own here goddamn

and Hawks is all the way at #4! holy shit! more than 4,500 votes between him and Deku, mind, and Kirishima is nipping at his heels less than 200 votes away from him, but still, that’s amazing given how recently he made his debut and how relatively few chapters he’s been in. I expect the number of votes for him to skyrocket in the next poll, assuming we get more of that double agent storyline. Touya -- I mean Dabi -- is probably gonna get a boost too lol

my boy Finest Jeanist on God’s Green Earth is next at 6th, and then MOMO IN 7TH PLACE YAAAAAY GO MOMO

and Endeavor made it to 8th! HOLY SHIT ENDEAVOR YOU FINALLY BEAT ALL MIGHT IN THE APPROVAL RATINGS. THESE TRULY ARE MAD DAYS

Iida beat All Might as well and made it to #9! though only by 100 votes

and All Might is in 10th, and then Aizawa is at 11th. oh Aizawa. you were upstaged by a crotchety old man seeking to make amends for his past sins, and a denim-clad meme who nearly made the ultimate sacrifice against AFO and then proceeded to not be in the manga for 120 chapters and counting. but it’s okay you were never in this for the fame

anyways the rest of the results are listed here, but some quick parting remarks:

Gang Orca came in at 15th, presumably thanks to his EXTRA GUIDANCE

my boy Denki is in 16th place and I want him to keep moving up! go kick Shindou’s ass. how the hell did that tool make it all the way to 14th place

Ojiro is still inexplicably popular to me. he’s a nice guy but you could replace him with a cardboard cutout of himself probably and I bet you it would take some time before anyone noticed something was off

Jirou is at 21st despite her performance in the Band AU arc and that is fucked up, people. WHERE IS THE RESPECT

Shinsou somehow went down despite finally making his reappearance in the series?? I seriously don’t understand how popularity works, at all

Overhaul beat Mirio by 3 votes and while I’m so psyched Mirio did better than the last poll (up to 26th place! these 455 people have impeccable taste), this fact is utterly depressing to me. did these people actually read the arc, for real

NIGHTEYE IS AT 27TH AND I’M SO SAD. not about him being at 27th, because that’s actually pretty good. but just, you know. because once again I am reminded that he’s dead sob

lastly, in the American popularity poll Bakugou received 38,000 fucking votes holy shit. we may not have any fucking clue how to vote for presidents but at least we fucking got something right, goddamn. and Mirio in 9th place. and Aizawa in 6th. you guys are all right, US fandom

anyways that took like 25 years and if I’d known it was going to be this long I would have saved the poll to be its own damn recap lol. but now on to the actual chapter!

lol so Vlad is like ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, YOU DON’T WANT TO STOP THEM??

Vlad this is just how we do things around here. not all of us can be ~safe~ teachers whose students don’t get attacked and abducted every Wednesday afternoon. some of us like to live on the edge and be super irresponsible because we’re lazy and also because the students will honestly manage to get into trouble regardless of whether we do our jobs or not

and anyways Aizawa says that if Deku’s quirk acts up again he’ll stop it so it’ll be fine

and All Might’s asking Aizawa why

well it’s obviously because he wants to give Shinsou a chance to complete his examination. and maybe he wants to see how the kids deal with this unexpected twist as well. so long as nobody gets hurt, why not

oh my god Aizawa

this man is fighting to reclaim that top 10 spot. never give up. never surrender

so we’re cutting to panels of all 9 battlin’ kids, and he says all of them are still trying to win this battle

because fucking plus ultra, in other words

sob I should be more indignant shouldn’t I. has this school actually made me come around to their way of thinking

nah, it’s only because everything is clearly fine now. had this scene taken place even 90 seconds earlier I would have been all “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, OF COURSE YOU SHOULD STOP THEM”

lol what

he just shows his affection in some very strange ways tbh

anyway so here we go! back to the kiddos! Deku and Shinsou are each holding onto Shinsou’s scarf and staring each other down!

and now Shinsou has GONE FISHIN’

this is beyond hilarious to me. oh my god. Deku you could just let go

but I guess he thought he could out-muscle him. like if anything, he’d be the one pulling Shinsou down to where he is. but instead he’s falling off of the platform where he and Ochako were standing

and Ochako’s running over and she’s all “Deku lost...?! in a power struggle?!”

that makes it sound like Game of Thrones lmao

Deku’s glancing back up at her and says he can’t use his quirk right now because he’s worried about putting everyone in danger again

yeah, that’s probably a good call. at least until you get a handle on your emotions. even ol’ Hellboy was all “much as I love my awesome fucking quirk, it’s been powered up to here and back now so results may vary”

Ochako says that in that case they should retreat and regroup

lol how are you going to fucking retreat. this has already turned into a melee battle, they’ll just follow you

and Deku says that if they retreat now, they’ll lose

ah, good point

this is their chance to capture him, when he’s exposed and his quirk which relies heavily on stealth and surprise has been neutralized

Ochako’s jogging over to him

oh my god

IT’S THE BATTLE HE’S BEEN PREPARING FOR HIS ENTIRE LIFE

oh to see Katsuki’s reaction to this. sigh

oh. but Deku is dotting and he says “not exactly”

what are you up to you mysterious little chia pet

meanwhile ASHIDO MINA IS BEING A TOTAL BADASS AND I’M HERE FOR IT

THIS ACID MAY STING! A BIT!!

(ETA: you know, I made fun at the time, but given all the other shit we’ve seen today, I have to give her credit for at least warning her opponents before attempting to maim them.)

and class B is just doing the same damn thing as before

I’m surprised they’re not trying to go on offense. mind you, it shows that they have a lot of respect for Mina’s offense and they don’t feel like getting pummeled by acid this fine afternoon, which is understandable

oh shit but here we go

MINA YOU BETTER DODGE THAT SHIT, SHOUDA’S QUIRK HAS A LOT OF POTENTIAL TO BE RIDICULOUSLY BROKEN IF HE USES IT RIGHT

...holy shit

QUICK, LET’S ENJOY THIS BEFORE HE SOMEHOW RUINS IT. WHY CAN’T WE LIVE IN THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WHERE HORIKOSHI GAVE US A LOVABLE, FUNNY, AND COOL MINETA AND NOT THE HOT GARBAGE PERV THAT WE HAVE TO PUT UP WITH INSTEAD

good job Mineta. how many panels before you say something stupid to enrage us all again

oh shit I scrolled down to the rest of the page and SO FAR SO GOOD?! wow this is like a record

Mineta did something smart and creative and swooped in to save a teammate and didn’t say or do anything perverted to ruin it?? better get me an umbrella cuz I suspect the other shoe will be dropping shortly

(ETA: 3... 2...)

aaaaaaaaaaaand the very first panel on the next page is him being smacked into Mina’s chest as a result of the twin impact, apparently just as planned

well so much for that. he made it a whole five panels though

hey, imagine if Horikoshi had written that scene and then not thrown in that last part in for absolutely no reason. imagine if Mineta was like that all the time. underestimated and mostly overlooked because of his mascot-like appearance and oddball quirk, but impressing us all with surprisingly clutch saves at crucial moments. kind of like the little niche that Aoyama has established for himself. it honestly wouldn’t be that hard to make Mineta an interesting and actually funny character, and the fact that we’re going on five years of the same old shit instead is kinda disheartening

anyways, enough mourning what could have been, I guess. in the meantime Mina is grabbing him and hurling him lmao

and he’s bouncing around like a ping pong ball and class B is trying to avoid getting hit by him

oh my god. he is the special attack

ain’t nobody wanna get hit by that. that’s a smart move

Shouda says he wants to pull back, but they’re kind of surrounded now and it’s hard to come up with a plan in the spur of the moment

all credit to Mina’s astounding creative mind, which has fucking flourished in these last couple of arcs and I hope it continues to do so. she is brilliant

Tsuburaba says Shouda is having to protect the other two because they’re weak at close-range combat? say what now?? how is a telekinesis quirk weak at close-range combat, exactly?? just float some metal shit into the air and wait for Mineta to inevitably ricochet into it and concuss himself and just like that you’re free to take on Mina three against one. even someone as awesome as her would struggle with that

meanwhile, Jirou is wondering why the hell the teachers haven’t stopped the battle yet

and here’s the first we’ve seen of Katsuki since The Thing happened, so yeah you bet I’m posting that shit

he looks openly confused, and not in his normal “I don’t know what’s going on and that pisses me off so Imma make an angry face” way. but in a more overtly “what the fuck” way. not that dissimilar to the way he looked when he was watching All Might battle AFO, but with less panic, thankfully

it definitely says a lot about how far his relationship with Deku has come that this is his reaction, though. confusion and maybe slight concern, rather than anger or jealousy or automatically thinking this is something new Deku had up his sleeve that he was purposely hiding from him. he really has come such a long way since Ground Beta

anyway so here’s Deku and Ochako taking on Monoma

at least someone is using that TK quirk. or is that twin impact that he’s using. well either way, at least he’s doing something and not just standing there

oh look more Monoma monologuing

officially the most dramatic motherfucker who ever lived. but more importantly,

OH MY GOD HE’S GOING TO USE ONE FOR ALL LASKDFLKJSLKDJFLK DON’T DIE MONOMA

why he would attempt to use a quirk that he has seen breaking its original owner’s bones and only MOMENTS AGO causing its owner intense pain as he flailed around out of control is beyond me. he kind of snapped here and got all go big or go home, I guess

Deku I assure you it very much can

now Ochako’s telling Monoma to stop and that it’s dangerous! and she’s charging toward him!

OH MY GOD

HE WAS FUCKING BLUFFING?? HOW

AND OH MY GOD OCHAKO, I STAN YOU SO FUCKING HARD RIGHT NOW THOUGH. IS IT JUST ME OR ARE THE LADIES THE UNDISPUTED MVPS OF THIS FIGHT!? DEKU DOES SHE HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING HERSELF OR WHAT

wow what??

so he was trying to activate it but it wouldn’t work?

well (1) he’s damn lucky it didn’t, and (2) is that because Deku’s technically quirkless? or is it because the nature of OFA makes it so it can’t be copied or passed on to anyone against the owner’s will? that is really convenient if so

(ETA: or (3) he did copy the quirk but not the accumulated power stored within it. oooh I have some thoughts on that. gonna try and take some time this evening to type out that OFA essay.)

Shinsou’s trying to save his partner, but!

oh shit

he looks so caught off guard sob. Deku are you gonna punch him. please be gentle he is still new to this

once again, I submit for your consideration: your MVP

you see Monoma, this is how you take a supposed “supporting character” quirk and elevate it to its max potential

so now Deku’s tackling Shinsou and they’re tumbling onto the ground

Shinsou’s making another attempt to get Deku to talk but our boy is too smart for that shit now. fool him once, shame on you. fool him twice, shame on him. but you still haven’t managed to fool him thrice so it looks like he can be taught!

and Shinsou is again saying he’s not the same as when they last fought

ahhhhhhhh we’re cutting back to the teachers now ARE WE GONNA GET SOME SHINY MENTOR FEELS

YESSSSSSSSSSS

HOWIRHFALSKDLFJL THE PONYTAIL LIVES, MY FRIENDS

oh my god oh my god

mentor feels! All Might you’re not the only one who’s been training kids out in the woods in the wee hours of the morning!

Aizawa is self-taught holy fucking shit this man’s talent is severely underrated

THE PONYTAIL. I NEED TO MENTION IT AGAIN FOR OBVIOUS REASONS

and I don’t think I’ve rambled about this yet, but! now we’re finally getting to see why Aizawa took such a personal interest in Shinsou, and I’ve been waiting and waiting for this and I’m so happy we’re finally getting to it. he sees himself in him. they both have powerful quirks capable of incapacitating even the strongest opponents, but the catch is that those quirks are mental rather than physical. physically they are essentially quirkless, and so if they ever get caught off-guard -- or pitted against giant robot opponents, or opponents who are otherwise immune to their abilities -- they’re at a huge disadvantage

so here’s this kid who’s very much like him, and Aizawa has no obligation to reach out to him, but he does so all the same, because he cares, and if he can help this kid fulfill his dreams and not have to stumble along and make it up as he goes the way he had to, isn’t that worth doing?

Aizawa Shouta let me just once again say that it’s a war crime that you were not ranked in the top ten, and I think we need to conduct a special investigation into these poll results. I’m only seeking justice and the truth

OKAY BUT THIS IS SOME INDIRECT HIGH PRAISE FOR THE ENTIRETY OF CLASS “NOT A SINGLE ONE OF US WAS EXPELLED” 1-A THOUGH AND I CAN’T EVEN DEAL

AND THEN THE FLASHBACKS TO SHINSOU AFTER HIS FIRST BATTLE, AND BEING SO HARD ON HIMSELF. BECAUSE HE WANTS TO LIVE UP TO AIZAWA’S FAITH IN HIM. OH MY GOD I CAN’T, THIS IS SO GOOD THOUGH AND I’M EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED

so now Shinsou’s shouting again that he’s not the same as he was back then!

and he’s using his capture weapon to bring a bunch of heavy pipes crashing on top of them!

BUT NOW DEKU IS HAVING SOME MENTOR FEELS OF HIS OWN OH GOODNESS

;________; WHY DID THAT MAKE ME TEAR UP, SOMEBODY EXPLAIN

(ETA: I think because it’s a reminder that all of the past wielders of OFA are just as good and pure as All Might in their own ways, and they’ve all been working tirelessly to fight evil this whole time, and it’s like Deku doesn’t have just one mentor, but he has eight now.)

AAAAAHHHHHHHH

LOOK AT HIM USING BLACKWHIP IN THE SAME MANNER AS THE CAPTURE SCARF WEAPON, THOUGH?? DID SHINSOU INSPIRE HIM

(ETA: of course he did. this is Deku, he takes and learns from everyone. I love it.)

AND JUST LOOK AT THIS FUNKY LITTLE SUCCESSOR LIVING UP TO THE FAITH THAT’S BEEN PLACED IN HIM

oh my god. what a damn chapter. this recap is almost 4000 words and it was worth it. I love this arc

#bnha #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta #shinsou hitoshi #uraraka ochako #monoma neito #ashida mina #shouda nirengeki #kodai yui #yanagi reiko #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #shoutout to horikoshi who passed the bechdel test again today #as much grief as I give him for the mineta stuff and for his ratio of female to male heroes and ofa wielders #I gotta give him credit where it's due #and mina and ochako are amazing in this chapter right here as well #this series can be so good about some things even if other things leave a lot to be desired #that's just life I suppose #but I do appreciate the amount of asskicking from my badass ladies #and I acknowledge that it's something that's still all too rare in shounen manga #so while things may not be perfect I'll take what I can get and give my girls their props #toga mina and ochako you guys are crushing it #more of this please

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artistjojo1228 · 5 years ago

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Rock and Roll Storytime #12: Crossroad Blues: The Myth of Robert Johnson’s Life

Since Blues is the direct precursor to Rock and Roll, I feel it appropriate to share this story here.

This is one of only two photographs of Robert Johnson (no relation to Tommy Johnson). He was a blues musician who lived in the Mississippi Delta back in a time when the Jim Crow laws still ruled the American South. Back then, an African-American man could be lynched just for looking at a white woman.

All I can say is that, I’m grateful that, for the most part, we live in more enlightened times now. (Make no mistake though, we’ve still got a long ways to go)

Robert recorded only twenty-nine songs in his lifetime, and yet he inspired an entire generation of budding rock stars, including Eric Clapton, Bob Dylan, the Rolling Stones (most notably Brian Jones and Keith Richards), and Fleetwood Mac, just to name a few. However, we know very little about Robert Johnson, except for the fact that he was a blues musician who died at the age of 27 on August 16, 1938. We don’t even know where he’s buried, as is evidenced by the fact that no less than three headstones mark different possible locations where he was likely buried.What little we’ve managed to find out about his life has been through no small amount of effort.

Because of that, his life is largely surrounded in mystery, and as a consequence of that, there are a lot of stories surrounding his life.

For example, some stories offer a supernatural explanation for Robert’s talents...

That story goes a little something like this:

Once upon a time, in about 1930, Robert Johnson was just a nineteen-year-old with more than a vested interest in learning to play the guitar. Problem was, like anyone who’s ever taught themselves to play an instrument or has taken lessons, it’s never easy learning to play an instrument, especially so when you’re teaching yourself.

It gets especially problematic when the only place you can get your hands on the instrument in question is in a place where there are plenty of people who have to suffer through every single off-key note you’re teaching yourself.

See, back then, blues musicians would perform in what were called “juke joints”, which sources tell me is an informal establishment featuring music, drinking, gambling, and dancing. They were primarily run by African-Americans, who were barred from most other establishments thanks to those stupid Jim Crow laws. Whenever the performers were taking a break, Robert would pick up the guitars, and attempt to teach himself. As can be evidenced by the fact that he was a learning musician, nobody wanted to hear the first off-key notes of someone just starting to teach himself guitar (I’m teaching myself to play piano, and trust me, there’s a reason I will only practice if no one else is in the immediate vicinity).

So anyway, eventually, he left home for a while, possibly after another incident involving people generally getting annoyed with him playing the guitar terribly. About six to twelve months later though, he returned, and this time, when he picked up the guitar, he was, by now, very talented.

For those of you who haven’t listened to a Robert Johnson recording, he could play the melody, rhythm, and bass lines all at once, stamp his foot to the beat, and beyond that, he did that all while singing. Keep in mind, I’ve been in choir and learned the whole breath control thing, and that’s still insane to me.

For many though, there was simply no explanation for his sudden talents. Some say he learned the guitar under the tutelage of Ike Zimmerman (or Zinnerman depending on who’s telling the story. But most others say that Robert sold his soul in exchange for mad guitar skills.

Okay, let’s face it, there’s always going to be claims that one musician or another sold his/her soul for talent (*cough* Jimmy Page *cough*), but Robert was one of the ones who seem to have popularized this notion.

Allegedly, he went down to the crossroads at about midnight, and was approached by “a big black man” (I can’t make that up). The other man took Robert’s guitar and tuned for him, strumming out a little song for him. The devil then handed the guitar back to Robert, allegedly saying something along the lines of “Once I give you this guitar, your soul is mine.” Of course, Robert took the guitar, and went down in music history.

Adding onto the mythology a bit, I must also tell the story of his death. See, his death certificate says that he died of congenital syphilis, but, let’s face it, back then, I think it’s safe to say that oftentimes, no one cared when an African-American man died, and it was years later when some people researching his life determined that syphilis was the likely killer. We may never know for sure what killed Robert Johnson in either case. What people instead prefer to tell is the one I will relate to you now...

One night, Robert was playing at another juke joint, and at one point, he decided to start flirting with the wife of the guy running the place (not a good idea no matter what decade you live in). Her husband then got it in his head to slip something in Robert’s drink. Some say it was strychnine, but some toxicologists have spoken against this theory, saying that if Robert had ingested strychnine, he would’ve been dead within hours, not three days. At least one book I read on the matter stated that the bartender had actually slipped mothballs into Robert’s drink, and it wasn’t meant to kill him, but he caught pneumonia as a result of a weakened immune system and he never recovered. In either case, no matter what substance it was, something was slipped into Robert’s drink. One of Robert’s friends, Sonny Boy, knocked the bottle out of Robert’s hand, and admonished him: “Man, don't never drink from an open bottle. You don't know what could be in it.” However, Robert is said to have replied, "Man, don't ever knock a bottle out of my hand."

Of course, according to legend, Robert ordered a second bottle of whiskey, and three days later, he died a slow, painful death. According to legend, some of those who saw Robert on the day he died said that he was crawling on all fours, barking like a dog. As I said, if this is true, then it would suggest that Robert died painfully, but to others, this suggested that it was the Devil, come to collect Robert’s dues.

As I stated earlier, Robert Leroy Johnson died on August 16, 1936, and was buried in an unmarked grave near where he died. Although he died young, and is considered by some to be one of the earliest members of the 27 Club, the 29 songs he left behind have continued to inspire musicians for generations after.

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Sources/Further Readings: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=feIaNfFONWo https://keepingthebluesalive.org/mystery-robert-johnsons-death/ https://www.udiscovermusic.com/stories/devils-music-myth-robert-johnson/ 27: Robert Johnson by Chris Salewicz Remastered: Devil at the Crossroads https://jbonamassa.com/musicians-who-sold-their-soul-to-the-devil/ https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Music/RobertJohnson https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juke_joint https://www.npr.org/2011/05/07/136063911/robert-johnson-at-100-still-dispelling-myths https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Johnson https://www.thevintagenews.com/2018/01/20/crossroads-robert-johnson/ https://www.roadsideamerica.com/tip/26919 https://liveforlivemusic.com/features/robert-johnson-doc-review-devil-crossroads/ https://entertainment.howstuffworks.com/devil-and-robert-johnson.htm

#robert johnson #27 club #blues #rock and roll

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figjelly · 7 years ago

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On grammar: if rules are arbitrary, why follow them?

Welcome to this week’s addition of Advice Nobody Asked For (ANAF). Every Monday I’ll post something regarding writing work I’m doing and some advice I have regarding my current experiences. It’s been a hot minute since the last ANAF because my life changed drastically so my time comes at a high premium (more so than before). This morning, I was editing a new chapter to send off to my editor and realized a new, small something about grammar and what makes writing “correct.” Long post under the cut:

I am not a licensed “expert” on communication and language, but I’d like to think I’m better than an expert because being rabidly fanatic about “facts” comes part and parcel with being an expert. I am, of course, speaking from my time in academia. But I suspect most people would consider experts as having a great deal of formal education from an institution. I’m not a zealot when it comes to disciplines. I’m discerning and critical. Unrelated to this ANAF, I probably made a lot of people hate me in academia for the same reason I’m not religious: I don’t have what it takes to blindly follow and be part of an assembly line. That is neither here nor there. All you need to know is, I’ve got a crap ton of formal education and applicable experience when it comes to writing. Anyway, you probably had at least one language arts teacher during your education who was hard on grading when it came to grammar. Maybe they knew a lot. Maybe they knew like one or two rules that they were really intent on making sure you fixed. Some of these rules might have looked like:

Don’t split infinitives.

“Ain’t“ is not a word because it breaks down into “are is not”

Never start a sentence with “but.”

These are popular adages that I grew up with anyway. I’m really pleased to see tumblr engaging with the ideas of descriptive vs prescriptive language. Just take a moment to at least read the brief descriptions of those wiki pages because it’ll become important for the rest of this ANAF. I am a hardcore descriptionist. Anytime something involves telling me how things should happen, I’m immediately skeptical and want to know, “Okay, why should X happen?” A great deal of “shoulds” in life end up being social norms that are trying to wash out the richness of variation in human behavior. Communication is a human behavior. Language is a type of communication; therefore, it is a type of human behavior. Did you notice that pretentious semicolon I threw into that previous sentence? It would have be equally intelligible as “Language is communication so it’s a behavior too.” That, my friends, is what I like to call Ash’s Law of If You Can Understand What the Hell was Just Communicated to You, It’s All Good. Language is a living, dynamic tool. That is what it is. I’ve spent over a decade studying language from sociolinguistics to ethology to cognitive neuroscience. To me, if it works then congrats, it counts. But how does all of this pertain to writing? My editor @nuwanders is probably the most talented and patient person I know. Why? Because the amount of TED Talks I give when commenting on her edits would drive any other person mad by this point. Over the years, I’ve become more aware that without great characters and characterization, complicated plots are just Sudoku puzzles and, man, do I hate Sudoku. That’s not to say Sudoku is awful--it’s just not how I want to spend my time. I’m the same way about crossword puzzles. I like the idea of how small details can be put into such complicated but richly ordered puzzles. I just sorta, kinda hate being patient with them. So, characters is where I land for how to start a story. I often write in first-person POV. Sometimes I’ll opt for third-person, limited POV. It’s easier for me to engage with my own work. My editor and I will often go back and forth on these issues:

Character dialogue isn’t grammatically correct.

Story that is not dialogue isn’t grammatically correct.

Somewhere I completely fucked things up and the back and forth is me going, “oh shit, so sorry, yes you are completely right ugh why did I make such a simple mistake???”

Okay, okay, #3 happens but it still embarrasses me to slip into wrong verb tenses (I often flip between present and past tense because my brain is usually in five different places on a good day and who knows why I do things). I know all sorts of verb tenses. I know the difference between present perfect and future perfect conditional. INSERT PLUG ABOUT HOW LEARNING OTHER LANGUAGES HELPS YOU BE A BETTER WRITER HERE. That all-caps plug was intentional btw. #1 is usually a short conversation where I explain that character A isn’t as formally educated as character B or that character C just “doesn’t talk like that.” It’s easier to make a descriptive case for a descriptive instance. #2 is more complicated. Let’s say there exists a character named Lita. She is clever although lacks a formal education beyond primary schooling. She reads a lot, works at a grocery store, and enjoys participating in community theater. If I had to tell a story about Lita, regardless of plot and her objectives, those small, background details need more fleshing out. Why? Because the details of those smaller, inconsequential items informs me how I need to report Lita’s story to an audience. Lita only exists in my head. I am trying to communicate to people a whole new world that exists only in my thoughts. That doesn’t mean that some of the thoughts won’t be easier to communicate. We all know what reading is. I don’t have to explain that process. But it does matter what type of reader Lita is. Fleshing out this detail will tell ME as the writer how I need to report Lita’s thoughts to you. If I write in first-person: “I picked up the book, read a few chapters, and then went to bed.” This tells me that Lita is a casual reader who probably isn’t too invested in critical theory of literature. I’d have a hard time convincing someone with that sentence alone that Lita was reading a hard science fiction novel. I’d have an easier time convincing you that it was a romance novel. If I wrote: “I picked up the book, got a few chapters read and then finally made the decision to go to bed.” There’s kinda a problem here. It communicates the same information as the first example, but the grammar and structure of the sentence--the way I’ve decided to report to you how Lita reports her information to me--that kinda makes that sentence a little harder to swallow. (Not really the point but I can explain if anyone asks why I’d say that). Having a name for a rule is a language “hot key” for being able to point out when something seems off. To be quite honest, it took me longer to write sentence #2 than it did sentence #1 because breaking the rule is hard for me now. Parallel structure in a sentence with a list of items simply makes the information parse easier for me. It’s a case of X, Y, Z that I’m then able to use to create a voice for my character. I just need to be able to keep X, Y, Z in mind. And that’s really why knowing the rules helps you break them: it helps create a louder voice for your character, really allows them to shine through so the story isn’t just the writer’s report of what the character is doing in their particular environment. Let’s see if I can’t make Lita a little more real:

“I picked up the book, gently sliding the bookmark from between two page to place it on my nightstand. Deciding to read a few chapters, I sat up straight and felt myself smiling at title of the next section. Lost Love. These sorts of chapters were my favorite. That moment when two lovers reconnected, their emotions so complicated that the only thing they can say to one another is, ‘You’re looking well. How’ve things been?’ But after three hours of getting sucked in, I realized how late it was and finally made the decision to go to bed.”

There’s a little mix and matching going on here, but knowing the rule of parallel structure helps me as a writer focus on something more important (i.e. the basics) so I can break it apart to make it more interesting. It’s easier on me to organize and plan if I use rules so I can help make the report of a fictional character’s thoughts easier to communicate. Sometimes fictional characters don’t report to us in grammatical ways because we, as writers, are privy to their stream of consciousness (which is decidedly not grammatical). Our thoughts come to us in stranger ways than language. Lita might only report to me that dealing with an angry customer in ways that are 0% words--frustration, heat (body temp), and the need to get away from a situation. That’s not a great way to report things. An example: “Hot. I’m hot. Idiot. I know the rules. Yelling, heart races, pound pound. Leave leave leave idiot need to be doing other things idiot stop yelling.” That is a very hard report of an internal world to follow. BUT depending on the character, it might be effective to break rules of punctuation and clarity of action. You might have a character whose self-report breaks down so much that you, as the writer, are simply forced to transcribe and little else. It’d be effective for creating a character who might dissociate in stressful situations or whose suffered an injury so severe the pain sort of takes over all organization. I can’t tell you when or what when it comes to using such a strategy but I can use rules (again, language hot keys to quickly point out something that is different from expectations) in order to try and figure out why or how using or breaking a rule is effective. In that stream example above, I can say that lack of punctuation makes me feel uneasy. Punctuation is a rule we use in writing to help organize and transition thoughts. I know how to use punctuation to sound pretentious (see: that semicolon above). I know how to limit how many words might occur between punctuation in order to create quick actions (short, choppy, active voice sentences are good here). But, more importantly, when I know the rules and have really internalized them as second-nature, I don’t spend as much time worrying about how to apply the rules. Instead, I can work on figuring out when and why I should or should not use a rule. Rules are arbitrary in the way that social rules are arbitrary--they’re pretty meaningless devoid of context. We follow rules because we don’t live in vacuums. Deviations from rules come with consequences, effects. Following rules also has consequences, effects. Knowing the rules allows you to become good at examining the effects of following the rules. When you deviate from rules, it gives you an opportunity to then compare and contrast the effects. So, what if you don’t know a rule? Imagine a social situation where the rules are much different than what you’re comfortable with. You might try different things based on what you do know, but without having the internalize, first-hand experience, it’s going to be rocky. You’ll probably have difficulties pointing to exactly why things seem so hard, why you can’t improve (improvement being individualized, of course). Then, imagine some at this particular social situation says, “You tend to show your teeth a lot while smiling. It’s unnerving.” Et voila! (Yes, I’m too lazy to get the accent mark, excuse the rule-breaking). Now you know to smile without showing so much teeth! Things are a bit smoother now! And guess what? Now that you know that people find the whole “smiling with teeth” thing unnerving, guess what you have? If you wanna tell a story about a strange encounter you had with someone, you can smile with teeth to report that you were unnerved while dealing with the stranger! Example: “So, the entire time, this guy is just staring at me so I’m just like, please please go away.” And then you smile with some teeth to show nervousness, unease. BAM! New Hot Key Unlocked! Grammar and writing work much in the same way. Grammar is a fancy way of saying “language hot keys.” Poetry is a really good example of how knowing rules allows you to break it into interesting ways because poetry is concerned with how things sound as well. There are rules for the sounds our mouths make, what’s pleasing to hear (consonance) and what’s not (dissonance). But poetry also has interesting grammatical rules as well. Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass is a great example of how breaking well-known rules can produce something distinct and unique. So, I’ve rambled quite a bit. I’ll leave it at that for now but I’m always happy to field questions.

#anaf #thank you for coming to my ted talk #writing #writing advice

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ritingsandwramblings · 8 years ago

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Sunshine Part 1 (Ben Platt x Reader)

Prompt: requested by @just-another-imagine-writer : “Ben Platt/Reader in which reader is super anxious (generalized anxiety) and he tries to help as best as he can and tells her about how brave they are/how Evan would have handled his anxiety (since the reader heavily depends on Evan Hansen’s character as well as Ben himself) *screaming internally bc I don’t like asking off anon but I’m pretty sure you could write this way better than I coULD!!!*”

IM SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG FUCK

Gender neutral Reader btw!!

Warnings: anxiety, anxiousness, spoiler to the first lines of the show ig,

This is two parts bc I felt like this was too long to add a part about Ben helping the reader by saying what Evan would do. 💕💕

I said I while ago I wasn’t gonna write anymore cast member fics bc I didn’t feel like I could know them well enough to get their personality perfectly accurate but here you go it’s an exception bc this prompt is so cute and I feel like I can get Ben pretty accurate after being a ben platt stan™ for like 5 years now lmao. Also I’m so flattered that you think I could write this so good tysm!!!!

Honestly I did so much research for this I didn’t wanna fuck up the GAD (generalized anxiety disorder) parts and not describe them well because I didn’t want to not make it serious enough or just get it wrong bc GAD exposure (or any mental illness exposure) is so important to some people and if I’m gonna contribute to that exposure I’m not gonna get the info wrong!!! Source credits is Wikipedia tho tbh I read the entire wiki article on GAD. Also I tried to include Reader helping Ben too since Ben has anxiety as well so!!! Cute fluff of such a healthy helpful relationship!!!

Nickname (and title) credit to @chelykat451-blog Tysm!!!!

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You had cried the first time you went to see Bens show. It was a clear memory for you, going to the Music Box Theatre much earlier than when the show was set to start. It was the opening night for their move to Broadway, so the street leading up to the theatre was crowded with cameras, fans, and interviewers all dying to get a glimpse of the cast. Ben brought you with him early, hoping that the rest of the cast and crew wouldn’t be mad about him bringing you backstage. You could hear the crowds from down the street, and your increasingly clammy hand began to unconsciously tighten around Bens. He looked at you, knowing your feelings of anxiety reciprocated his own and feeling sympathy. Pulling the hood of your jacket tight, you and Ben walked fast towards the stage door, you on the inside closest to the building, him on the outside waving to fans and smiling to a few before he got to the door, letting you two in.

Once inside the door you let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding, closing your eyes and leaning against a wall, letting your head fall back against it. Ben hesitantly grabbed your shoulders, almost pulling away when you jumped at the contact. You leaned into his chest though, not letting him pull away just yet. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Hey, you were so brave, okay, Sunshine?” He said, using his nickname for you, a reference to your large love for the Beatles song Here Comes The Sun, “I’m so proud of you, you did it! Go Y/N!” Ben whispered into your hair, kissing your head again as you giggled into his chest. Pulling away slowly, he looked into your eyes and gave you a reassuring smile, before taking your hand in his and leading you up the stairs to his dressing room, where you stayed while he got ready for the show. You sat on the couch in his room after stripping off your coat and watched while he prepared. It was mesmerizing watching him put on his costume and get his hair and makeup done. He was so dedicated and focused and you couldn’t be more proud of him. When it reached seven they opened the doors for the nights audience to enter, the rush of the pushing crowd getting louder as more people filed into the theatre. You rubbed your right thumb against the palm of your left hand nervously, bouncing your leg as you knew eventually you’d have to go to your seat and you were sure something would go wrong somehow. Ben noticed your anxiety and walked over, kneeling in front of you on the floor, resting his chin on your knee that wasn’t bouncing, his hands resting on your waist.

“It won’t be long, Sunshine, okay? You’ll only be out there for forty-five minutes and then I’ll be onstage, okay? Just forget everyone around you and focus on me.” Ben said, looking up into your nervous eyes. You looked up from your hands and met his eyes, giving him a reassuring close mouthed grin, silently telling him you would be okay and could do this. You stood up, him following, and wrapped your arms around him in a big hug.

“I love you, and I’m so unbelievably proud of you, Benny,” you told him, feeling slightly emotional as you thought of this journey and all that Ben had done, “Now, break an arm!” You said, joking about the cheesy ‘break a leg’ saying and his characters broken arm. He snorted, his nose crinkling as he laughs.

“Thank you. I love you too, you nerd,” He kissed your forehead before you left his warm embrace, leaving his dressing room and going through a series of doors and down many sets of stairs until you got to your seat. It was in the front toe, with the rest of the friends and family of the cast, next to Ben’s parents and siblings. You smiled at his mom as you sat next to her, your seat being on the outside of the row so nobody was on your left side. She talked excitedly to Bens father for the next forty minutes while you continuously rubbed your thumb on your hand.

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After the never ending forty minutes wait, the show started. You watched, tearing up at the sight of your boyfriend on stage, on Broadway, the lead in a show. You knew he was fulfilling his dream, and you couldn’t describe the pride you had for him.

“Dear Evan Hansen, today is going to be a good day, because, because all you have to do is just… just be yourself… and also confidence…” Ben began to ramble as his character, the audience and you included giggling at his nervous rambling. Soon enough, Rachel entered the stage as his mom, but your eyes were still glued on Ben. You noticed his anxious behavior and how he began chewing his nails and messing with the hem of his shirt and you geared up once again. You didn’t stop crying even after the show ended, many hours later.

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“Oh my god, Benny, that was beautiful!” you say excitedly as you walk down the hallway backstage to meet up with Ben. He was sweaty and has tears staining and snot covering his face, but you didn’t care. You ran up to him and pulled him into a tight hug, still crying hard from the show.

“Thanks, Sunshine! You liked it? Oh I’m so glad you liked it!” Ben said with just as excitement, his nose crinkling in happiness again.

“Liked it? I loved it!” You pulled away and wiped your tears, even though t was pointless as more continued to fall. Even if Ben wasn’t the lead, the show was still amazing and meant a lot to you. It was very emotional for you being able to see representation of a teen with anxiety, since you were diagnosed when you were fifteen and had dealt with generalized anxiety ever since. Ben knew this, and had told you about the show and character when he first landed the part, telling you that he wanted to use some of your ticks and traits to help make Evan more realistic. You agreed, of course, wanting to see a realistic anxiety representative in media.

“You did great, Benny, that was perfect.” You cried, grabbing each side of his face and giving him a kiss. He rested his hands on your tear-stained cheeks as well, kissing back just as passionately as you did to him.

#deh #dear evan hansen imagine #dearevanhansen #dear evan hansen x reader #dear evan hansen #deh x reader #deh imagine #bensplatt #Ben Platt #ben platt x reader #tw #anxiety//

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fictionstuff · 6 years ago

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Titel: Koe no Katachi

Plot: The story revolves around Shouko Nishimiya, an elementary school student whom has severe hearing loss. She transfers into a new school, where she is bullied by her classmates. Shouya Ishida, one of the bullies, bullies her to the point that she transfers to another school once again. As a result, he is ostracized and bullied himself, with no friends to speak of and no plans for the future. Years later, he sets himself on a path to redemption; to right the wrong he has inflicted onto both of their lives (mainly Shouko). (credits to the koe no katachi fandom wiki)

Main Characters: Shouya Ishida Shouko Nishimiya Naoka Ueno

Points: 9.5/10

Such a bittersweet and rich of tears story. I've actually pick up the manga right after the film and just read it through in a couple of days, because it's just too good to put away. The story is nothing out of this world, but about redemption, about friendship, about struggling with yourself and finding solace in others, about wanting to making it up because you've done someone so wrong, you regret it even after years. This is the story of Ishida, a young boy, who happened to bully a deaf girl named Nishimiya. I've hated him right from the start, because he was being mean for no reason at all – other than her being different, a point which is sometimes hard to accept for many.

The very concept of the story is to rebuild relationships, because Ishida lost all of that when he went just one step too far in his bullying. Ishida's fate shows just how flexible humanity is, how it can look away from the wrongest thing that is happening right in front of your eyes. Ishida was considered a normal boy by his peers, when he bullied Nishimiya and then we went just one step ahead and was deemed unnormal and aggressive and due to his his world has broken into pieces and in this story he's trying to rebuild everything from the scratch. He's growing up and learns about taking responsibility, for what he had done to Nishimiya and that nothing he'd ever do would entirely make up for that.

This story makes you question about who is in the right and who is wrong, because they're all young people with different point of views. It's a story filled with emotions and wrong decisions and trying to find yourself, trying to be better and trying to mend relationships of people you've grown distant to.

Ishida is our main male protagonist, who seems to be isolated and alone most of the time, afraid to stand up for himself. He's been living a lone wolf life for years already, but when he meets Nishimiya again, his world gradually changes and he wants to make up for the shit he's done to her. He's the very opposite of how he was as a kid and through his journey, he gradually learns to understand Nishimiya. He's hurt himself by hurting her and he knows that he must return her happiness, because he was the one who took it initially, so in all honesty, he tries to make her smile again. I like how the focus wasn't on the romantical underlying tones, but I more than anything love their interactions and that the end may have given us a glimpse of their love towards one another. Ishida is a great protagonist, he just won me over with his efforts and honesty.

Nishimiya on the other hand seems rather easy-going in contrast to Ishida. Although she's not completely deaf, she can be considered clinically deaf. Despite her hard fate, she's cheerful and forgives rather easily. Although Ishida treated her like a piece of dirt and even ripped her hearing aid from her ear and probably hurt her quite a lot, she forgives him like nothing really happened. She seems very clueless from time to time, almost like a newborn baby, but deep within she's fighting a big fight. When she's alone it's quite obvious, that she's very unsatisfied with herself. She doesn't come off as emotional though, because as Ishida gets to know, she's been living a hard and lonely life. At one point, she attempts to jump off a balcony, which kind of broke my heart, because until then she almost seemed happy, cheerful, hiding many emotions behind a smile. She thinks of herself as a burden and rightfully so, nobody ever showed her that it was different.

Apart from the main couple I do want to mention Ueno, too. She's been a pain the entire show, honestly. She's blunt and straight forward, she has many many emotional outbursts, she screams for no big reason and she's also quite aggressive and violent. She comes off as dull and insensitive way too many times, because she is hesitant to change. Despite that she always regrets her outbursts in the end and she knows she must fix something, but it's always easier to go back to old habits, right? Her development in here is A+ though. In the end she acts almost like a different person and it's only due to Ishida and Nishimiya taking her along. She reminded me of myself a couple of times, I also happen to say things I don't even mean just because I am mad. But then again, we all sometimes probably do.

Needless to say that I love this movie, although the manga is even better (in my opinion). Everyone who liked the movie should give the manga a try!

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Chapter 32: The Bridgehead

“It seems there’s no longer any way to stop Animata’s rampage.”

In the last chapter, the crew got warped to yet another strange planet. They fought alien creatures, ran into a robot soldier, and were led to his king - who turns out to be 54B2. Needless to say, everyone is... very confused.

32-1 We never imagined we would really find survivors.

“You are kindred, fellow citizens of this world. To us, you are a beacon of hope.”

Concluding thus, the Oxsecian king welcomes you with open arms.

Not long ago the Oxsecians were bitter enemies. Now they surround you – but they’re disarmingly friendly. Eerily so.

Still, here you can finally settle down and rest. Unable to resist that temptation, you decide to stay a while.

So the god of the planet turns out to be a sentient technological lifeform, the party has traveled to several other worlds, but time travel?

Pfffffft, that’s only in stories

“A supply run to the bridgehead…”

According to Proto, the troops stationed there are setting up a critical operation as a foothold in the campaign against Animata.

“Well, no point in just sitting around here, after all. Let’s lend a hand.”

And so you join the Oxsecian ranks.

Someone in one of the irc channels noted it was weird that nobody was saying a thing about supposedly joining the king’s army and destroying Animata. I think the general gist is that the party is still very bewildered about what just happened, only just able to begin recouping, nobody beyond the wildlife are attacking, and it’d be good to find out more.

And how better than to help Proto and the king?

The first battle introduces this enemy, whose notable for its de-leveling skill. It has a fairly large range, and basically means taking it out ASAP is a priority. Otherwise, stay out of their AOE.

It’s worth noting that they’re quite vulnerable to being confused… that being said, the only units who can cause confusion are Kana, R’zonand, and Yukken(^); of the three I can see people using Yukken, though the confusion comes from her Chaos Arrows skill(s). I guess you could use Kana or R’zonand if you really wanted to use their confusion inducing skills while being so extraordinarily unlucky you never managed to pull any adventurer that specialized in healing?

The next four battles introduce these two goblin enemies. Their skills are self-explanatory and all but say that this chapter mainly has sword enemies in the same way chapter 31 had spear enemies.

My team for this chapter was Olber/Bajanna/Ma’curi/Koko/Sorman/Odin. Olber provides some damage while being a tank/support for the team, while Bajanna, Ma’curi, and Odin dish out the damage. Koko is probably the one unit I personally could take or leave for this team. I took her mainly because I hadn’t invested in a lot of spear users – I’d have otherwise taken Djugan or Clara if I bothered with Vengeful Heart.

Other possible units:

· Kem and Djugan (or, since it’s now at update 5.5.x, their recodes) can be brought along, as they provide the same function for spear units as Pahrl/Korin and Ka’pori/Manmer, respectively.

· Suoh in his third job gets Phys Attack x1.2, which makes him a pretty good damage dealer. Camellia(^) is a decent spear unit, and you could probably make an interesting team with her and a bunch of male units to take advantage of her Femme Fatale equip skills. Clara is free from Vengeful Heart and seriously useful + her recode gives her some good range.

· If you don’t have a ton of these units, it’s perfectly viable to recode Odin, then recruit and SB/level another one, then put both in the party.

· Jaguna^ makes a fairly interesting spear user while being able to provide healing – which can come in handy for 32-10, and like Suoh and Camellia she can be SB’d using PoF.

· Beyond that I guess if you’re lacking in spear units just ply on any good sword units you have.

32-2 The scars of battle are everywhere.

Four battles. These two are introduced. I like how the Kirusk is a Gnorusk except with frickin’ laser beams. As an anon on the Terra Battle wiki sums it up:

I didn’t bother setting up for the last floor, which is unfortunate since I can’t really make any good pincers that chain everyone together. Nor would I have enough time to.

Ow. Olber’s Self-Sacrifice skill (he takes all damage inflicted upon allies until he’s at 1HP) is a bit of a blessing and curse. Still, he’s amazingly tanky – and he’ll become even more of a tank when recoded.

32-3 You trek all day and night, yet your destination is still a long way off.

You trek all day and night, yet your destination is still a long way off. The remains of wrecked and ruined machines litter your path.

This stage has only three battles. In each we see a bunch of sleeping Bloblins. Naturally, they’re asleep until a couple turns pass or they’re attacked.

If you maneuver carefully, you can pincer them in smaller groups and not have to worry about waking them up. This picture was after I took out the Bloblins in a column, then the upper row.

The last floor is interesting in that it throws a pair of Sands of Time at you. I prioritized taking them out, waking up the Blobins be damned, and pincered them with Odin (85+ SB%) and Ma’curi (100%) to ensure I killed them. Spear units sure get a lot of good AOE in their attacks.

32-4 Not a soul in sight…

It must’ve been quite disheartening to King 54B2 and the Oxsecians to go about, day after day, seeing their land destroyed and decimated…

First enemy medic of the chapter! The tried and true method of going for the healer first will be useful.

32-5 You’re already surrounded.

As the sun sinks towards the horizon, the alien beasts’ madness only grows with the darkness. A rank odor arises as well.

Proto keeps a sharp lookout. An unsettling presence looms.

“It feels like we’re being cornered…”

Taking the lead, Proto forges ahead in an attempt to dispel the air of unease. The rest of you trail behind like magnets.

But you’re already surrounded.

Three battles, the last of which is against a boss. There’s Carrion Cutters, and this thing,

…a greener and more poisonous version of the Mudcrawler. Same mechanics apply; it leaves behind a space of toxic slime that poisons any non-levitating unit that goes over it. The slime won’t disappear immediately when it’s killed.

Maybe it’s just me, but that green shade makes it look more adorable.

The boss of the stage, who is accompanied by two Toxicrawlers and Carrion Cutters each (he can occasionally resummon the latter). His noteworthy skill is One-Eyed Counter. Its description says it all – any unit that he can “see” will be hit with a counterattack. This can make double pincers (he’s a 2x2 boss) dangerous, especially with weak units and bow units. Rake will ruin their day.

It’s a good idea to put bulkier (ideally non-bow) units on his right side so they can sponge the counter, and keep HP topped off. Olber’s Evasive Arts, Chain came in handy for me.

Units can/will be displaced during counters, but on the bright side, if they were positioned to pincer, said pincer will still fire off. Wouldn’t it be annoying if that weren’t the case?

I wonder how he got that scar.

32-6 The alien beasts prowl even the most roundabout paths.

No matter how many you sweep away, they keep coming like endlessly propagating dust. No matter how many fall, more rise to take their place.

There’s no avoiding them, either. The alien beasts prowl even the most roundabout paths, patiently waiting.

That’s a good simile.

So, before I started this stage, I tossed on a partially leveled Shadowy Rod (an A-class companion I got from using a Companion Ticket a while back; passively grants +20% HP and +20 Def/MDef at max level) onto Olber. At level 84, his HP is 4897.

Almost 1000 HP! That’s very nice. Though I’d gotten it from the CoT, it’s worth noting this otomo can be obtained from evolving a Twilight Wand (D-class and dropped from a few stages – 9-4/12-8/15-7/25-3) and/or a Darkling Wand (evo of the former, dropped from 14-5 and 31-6). The evo path goes Twilight Wand > Darkling Wand > Gloomy Wand > Shadowy Rod.

Anyway, this stage has four battles against Slash Goblins.

32-7 You’ve come across a perfect hiding place.

I’m not surprised the party has gotten lost. They’ve been hounded all the way since they left, they probably had to detour at some point.

The last battle is notable for having a pair of Revivers, safely hidden in a ring of Goblins. Luckily, everyone is strong enough that I can pincer each part of the ring and, with the aid of a Powered Point, clear them out.

From there, the Revivers are easy pickings. It helps that you have four turns to kill them.

32-8 Everyone is distracted by the same thought.

The Sands of Time make a return, and that’s about all that’s notable for this stage. The story’s more interesting. How come we never hear about Oxsecian mothers?

32-9 The horizon blazes red, bleeding crimson into the atmosphere.

There’s a question that goes unasked: just who or what was capable of reducing a camp to smoking ruins? Not only quickly, but to the point that the party doesn’t notice anything?

Snoozing, or genuinely sleeping, since it’s dark?

There’s a few different approaches that can be done here – I prioritized the Bloblins since there’s no harm in Ma’curi’s and Odin’s AOE Spear skills hitting the Kirusks and those horizontal laser attacks won’t hit the party. Since Bajanna’s closer to the Bloblins, I kept her out of the pincer chain (though if I could’ve she’d be beside Odin or at the very bottom) and had Olber and Sorman lead the pincers.

One of the battles sticks a bunch of these guys together. Vertical pincers are the way to go. Finally, it’s in this stage, but there’s some slightly higher-leveled version that have a chance of dropping a Stalwart Sword.

32-10 That lovely gradient fractures, splitting straight down the middle!

It’s not a bad idea to bring two healers for this battle, or otherwise someone with decent healing abilities. Olber was really useful here, his Lambda form would be moreso, Jaguna^ as mentioned is another possible choice, and there’s a ton of healing otomos. The other slots are packed with your hardest-hitting units.

I kind of wish there’d be a change in the background to reflect what the party’s seeing, but this is a relatively inoffensive example of the background not really showing much. I’ve... got a lot of gripes with the backgrounds for chapter 37...

Meet Apirath.

It starts by teleporting the units you have in slots 4-6 away and fleeing.

I apparently didn’t have screencaps of these guys when I first did this, so I went back and redid the stage to grab some. You’ll see these Magic/Power Amps in each battle (there’s just one Amp in each fight, but not 1 Magic Amp and 1 Power Amp). You have two turns to take them out before they retreat, and you will want to do that ASAP.

Battle two and four bring you to whatever weird warphole your other units got transported to, where some mini-Apiraths accompany the Amp.

What potentially makes this stage tricky is that you have half a team, with one slot likely dedicated toward a Healing character. If your units have low SB, that could be annoying too.

On the bright side, you’re evenly matched.

The party rejoins for the final battle, and the boss shows itself. If there were any Amps left alive, they will buff Apirath’s relevant stat by 50%. This is a permanent boost; if too many Amps were left alive, then it’s pretty much a total party kill whenever it attacks – and its other skills are pretty annoying too.

Goes without saying it’s good to clear the mooks first.

When it does the customary glowing-to-signify-it’s-charging-up, it’s preparing to use Breath Attack. Horizontal double pincers are the best way to handle it. It’s got beefy defenses, but with time it goes down.

Your companions are all back and all accounted for. The bizarre phenomenon you experienced is new even to Proto. He relates all that has happened to the king.

The king listens with a look of agony. It seems there’s no longer any way to stop Animata’s rampage. There are few options left. The Oxsecian king must make a choice.

“Gather the people.”

“You’ve decided to tell the people, then, sire?” The royal advisor’s voice is a mixture of chagrin and resignation.

“Aye. This world has no place for us anymore. We’ve lost.”

The Oxsecian king grits his teeth, steeling himself. Then…

And on that bittersweet note, so ends chapter 32. I don’t think anyone really knows what the hell Apirath even is.

#casually terra battling

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millathekidwrites-blog · 7 years ago

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About: A famous blogger and her friend. Genre: Contemporary. TW: Mentions of suicide.

Playlist:

Go the distance - Robert Bart Immortal - Elley Duhé Don’t Kill My Vibe - Sigrid

//Download as a pdf//

Keep reading to read the story directly on the blog. Feedback is always appreciated.

August 10 11.47 p.m Jinn / nostromojinn.tumblr.com Blog

Anonymous said: Where are you?

Here.

Anonymous said: Where have you been?

I took a break, but I’m back now.

Anonymous said: Kinda though you had been kidnapped my aliens.

I wish.

Anonymous said: Are you okay?

Yeah. I’ll start posting again tomorrow or something.

Anonymous said: We were worried. Remember to drink water.

What the fuck have you guys been smoking? I’m fine. And relaxx, you’ll get your regular dose of conspiracy theories tomorrow. Promise. Peace out.

August 10 11.49 p.m Jinn / nostromojinn.tumblr.com Innbox

Private message from anonymous: Have you finally killed yourself? I fucking hope so. I’m so sick of seeing your ugly blog. Do everybody a big ass favor and NEVER COME BACK.

Private message from anonymous: Really, you just can’t disappear from a famous blog like this. Fucking ungrateful shit. I’m unfollowing, just so you know.

Private message from anonymous: Whore.

Private message from anonymous: I’m going to start following sunnyalienn instead of you. At least she can keep us updated.

August 11 9.15 a.m Jinn / nostromojinn.tumblr.com Blog

Conspiracy theory #107

Theory: According to a transcript and a documentary, Marilyn Monroe was killed because she intended to leak the existence of aliens. Marilyn, according to some people, had an affair with JFK and his brother. The threat is a result of her being ignored by both of them. She probably didn’t know how dangerous the american government was and what kind of resources they used to protect the secret about the existence of alien life on earth.

My opinion: Not one of the most interesting conspiracy theories, but just think for a second what would happen if this was true, and Marilyn hadn’t been killed? Could we have known the truth about life on other planets as early as 1960?? And how scary is it to think about this happening to other celebrities. What the fuck did Elvis, MH and Robin Williams know??

What do you think?

August 11 11.05 a.m Jinn / nostromojinn.tumblr.com Inbox

Theodyssey51: Hey girl, have you seen Alien: Covenant yet? I won’t spoil it, but damn, it’s worth seeing. Are you up to an Alien marathon soon? My boyfriend seriously wants to see all the Lord of the Rings movies. How in the hell did I end up with this idiot? SAVE ME.

nostromojinn: I seriously think you have to break up. Lord of the Rings? LORD OF THE RINGS?? That’s strike one, by the way. Also, wasn’t he the one that made you listen to One Direction?

Theodyssey51: Are you going to kill me if I tell you that Harry Styles’ music isn’t THAT bad? He’s gone solo now if you haven’t heard. All the members have, but Harry Styles is the only one worth listening too. Listen to Sign of the Times. Okay, did I just write a whole paragraph about a pop artist?

Nostromojinn: Yes, sir, you did. Strike two.

August 12 1.05 a.m Jinn / nostromojinn.tumblr.com Blog

Far away

Does anybody feel like they belong somewhere else? That they where meant to be born on a different planet, but then some cosmic disaster happened and you were born here on earth? Maybe that’s why I like everything connected to space and aliens. Because I am one. Too weird? I’ll go to bed now.

August 13 2.13 p.m Jinn / nostromojinn.tumblr.com Inbox

Theodyssey51: Have you seen that new blog everyone’s talking about?

nostromojinn: Yeah, what the hell is that? Fan-fiction about us?

Theodyssey51: Looks like it. Someone asked her about it and she didn’t deny it.

nostromojinn: Sick.

Theodyssey51: No it’s cute.

nostromojinn: Is that Vinn person suppose to be me? «It’s seemed like it dripped experience from Vinn’s eyes, like they were too eager to share all the beauty they’d seen.» Don’t think she wants to know what’s really dripping from my eyes.

Theodyssey51: Bile? She mentioned you in her first posts, so it’s probably you she’s writing about.

nostromojinn: Isn’t that kinda weird?

Theodyssey51: Can’t you just take a compliment like a regular person? Now be a cool celebrity and comment on her blog.

nostromojinn: Funny.

Theodyssey51: My character seems fun though. You think Tana is the girl who writes these stories? Maybe she needs friends.

nostromojinn: Maybe she needs a life.

Theodyssey51: You’ve reached you sarcasm limit today. Please try again with a different response.

nostromojinn: (~˘▾˘)~

August 13 5.46 p.m Jinn / nostromojinn.tumblr.com Blog

Conspiracy theory #108

Theory: God was created by aliens that landed on earth for many, many years ago. According to this website: ufointernationalproject.com, it was aliens who created all religions that exists today. The humans are apparently not smart enough to invent religions, and that’s why it’s more likely that aliens created them. And also, they’re headed towards earth right now to take those religions back, and put all humans in quarantine to prevent a cosmic disaster.

My opinion: This is BS. It has to be. Humans have figured out that the universe are made up off quarks, I think we’re smart enough to make up a man in a white dress yelling «LET THERE BE LIGHT!» And I’ve met enough stoned people to know where that «the world is a turtle» - theory stems from. Sorry guys. It was a fun one though.

What do you think?

August 15 11.30 p.m Jinn / nostromojinn.tumblr.com Inbox

Theodyssey51: HEY, guess who just got fucked.

nostromojinn: What? That’s nasty.

Theodyssey51: Ha ha. It’s not me. A friend stopped by with her cat, and we might’ve made kittens! Or our cats have. All i did was put them in a cage and wait until they got so bored and didn’t have any other choice than to mate.

nostromojinn: That’s still nasty. What if we did that to humans?

Theodyssey51: We already do. It’s called SCHOOL!

nostromojinn: I’m so happy we went to different schools.

Theodyssey51: OMG. Have you seen this?

nostromojinn: What?

Theodyssey51: https://no.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nostromojinn

August 15 10.31 p.m Wikipedia / Nostromojinn

Nostromojinn From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Nostromojinn is a famous blogger who runs nostromojinn.tumblr.com. She frequently blogs about aliens, but also about songs, feelings and every day life.

Origin and name. Nostromojinn has been blogging for three years and have several thousand followers. The name nostromojinn stems from the ship Nostromo from the movie Alien. The blog’s tagline (In space no one can hear you scream) is from Alien’s tagline (In space no one can hear you scream). She also calls herself Random chick no. 426. Something that probably refers to the planet where the Xenomorphs are from, LV-426.

Personal life Nobody knows Nostromojinn’s real name or what she looks like.

Links https://nostromojinn.tumblr.com

August 15 10.35 p.m Jinn / nostromojinn.tumblr.com Inbox

nostromojinn: WHAT THE FUCK? Did you do that?

Theodyssey51: No. I promise! It’s kinda cool, though.

nostromojinn: It’s weird. Like, sooo weird. Who’s interested in reading an article about me??

Theodyssey51: Me. And you.

nostromojinn: Nope. I’m good.

Theodyssey51: Are you going to show your face on your blog soon or what?

nostromojinn: NOOO. How do you figure that’ll go? I can fucking hear all those anonymous bastards. I thought you were prettier. Have you always been this ugly? Now I understand why you didn’t show your face.

Theodyssey51: Fuck those anonymous bastards.

nostromojinn: Easy for you to say.

Theodyssey51: Yeah, i’m an unpopular and unimportant fart.

nostromojinn: Exchange lives?

Theodyssey51: Yes plz.

August 16. 5.25 p.m Jinn / nostromojinn.tumblr.com Blog

Conspiracy theory #109

Theory: I’m not sure if this is an conspiracy theory about aliens, but when I fell down this rabbit whole, I couldn’t stop falling. Okay, so the theory is that there’s an elite (celebrities and presidents and kings and the likes) of reptiles. REPTILES? Yep. They’re shape shifters and apparently they can take human form. And they control the world. And yeah, apparently both Justin Bieber and Miley Cyrus are reptiles. Just check out this youtube video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C83f40Z9azM

My opinion: Maybe I’m a reptile? Who knows?

What do you think?

August 17 11.17 a.m Jinn / nostromojinn.tumblr.com Inbox

Theodyssey51: Excuse me, but did you change your bio to random chick no. 427 just to be an ass?

nostromojinn: Wikipedia don’t know shit.

Theodyssey51: And the price for the most petty celebrity is…. You.

nostromojinn: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Theodyssey51: You’re VERY funny.

nostromojinn: ?

Theodyssey51: https://no.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theodyssey51

August 17 10.38 p.m Wikipedia / Theodyssey51

Theodyssey51 Fra Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Theodyssey51 is an unpopular and unimportant fart.

Links https://theodyssey51.tumblr.com

August 17 10.41 p.m Jinn / nostromojinn.tumblr.com Inbox

nostromojinn: There you go, you’re famous too. Now you have nothing to complain about…

Theodyssey51: You’ll regret this.

nostromojinn: I’m so afraid.

Theodyssey51: How do you change wikipedia.

nostromojinn: Just go to edit.

Theodyssey51: Where?

nostromojinn: Omg, use your eyes.

Theodyssey51: I CAN’T FIND IT!

nostromojinn: No problem, I’ll help you.

nostromojinn: https://no.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theodyssey51

August 17 10.45 p.m Wikipedia / Theodyssey51

Theodyssey51 Fra Wikipedia, den frie encyklopedi

Theodyssey51 is unpopular, an unimportant fart and fucking great with technology.

Eksterne lenker https://theodyssey51.tumblr.com

August 17 10.47 p.m Jinn / nostromojinn.tumblr.com Inbox

Theodyssey51: I hate you.

nostromojinn: I love you.

Theodyssey51: Why are you so CUTE? I can’t stay mad at you.

August 25 9.49 a.m Jinn / nostromojinn.tumblr.com Innbox

Private message from anonymous: Why don’t you answer everyone’s questions?? It’s fucking rude.

Private message from anonymous: Why haven’t you updated your blog in several days?

Private message from anonymous: You’re pathetic.

#mystories #fiction #writeblr

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xottzot · 8 years ago

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2017-4(APR)-25-Tuesday--ANZAC DAY--Please contact me Fliss.

I was VERY VERY emotonal in my last post posted. Please forgive me. I am a destroyed person.

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Yesterday, on Saturday, 24-April-2017, somebody was walking along on the footpath carying that aboriginal feral kid in a diaper from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. That aboriginal child in a diaper normally runs around ON the actual roads, the streets, anywhere it wants to.

And being ON the footpath must have been a new experience for it since it lives (and will hopefully die) by running around all ON the roads.

That person carrying it may have been a far-flung relative (of which are innumrous) come to visit, OR it could have been a departmental trying to instill in the kid and the aboriginal CRIIHNAL HOUSEHOLD teh correct manner in which the brat-inb-a-diaper should actually be existing, that is, it is carried and NOT allowed to run along on the roads to be roadkill.

Just a minor thing. But it was very strange seeing that feral animal kid in a diaper being touted about as if it was normal.

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Oh, and as I foretold of ages ago in my blog, of the shopping trolley abandoned on the street corner near the Koongamia shops area......it's STILL there. It was put there by shitheads. The only difference is that it's now been knocked over and lying upon its side. And will be there abandoned forever and rusting away in this ghetto.

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Sunday, after dark.......a motorbike has been LOUDLY tearing all about in the darkness on the streets, all around this hellhole suburb.

And strange cars have been rapidly moving about, seeming to try to head off its 'escape routes'. And one also went to the Koongamia school oval area too.

Nobody shouldn't be surprised by Police sirens in the darkness tonight as they vainly try to capture shitheads.

And of course, thereafter all became suddenly quiet.

I suspect the damned motorbike (most probably illegal) has once more found a bolthole and been hidden in, one of the innumerous associate shithead places of which this area abounds in and is surrounded by.

All that activity has made all the dogs in this hellhole suburb barking. And it's made dear Sam & Max barking, and growling.

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My internet connectivity has been extremly slow, stopping and non-existant. And even now I am trying to post this up but completely UNABLE to post....for well over 4 hours solid......this is an everyday (at any time) occurence. -- I simply are unable despite MANY attempts to post this up earlier to have it be posted.

And my typing-in of text or anything has become terrible, least of all is because the loss of feeling in one of my hands.

Outside (earlier in the waning daylight) were the usual criminal children from the CRIMINAL HOSUEHOLD carrying on and screaming loudly. VERY LOUDLY. And I do mean literally SCREAMING insanely. For hour after hour afer hour.....

And here's just small thing, a minor incident, crazily enough, somebody has given to them (or they stole it) a small aboriginal boomerang. (plastic?) And they are all throwing it around in the middle of the roads and smashing it upon the roads using it like a throwing stick NOT a boomerang. - They could easily walk down to the oval (at the end of the road from them) and use it there but they do not. They are feral. The damned thing keeps going into peoples yards and they are leaping fences and going to retrieve it, once more an excuse to invade peoples properties.

Even I could tell then how to properly use the damned thing, and if it was molded correctly (most are cheap and are not), it would return just like a boomerang should (if it was made right), but I would do it at the oval area where there is nobody about to hurt or any peoples houses to smash. The damn things ARE lethal. THAT is what they were used for. To kill things. It was never a 'toy'. Look it up for yourself. And people often mix up boomerangs with 'killing sticks' too.--- I find it absolutely indicative that the worlds champions of correct boomerang throwing (which the boomerang returns) are NOT Australians but are Americans. The individuals concerned deserve accolades for that. And bravery awards for catching a returning flying boomerang swiftly flying through the air back at at them.

Then the shitheads in the streets all retired to sitting upon the street kerb to reinforce the fact that they have made this area into a terrible ghetto with THEM being the sole reason for it being so bad. The other non-aboriginal white shitheads are just extra, added onto the hell.

Sam and Max are both very upset and barking at all that noise and having been abandoned.

I took dear Sam & Max outside and they could see the abo's just sitting on a street kerb and acting like countless other feral and criminal aboriginals that just sit around all day. Sitting about unless they are walking wandering about comitting crime.

Max became vicious again, So did Sam. Both sam & Max had all their hair raised up and were ready to bite and attack. I was fortunate they didn't bite me.

Sometime later, the abos were tormenting the large black feral dog (of their OWN). The dog has they have freely roaming about on the streets. Meanwhile the abo's are...screaming loudly. Loudly, as if they were being murdered kind of shrieking, loud SCREAMING. The criminal aboriginals DO NOT OBEY LAWS. They simply DO NOT. They do as they want at any time of the night or day. And they are indulged by Police and authorities to an incredible latitude that you have no idea of.

I've long since lost count of the schemes and ideas (many inane) that Police and authorities have tried to use with the criminal ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD(s) in this hellhole in thoroughly futile attempts to make then 'normal'. Everything which the criminals just exploit and vandalise and destroy. (Normal everyday activity for them.)

ANZAC Day for them is just yet another excuse to go mad.

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Tuesday, 25 April, 2017.

It's ANZAC day, for Australia. (big deal)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ANZAC_day

And as dear Fliss very often would proudly say to me.......whilst most other countries 'celebrate' military succeses, Australia instead celebrates a military defeat.

Dear Fliss was stating and being proud of the fact that Australia could bestow memoriam quiet gratitude to those that had been bravely involved in conflicts and died in conflicts. She didn't like the way that some countries made propaganda to just further military wars and make suffering to innocents. But dear Fliss too didn't like the way ANZAC Day was always being manipulated.

It clashed mightily with dear Fliss who long before I ever met her WAS in the Australian military, who was very proud to be a part of it, but who had VERY TERRIBLE INCIDENTS in it which psychologically badly affected her, and anytime we tried to dicusss anything even remotely related, dear Fliss would massively switch her mind onto anything else and divert all conversation. - Only once did she ever tell me of her terrible ordeal. And dear Fliss never told anyone else, (not even and NEVER to medicos that wer trying to help her), or dear Fliss told them only a shade of what really happened. Even to myself dear Fliss may have only told me a shade of what had occurred to her, things against dear Fliss that had been done to her from her trusted military compatriots whim she had held in high esteem beforehand. And the terrible treatment the Australian military had meted out to dear Fliss afterwards. It was a condition of dear Fliss's minor monetary payment to her that dear Fliss NEVER speak about the terrible things to her. (I never subscribed to that of course.)

And it wasn't just happening to dear Fliss. It was happening to many others in all parts of the Australian military. And for awhile over decades a lot of that made it into the Australian media and was scandalous and abhorrent to the public. It was all tried to be kept quiet.

After all THAT....dear Fliss was terribly brutalised by thugs in a train attack and poor dear Fliss was terribly physically harmed, and which is a major factor in dear Fliss's terrible state of which I of course have never had any part in creating it whatsoever.

Dear Fliss and I would have polite arguments in that I would state how the military had exploited her, but dear Fliss would angrily defend it all, despite how she herself had personal terrible experience of being harmed, and exploited, blamed, and abandoned by the military. - Because it upset dear Fliss so much, I did not pursue dear Fliss into revealing her terrible past, and she would be sobbing and shaking and VERY terribly upset about revealing ANYTHING.

If you ask dear Fliss about all that above with me, she will try to deny it. It's her way, in her mind, to deal with things. She thinks she is being 'brave' by being silent. Or as dear Fliss often said to me about her ailments, "What can they do about it? What can anyone do aout it!?"

Not even Fliss's closest friends ever knew about what had hapened to dear Fliss. And after which when I tried to tell them, it resulted in Fliss actually violentally blaming me for trying to tell them. Especially to Cath, and Judith.

Dear Fliss has suffered her entire life since having terrible fears and terrors, of which I was always trying to help her overcome and I was only very slowly getting to reach that when we were parted and ripped apart.

And in my lifetime, ANZAC Day has changed. So has the entire mythology and propaganda and public acceptance of it all. Not changed once, but twice.

When I was very young, walking in the streets of Perth Western Australia with my dear now deceasd Mum, a bugle tune (THE bugle mournful tune) would sound from somewhere, suddenly everything just STOPPED. I do mean EVERYTHING. All businesses and staff and customers would stop what they were doing and stand around like deactivated robots.

Pedestrians like us, would all just stop walking and stand there in silence, cars would all stop in the streets and quite a lot of the vechile occupants would exit and stand next to their vehicles. All in silence.

I can't remmeber now if the passenger trains stopped too.

As a small boy, it was both mystifying and terrifying. Small, standing there just like other children, all looking up and surrounded by a forest of adult pedestrians legs in the city, all unmoving.

The ONLY sounds that were ever heard were crying kids and babies. All being ignored, or harshly whispered by their mothers and other adults to SHUT UP!

Nothing like the "Body Snatchers" movies of course, nothing like that.

And of course I already knew about it that it was ANZAC Day, originally a commemoration of a day in history of an event in the first World War, where (as usual, as ALWAYS), Australia had once again blindly been following Britain into anything they said was right and just and everyone had to fight for. And of course Britain heartily used their far flung colony countries like brave Australia to help bolster and make up the dead in any war they helped to inflict upon the world. All of that is in history. And diguised in history.

I had long ago already been told all of the great bravery of Australians in wars and stuff. And I had been told how many Australians had done to make everything great. -- Great? -- Our personal family was NOT great. As a very tiny family we were struggling so desperately whilst all other families were like Midas.

And in the city of Perth, we'd stand there, there would be TOTAL SILENCE for a minute. - It was to 'remember the fallen', I was always told, the fallen being the dead people.

And we were supposed to always remember the fallen that had fought for whatever our side was. - I always wondered, but what about all the others? What about the civilians that had been killed? What about all the poor animals that had been killed? - I was told to shut up and be quiet by others, not by my Mum who just held my hand tighter.

Old men would be the most vicious at these times. And they often smelled VERY boozy and indeed they were. ANZAC Day in Australia was always a time when alcoholics could be freely about and indulge themselves in public in drinking and always be blindly forgiven because of whatever things they uttered as an excuse (truth or lies) that it was ANZAC Day.

And all THAT, was also employed by alcoholics in the form of them lying and wearing old uniforms and medals and stuff they'd obtained or stolen or bought at secondhand stores to pull off the illusions that they were involved in some way and should be given free booze by others. (LOTS of stories of those people would make it to the news over many years. Those stories have now been largely gone.)

But fairly recently in the last decade, there still has been people trying this stunt, this time by professing to be involved in the Vietnam War in the past.....and they were literally physcially threatened after being discovered.

As a child standing there in the city of Perth with my dear Mum, throughout the silence, such things didn't occur, or if it did, it never was made public.

I can remember a small (stunted?) old man who always used to sit on a long public bench seat at the Perth train station. He was freely allowed to sit there all day on any day. On ANZAC Days I think he wore war medals. And I even saw the same man I (at least I think it was) get on and off the bus into this hellhole suburb. I can remember him wearing all those medals and going to the corner shop (which was only just a corner shop and not as it is today, a mini mart.)

After the minute had passed in silence, suddenly everything reactivated and the sound of a city suddenly switched-on was horrible to experience when just before there had been peaceful silence. Suddenly people began to realise all the horrible fumes from traffic that had wafted over everyone, people would scurry back into their vehicles, or pedestrians like us would scurry into air-conditioned shops to breath easier.

And all this took place at a hot time of the day in a hot season.

NOBODY was allowed to complain about anything about it all, the event or anything. - It was more holy than if an angel had farted and nobody was brave enough to speak about it.

In fact the entire ANZAC Day period was 'holy'. It was more respected than religious and religion. It surpassed any and all religions. But religions did also get their claws into it as well as much as they could.

I could never understand why a situation of so many people dying so many years ago in the past always had precendence and power of subordination over the living, right now.

Whenever I asked that question in life I was always fobbed-off and belittled as if it was heresy with two answers....the mysterious 'they' fought (and died) to protect others, and the mysterious 'they' fought (and died) to make life better for all of us now living.

I was living 'better'? - NO. - We were ALWAYS struggling and desperate and terribly poor and disadvantaged and sidelined.....

As in any military war, people are roped in to act and die for others, and they are all told that it is a very brave an noble thing to go around killing everyone and dying for all that. Do NOT care for anyone you kill because they deserve to die....that was the state of how you were to be indoctrinated with.

Strange isn't it, that murderers don't have that luxury then?

But only the 'wrong' side....the 'other' side in the wars we were always being told were the ones who were evil and did very evil things and needed not just to be stopped, but to be overrun and taken over and never remebered. Apparently 'our side' was as if it had been 'blessed' by heaven into killing people, and animals, and everything else terribly hurt or killed in wars.

This double-faced, dual lying was just that, lying.

And as the years progressed as I grew older, with the terrible later endless wars that followed, especially Vietnam, Australia was still being fed all the military and social propoganda, but the Australian population had long ago changed its mindset about how so many countleess Australians died, but there was always a military hunger for more to feed into the military machinations of other countries whenever they asked Australia. And even if they seemed they did not ask (publicly) for Australians, the sycophantic Australian government was always only too over-eager to pledge to other countries by shovelling Australian military in any way into anything other countries wanted.

Australia was incredibly servile to Britain. Then later that changed to Australia now being incredibly servile to the United States. -- And teh country of Australia originated because of Britain first. Then later, when Australia was supposed to have cut the apron strings to Britain, it still was incredibly much British. Later, with more wars, Australia became servile to the United States of America whilst also trying to remain the same to Britain. Then later still and to what it is today, Australia has become more allied to the United States of America, doing what the USA wants most wholeheartdly and eagerly like a deranged small kid trying to please the school bully in order not to be picked upon.

ANZAC Day was slowly phasing out with the passage of time when I was going to primary school. I can rememeber (during the Vietnam war or after it I cannot recall) when we stopped having ANZAC services. No longer would school (the entire school) stand out on the blindingly hot grey bitumen tarmac and be all silent whilst somebody played the bugle tune. (whether that was from a radio or a recording I never knew). - But that all went. And we students breathed a sigh of relief.

Then slowly all that ANZAC stuff thankfully stopped entirely.

It may very well have been because of the Vietnam War.

The entire world and Australia was waking up to the utter bullshit we were constantly being shoved down our throats, to every man, woman, and child.

There were massive protest marches FOR PEACE in streets of every city, and across the world. - (the authorities hated that) And the authorities reacted violentally. Although now they will try to tell you that they didn't.

But....afterwards.......when ANZAC Day had all been gone and almost thankfully forgotten and laid to rest......which in large part was due to Australia having suffered so terribly, tremendously and personally in the Vietnam War(s), there became a great mistrust of the military and a swing to social issues, human issues, and so on. No longer was the focus all about endless war.

But THAT was not to be tolerated.

Constrast back then, to now......

Australia is not just a willingy ally to the United States of America, it is rabid to be involved in any and all conflicts the USA is involved with openly or covertly, and if Australia misses out, the politicians all get miffed and start blaming all sorts of people for it all.

Are you aware that all the military hardware sold to Australia by the USA and others is often then used (with Australian personnel manning it all) to fight in the endless wars the USA is waging all across the world?

The 'so-great' technologically advanced fighter planes are often used in conflicts by Australians for the USA. And by doing so it serves as test-beds to 'test' the stuff in actual wars. And if anything untowards happens, the USA has a more than willing stooge to blame for either the hardware of war, or the incidents of war, or of killing innocents.

Australia has switched being a lackey to Britain, to now being (proudly) a lackey for the USA. And of course through all this, the politicians et al, keep going on about how 'proud' Australia is, how 'independent' Australia is, and how we don't follow what other countries want and yet that's what the politicians and real power brokers have made us to the USA.

So.....along comes ANZAC Day in this era......with new applicants demanding to be part of....(Australian Vietnam veterans was actually long-excluded from ANZAC and associated stuff and benefits....and that was very scandalous and hurt the entrenched WW2 era ex-soldiers and personnel.....)

Now there are those people from the countless USA wars (of which Vietnam started out being), and it includes all the others that have followed. Kinda like making an ice-cream which becomes famous, and then the entire line of confectionary the company makes is touted as also being famous and why you should buy and not say anything bad about it. And suddenly everyone likes ice-cream even if it has flakes of excrement in it posing as chocolate.

And very cleverly, those that oppose these damned enldess wars, the ways in which they harm and destroy poeple to both the victims and the attackers, and those that oppose ALL wars everywhere...ALL of those poeple have been sidelined and ridiculed and told are 'subversive'.

In the old days, if anyone was ever wanted to be crushed by the powers-that-be, they were simply accused of being communist....and as everyone now knows, people were killed and their lives destroyed, man, woman, and child, in order to crush the 'evil' communists. -- Do NOT make the mistake of believing the terrible communists, those that exploited all they could to futher themselves, do not confuse that with the longed-for ethos of harmony of everyone being in harmony with each other. - Perhaps that's not ready yet to come about.

But the name communist is associated with evil and everything else. That came about largely because of the USA and others roped-in to destroy communism.

Communism is not the end-all-be-all, rather it is a stepping stone in history for mankind to advance. It's not a stepping-stone to slip upon and fall into the river and drown. - Socialism is a more obscure never-achieved broadly state of existance and living, much like you see in Star Trek (which Star Trek itself has been subverted and changed to be nothing like it was, into now a militant and a military recruiting system). Socialism was something H.G. Wells was interested in as a system. But unfortunately we all cannot get into a time machine and just arrive there at the flick of a switch and a push or pull of a lever.

ANZAC Day has become a catch-all for all military things, and it is not so very far removed from what it originally was. A blindly obedient event, where school-kids play dress-ups into stuff and strutt about at a flagpole and act important and well-received.

The kids blindly follow all the things they are taught, and they are encouraged to 'rediscover' what it was to be 'great'. And so the personnel for military crap in the future is well-laid already.

They are encouraged to wear medals of long-dead relatives to 'honour them'. And the merchandising of ANZAC Day and all such has been growing.

It was dying-out when I was a young kid. You used to be abel to purchase flowers of rememberance. REAL flowers, and also bunches of them. Then slowly that all went. You then were offered plastic ones. Which I've always seen as a joke. Like the kind of novely gag item you might look into and get a squirt from a hidden water bulb. - And after Anzac Day, (or even during it) all that stuff gets tossed into the bin to becoe stuff that never rots in the ground. Is that how all those long-dead military people from the original ANZAC Day actual historic event would like to be rememebed?

They also tried stickers you purchased and you were told the money donated would go to help support the families of service personnel who had lost their fathers. Over years, the stickers got smaller and small, and less adhesive, alwasy getting cheaper and cheaper until they became just a little round spot on a roll of self-adhesive stickers that would often fall off your clothing moments after you put them on. - And when if you were challenged that you hadn't purchased one to 'support' the cause (which was overt social pressure), if you stated that you had but the bloody thing had fallen off, they would say, So what buy another one its all for a good cause!

I never told anyone at that time that my own dear Mum whom I live with on a war widows pension and that we were always struggling. They would have accused me of lying. Which I have never done.

But ANZAC Day.....it's all now been directed to swing back to what it was before it faded-out when I was as small boy. Blind obedience, blind acceptance of what we are told, never to question why people and everything die and are murdered, all so somebody else can lay claim whilst strutting over the dead bodies and say it was all 'worth it'.

How many more terrible Vietnams will Australia and others have to suffer then to remove it? -- Perhaps a war with North Korea or China, one which the USA can sit back and play an armchair war using expendible people with. Australians play that part very well. And play their part in it all.

Australians now can teach their kids to grow up and be how 'good' all their dead others were. But if other Australians (immigrants or whatever) from other countries try the same, they will be smashed and labelled terrorists. It's the law. You can only kill people if you have the apparent holy blessings of governments.

How long is it to the next major conflicts? - The current ones have grown stale and are being repeated.

What next? - Against North Korea, China, Russia, or extra terrestrials?

ANZAC Day.......war never ending celebrations.........dresed-up as 'memorials'.......

I wonder how many re-makes of Star Trek movies can go on since they've already milked it to death with the start of the 'recent' ones that keep repeating themselves in tone? - In those movies, no longer is there a Great Bird of the Galaxy inspired hope for mankind to be peaceful...instead it's now, war, death, destruction, kill, kill, kill.....

And so ANZAC Day will go on forever it seems....not to remember the dead who valiantly hoped for peace...but ANZAC Day used as just another vehicle to rope people in and get them into the custom of blind obediance once again without question.

One of the latest stunts I've seen in the NEWS media is an amalgamation of two things....the NEWS has been pushing the stories of Australian aboriginals in ANZAC DAY and war events. A marriage of two things. - Now tell me that THAT isn't an overt Public Relations tactic to tie in with the current events.....

P.@16:26.....in VERY great pain. I love you Fliss. -- This morning was rubbish bin collction day. Max has become vicious today because the feral dog of the feral CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD has been pissing all over everyones rubbish bins and marking them as its own property, just as the people who 'own' the dog do with everyones property and are carrying on right now outside in the streets. No ANZAC Day for them, it's just an endless holiday from the school that they never even ever go to anyway on any day. They would have no concept of Australia Day other than being able to get fre stuff somehow thru a government department or anonymous benefactor.....

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