#Polish Scouting Association

[polish-spirit]

Harcerki podczas kursu zastępowych w Roztoce oddają honory przy wciąganiu flagi na maszt (1933).

[kondz1u]

FNRP posting, Fallout AU created with @iceagebaby (*¯︶¯*)

Krystian Bonecki, alas Craig Boone.

Used to be a member of the NRŚ (Nowa Republika Śląska/New Republic of Silesia), now proudly part of ZHP (Polish Scouting Association)... Dont expect to actually meet him on the meetings he talks about so proudly, though. He'll be more busy running after Legia Cezara fans.

[freyasilverbough]

The Cave Bear and the White Wolf - Part 3

Notes: in my headcanon and in my games, Minthara is an oathbreaker. I know canonically she’s oath of vengeance, but oathbreaker is more fun and she has a whole dialogue tree about it.

Summary: Freya does stupid shit, like freeing the Moonrise prisoners by herself, and Halsin no likey. Some angst, some fluff, nothing too explicit but heavy making out happens towards the end.

Cw: blood (always atp since my paladins are always covered in blood), canon typical violence, light mentions of suicidal tendencies in that my oc does not give a single fuck about her own life while she’s saving others.

“Hey, Dammon,” Halsin called as he approached the blacksmith.

“Hey, how is she?” Dammon asked as he turned to the larger man, clasping Halsin’s forearm in greeting.

“She’s awake. Wants her armor back.” Dammon chuckled and nodded to where her suit lay on his workbench, polished and free of all the dents that adorned it after the battle yesterday. “You do work fast, impressive.”

“I added some extra reinforcements to the plate. It’s a good set, but there’s too many gaps in it for someone who takes as many hits as Freya does.”

“Actually, I wondered if you might be able to make something,” Halsin said as he pulled the sketchbook he kept from his pocket and handed it to the smith.

Dammon looked the sketches over for a long moment, his brows creasing as he mapped his new project in his head. “Yeah, I think I can manage it. Give me a moment to measure the other set, I have plenty of steel and scraps of scalemail thanks to Talli. Should take me about a week or so.”

Halsin thanked the tiefling as he gathered Freya’s armor and turned back to the inn. “Oh, Dammon?” He called over his shoulder. “Keep it quiet, would you?”

Dammon smirked and nodded his agreement. Halsin smiled to himself, taking long strides back inside to the woman he was trying so hard not to fall for.

————

They were heading for Moonrise that day. Freya was a ball of nerves, wound so tight that he was sure any minor inconvenience would cause her to snap. She was worried that Ketheric might recognize her, and therefore put her newfound friends at risk, so she insisted that everyone wait outside while she went in and “tested the waters.”

Halsin didn’t like it one bit. There were too many things that could go wrong in there, and while he didn’t doubt Freya’s abilities, he also wouldn’t underestimate Ketheric Thorm.

“Take Astarion inside with you at the very least,” he tried to reason with her. She just glared in response. “He knows how to stay hidden and he can back you up if something goes wrong.”

“Remember how you insisted that you were the only one who could enter the Shadowfell? This is like that,” she snapped. “If Ketheric recognizes me, it’s all over. The rest of you have an advantage, he’s got no clue who you are and if I fall, you can still infiltrate the tower. If you’re with me, and things go sideways, he’ll behead you for association before you even know what’s happening. I won’t put anyone here at risk because I failed to kill him a hundred years ago.”

She’d removed her headband and earrings that marked her as a follower of Selûne. Instead of her plated armor, she sported black leather and wore a hood to cover her silver hair. She had left her wolf crest shield in her tent, and striped her face with black kohl to hide the scar over the bridge of her nose. She looked more like an assassin than a paladin.

Halsin ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. The archdruid in him wanted to command her to stay behind, to let the others scout the tower if she was so worried about being recognized. He knew that such a command would just piss her off, that she would never ask another to do something she herself wasn’t willing to do.

The plan was that he would wait just outside the moonshield with Astarion, Gale, and Shadowheart. With the pixie’s blessing, they’d be protected from the curse while the cultists were forced to stay in the light. If Ketheric recognized Freya and she somehow made it out of the tower, Astarion would pick off the cultists with his bow and Gale would open a portal to Last Light, while Shadowheart and Halsin would make sure they all survived.

If Freya made it out. He’d never admit to her that the thought she may not make it made his bones run cold and heart sink to his gut. He wanted to go with her, to protect her, to stand between the oathbreaker and the faithful and give her a chance to flee.

Freya stepped closer to him and looked up into his eyes, a cold determination hardening the blue. “If I fall, be assured that I plan on taking every damned cultist I can down with me.”

“You once told me your brother always said that anything before the word ‘but’ is bullshit,” Halsin echoed her words from the week before.

“But,” a smirk lifted her perfect lips. “I have no intention of dying today. By my oath, I will do everything in my power to see justice come to Ketheric Thorm.”

When she invoked her oath, Halsin knew that there was no more arguing to be done. She stood firm in her choice. All he could do was pray to Silvanus and every other god that would listen that she would return to him.

“Let’s get this over with, then,” he said, clapping her shoulder as he strode to meet the others before departure.

————

Halsin paced just outside the moonshield, watching the huge oak doors of the tower as if he could see through them and glimpse what was happening.

“Would you settle down? You’re making all of us dizzy,” Astarion whined from the stump he perched on, carving new arrows with his knife.

Halsin ignored him and carried on as he was.

“Don’t be an ass, Astarion. It’s giving you wrinkles,” Shadowheart quipped.

Halsin stopped his pacing when bells sounded from the tower and he heard the faint shouts of the guards. His breath caught in his throat as he stopped just in front of the moonshield.

He strained his ears, hearing the faint clashing of swords from inside the tower.

Freya.

If there was fighting, she was alive. Halsin breathed a sigh of relief before that relief quickly turned to panic. Who was she fighting? What was she doing? Freya was formidable, to be sure, but one soldier against an entire stronghold? She’d either had no choice, or she was completely mad.

The oak doors at the tower’s entrance blew open with an explosion of silver moonfire, and out poured a host of gnomes, tieflings, and…

Was that Minthara?

Freya followed close behind, covered once again in blood and glowing with the rush of battle. Her hood had fallen and her braids swung wildly behind her. She pulled something from her pocket and launched it toward Astarion as the gnomes and tieflings ran across the bridge.

“Tell the pixie to protect the prisoners from the curse! HURRY!” She screamed as he caught it. Halsin vaguely registered Astarion following her order, but his focus was on her. Minthara stood with her as the prisoners fled from the battle. The drow had no weapon, but she had a paladin’s magic and was using it to compel foes to halt, flee, drop their weapons as Freya struck them down.

Gale muttered incantations under his breath as purple magic began to swirl around him. A portal appeared, and Shadowheart ushered the prisoners through to safety. Astarion drew his bow and fired as Freya and Minthara sprinted across the bridge. One of the guards dodged Astarion’s arrow at the last second and reached out to grab Freya by the braids, and Halsin decided he’d had enough.

He let the earth guide him as he shifted, fur and claws erupting where there were once skin and hands. He leapt over the two women and tore out the guard’s throat, letting loose a roar of fury. When the drow crossed the portal, Freya slid to a stop and approached to stand at Halsin’s side.

“Well. I may have started a bit of a fight,” she said as more guards poured through the doors. “We should probably go.” Halsin shifted back to his elven form and grabbed Freya’s hand, the two of them sprinting through Gale’s portal.

Halsin stumbled as his feet touched the ground outside Last Light, and Freya landed on her hands and knees. Reunions and celebrations were happening all around them, but he couldn’t bring himself to gaze at anything but Freya. She sat back on her heels, tilted her face to the sky, and laughed. Cackled like a godsdamned madwoman, covered in her enemies’ blood and viscera. Perhaps she’d taken a pommel to the head.

“Fucking hells, that felt good,” she said between her laughs, trying and failing to catch her breath. Halsin leveled a glare in her direction. “Oh come on now, they were taking Minthara to the cells to erase her mind. I was on a time crunch,” she said to him.

“Yeah, that’s another thing we’re going to talk about. Minthara, Freya? I thought she was dead!” Halsin tried to keep his voice level, but his anger raised the volume.

“I thought she was too, turns out she’s tougher than I thought.” Freya got to her feet and crossed her arms in defiance, as if she didn’t just save the drow who’d threatened his grove not two months before.

“She’s an oathbreaker, Freya. She’ll slit your throat in your sleep now that you’ve set her free. What in all the Nine Hells were you thinking?!”

“They’re arguing about me, aren’t they?” He heard the drow ask someone behind him. It took every ounce of will he possessed to keep from turning his wrath on her.

“Don’t worry, Freya always wins him over. She has a thing for taking in strays,” Astarion responded.

“She’s an oathbreaker, yes, but you’ll make one of me if you ask me to send her back to the shadows. She was controlled by the tadpole when she planned to take the grove, a fate I would’ve faced myself were it not for blind, stupid luck. Minthara is a valuable asset whose goals align with our own, for now. If she turns on us, I’ll cut her down myself.” Freya’s tone quickly turned from exuberant to commanding as she spoke, returning Halsin’s glare and spreading her stance.

“You would die in the attempt, but it’s a noble thought,” Minthara retorted. Halsin whipped around to face the drow and Freya circled him so she stood between them, gripping her sword as she did.

“I don’t like her either, Halsin, but I must hold to the tenets of my oath and I must accept every sword I am offered in this fight.” Freya’s gaze softened just a fraction and Halsin knew she was right. Fuck, but she could talk him into biting off his own hand if she wanted.

He looked over Freya’s shoulder to the drow. “The first sign of trouble, and you’re gone,” he said to her.

“Oh, I intend to cause plenty, but only for our enemies.”

————

Back at camp, Halsin’s whittling turned into a pile of slivers in his frustration. He was still so angry with Freya, she was only meant to “test the waters,” as she had said. Instead, the woman took it upon herself to tackle an entire stronghold by herself.

He knew she would do it all over again to save those prisoners, and he couldn’t exactly fault her for it. He didn’t know the exact words of her oath, but he knew that most paladins were bound to defend the innocent. The tenets of her oath would always come above her own safety, and something about that fact aggravated him to no end. Did she just not value her own life the way she valued others?

She materialized before him as if she could read his thoughts. She leaned on a tree and bit down on an apple, without a care in the world. She wore a sleeveless cotton top that accentuated every curve and muscle of her lithe torso and dipped low into her cleavage. Her moonlight hair was unbound and she’d washed the black from her face.

She looked like a godsdamned angel, and that just made Halsin angrier.

“You’re upset,” she stated, taking another bite of her apple.

Halsin took a deep breath, willing his centuries of training in patience to kick in and chase the rage from his bones. “Yes,” he responded.

“Look, I made a call in the moment. I’ve spoken with Minthara, and I believe she’ll stand with us against the Absolute. They scarred her mind, and she wants vengeance. If you talked with her yourself, you’d believe her, too.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about Minthara.”

“Then why the fuck are you sulking in the farthest corner of camp?” Halsin stood, stalking toward Freya like she was his prey. She pushed off of her tree and straightened, crossing her arms and widening her stance. The movement made her biceps ripple and her breasts pushed together slightly. Halsin pretended that his cock didn’t twitch at the sight.

He didn’t stop until he was inches away from her. “I’m sulking because you asked - no, demanded - that everyone else stay behind while you went on a fucking suicide mission, Freya. You put yourself at risk again and I cannot figure out how someone with such high regard for others can regard her own life so little. It was stupid, and you know it. I thought we were past this recklessness, that you would finally ask me for help, and then you go and pull this shit without a thought for how your friends would feel having to burn your body.”

“Don’t you dare act as if you were there. You didn’t see what they were doing in that prison, Halsin.”

“I didn’t see because you forced me to stay behind!” He yelled. “I wasn’t there because you always insist on standing alone!”

“What would you have me fucking do?! I am somehow responsible for each of the lives in this camp, for each of the souls in Last Light. I’ve been fighting for well over two hundred years, I trust in my own strength even if-“

Halsin couldn’t help it. He took her face in both hands and crashed his lips to hers. She stiffened in his grip for a moment, then melted into his kiss, molding herself to his body. She was a perfect fit. She put both of her small, calloused hands on his chest as one of his own traveled to her waist. He gripped her side as he groaned slightly into her full lips, feeling the ridges of her scars under her shirt. She opened her mouth for him, and their tongues danced in a battle for dominance.

It was not a sweet kiss, nor a gentle one. He wound the hand that had been cupping her cheek into her long hair, wrapping it around his fist. He moved her back against the tree and the hand on her side inched up to her breast as she moaned into his mouth. It was the sweetest godsdamned sound Halsin had ever heard.

All reason and restraint had left his body in that moment. His reasons for declining her offer at the party with the tieflings simply melted away. As he kissed Freya against that tree, there was no Shadow Curse, no invulnerable general, no tadpole swimming in her skull. There was only her.

That fierce, kind, compassionate, reckless woman whose loyalty had no match, whose strength could challenge gods and rattle the stars. He’d taken many lovers, always held that his heart roamed as nature willed it, but he knew without a doubt as he held her that she was it for him. Whether she would have him or not, there would never be another.

Reluctantly, he broke their kiss and pressed his forehead to hers, staring into her bright blue eyes. Both of them were breathless, and he could smell her arousal as his cock stretched the leather of his pants.

“I wish you could see yourself as I do,” he whispered, before gripping her thighs and hoisting her up to his height. She wrapped her legs around his hips and bared her neck for him in a rare show of vulnerability as his lips wrapped around her soft flesh. His teeth moved their way up to her delicate pointed ear and she ground herself into him with a loud sigh of pleasure.

He was ready to burst in his pants like an adolescent when a call from Astarion interrupted them. “Freya! Quit fucking the bear, there’s a devil in our camp again, and it’s not Minthara.”

She broke away from him, panting and thoroughly flushed. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” she murmured. Halsin chuckled and nipped at her throat before releasing his hold on her. He smoothed her hair with his hand and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She smelled like rosemary and thunderstorms, he realized as he took a deep inhale.

“Next time I risk my own hide in an epic act of heroism, I expect to be thoroughly fucked, druid,” she said in a sing song voice as she turned to hurry back to where an alleged devil waited to meet with her.

He chuckled to himself as he adjusted his breeches, and jogged to catch up with her. He was in such deep shit.

————

The devil in question was Wyll’s patron, Mizora. She’d appeared to inform Wyll that he needed to rescue one of Zariel’s assets from Moonrise. Freya agreed on Wyll’s behalf, stating that they’d do it only if Mizora freed her warlock from his pact.

The damn woman would argue with a devil. Currently, she sat with Minthara on a log, handing her the weapons they’d gathered from their travels for inspection. The flaming sword she’d picked up on the nautiloid was too big, the mace from under the creche too small, the shortsword from the goblin camp downright insulting.

Freya smirked as she passed the drow a Menzoberranzan blade she’d looted from a drider. Minthara stood, gripping the hilt with finesse and testing its balance. “Finally, good drow steel. This will do,” she said. Freya retrieved her own sword and started sharpening it with her whetstone. Halsin watched as the two women fell into an easy camaraderie, honing their weapons and talking of battles won, foes vanquished.

May all the gods above have mercy on Ketheric Thorm, for the elf and the drow would not.

[larissa-the-scribe]

Terrarium Lights, Pt. 2.5

Last time on Terrarium Lights: the boi is struggling with the reality of having a hole in his memories. Gail is struggling about whether or not she should tell him that he is, in fact, a ghost. (Next part >>here)

The ghost agreed to go with Gail to the cemetery the next afternoon.

"I think it might be good," he said. "I can see more places, and maybe something new will help. Somehow."

"And a good walk can be just the thing to clear your head," Gail offered as further reasoning.

It was the anniversary of her parents' death, and she was going to leave flowers on their graves, her uncle’s grave, and David’s grave.

When she had been younger, cemeteries had fascinated her. Now, with more sadness associated with them, her enthusiasm was tempered somewhat—and yet, despite that, she still quite liked them. They had character, and history, and she had friends there. Sometimes, she told Michael that she was scouting the place out, so she could be familiar with it when she ended up there herself.

She gathered an assortment of flowers from her garden (daffodils, drift roses, and gerbera daisies) and arranged them in bundles in a basket. There was no direct path to the cemetery, but she didn't mind. It was a lovely spring day, the sun was shining, and the wind brought hints of seasalt with it.

The lad followed along behind her, in one of his quieter moods. His hands were in his pockets, and he mutely observed the world around him with attentive eyes. Those didn't seem fully brown today, but he still seemed aware of what was going on around him.

As they went down the road, they passed an open space where, looking seaward, one could see the lighthouse lifted against the sky. The lad stopped. Noticing his absence from her side, Gail turned to find him focused on it intently.

"Is that the one you've been telling me about?"

"Yes. The coastline hereabouts has a lot of shoals and shallows and salt marshes, and pokes out into the sea some, so the lighthouse is there to guide the ships into harbor without them running foul of those, at the mouth of the bay. Some good spots for oysters, though. Not as good as further South or East, but you get a decent harvest."

He took the information in without comment, standing and staring with his hands in his pockets.

"Does it… perhaps remind you of anything?" Gail hazarded when he didn't move for another minute or so.

"I… I can't quite tell." He looked away, down at the ground, kicking a shoe against the ground. "There's something about it, that feels closer than the memories, but I don't know what that might be. Newer and older than all of it. And try as I might to make something of it, the piece that would make it make sense is missing."

Gail hummed sympathetically. "Maybe it will come to you as we walk? If not, we can visit it sometime later. If you're up to it, maybe today, after our visit to the church."

"I don't know if today," he said, squaring his shoulders. “I…I’m really still not sure about going new places. But I think… I might like to try going there. I don’t know when. But… I think I should. Someday."

"Very well then," Gail patted his shoulder as she led the way onward. "We should plan for it. Maybe in a couple of weeks. We can see how you’re feeling then."

He murmured something in agreement and trudged after her.

Past the salt marsh, up the road, into a forest of oaks and Spanish moss, then the church.

It was a small chapel, of wood, and whitewashed. Its steeple rose up to bear its cross, but not higher than the trees surrounding it. Gail had always found it charming—large enough for those who met there, with rooms to spend time together in fellowship, a carved cross on the wall behind the pulpit, a smell of wood and polish and old books, and simple but lovely stained glass windows. Certainly there were larger, grander chapels and churches deeper into Santa Juliana, but those were far away, and—to her mind—less pleasant. Besides, this was where her friends were, and Pastor Jeremiah was a good shepherd to his flock.

Before heading to the graveyard, Gail went inside the church to pray, sitting on one of the back pews. It was quiet, soothing, and cool after the trek through the woods. She prayed over her family—alive and dead—and their works in all their different places, for Mrs. Oberson and her growing sickness, for the lad, for wisdom in helping him, for her congregation and pastor.

It all took longer than she had planned, a calm, unhurried peace seeping into her as she sat and laid her people and her concerns before the Lord.

The lad sat beside her.

She didn't know if he was praying, too, or just waiting for her to finish. He seemed to sense something of her mood and the silence that lay unbroken in the sanctuary, and made no attempt to interrupt or hurry her, or even question her. Gail supposed he was likely to do so on the return journey.

On the seat beside them was a hymnbook, open to the beginning of "Rock of Ages." He seemed to be reading that. To Gail's surprise, when she looked back at him after her prayer time, she found that he had turned the page, and turned it back again, holding it gently as if prepared to scour both sides of it.

It was, as far as she could remember, the first time he had directly interacted with the physical world in a way that moved it.

He noticed her watching, and put the page back. "Is it time?" His voice was hushed, little more than a whisper.

She nodded, and picked up her basket of flowers.

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[wilcze-kudly]

Thank you @nova-leaf for this tag too 🥰

wow i get to talk about myself so much im nervous

•How many tumblr accounts have you had before this one?

This is gonna be my fith tumblr account lol. I lose track of them really easily because I'm a silly funky guy with so much wrong with me.

• How long have you been in fandom?

Oh like. Since I was 10? God I remember my firat forays into fandom culture on amino it was an experience good god. My first fandom was Tolkien. I've only recently gotten into the Avatar fandom though. Still not sure how that happened but I'm having fun 🥰

•Your favorite trope in fiction?

I adore found family, cause I'm basic lol. The power of friendship is also a cheesy beloved of mine.

•Your favorite random fact?

Tolkien had beef with the Beatles. Hayao Miyazaki hates the Beatles. Junji Ito loves the Beatles.

•Your favourite game or kind of game?

Skyrim is my favourite game. Open world RPGs are my escape. I love them so much I try not to play them too often or I'll never get up lol.

•A place you’d like to visit? (If carbon emissions, logistics and money weren’t in question)

Hm. This is a tough one. I like to travel and I want to go to many places. But if I had to pick one point off that list, it would pribably be mount Shasta. I'm just curious, I guess, with all the legends and disappearances and odd happenings around it. Like I just wanna see the place not even have anything supernatural happen. Just be there for a bit? Call it morbid curiosity. Also the area seems beautiful even of itself like even if the aliens don't get me i think it'd be a nice hike.

•An animal you’re irrationally afraid of?

Ants. I like most bugs. I like spiders. But ants? Ants give me straight up panic attacks? I don't know why. There's just something very terrifying aout them.

Also. Swans. But that's not an irrational fear. Geese and swans are in my opinion the true successors of dinosaurs. If you haven't been a girl scout cowering in a flimsy tent with your three other girl scout friends, in the middle of a thunderstorm, while a pair of feral swans is trying to peck their way into your tent you do not know true fear.

Their pecks hurt like a bitch too. Their beaks are serrated like a fucking saw.

•What’s your favourite season?

Autumn. In Poland we divide Autumn into two mini seasons. Golden Autumn, which is early autumn, when the freshly fallen leaves are all crispy and beautiful. And then we have Rainy Autumn, which is when it has rained and gotten much colder. I love both.

•A smell that brings you nice memories?

Tea. I started drinking tea when I was very young. My dad is an Englishman and the moment i stopped drinking breastmilk i was immediately given tea with milk.

I think I associate tea very strongly with my family and feeling loved by them. When I was younger, my parents would often wake up before me, so they would often make me tea and wake me up with it.

Making tea for someone is still a huge gesture of affection to me and there's nothing quite like the smell of a nice hot cup of tea.

(If you’re ok talking about food. If not, delete this part)

•What’s your favorite food from where you were born? And what’s your favorite food from some place else?

My favourite food from Poland, huh? I love a lot of Polish foods, but I if I had to pick something it'd probably be krówki [which translates to 'little cows']. They're fudgelike candies, similair to Scottish Tablets and White Rabbit Creamy Candy. They're delicious.

For food from a different country? @nova-leaf has put the idea of Shortbread into my head now so that's all ill be thinking about I have to see if I have the stuff to make some at home or I'll go insane.

•What’s your favorite drink (if you drink alcohol, alcoholic and non-alcoholic)?

Alcoholic: Salty Caramel flavoured Krupnik. It is very difficult to explain what a Krupnik is? Its kind of like a liqueur.

Non Alcoholic: Orange Juice. It used to be diet coke but my addiction got so bad i had to quit cold turkey lest I completely wreck my health.

•Do you give your pets random table scraps?

Not random table scraps, but if I have any extra of whatever I'm cooking, and if they can eat it, I'll sometimes give them some as a snack or as an incentive while training them.

Thanks for the tag honey!

Tagging: @linnorabeifong @thatoneguy56fanfic @novaae @thenamescaba

[jokertrap-ran]

[スタオケ] La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra Main Story Chapter 2 (HARD-2) Translation

*Starlight Orchestra Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Main story tag will be #Main Starlight

Seto: *Humming* ~♪

Seto: Oh? It’s you…

Seto: I see. It’s that time now, huh? It must be, now that I’ve met you here.

Seto: Your initial journey has come to an end now, hasn’t it? What do you think of the new friends you’ve made in a new place?

⊳ Choice: Are you asking me why I have more friends now?

Seto: Of course not, I can guess that much. You do look pretty satisfied, after all.

⊳ Choice: I went to Mito…

Seto: I see, Mito, huh… It’s a brilliant city filled with history. Seto: It’s close to Yokohama, and it’s also a place associated with the great musician, Yukari. I think it’s a brilliant place to have as your first destination.

Seto: …Eh? You befriended Mito’s delinquent and Student Council president?

Seto: That’s amazing. I can’t believe you managed to scout such hidden talents.

Seto: But I suppose that’s just something right up your alley since you’re someone who can awaken the latent potential hidden within others.

Seto: Looks like your Orchestra’s going to be filled with light from all walks of life. I’m really looking forward to it now.

Seto: Hey, mind telling me what happened?

Seto: I can’t imagine it was easy to make it all work out in the end.

⊳ Choice: We got caught up in a brawl…

Seto: Wow, that’s something alright. It almost sounds like something right out of a book. Seto: But it was a real fight, wasn’t it? To think that you snuck in in the midst of one… you must be really courageous!

⊳ Choice: We ended up being barred from the concert hall…

Seto: Oh dear, now that’s a right pickle. You must have made reservations for it a long time in advance right? Seto: Music is something that everyone has an equal right to play. You can’t just bring other matters into it to drag someone’s rights into the mud.

⊳ Choice: There was that incident with the miniature pigs…

Seto: Ahahaha! Looks like you’re real popular! Seto: You got to experience something that no one else could’ve done! It’s something you can look back on and laugh about since you weren’t hurt. Now, you have a brilliant story to share with the others.

Seto: Still, judging by that pleasant look on your face, I’d say that this trip was a pretty fruitful one for you.

Seto: They say all’s well that ends well. And I think they’re right.

Seto: Regardless of what happens in the process, how things end never fails to make an impact on our memories, for it is what we remember most vividly.

Seto: I’m glad to hear that your first trip ended well.

⊳ Choice: Come with us next time, Mashiro

Seto: Thank you for inviting me, but I cannot leave this place right now. Seto: So share your stories with me, alright? Seto: That way, it makes me feel as if I’m accompanying you on the same trip by living through your experiences.

⊳ Choice: I look forward to the next trip

Seto: Mmhm, I look forward to it too. I can’t wait to hear more about your journey to slowly build up that Orchestra of yours.

Seto: Even if unexpected things crop up to block your path, I’m sure you’ll pull through and make it to the finish line.

Seto: If you gather all these possibilities together, I’m sure the symphony you seek awaits at the end of the road.

Seto: Your symphony — something that belongs only to you, and a reverberation that only you can create.

Seto: It may be just a rough unpolished diamond that doesn’t shine now, but I’m sure it will shine ever so brightly if you polish it right.

Seto: I’m sure you’ll be able to find a gem much bigger, and much brighter than any of the premade ones.

Seto: —Because you’re here, conversing with me right now.

Seto: …Just kidding! Hehe, did I spook you right?

Seto: I’m just pulling your leg, really. I’m just your ordinary high-schooler, so it’s a given that you’re able to talk to me.

Seto: But, well, you truly are skilled. I’m sure you’ll be able to create an orchestra filled with shining stars.

Seto: Hey, won’t you share your stories with me again sometime? Come back the next time your little trip comes to an end. I’ll be here.

☆ ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♬Main Starlight♬◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ☆

Previous Part: (Chapter 2 HARD-1)

[girlkisser13]

hades cabin headcanons

children of hades

• it takes them a bit longer to realize that they’re demigods.

• despite their best efforts, plants will wilt and die in their presence.

• the hecate, hades, and melinoe cabins are in charge of setting up the halloween decorations and like to bring a bit of festive scariness to the camp by raising ghosts and skeletons.

• they’re really close with the hermes cabin because they can shadow travel in and out of camp with contraband.

• many gravitate towards apartment living. their uncomfortable, deadly auras, demigod training and sharp features keep them safe in dodgy, dangerous areas.

• they’re some of the most sarcastic people you will ever meet. they are characterised by a dry, deadpan and dark sense of humour.

• despite popular belief, hades is accepting of persephone’s demigods. he doesn’t directly interfere with their lives as long as persephone doesn’t interfere with his demigods.

• because there are so few of them, they have monthly "family dinners" in the underworld.

• the sass levels are not only off the charts, but wholly encouraged.

• they have a talent for blending in the background, making them excellent scouts and spies. their presence is subtle, preferring to work from the shadows.

• when their nightmares are intense enough, some will unconsciously summon the dead.

• they have resting bitch faces so people often judge them to be unlikeable and mean. growing up, many become bitter of this preconception despite their efforts to dismantle it.

• they become the monsters others see, at least on the surface. as they mature, they soften the resentment they have towards others mislabelling and vilifying them.

• they’re all really good under pressure.

• like their father, they are fair and just (provided they don’t hold a grudge against you). their word is their bond.

cabin exterior

• the cabin is a gothic-style building, with sharp, angular lines and a towering structure. the walls are made of solid obsidian, giving it a sleek, almost reflective surface that absorbs light rather than reflecting it.

• the entrance is framed by two large, wrought-iron gates that creak ominously when opened. the door itself is made of heavy, dark wood with intricate carvings depicting scenes from the underworld.

• a faint mist surrounds the cabin, clinging to the ground and giving the impression of a thin veil between the living world and the underworld. the air around the cabin is noticeably cooler, even in the heat of summer, as if the chill of the underworld seeps through it.

• instead of traditional torches or lanterns, the cabin is illuminated by greekfire. the greenish, ethereal flames burn in sconces along the walls, providing an eerie, flickering light that never goes out, even in rain or wind. the greekfire adds a sense of ancient, powerful magic to the cabin, making it even more intimidating and otherworldly.

• the cabin has subtle decorations like skull motifs and symbols of death, but nothing overtly terrifying— more a nod to the power and respect for the dead rather than fearmongering.

• the ground around the cabin is sparse, with few plants growing near it. there a few dark, twisted trees and wilted flowers that can only survive in the shadows. there’s also a small patch of asphodel that grows near the entrance, as a symbol of the underworld.

cabin interior

• despite popular belief, their cabin is actually the warmest at camp half-blood. this is due to a ventilation shaft-like furnace duct that comes up from the underworld.

• the floors are made of polished black marble, cold to the touch. they reflect the green glow of the greekfire inside the cabin. the marble is inlaid with intricate silver patterns that resemble ancient greek symbols and constellations associated with death and the underworld.

• the walls are made of dark, rough stone, giving the cabin a cavernous feel. they are adorned with ancient greek tapestries depicting scenes from the underworld, like the river styx, the elysian fields, and hades on his throne.

• the furniture and decor feature accents of stygian iron. the metal is used in everything from the bed frames to the candleholders, giving the room a dark, powerful aesthetic.

• the corners of the cabin are always shrouded in shadows, no matter how much light there is. these shadows seem to move on their own, giving the impression that the cabin is alive and watching.

• the beds resemble ancient sarcophagi, with dark stone frames and plush black bedding. the pillows and comforters are surprisingly soft, lined with rich fabrics like velvet and silk, offering a stark contrast to the stone surroundings.

• the cabin is unnervingly quiet, with a silence that feels almost heavy. the only sounds are the faint crackling of the greekfire and the occasional whisper of wind from an unseen source.

• each child of the underworld has a small personal shrine to honor their ancestors or deceased loved ones. these shrines are made of obsidian and are decorated with mementos, flowers, and offerings like coins or food.

cabin traditions

• they have a tradition of crafting small obsidian tokens, like rings or pendants, which they give to friends or loved ones. these tokens are believed to offer protection against spirits and negative energy, serving as a charm from the god of the underworld.

• if a demigod at camp dies, it’s tradition for the hades and thanatos cabins to take part in the funeral rites. they help guide the soul to the underworld, using a special ritual passed down through the cabins. this ritual is seen as a great honor and responsibility.

• each child of the underworld creates a "memory jar" where they place small objects, notes, or symbols representing significant moments or people they’ve lost. the jars are kept in a special alcove in the cabin and are said to help them find solace and remember that the dead are never truly gone.

• they maintain a hidden underground garden filled with ghostly white flowers, black roses, and even a few pomegranate trees. these plants thrive in the dim light of the greekfire and are said to be gifts from persephone herself. during the fall, they harvest the fruits and hold a small festival in her honor, believing it helps to keep her favor and bring balance between life and death.

divider by @astrumaur

[materealist]

 Capturing Style: The Art of Fashion Catalog Photography in New York City

Fashion catalog photography is a critical aspect of the fashion industry, serving as a bridge between designers and consumers. It showcases the latest trends and styles, enticing potential buyers while highlighting the craftsmanship behind each piece. In a vibrant and dynamic city like New York, fashion catalog photography takes on a unique flair, providing an opportunity to blend creativity with commercial intent.

Fashion catalog photography plays a vital role in shaping a brand's identity and market presence. High-quality images can evoke emotions, tell a story, and reflect the essence of the brand. Whether it’s a sleek dress, a pair of shoes, or accessories, the right photography can make all the difference. The goal is to create visually stunning images that not only display the product but also resonate with the target audience.

Hiring a skilled Lookbook photographer in New York City can elevate your fashion brand. These professionals specialize in creating curated collections that showcase a range of products in a cohesive manner. With the city’s diverse backdrop and vibrant energy, Lookbook photographers can capture the essence of the fashion scene, blending urban landscapes with high fashion.

In New York, a Lookbook photographer understands the nuances of the fashion industry and can tailor their approach to meet the specific needs of each client. They know how to work with lighting, angles, and composition to ensure that each piece of clothing is highlighted beautifully. The resulting images not only promote the products but also encapsulate the lifestyle associated with the brand.

The process begins with a clear vision and a detailed plan. Brands typically collaborate with photographers to create a mood board that reflects the desired aesthetic. This helps in selecting models, locations, and styling that align with the brand’s identity.

Once the planning stage is complete, the actual shoot takes place. A Lookbook photographer in New York City will scout locations that enhance the collection, ensuring that each shot captures the spirit of the brand. During the shoot, they focus on both the product and the model, balancing the two elements to create dynamic images.

Post-shoot, the editing process is equally important. This is where the photographer enhances the images, adjusting colors, lighting, and textures to create a polished final product. The result is a stunning collection of photographs that can be used for catalogs, online stores, and promotional materials.

Fashion catalog photography is an essential tool for any fashion brand looking to make an impact. By hiring a skilled Lookbook Photographer New York City, brands can ensure that their vision is effectively communicated through captivating imagery. With the right approach, fashion catalog photography can elevate a brand's presence in a competitive market. For those interested in professional fashion photography services, visit materealist.com to explore how they can help bring your fashion vision to life.

[mikolajflorczakibblogcas]

March | Creativity and Service | Communication Workshop for Regional Scout Leaders

I have planned and hosted a Communication Workshop for Regional Scout Leaders of the entire Lubelskie Region of the Polish Scouting and Guiding Association with a focus on the crisis communication and the awarness in communicating through various media channels as well as cooperation with media and establishing a professional image of the organisation. It has been done in Lublin and lasted around 3 hours plus around 20 hours of commute and preparations. It was especially a challenge because I didn’t know the level of skill of the participants, but by creating a diverse programme everyone has benefitted from it according to a later feedback session.

[harshwork]

                How to Find a Job for Free ?

In the present computerised age, the work market has developed fundamentally, with web based systems administration turning into an urgent device for work searchers. With the force of the web, people can now take advantage of a huge organisation of experts, organisations, and assets to get work valuable open doors without spending a dime. Whether you're a new alumni, a lifelong transformer, or somebody searching for new open doors, excelling at internet systems administration can be the way to opening free open positions. Here is a far reaching guide on the most proficient method to use web based systems administration to Get A Free job you could ever imagine without burning through every last cent.

 1.Crafting a Compelling Online Presence: 

   Establishing a strong online presence is essential in today's job market. Start by polishing your LinkedIn profile, ensuring it reflects your skills, experiences, and career aspirations. Use a professional photo and craft a compelling headline and summary that highlights your strengths and career goals.

 2.Join Relevant Online Communities:

Draw in with proficient gatherings and networks connected with your field of interest on stages like LinkedIn, Facebook, and Reddit. Take part in conversations, share experiences, and associate with industry experts. These people frequently share work postings and give important experiences into industry patterns and amazing open doors.

3.Networking Events and Webinars:

Go to virtual systems administration occasions, online classes, and gatherings in your industry. These occasions offer chances to associate with employing chiefs, scouts, and experts in your field. Be proactive in presenting yourself, seeking clarification on some pressing issues, and circling back to new associations a while later.

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Influence online entertainment stages like Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook to grow your organisation. Follow organisations you're keen on working for, draw in with their substance, and associate with representatives who work there. Many organisations post employment opportunities solely on their web-based entertainment channels, so remaining dynamic can assist you with remaining informed.

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Tap into your graduated class network from school or college. Graduated classes frequently have areas of strength for an of kinship and will help individual alumni. Use stages like LinkedIn's graduated class apparatus to find and associate with graduated class who are working in your ideal industry or at organisations you're keen on.

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Demand educational meetings with experts in your field to find out about their vocation ways and gain experiences into industry patterns. These meetings assist you with growing your organisation as well as give important data that can assist you with fitting your pursuit of employment methodology.

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Set up a good foundation for yourself as an idea chief in your field by making and sharing pertinent substance. Begin a blog, contribute articles to industry distributions, or make recordings examining industry themes. Sharing important bits of knowledge can draw in the consideration of selection representatives and employing chiefs, expanding your perceivability in the gig market.

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Investigate online quest for new employment stages like For sure, Glassdoor, and LinkedIn Responsibilities to secure position openings in your ideal field. Set up work cautions to get notices for new postings that match your measures. Furthermore, connect with spotters on these stages and express your advantage in significant open doors.

9.Networking with Recruiters:

Associates with scouts represent considerable authority in your industry or specialty. Construct associations with them by sharing your vocation objectives, mastery, and accessibility. Selection representatives frequently approach restrictive employment opportunities and can assist coordinate you with valuable open doors that line up with your abilities and inclinations.

10.Follow Up and Stay Engaged:

In the wake of making new associations or going after positions, follow up immediately with customised messages offering your advantage and thanks. Remain drew in with your organisation by sharing updates, saluting others on their accomplishments, and offering help whenever the situation allows. Assembling and keeping up with connections is critical to long haul outcomes in web based systems administration.

All in all, utilising web based systems administration can be a strong procedure for getting open positions without spending a fortune on conventional pursuit of employment strategies. By creating a convincing web-based presence, joining important networks, going to systems administration occasions, and remaining proactive in your effort endeavours, you can extend your organisation, uncover stowed away open positions, and at last land a truly amazing job for nothing. Make sure to approach organising with realness, incredible skill, and a readiness to help other people, as building veritable connections is the foundation of fruitful internet organising.

Conclusion 👍

Getting some work without burning through cash is no doubt achievable with the right methodology and assets. By utilising free internet based stages, organising amazing open doors, expertise advancement roads, and volunteer encounters, people can improve their employability without burning through every last dollar. Making a convincing resume, using pursuit of employment motors successfully, and planning completely for interviews are fundamental stages simultaneously. Besides, remaining steady, versatile, and proactive all through the pursuit of employment excursion can essentially build the possibilities of a helpful situation without causing any monetary expenses. Earnestly, cleverness, and devotion, people can explore the work market effectively and accomplish their vocation objectives without the requirement for huge monetary ventures.

[jefffoshee]

Strategies for Successful College Football Recruitment

Many high school football athletes dream of playing for a prestigious university while obtaining a sponsored, high-quality education. However, earning a coveted spot on a college roster is an uphill battle requiring meticulous preparation and learning about recruitment.

Academics are paramount when pursuing a college football scholarship, as maintaining excellent grades makes an athlete more attractive to coaches. Coaches often seek well-rounded students who can fulfill the rigorous GPA requirements tied to many roster spots. Taking advanced courses, particularly those required for eligibility by the National Collegiate Athletics Association, further reinforces a student’s dedication to academic achievements.

When evaluating colleges as an athlete, consider what they prioritize, keeping in mind that sometimes big scholarship opportunities may overshadow what matters. Research the potential school’s football programs and narrow your list without overlooking factors such as location, campus culture, and your major, as finding the right overall fit is vital. You may also research graduation rates and career outcomes for student-athletes at these schools to understand the support available after college football.

In addition to academics and school, consider your capabilities as a player. When scouting for players, coaches typically look for specific physical attributes, including height, weight, speed, and athletic testing numbers suited for each position. Remember, your character and work ethic are equally vital aspects in sealing a scholarship offer.

As an athlete seeking a football scholarship, constantly strive to enhance your gameplay and abilities through discipline and varied training to maintain top physical fitness. Additionally, participate in smaller, local camps early on in your junior years to build experience competing before advancing to larger showcases in your senior year to gain exposure in front of scouts and get opportunities for first-hand evaluation by college coaches.

To capture the attention of recruiters amid the numerous options, create or compile carefully edited highlight reels emphasizing your most impressive plays, such as tackles, interceptions, touchdowns, and other pivotal moments tailored to your ideal position. Ensure the reels are high-resolution and polished to permit evaluators a clear picture of your abilities.

Moreover, take a proactive approach when seeking college opportunities rather than passively waiting for recruiters to make initial contact. Personally reach out to coaches at programs of interest via phone calls or send emails containing highlights, statistics, and identifying information to stand out among prospects. Active networking within football circles is also essential, as it allows for valuable connections and advice from influential adults who can guide you toward your goals.

In today’s digital age, establishing an optimized social media presence can significantly aid in gaining attention from college recruiters. Twitter, in particular, is a preferred outreach method for coaches. To establish a digital presence, create informative profiles highlighting key details such as school, graduation year, position, measurements, GPA, awards, and contact information. LinkedIn can also be beneficial in connecting with recruiters beyond athletic departments, since it allows you to showcase both your academic achievements and professional aspirations.

Recruitment often comes with rejection and delayed rewards. While you may feel disappointed when coaches pass or when others receive offers ahead of you, remembering that recruitment is a marathon requiring perseverance through setbacks can sustain your motivation to enhance your skills. A better way to cultivate a positive mindset is to stay dedicated to improvement, seek coach feedback, and have steadfast faith that your time will eventually come.

[electrictoes]

I’m looking for stories where Amanda meets Carisi’s parents and siblings. There are two that I would like to find again. Amanda meets the whole family and they surprise Jesse by celebrating her birthday early with a red velvet cake and nail polish kit that she associates with a spa day. The second story is where Carisi’s father is in the hospital. He needs to change his diet and does not listen to anyone until Amanda takes charge.

I did have a scout around on AO3 but I wasn't able to find either of them - posting in case someone else can :)

[powerpackproductions]

A Glimpse into the World of Short Film Production Companies

Film production companies are the unsung heroes of the media industry, tirelessly crafting video content for television, movies, social media, corporate campaigns, internal business use, and advertisements. They are the architects behind the magic of filmmaking, and here, we'll explore what makes a stellar short film production company tick.

The Essence of a Film Production House

A film production house, often referred to as a production agency, is the driving force behind the entire filmmaking process. They are the masterminds who shepherd a project from its initial conception all the way to the post-production phase.

These companies vary in size, ranging from small, independent studios to colossal global conglomerates. Their teams encompass a multitude of experts, from writers and directors to producers, actors, cinematographers, editors, and sound engineers.

But their role doesn't stop at creating films; it extends to marketing, distribution, and promotion. Some specialize in specific genres or content types, while others embrace diversity in their creations. In essence, film production companies breathe life into imaginative ideas and bring them to audiences worldwide.

Tailoring to Local Tastes

However, smaller short film production companies might focus on domestic releases, catering to local audiences. Those delving into vernacular films often restrict their scope to regions where the language resonates.

The Many Hats of a Film Production House

So, what exactly does a film production house do? Well, they wear many hats throughout the filmmaking journey. They conceptualize projects, draft screenplays, and assemble creative dream teams comprising writers, directors, and actors.

These companies are also responsible for managing budgets, crafting production schedules, and overseeing the entire filmmaking process, from pre-production to post-production. Casting actors, marketing films, and handling the legal and financial intricacies, including contracts, rights, and tax-related matters, all fall under their purview.

Size Doesn't Limit Potential

Even though we often associate short film production companies with limited scale, this isn't always the case. Smaller companies can step up to create full-length feature films when the need arises. Regardless of their size, production houses play a pivotal role in the filmmaking process, shepherding it from inception to distribution.

The Lifeblood of Finance

Financing is a formidable hurdle in filmmaking, and production companies often provide the essential funding. They may tap into their own resources, secure loans, or seek external investors to fuel their projects.

Molding Concepts into Reality

Production houses collaborate with writers and directors to shape raw film concepts into compelling screenplays. Acquiring rights to novels, plays, and other source materials is often the first step toward bringing these ideas to life.

From Idea to Action

During pre-production, production houses handle vital tasks such as crew recruitment, location scouting, casting, and scheduling.

Lights, Camera, Action

In the production phase, they ensure that the film stays on schedule and within budget. They provide the necessary equipment, oversee set design, and coordinate resources to capture the perfect shot.

Polishing the Gem

Once filming concludes, large or small, production companies dive into post-production work, including editing and sound design.

Taking It to the World

Securing distribution agreements, marketing the film through various channels, and promoting the finished product all fall under the purview of a production company.

Fueling Creative Visions

In essence, a production house is the linchpin of filmmaking, equipped with the tools and expertise needed to breathe life into imaginative concepts and bring them to the silver screen.

The Winds of Change

As Indian cinema evolves, it has embraced new trends, including the rise of independent films and the influence of globalization. Bollywood, for instance, started incorporating Western elements, while Indian stars found their footing in Hollywood.

Digital Horizons

Today, the Indian film industry spans high-budget blockbusters and indie films, with a growing emphasis on digital distribution and streaming platforms. It remains dynamic, adapting to new technologies and shifting consumer preferences while continuing to shape Indian culture and identity.

[thecatwhosavedbooks]

Witold Pilecki

The Brave Spirit that Defied the Holocaust

Michael Schudrich, the Chief Rabbi of Poland, wrote: "When G-d created the human being, G-d had in mind that we should all be like Captain Witold Pilecki, of blessed memory."

In the annals of human history, there are remarkable individuals whose courage, resilience, and sacrifice continue to inspire generations. Witold Pilecki, a Polish resistance fighter, and a hero of World War II is one such figure. His daring decision to infiltrate the Auschwitz concentration camp, and the unyielding spirit with which he faced the atrocities of the Holocaust, make him a beacon of hope and an epitome of humanity's strength in the face of unimaginable adversity.

Witold Pilecki was born on May 13, 1901, in Olonets, Russia (now in Karelia, Russia). His family later moved to Wilno, Poland (present-day Vilnius, Lithuania). Pilecki's life was shaped by a strong sense of duty and patriotism. At a young age, he joined the Polish Scouting Association, which instilled in him a love for his country and a commitment to serving his fellow citizens.

In 1918, Poland regained its independence, and Pilecki enlisted in the Polish Military Organization (POW). He went on to serve in the Polish-Soviet War (1919-1921), displaying exceptional leadership and bravery. Pilecki's military career laid the foundation for his later feats of valour during World War II.

As World War II engulfed Europe, Poland fell under the brutal occupation of Nazi Germany. Witnessing the horrors of the Holocaust and the plight of his fellow countrymen, Pilecki felt compelled to act. In 1940, he made the audacious decision to become a voluntary prisoner in Auschwitz, the infamous concentration camp.

Under the alias "Tomasz Serafinski," Pilecki's mission was to gather information about the atrocities occurring within the camp and to establish an underground resistance movement. His determination to expose the truth and fight against the Nazi regime was a testament to his unwavering commitment to the values of freedom and justice.

Once inside Auschwitz, Pilecki endured unimaginable suffering, witnessing the inhumane conditions, mass executions, and systematic cruelty inflicted upon millions of innocent lives. Despite facing the constant threat of discovery and execution, he continued his clandestine operations, smuggling out crucial intelligence to the Polish resistance and Allied forces.

In his reports, Pilecki detailed the appalling conditions, the extermination of Jews and other prisoners, and the industrial scale of genocide taking place at the camp. His documentation remains a vital historical record of the Holocaust and a chilling reminder of the depths humanity can sink to.

After nearly three years in Auschwitz, Pilecki escaped in April 1943. Rather than seeking safety, he joined the Polish Home Army and continued to fight against the Nazi occupation. He took part in the Warsaw Uprising of 1944, demonstrating his unyielding spirit and devotion to his country's liberation.

The end of World War II did not bring relief to Pilecki. Despite his extraordinary bravery and service, Poland fell under Soviet domination, and Pilecki faced persecution from the new communist authorities. In 1947, he was arrested, subjected to a show trial, and falsely accused of espionage and treason.

Tragically, on May 25, 1948, Witold Pilecki was executed by the communist regime. His death marked the loss of an exceptional patriot, whose sacrifice went largely unrecognised until later years.

Witold Pilecki's legacy endured through the efforts of historians and survivors who championed his memory. With the fall of communism in Poland, Pilecki's reputation was rightfully restored, and he is now recognized as a national hero. His selfless actions continue to inspire people worldwide, reminding us of the importance of standing up against injustice and oppression.

Witold Pilecki's life stands as a testament to the power of one person's determination to make a difference. His journey of courage, from a humble beginning to the depths of human suffering, continues to inspire and remind us of the indomitable spirit that resides within each of us. Witold Pilecki's name will forever be etched in history as a symbol of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, one individual can shine a light and fight for a better tomorrow.

Witolds Report from Auschwitz: https://victimsofcommunism.org/wp-content/uploads/2022/06/Raport-Witolda_EN.pdf

[organisationskoval]

805) Harcerstwo Polskie w Szkocji, Polish Scouting Association in Scotland, Polish Scouting in Scotland - Rejestrowa Organizacja Charytatywna “HARCERSTWO SC049549​“. Stanowimy zgraną grupą osób nie tylko polskiej narodowości. Jesteśmy instruktorami harcerskimi, młodzieżowymi, sportowymi. Organizację prowadzą pedagogdzy, nauczyciele, sportowcy, animatorzy. Wszyscy przed dopuszczeniem do pracy z dziećmi przechodzą procedurę weryfikcyjną PVG. ​Stanowimy zgrany zespół i razem z rodzicami prowadzimy grupy w obrębie Szkocji i Anglii Północnej aby przekazać smak harcerskiej przygody kolejnemu pokoleniu młodych Polaków i Polek dorastających na obczyźnie. Przede wszystkim świetnie się rozwijamy i dobrze się bawimy. Harcerstwo to nie tylko wędrówki i unikalne zajęcia zastrzeżone dla  zwykłych śmiertelników. To duch i moc więzi przyjaźni, zaufania i braterstwa. Jesteśmy zarejestrowani z Volunteer Scotland jako Polish Scouting Association in Scotland. Wszyscy wolontariusze są sprawdzani pod względem niekaralności, a nasze stowarzyszenie szybko i sprawnie przy wsparciu Volunteer Scotland uzyskuje stosowne zaświadczenia.​Rekrutacja do drużyn jest prowadzona wszędzie tam, gdzie dorośli instruktorzy podjęli się służby i otrzymali wsparcie od wolontariuszy. 

[calder]

hey, do you have any idea what the providence of the "fly boy" emote in 76 is? i know the 2 finger salute is used in like. the polish military. and the cub scouts . however i cannot find any indication it's associated with airmen specifically at all.

i think it's just a gesture of acknowledgement. not sure. thanks for writing, though

anyone have any insight?

0woah: I think this is definitely meant to evoke the more 'top gun', irresponsible airman trope than an actual salute. The two finger salute of loosely tap the forehead is often seen as disrespectful or mocking in some contexts (obvs in military you'd get in a heap of shit).