#Tw . shooting mention

[threemoonwatchers]

I think having at least two band kid ninja and one of them being Lloyd would be so funny because I remember my high school band teacher saying something along the lines of “if a shooter enters the band room and we have to fight them off, I give you my full permission to throw your instrument at them.”

So of course in Ninjago High the equivalent would be “if one of Garmadon’s generals enters you can throw your instrument at them.”

Now here’s the thing about Movieverse Ninjago City: everyone thinks Lloyd’s working with his father.

So just as everyone’s deviously grinning at Lloyd and at least one piccolo has already been thrown at him (one of) the other band kid ninja (prolly Zane if I had to guess) has to be like “And no, this does NOT include Lloyd.”

[merthurians-prat-and-idiot]

So I'm rewatching Ballum scenes from the beginning & I'm up to when Ben got shot. And what always gets me when I watch those scenes (aside from the ballum of it all ofc) is how the pub is so packed full of people and then you have Ben Mitchell, who has so many walls up at all times around almost everyone (more especially so back then) and because of his injury he ends up being so vulnerable and open infront of all of them. Everyone in that pub, no matter their opinion of him- is hearing a man talking about his little girl and telling a story he came up with for her because he loves her so much. Idk I just think about if Ben ever thought about how vunerable he was infront of them all & if everyone kept that side they saw of him in their minds. I think part of it was Ben saw Callum and how safe he was with him to talk like he did. I mean even Whitney was moved, she felt that care and connection they had between them. Anyways, they're all absolutely brilliant actors & I miss ballum v much !

[lavenderfeminist]

Obviously the point isn’t that any of us actually believe the Colorado shooter really IDs as non-binary. It’s that if he can claim to be non-binary for legal protection, so can every other violent and predatory man, WHICH IS WHAT WE’VE BEEN SAYING THIS WHOLE TIME. And people are still acting like they’re “roasting the terfs” by asserting that’s he’s not non-binary because he’s a hate crime perpetrator against trans people. Somehow it’s just too far-fetched to think perhaps a man claiming he’s a woman after committing hate crimes against women is…not who he says he is.

[benschiff]

why do people say that antizionism isn't antisemitism and then go attack jews for saying that they don't know what genocide means like... their definition of genocide effectively makes school shootings genocides because the shooter wanted to kill a bunch of people in one place??? if you change legal definitions of things to fit your agenda you enter into loopholes that cause more terror. what is happening to palestinians is horrible. but it is not genocide. it is mass murder, war casualties, and inhumane, but not genocide. if you don't know what a legal term means PLEASE DO NOT USE IT!!!!

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

This is an essay on why I, as someone going into the medical field, don’t believe Glen died from the gunshot inflicted by Nica in the s2 finale. I paid too much attention to the scene and now I don't get how Glen was on death's door from being shot, let alone do I believe that being shot left Glen in a comatose state. So now you all have to deal with me ranting and raving yet again.

Glen had an almost perfect combination of positive symptoms that they would've been perfectly fine as long as Glen got treatment before they lost too much blood or had any complications.

The placement looks perfect to have not hit anything in their abdomen, they were able to walk (although assisted, they were able to stand so the bullet didn’t hit their spine), they were still breathing (so it didn't cause a collapsed lung), they weren't bleeding too heavily besides entry and exit wounds (which is normal for traumatic wounds to the skin), they were conscious, pressure was presumably kept on the exit wound to slow blood loss (since Tiffany was in the back seat with him when Glenda drove to the hospital), ect.

The only things it likely could’ve hit was Glen’s large intestine and Glen’s left kidney (if the bullet went in at an angle, which it looks in the scene that it was). However the prognosis for renal wounds (kidney wounds) has a just about 91% chance of survival and large intestinal perforations have a survival outlook of 50 to 70% depending on when the perforation is taken care of, and I doubt it took more than a half hour or so to get to a hospital, especially with Glenda driving when their twin was injured.

Not to mention that this is 2024, we have the technology and methods to have been able to save Glen. I just don’t believe that it was just the gunshot that left Glen near death. There had to be something else that was at play that left them comatose.

[theautumnaldemon]

Gorillaz lore is absolutely insane

Murdoc was abandoned by his parents and drank as a young child before being forced to do shows at a pub

2-D’s hair fell out when he fell out of a tree and it came back blue, when he was older he got both his eyes fractured by car accidents

Russel’s friends were in a shooting and their ghosts possessed Russel, before Russel was kidnapped by Murdoc. And he literally just stayed because he thought the music was good

Noodle was shipped in a cargo box to the Gorillaz’s front door at a young age, and had insane guitar skills, before later on finding out she’s actually an amnesiac superweapon child with insane karate skills

there are portals created by a pink ghost

there’s a flying windmill shot down by helicopters

there’s two rival cults

Ace from the literal Power Puff Girls replaced Murdoc one time

Noodle was temporarily replaced by a cyborg at some point

[ivanttakethis]

Post Row 5 [Pt. 1] - Tov’s Log

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Tov woke up in the hospital.

Again.

Same room layout.

Same smell of antiseptic.

Same IV needle.

Same heart monitor beeping.

The sense of deja vu was strong enough to make her dizzy.

Fleeting vestiges of Himei’s warm smile slipped through Tov’s fingers like sand.

Despite the IV feeding into her left arm, her right arm stung like she’d been burned.

She groaned.

“Welcome back to the world of the living.”

Wren was sitting at her bedside, just as she was before, grey eyes studying her face in anticipation. Her face mask was white again.

“Heart attack?” Tov rasped.

Is there really a need to ask?

“Yep, right on stage.” Wren nodded. “It happened before you could be shot. Though this one was worse than the last. We almost lost you for a second there.”

Tov furrowed her brow, “Lost me? What do you mean?”

“You died. Technically. But only for a little while.”

Because that makes it so much less traumatizing.

Tov resisted rolling her eyes. Truthfully, she should be grateful to have the chance to roll them at all.

“So what now? Are they going to make me compete again?” She asked.

“Nope!” Wren clapped her hands together, pleased. “The Alien Stage contract states that contestants who die are removed from the competition. Since you technically died, you were removed. So you can’t be forced to participate again.”

“A legal loophole.” She muttered under her breath.

The gears in Tov’s head were working overtime, fighting against the sedatives she’d been given to try to make sense of everything.

She couldn’t believe it.

A heart attack had killed her and saved her life all at once.

She was reborn.

She was free.

Tov would laugh if her ribs didn’t ache.

“I never thought I’d feel lucky to have a heart attack.” She said. “I guess I shouldn’t have doubted your good luck charm.”

Wren’s tone sharpened. “Yeah, it served both of its purposes well.”

The fine hairs on the back of Tov’s neck stood on end, “I… don’t follow.”

“Well, while the ring is a good luck charm, it’s also an electronic device that can be remotely controlled. So when you lost your round, I sent an electric shock through the ring.” She said.

Tov blinked. Once.

Twice.

What the fuck?

Her heart rate spiked, the monitor she was hooked up to started beeping faster. “Y-You caused my heart attack? You shocked me into cardiac arrest?!”

“Yep.”

“I’ve been wearing that ring since I got out of the hospital after my first heart attack. You’re telling me you could’ve shocked me any time between now and then?”

Wren nodded once, completely unfazed by Tov’s change in demeanor. “If you’d lost to Akane or Jae, I would’ve done it sooner.”

What the fuck?!

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t want you to die.” Wren said, like what she did was a completely normal solution to the problem.

“But—” Tov groaned in frustration, her chest heaving from short breaths. “But why me? Why would you do all of this for me?” She asked. “We don’t know each other well. We’re barely even friends. It doesn’t make any sense!”

“It makes perfect sense,” Wren said, calmly removing her mask, “Because I’m your twin sister.”

She pulled the cloth away from her face revealing a nose very similar to Tov’s own, with a broad scar across the bridge, and an identically shaped mouth drawn up in a smile.

Tov reeled back, struck by the glaring similarities. Alarm bells rang loud in her head.

Not possible.

That’s not possible.

It must be a coincidence.

It has to be.

“H-How are you so sure?”

Wren’s smile shifted slightly before she pressed two fingers against her eyes and removed contact lenses.

Grey contact lenses.

The ones Tov always thought looked off.

And she found herself staring into dark brown eyes, with slightly misshapen white stars in their irises.

A mirror image of her own.

WHAT THE FUCK??!?

Her heart slammed against her chest, punching the air out of her lungs, hard enough to make her physically wince.

She couldn’t breathe.

No.

No no no no no no no.

I don’t have any biological family.

I don’t have a sister.

Flor was the closest thing I ever had to a sister and she’s dead.

I’m an only child.

I was alone when Cassio adopted me.

Why is this happening?

How is this happening?

Tov gripped her bedsheets until her knuckles turned white.

It felt like her world was tilting again.

Sharp and sudden.

Disorienting.

A wave of nausea rolled through her.

“This whole time… Have you known this whole time?” She could taste bile on her tongue as she spoke.

“I always knew I had a sister, but I’ve known you were my sister for a long time now.” Wren said.

Tov looked up at her… sister? Twin? She didn’t know anymore. “How long?”

“The first time I saw your face was when I was ten. It was on a billboard downtown. I knew from your eyes.” She said. “It’s been thirteen years since then.”

“Fourteen,” Tov said, reflexively. “We’re 24 now, so it’s been fourteen years.”

“About that, we’re actually 23.”

Tov frowned, confused, “But my teeth were—”

“Growth-dated?” Wren finished for her. “Mine were too, probably around the same time as yours. The results placed my age at 3.45 human years old, and my age was rounded down to 3 years old.” She said. “I’m guessing, your results came out to 3.5 after rounding, and then you were rounded up to the whole number age of 4 years old; a rounding error on their part. Otherwise we would’ve been in the Season 40 class together.”

She stared blankly at Wren.

Blinked.

Struggled to process what she’d just heard.

A rounding error?

My life is the way that it is… because of a rounding error?

It all felt so trivial.

By the mark of a different pen 20 years ago, Tov would’ve never met Himei, or Tallis, or Nyx, or Moran, or Dian, or Flor.

She would’ve never come to love or care for or lose any of them.

Tov wouldn’t even be the same person.

Her temples throbbed.

She was so distracted by the new flare of pain that she didn’t hear the door swing open and slam shut, or the pairs of footsteps quickly approaching the side of her bed opposite of Wren.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” A deep voice snapped.

Tov lifted her head and her vision went fuzzy for a moment before focusing on Elias’s face.

He was angry. Furious, even.

She could see it in his eyes and the tight pinch between his eyebrows and the sharp, downward curve of his mouth.

There was a wild emotion simmering just below the surface of his skin, barely held at bay by the strict and obedient frame of a soldier.

But his anger wasn’t directed at Tov.

It was directed at Wren.

She didn’t seem phased by him at all, “What are you talking about?”

Elias scoffed and dug into the pocket of his jacket, tossing whatever he found inside at Wren.

She caught it midair with a lazy, outstretched hand, without looking away from Elias staring her down.

“Oh,” Wren said, “You found my good luck charm.”

The shock ring. Tov thought.

Only now did she realize she wasn’t wearing it anymore.

“Cut the bullshit, Wren. I know what the ring did. You are so fucking lucky I found it first. What were you thinking?!”

“I was saving Tov.” Wren said plainly.

“You could’ve killed her!” Elias hissed. “Her heart stopped. Prem and I had to keep it beating manually until we got a pulse back.”

Tov tore her eyes away from the growing volatility of the back and forth to look behind Elias.

Prem was there too, almost as pissed off. His arms were crossed, jaw set, eyes narrowed and glaring daggers at Wren.

“She would’ve died for sure if I’d done nothing.” Wren countered, voice scarily even despite the subject matter. “At least this way she had a chance of surviving, and we didn’t have to watch her take a bullet to the head.”

We?

Hang on—

“How do you guys know each other?” Tov asked.

Despite not raising her voice, or even speaking at her usual volume, Elias and Wren immediately stopped to give her their full attention.

Like a fire smothered in foam, the tension between them fizzled out.

They both looked at her with gentler gazes and softened edges.

It felt oddly familiar.

Elias sighed and ran a hand down his face, “Tov, meet your benefactor.” He said, nodding to Wren.

Wren gave her a half smile, “Surprise.”

…

..

.

What?

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So yeah, Wren is a little fucked up, actually. She’s a very “the ends justify the means” type girl, even if the means are like,, morally questionable.

But that’s just how she was raised. You’ll learn more about that next time!

Also, note the wording used in the letter Tov’s benefactor (Wren) wrote to her in the Before Round 30 log:

“We will meet at the End of Round 30,” instead of “When you win Round 30,” because if Tov survived her heart attack, Wren was going to “meet her” as her twin regardless of if she won or lost.

Shoutout to @rockwgooglyeyes who guessed that the information leakers (Elias and Prem) were linked to Wren a while back.

I had a good chuckle reading your tags with my narrator knowledge 😁

[i-3at-s0ap]

I think if I showed my hair dresser Gerard Keay fanart as hair inspo she would simply take me out back and shoot me

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

if you could pick any bat to represent you in court who would you choose? personally i'd go with jason because he would simply shoot the judge and help me escape

[antianakin]

Yoda and Mace have been my favorite characters since childhood, and I never quite forgave him for killing the latter and choking Padme. Granted, I was 12 and had zero romantic understanding or media literacy but I thought it was fucked up how he killed kids and a Queen married him?? Anger issues with a bad haircut??? With 'kind and compassionate' Padme??? Like his actor is attractive but Anakin gives off school shooter vibes imo. I like Obi wan too, but kinda like you like the really ugly old cat who gets into the trash but is genuinely sweet and pettable.

Anyway, my reasons for hating him are probably really petty and not as coherent from yours, but I really do appreciate the quality analysis.

I don't think those are petty reasons at all (well, the bad haircut thing might be a little petty lol).

In all seriousness, you don't NEED essays to explain why you don't like a character. I'm someone who kind-of ENJOYS overthinking my media and writing down my thoughts, it helps me sometimes to be able to really figure out why I feel the way I do about storylines and characters. Sometimes it leads me to love a thing even more, sometimes it doesn't. But nobody NEEDS long coherent essays detailing why they simply don't like a character. Not every character is going to appeal to everyone and that's just how it works.

I love Obi-Wan and there's a LOT of people out there who hate him for one reason or another or who just are more neutral on him and find him overrated, and that's fine. I happen to really like Trace and Rafa Martez and apparently that's a minority opinion. I think that Cikatro Vizago is one of the better characters in Rebels, and certainly the one with the best redemption arc on that show, and I KNOW I'm likely the only one who thinks that way.

And of course, if you've been around this blog long enough, you know there's tons of characters that I DISLIKE that a lot of people really adore. They just aren't for me. Sometimes I do feel like the characters are badly written and I have no qualms with explaining why I think so, but that was never required. The characters don't have to be badly written for me to dislike them, and I never owe anyone an explanation for why a character doesn't work for me. Neither do you.

[dsm--v]

people who make school shootings jokes about america just really fucking suck !!

[oyasumillie]

This year I have been attacked by a patient, having to repost criminal acts from patients to the justice and yesterday there was a shooting at the place I work at... huh

[davepeta]

someone needs to shoot me. or knock me unconscious. not because i want to die but because it's 130 in the morning and i need sleep

[cupcraft]

Cant believe I've seen takes that ppl who dislike or are critical of dream must be secretly in support of the shooting threat which no decent or normal person in the world would condone and that we are like "terfs and nazis" who say they aren't like the "bigots in their groups" all for just disliking a WHITE MAN cc who is racist and a groomer IM TIRED.

[italic-doing-random-shit]

I can’t explain how scared I am because of KOSA

long rant (tw shooting mention and lots of suicide mentions)

I just

I’ve literally never had friends like this, only one person was that exception

I mean, I don’t talk to much at school or out side of school and I know people didn’t like talking to me anyways. I was the kid people would only be nice to in school because, quote ‘I wanna be spared when you shoot up this damn place’

just because I wasn’t always preppy and happy at school. Just because I wasn’t happy with myself. I won’t never ever even touch a gun but people in my irl life weren’t kind to me

I’ve said it before but it got so bad I almost killed myself. I’m surprised I didn’t go through with shit at the time and for a long time I hated myself even more for it.

still people were cruel and selfish to me.

but here was different. People didn’t use me as an object. People didn’t think I was violent or crazy. People here treated me like a person.

I not longer regret not going through with my attempt. I no longer feel as awful as I did over a year ago. I’ve realized stuff in my life just because someone would have a conversation with me that wasn’t fueled by another motive.

i have actual friends. I love people who love me dearly, and I love them too. And I cannot lose them. I can’t.

KOSA would’ve drove me to kill myself.

KOSA will kill so many kids. Children.

I was only twelve, it could be someone younger.

stop KOSA. It doesn’t help at all. It hurts. It affects all countries despite only being American.