#and probably would have survived because of it

[silvasreblogs]

yessss exactly!!!! i've often found myself wondering such questions and then went "no!! i shouldn't question it it's obvious it's bad!! if i question it, does it mean i actually do not think about it as bad ?"

and then, in philosophy class, i learned that you can and even should question everything because that's how you don't follow mindlessly mindsets that you don't even understand. and you can sometimes even find out you have been wrong about something.

in the case of cannibalism, it's because :

it's uselessly taking other's life (unless in case of no food available, this situation can be a topic of debate)

if we all did actively eat each others, we wouldn't survive on a long time as societies and as species

again for the survival of our societies, if we can avoid hurting each other (for example by eating any other food) we should.

if we all did actively eat each others, we would all live in fear to be eaten, or, no one should live in constant fear of a deadly threat.

there's probably plenty other arguments but it was just so i could illustrate my point.

[centaurianthropology]

Can we talk about how extraordinary Fiedra Marrow is?

She lost her parents young. She grew up on the streets learning to be ruthless and cunning to survive. To move in shadows and to prioritize herself over all others.

And yet, when she’s likely scarcely more than a child herself she finds an egg, and instead of cooking it or selling it or doing anything else, Fiedra—who does not need to do this, who cannot afford to do this, who has every reason in the world to turn her back—decides for whatever reason to take this egg into her care. And it hatches into a little baby dragonborn with some birth anomalies, including a complete inability to use his breath weapon.

And Fiedra, who has been taught by the world to be ruthless and selfish, who is a survivor, who can barely care for herself, who is barely into adulthood herself, chooses to care. She chooses to raise this dragonborn because who else would? Crueler people who would use him and turn him into what she’s become, that’s who.

So she raises him, and leads her gang, and then they all get arrested and sent to Rybad Kol where they make their way into running the kitchens rather than being trapped in the laboring pits. Likely because Fiedra is a fast-talker, is ruthless and cunning.

And because she knows what will happen to Crokas if he’s in the pits. Let’s be clear. If the gang were in Rybad Kol for around 5 years, and Crokas is just entering adulthood as a dragonborn when the campaign starts, then he was probably around 10 when he went to prison. He became an adult in prison, and his mother—to protect them both from people looking to stamp out hope—only ever referred to him as her bodyguard. So he became a bodyguard: a massive creature fully capable of incredible violence. But Fiedra still emphasizes his other qualities. She has to use his strength for violence sometimes, but she clearly never wants that to be all he is. They have to survive, but she is most proud when he carries children and the weak. When he uses his strength for kindness. And she did raise a fundamentally kind man, who sits down and cries after performing overwhelming violence. She always looks carefully to see if he has enough before she steals. She always makes sure she takes care of him, and he learned to take care of her in return. He learned that taking care of people IS LOVE and IS FAMILY.

And when she’s finally given the opportunity to be kinder, to make Torm’s Hill a better and kinder community than any she’s ever been a part of, she speaks out. She uses her words to inspire the other commoners around her. She starts to step up and become a leader, just as much as Garen did.

And when someone threatens that new community, who proposes that he simply recreate the old hell with him in charge, she cuts out his tongue. Because Fiedra Marrow understands that the world can be harsh and cruel. And when she is able she will choose kindness, but much as Nia now understands, when a person decides to make themselves an obstacle to a kinder world, that obstacle needs to be pushed aside.

God I love her, and this party, and I wish we could spend an entire long-form campaign with them, seeing them continue to grow and become the leaders of a new and perhaps kinder world.

[mmso-notlikethat]

so do you guys ever think about how Buck and Tommy are the most lonely characters to exist? and how they are opposite to each other in that?

Buck’s loneliness is so tragic to me because he knows he’s loved. He has friends, a found family, people who would literally drop everything for him. But there’s this unshakable part of him that feels like he’s always on the outside looking in. Everyone around him has their person (Eddie has Chris, Maddie and Chimney, Bobby and Athena, Hen and Karen) and Buck is there, a part of it, but never it. I think that’s why he loved Tommy so deeply, because for the first time, he felt like he was someone’s person. That he wasn’t just orbiting around everyone else’s world.. he was the world for someone. And then he lost that, and it must’ve felt like being thrown right back into that childhood ache of never being quite enough. and it reinforced every fear Buck ever had—that maybe he isn’t enough, that no matter how much someone loves him, they won’t stay.

And then we have Tommy. Who being lonely was probably the norm for him his whole life. He’s the kind of lonely that comes from a life of survival. He craves the sense of family and people. He wants people, he wants love, but he’s spent so long alone, it’s like he doesn’t know how to exist any other way. He'll literally gives endlessly for his people, he'll risk his literal life for an old friend, but the second anyone tries to give back, he pulls away because it’s safer that way. I don’t think Tommy has ever truly believed he deserves to be someone’s first choice, their one. And even if he wanted to be that for Buck, some part of him convinced himself that Buck needed something else/someone else.. because Tommy always expects to end up alone again.

They are mirror opposites in the worst way.

Buck aches to be seen. Tommy is terrified of being seen.

Buck leaps, Tommy hesitates.

Buck wants to hold on, while Tommy braces for the moment he’ll have to let go.

And i think they could be each other’s answer. They could break that loneliness in each other. But fear got in the way. And that is what makes them so heartbreaking.

Because love wasn't the problem. They loved each other deeply. I know they did.. But I think sometimes, love isn’t enough to fight against the things you’ve spent a lifetime running from.

[pythonmoth]

cw: implied torture. body harm mentioned. reader thinks of price as a father figure. reader is unreliable and inconsistent. military inaccuracies.

» conviniences bc this is a fanfic. unimportant oc, don't ask me background. oc is a plot device, never mentioned again, probably. it's just for fun.

simon riley x f!reader. implied simon riley x soap. implied simon riley x f!reader x soap.

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Surely, if you asked him, he wouldn't even blink and would tell you it was an order. He couldn't do anything. Had his hands tied. He's sorry it happened to you.

Because it was easier.

In this line of work, he's seen half of his teammates die because they were reckless, because there was an idiot who thought knew best and ended up getting killed, or decided to sell out the others for money. Also killed, or in jail.

There's no such thing as a good or bad side when the guns and the bombs go off for both. There's only dead or alive, and you must kill whoever is against you for you to survive. That's how it's always been.

You don't matter in the battlefield if innocents are in danger back home. You do that for them.

Price fought fiercely for his nation. He had passion, he loved defending it with his blood and sweat, but he was nothing. Just another number in the end.

What he could do was try to be someone for his team. These men needed him. And he couldn't fail them.

After so many years in this world, he realized it's easier to just accept orders.

So when the higher ups sent him information and evidence, he clenched his jaw and spent the whole night going through it.

You've been part of the team for years. Nearly a whole decade he's worked with you, saved your ass, and you've saved his. He remembered every single one.

He didn't want to believe it, but the order had been given, and he couldn't refute the evidence. Not when it was slapped to his face like this and he had nothing but his instinct.

For the first two hours, he'd been pissed to his core. You've been everybody's confidant since day one, always listening. You knew secrets.

When he found out you were dating Ghost, he couldn't deny that he thought you wouldn't last, that it would be messy. Ghost's a troubled man, filled with secrets not even you could unveil, but Ghost was completely smitten by you; not that you were any better. He didn't even want to think how Johnny was added to the mix.

He'd seen so many things already, that it just made him blink and nod. It was nobody's business, anyway.

And it was an entertaining pleasure to witness.

However, now it just felt like he's been a fucking idiot. Opening up to somebody wasn't a good idea, he knew this, but if he couldn't trust his team, who the hell was he supposed to trust, then?

His cigar wasted away while he stared at the evidence in front of him. It was too easy, too... fitting, but it was impossible to ignore.

"Make sure she confesses. That's your order" they told Price. Just that. Simple as that.

According to the evidence, you've been selling information on other teams' missions, making copies of documents and entire files. They had your fingerprints somehow, but he couldn't buy it. Price had insisted they continued the investigation at first, because why were you the only person involved? Where were the people that definitely helped you? Why not sell information on your team as well?

"Shut the fuck up and do as we say" they ordered. "Your career is in our hands".

Pretty much.

He genuinely despised the higher ups, taking shitty decisions from behind their desks and fancy suits. Still, orders are orders. He couldn't ignore them or the whole team would suffer from it one way or another.

Price had to think.

If he couldn't just ask you, because, goddammit, he's not stupid, he would have to force it out of you.

How the hell was he supposed to do that?

He couldn't possibly cut your fingers off, or cover your body with permanent scars, because he really didn't believe you were a traitor.

But he could not be accused of insubordination.

And you could very well be lying. You could be making a fool out of everybody.

With a heavy sigh, he rubbed his face, exhaustion making his shoulders slump. He grabbed his cigar from the ashtray and took a long, deep drag from it. His lungs burning, he made up his mind.

Nails grow.

They would be raw for months, but it would not make you lose your normal mobility forever and, if he was right and there was something else going on, he could give you a temporary discharge so you could recover. Away from them.

Or you would be rotting in jail. One or the other.

Price put his cigar down again and stood up from his chair, tapping the desk with his fingertips; a big plan was forming in his mind and he didn't like it.

If you were truly a traitor, he was following orders. If you weren't, he was also following orders. Still, he had something he'd learned a few years ago, when Johnny first started hanging out with Ghost and you.

Johnny had a big mouth when drunk, and he had told Price you were scared of the ocean after a few drinks. He didn't mention a reason, but that didn't matter. He would have to use that.

He couldn't take risks.

He was fond of you, but if there was evidence that could be used against you, he could not afford to hesitate. Not for you. Not for anybody.

For the team's sake, he had to do as he was told.

Price prepared the basement himself.

It made his stomach wrench with guilt, but he kept reminding himself he had no right to ignore orders. He knew you, but...

Obey orders.

That's been drilled into his mind. And he had given an oath.

He knew you could understand that. Every soldier could.

The salty water, the disgusting rags and that bloody chair was ready by the time the sky turned of dark ink. Soon the sun would come out, but he had yet another decision to take.

He knew what had to be done. He knew the best option for you. Still, it was not going to be even a little bit pretty.

All or nothing. They would have to understand.

He came out from the basement, the stairs seemingly infinite for a moment, and quickly ordered Ghost and Johnny to be called in to his office.

He forced himself to imagine it wasn't you. He pictured a different face, a different person begging and screaming in the chair.

He knew Ghost would ignore his command. He was smart enough to ignore his ridiculous order of making you suffer longer than necessary. He was counting on it.

Price couldn't tell Ghost, and he couldn't tell Johnny. No matter what he did, he couldn't put them at risk.

If this went wrong for him, he would be the only one paying the consequences. Nobody else would be involved but himself.

He regretted kicking you the day before, but he got too into his own head, into the character he forced on himself, that only when he was back in his office did he realize what he'd done.

To see you passed out on the chair after enduring so much pain was really just a breaking point for him. He had stormed out and gone straight to his office.

Just as he reached out to grab the phone and call the higher ups, to yell at them to do a fucking proper investigation, to do their job and leave his team alone, someone opened his door without knocking. He was so upset that he actually flinched in surprise.

"Sergeant Garrick" Price said, his eyebrows furrowing, standing up from his chair.

Kyle's face was visibly angry, expression hard. It took Price a moment to realize the sergeant was dragging someone unconscious by their ankle like a sack of potatoes.

"What's the meaning of this? Who the hell is that?" Price questioned, walking over to Kyle, staring down at the man on the floor. "Weren't you supposed to be back tomorrow?"

"Finished earlier. Got here like five minutes ago" Kyle explained, waving his free hand as if to dismiss Price's questions. "He was sneaking out from the storage room. I asked him what he was doing, and he tried to gut me so I put him down. Interesting things in his backpack" he said, letting go of the man's leg. Kyle crossed his arms and looked at Price.

"What things?" he asked, moving to take the backpack from the passed out man, and quickly torn it open. A scoff left his chest. Copies of documents.

"I was gone for five days and all I heard on my way here is that you're going insane and that the Lieutenant wants to gut you. What the hell is happening?"

It had been a goddamn mess.

The man confessed when he woke up, no resistance at all. A soldier Price hadn't seen much before because he wasn't under his command, but as soon as he heard his last name, he knew they were absolutely fucked.

All it took was a call not even five minutes later and Price had to let him go.

Of course the higher ups wanted you to confess. Of course they ordered Price to make you confess, not bring out names of buyers nor more traitors.

That's why there wasn't a proper investigation.

Price stood there as the soldier raised an eyebrow at them, amused, and walked past Price and Kyle, soldiers from another team escolting him away.

Deployment. To South Korea.

A slap on the wrist for the son of one of the higher ups.

It wouldn't take a day for the rumors to fly, so they announced his deployment quickly. The fact that he had tried to gut Kyle apparently wasn't important, either.

Price didn't receive a single call after that. He understood the order to be silent and pretend that never happened.

Couldn't they have done that since the beginning, instead of making you go through this? Maybe it was time to retire.

This only left him with a much bigger problem, though.

He felt guilty for making Kyle work when he had just gotten back, but he asked him to go and make sure the medics were prepared to receive you, while he gave himself a little pat on the back as encouragement, and told Ghost and Johnny to come on up to his office.

He didn't stop Ghost from punching him. He knew he deserved that punch.

It had been his fault to be so careless. If he hadn't thought you could be the traitor, he would've continued with the rags and the gagging instead of hurting you. He had orders and he let them get to his head. And that was his mess to deal with.

"Garrick caught him trying to escape" Price raised his voice again, doing his best to be heard over their yelling. "He's been detained and already confessed. The problem is that—"

"I don't fucking care!" Simon snapped, gripping his desk hard enough to break it in two. "Bring him here, goddammit. I'll put a bullet through his brain".

Johnny was quiet, staring daggers into his head. Price growled deeply, rubbing his face tiredly. "I'm trying to explain why I fucking can't do—"

"The fuck am I here for, then? I'm done with this fucking shit hole" he yelled, not interested in whatever Price had to say anymore.

Johnny and him rushed downstairs, leaving him alone. He didn't leave his office, the heels of his hands digging into his eyes.

In his need to protect the team, he'd fucked up. If Ghost didn't want to listen to him, if Johnny was so angry he seemed ready to stab his guts, he could only rely on you.

It was unfair, he knew. But it was his best shot.

The rumor of the son of an important man causing trouble for Price's team quickly spread, but nobody would dare saying anything out loud. Not properly, at least.

As far as Price knew, it didn't leave the base.

For the whole two days it took you to wake up, Price let the men cool off. He knew it would be useless to try and talk to them when they wouldn't leave your side, and visiting you was out of the question with the two of them guarding you so jealously.

Besides, you weren't awake yet.

He heard the commotion from his office. He knew you had woken up, if Ghost and Johnny's hurried footsteps was anything to go by, so he got up and walked directly to the infirmary, his arms crossed as he waited outside.

He heard Ghost trying to talk to you, your laughter, then your sobs, and he didn't miss the way Johnny was staring at him. As if waiting for a moment to strike.

"Spit it, MacTavish" Price said, sighing deeply. He didn't turn to him, didn't want to meet Johnny's eyes.

"You fucked up, Capt'n. This wouldn't have happened if you—"

"It's not an excuse, but I had orders. You know damn well how this works" Price reminded him, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'll explain everything later".

"Fuck this, I'm going in" Johnny mumbled, moving towards the door, but they both froze as Ghost came out.

Ghost looked defeated. His shoulders slumping, his eyes downcast, his balaclava hastily pulled over his head. The wet spots on the mask were easy to catch, but Price decided he would never mention that.

"Simon? How's she?" Johnny whispered, reaching out to grab his arm.

Price gave them a little moment and looked inside the room. He noticed you were on the floor and the sight made him close his eyes tightly for a moment. He didn't give himself a moment to think and walked in.

Ghost didn't try to stop him.

You flinched when you saw him, your eyes wide as he gently shut the door behind him. You didn't start sobbing as you did when Ghost was inside, so he took that as a good sign.

"Morning, lass" he mumbled, speaking softly. Not wanting to scare you, he slowly sat down in front of you, a respectful distance between the two of you. "Isn't the floor cold?"

"No".

"Are you hungry?"

"No".

"Do they hurt?" he asked, nodding at your hands.

"Yes" you mumbled, looking down at your bandaged fingers, then your feet. "Both".

"I know, lass. How about we get you to the bed then, hm? The floor is cold".

He didn't move until you looked up at him and nodded. He made slow, big moves. Price gripped your arms and managed to get you to sit down on the bed without much but a hiss from you. He grabbed a chair and sat in front of you so you could look down at him.

He's had his share of dealing with traumatized soldiers, so he decided to let his soft, parental side take the lead.

"Are you scared of Simon?" he asked you gently. Your shoulders tensed but you shook your head. "Of Ghost?"

"Yes".

"Are you scared of Soap?"

"... Yes".

"Are you scared of me?"

"Yes".

No "John", no "Captain Price". Him. As a whole.

"Do you want me to leave?"

You didn't answer. You looked at him, as if torn between saying yes or not, swallowing thickly. Price sighed and leaned back, giving you space.

"I'm gonna explain what happened, won't miss a single thing. Then, you'll decide. Deal?"

"Okay".

Explaining how he'd fucked up, how he'd followed orders he didn't want, blaming himself for the situation and owning it up, was not something he learned from his superiors. Before, his superiors would stand in front of him and wouldn't even blink, would tell him it was an order. They couldn't do anything. Had their hands tied. Would tell you they were sorry it happened to you, if you were lucky.

When he became a captain to the team, he refused to be like that. Even if he knew it would be easier, even if he lied to himself and promised he'd be ruthless and tough... this was his team. In a way, they were his kids.

Ghost was just ten years younger than he was, but fuck, that reckless, stupid idiot was like a son to him. And he failed him.

He'd failed them all.

By the time Price was done explaining, up to the point of that cocky bastard walking out free, now getting his little things to go on a little trip to South Korea, his throat was dry.

You were silent as he explained how he had to force Ghost and Soap's hands, how Simon and Johnny were completely against it and how Simon had punched Price for making Ghost and Soap hurt you.

They all had orders, and even if they didn't want to hurt you, they did.

His eyes didn't leave yours for a moment, barely blinking, not paying attention to the way his eyes would water from time to time, and was heavily aware of the way you just sat there, staring at him.

"What now?" you questioned after a few minutes of being silent.

"I'll see that you get a discharge for temporary disability. You need to heal first" he assured you. "That's what matters right now".

You nodded.

For a long moment, there was silence again, but he realized it wasn't so bad. You were calm, so he didn't push you. He sat there for nearly half an hour, both of you just processing it all. Until the grumbling in your stomach made him look up at you.

"Hungry now?"

"Yes. A little" you mumbled, sighing as you used the heel of your hands to rub your face.

"I'll ask Dr. Wilson to bring you something" Price offered, standing up from the chair. He didn't miss the little flinch in your shoulders, but you didn't move away so he decided not to mention it.

He turned around, his hands on his sides at all times. As he gripped the door handle, he turned back to you. "Listen, I... can't ask you to give Ghost and Soap a chance, but I can promise you they will do anything you ask. You like cats, right? Tell them to bring you one. They'll make sure to sneak one in, Wilson be damned".

You cracked a small smile, looking down at your hands. After a heartbeat, you looked up at him. "I'm angry, John".

Price turned properly, giving you his full attention again. It took all of him not to flinch at the way you said his name. No teasing, no smile.

"I feel like... I can't trust any of you. I don't know if I can keep on working with you".

He understood. He really did. Still, it would be easier to bear if you were screaming at him instead of looking at him as if there was nothing. As if you hadn't accidentally called him dad more than once, for fucks sake.

In the back of his mind, his eyes burned.

"Do you want to be transferred?" he asked anyway, not voicing his discomfort. "I can't promise you the request will go through, considering they were using you to cover their arses, but there should be something I can do, if that's what you want".

You looked down at your hands, staring at your bandaged fingers. "I don't know yet".

Price hoped you'd stay. He didn't want to lose someone who added so much to the team, and someone so dear. He'd rather go to hell than try and convince you to stay if you couldn't trust them anymore, but he wanted you to stay.

"That's okay" he reassured you. "Tell you what. I'll tell Garrick to bring you something to eat, and I'll work on getting you that discharge, for now. Deal?"

"Deal".

Price saw your lips trembling slightly, moving as if you had something else to say so he waited. Then, you sighed.

"When I get better, I'm gonna wipe the floor clean with you. I'm pissed at you and I'm tempted to kill you myself. I can't believe you put me through that shit, and didn't trust your instincts. Could've talked to me" you snapped, the words flowing from you.

Maybe it was because it was easier to swallow down the misery than to keep on dwelling on it, but you looked relieved after all the explanation he did.

Price's lips trembled slightly, but he didn't interrupt.

"I've been in this long enough to know the higher ups are bastards, but your decisions were poor, and if you try to convince me to forgive those idiots I swear I'm gonna stab you in your— are you fucking smiling?"

Price couldn't help himself, his eyes nearly falling shut with how big he was smiling. He raised his hand gently, not wanting to startle you, and placed it on top of your head.

"You have to forgive no one, sweetheart. I will live with this for the rest of my life, and it will be something that's gon' keep me up at night, same with the other two" Price mumbled, his smile slowly dimming down into a soft glare. "But this is, unfortunately, something you'll have to heal on your own".

Your eyes were wide, your lips tightly shut. Price was struck once again with how much he genuinely cared for this team.

"You don't owe us anything. Not your forgiveness towards us, nor the situation being forgotten in general" he added, his hand gently gripping your head, his eyes warm. "You have my explicit consent to stab me, even if that doesn't change how you feel".

"Deal".

Price couldn't help but laugh, glad to see you crack another smile.

He gripped your shoulder firmly and walked out of your room. Ghost, Johnny and Gaz were there, the three of them standing up immediately.

"Sergeant Garrick" he called, surprised to hear how actually happy his voice was. "She's hungry. Would you mind bringing something? She's okay with you being there".

Garrick nodded and gave the other two a sympathetic pat on their backs before rushing to find you something to eat.

Price turned to them and sighed again, scratching his mustache. "Well... give her time. I explained the whole situation, and I'll give her a discharge for temporary disability".

"Why is she okay with you, and not me?" Ghost asked directly, his voice rough. Johnny was silent, probably going through a few things in his mind.

"My guess? I didn't actually physically hurt her" Price told them, his face suddenly serious. "She said she's scared of Ghost, and Soap. But not Simon, or Johnny".

"What?" Johnny asked, his expression falling.

"It's a trauma response, you know this" Price reminded them, rubbing the back of his head. "Give her time. She's gonna be okay".

"But what am I supposed to do then?" Ghost grumbled, his eyes tormented behind the mask.

"Leave her alone" Price ordered. "You need to leave her alone".

am I projecting my own needs on Price bc I have a rocky relationship w my father? mhm. if you cry, let me know.

» where was gaz? on a secret mission. do I know what he was doing? no. it was v secret. /lh

» we're back to reader's pov in the next part. ♡

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!! comment about there not being a good or bad side in war does NOT reflect my opinion in what is happening w Palestine !!

it is merely what I've been personally told by a soldier himself (now a veteran) on his feelings in the battlefield. might NOT apply to everyone and nothing in this fic is meant to assume and/or generalize.

[storysforall]

Okay this post is about to be a long. But it's important in my opinion at the least. Do not donate to this until you at least consider my points.

This is starting to feel like a spam, I agree these people need to be free. But this is why I don't trust the money is actually getting over seas. (Note my phone won't let me do any more. It was that long. This is pretty much spam. So be careful of this. Not everyone is trustworthy and this person shares the same fund almost three times a day it looks like. The person is most likely a bot and the spamming of tags is most likely an attempt to get as many people to see and put money into it. On the behalf also seems fishy. If this is real I will apologize. But this feels, looks, and acts like a bot spamming a fundraiser for people that may not even exist. I am probably going to make a more proper post about this but take a look at this for yourself.

These amounts don't look right. 15k isn't enough to start a new is it? I dought there is any actual place safe in the country and if they are fleeing it would be too little to survive long, even with USD.

On top of the fact neither of the parents have said anything online. That adds to the suspicion. (Yes they're in war) But if you knew you could raise money faster by showing up in a 10 second video thanking the people. Won't you do it? The only video is of a white middle age lady.

To their credit,

The photos, when reverse search, are only seen on the fund riser. If that's because of how many reblogs there are or not I do not know.

They are in war. So it could be harder to get info out

They are supposedly vetter by two different accounts. @savefami and @happaliff but both accounts looks really similar. Filled with other fundraisers of similar set up. Some of witch is most likely a scam.

"But fall I want to donate and help," I hear you. So here are some places that we can follow the money and know where they are going. In the USA (at the very least) all organizations that are non profit have to show where all their money goes to. Breaking it down. Yes, while supporting an individual family is sweet and kind, it's risky because of spam. Knowing where the money is going helps a lot, and so does donating whole blood to the red cross. (If you're safely able to) I have posted the reason I am getting so heated at the bottom. The spamming of hundreds of accounts.

Red cross, they help almost alot of different people.

This organization helps the children and families in particular.

This site gives more

Please note this is all I could fit.

"Mama, Are We Next?" – The Reality of War on a Family 🥺🍉

✅ Vetted by @savefami

✅ Vetted by @happaliff

I'm trying to be vetted in @gazavetters @90-ghost

I never thought I’d hear my child ask me, “Mama, are we next?” But here we are.

In Gaza, survival is not guaranteed. Hospitals are gone. Medicine is rare. Clean water is a privilege. But through all the pain, we still believe in kindness.

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What We Need to Start Again:

💔 $5,000 for the father.

💔 $5,000 for the mother.

💔 $2,500 for Khaled.

💔 $2,500 for Intesar.

📌 The rest is for the basics of life—shelter, food, and safety.

If you can donate or share, you’re giving us more than money. You’re giving us hope.

💙 Donate here:

[theambitiouswoman]

How to heal your nervous system after a lifetime of abandonment

If you’ve only ever experienced abandonment—whether emotional or physical—your nervous system has likely been in survival mode for most of your life. This means your body and mind have adapted to expect instability, making safety feel unfamiliar and uncomfortable. Healing isn’t just about “thinking positively” or “moving on” but about rewiring your nervous system to feel safe in connection, in stillness & within yourself

When abandonment becomes a pattern, your body learns to stay hyper vigilant, always scanning for signs that people will leave. It will emotionally shut down to avoid further pain. You will attach yourself quickly to people because you are scared that if you don't, you will lose them. You will feel unsafe in healthy relationships and sabotage them

This isn’t a mindset issue—it’s a nervous system issue. Your body is conditioned to see abandonment as inevitable, which is why true healing must happen on a physiological level

So to take control, you have to teach your body that safety exists (even if you don't believe it). And since you probably don't know why that is, you have to start small

I have spoken about these things before, but I am going to explain what they actually do, so that you see that even though they seem silly and pointless, they are very important. You thinking everything has to be a struggle and difficult is just you thinking from a place of survival

Grounding exercises - Grounding actually engages your sense to bring you back to the present moment and help reduce anxiety. Walking barefoot, holding something warm, or pressing your feet into the floor sends signals to your brain that you are physically here and safe. It activates the prefrontal cortex (the rational part of your brain) and quiets the amygdala (the fear center) helping you feel more in control

Weighted blankets- Trigger the release of serotonin (the "feel-good" neurotransmitter) and reduces cortisol (the stress hormone). Deep pressure mimics the calming effect of a hug, which lowers heart rate and blood pressure. It helps regulate the autonomic nervous system, shifting you from fight or flight mode to a state of rest and relaxation

Breathing exercises - They activate the parasympathetic nervous system (PNS), which counteracts stress and signals safety to the brain. Inhaling for 4 seconds, holding for 4 and exhaling for 6 stimulates the vagus nerve, which lowers cortisol and increases feelings of calm. Longer exhales specifically slow your heart rate, reinforcing a sense of control and relaxation

These small habits may feel insignificant at first, but over time, they help retrain your brain and body to recognize safety—not as something foreign, but as your new normal

Abandonment leaves deep emotional wounds, often from childhood. If no one ever soothed you, you must learn to soothe yourself

Affirmations for safety: Instead of just saying “I am worthy”, try “I am safe in this moment” or “I do not have to earn love”

Inner child work: Imagine speaking to your younger self. What would they need to hear? Start telling yourself those things daily

If you’ve only known unpredictable or inconsistent love, you may chase people or push them away before they can leave. Start practicing security within yourself first by keeping small promises to yourself. Surrounding yourself with emotionally safe people, even if it's just online or even books at first. Something that feels SAFE to you

Your nervous system might be wired to assume people will leave, so you either cling or detach first. Instead, start training yourself to trust in small ways by watching for people who are consistent, emotionally available and respect your boundaries. You are taking back control by paying attention to their actions and deciding if you want them in your life. When something feels safe, let it last as long as it should, don't sabotage it just because you are expecting the worst. You are worthy of good connections

Teach your nervous system that love doesn’t have to be earned. That you don’t have to fight for people who are meant to stay. You are not broken—you are healing

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 37. Disappointed (Garrick)

Summary: Both Garrick and Dahlia have survived the year in the rider's quadrant, but their now found relationship is already causing some issues for the marked ones.

Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

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I’m thankful for the breeze that chooses to blow my way as I make my way down the path. Despite being late in the evening, the sun having set long ago, the summer heat was still notable. My black cloak only making it worse. The things we do to make sure no one can tell who we are if they do see us.

“You’re late.” Xaden states as he looks over at me from where he leans up against a tree.

“Barely. Not easy to sneak off when there’s no classes or outposts I can say I’ve been called to.” I tell him bluntly.

He nods in agreement. We might be in third year now, but the week between years is usually quiet for all cadets. Barely any classes to attend, and only preparation for the new first years being a priority for anyone in leadership roles.

“She’s not exactly easy to fool either. You’re going to have your work cut out for you.” Bodhi adds as he smirks at me knowingly.

As much as I wanted to snap back at him, he wasn’t wrong. Dahlia was easily one of the smartest and observant people here. Something that was seriously going to be an issue now I’d publicly laid out my feelings towards her. Yes I had been known for sleeping around here and there. But never once had I shown public affection towards someone. Especially like that. But it was fucking worth it.

“Yes, which is why we need to discuss this. How the hell do you plan on hiding our supply runs from her?” Xaden asks with a raised eyebrow.

Yeah. That part I did not think through. Last year it was easy. I hadn’t really gotten to know her till later in the year, and even then it wasn’t like we were hanging out every day. But now, it was going to be significantly harder.

“We just use the same cover up we’ve always discussed. Say we’re out doing third year things. Second years aren’t told about what we go do.” I say with a shrug, walking over and leaning against one of the trees.

“Or we just tell her.” Bodhi says as if it’s the most obvious answer. “We know she’s trust worthy. And she’s defended us on countless occasions. And if she knew what was going on I think she would help.”

The thought had crossed my mind many times once it was clear she was not like her family, and shared very different opinions. Especially with her comments on Reunification Day. But the only way to be certain was if we could read her mind. And that wasn’t something we had access to.

I look over at Xaden who furrows his brow, as if thinking what to say. “That’s a big if. We can assume all we want, but without knowing her intentions it’s too much of a gamble.” His voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

“So now you choose to get iffy on her intentions? At the start of last year you were the one telling him to give her a chance and she wasn’t like her family.” Bodhi adds, angrily gesturing towards me. “And now you’re starting to talk like she could be.”

“This is different Bodhi.” Xaden snaps at him, narrowing his eyes at his cousin. “There is a lot more at stake here. All your lives are on the line if the wrong person gets involved or finds out. Especially not with Dain’s signet. I can’t risk him touching her and finding out.”

Bodhi scoffs and shakes his head. “He’s just as likely to get his hands on her as he is us. Hell she can probably shield him out better than we can with the work she’s been doing to control her signet.”

“He’s right.” I say as I hang my head. I hated having to lie to her. Having to hide this. She was going to be pissed when she found out, because one day she would. “We can’t verify what she would do with the knowledge. One day when we’re ready she can find out.“

Bodhi looks between us and shakes his head, clearly disappointed in the outcome. “Let me guess, you’ll let her train any first years that cross the parapet and need help though?”

“She’s good at combat. She’s nearly got as many patches as Garrick now. I’d be stupid not to.” Xaden tells him. She’d already gotten the most patches of her year for how many weapons she was proficient in. We’d be stupid not to ask for her help, though I’m sure she would offer it all of her own accord. “All your lives are on me. And I’ll be damned if I don’t use the skills of those around me to make sure you all survive.”

“But you’ll keep her in the dark just because of her last name. I thought we were past this with her.” He says sadly, clearly knowing he’s lost.

I hate agreeing with Xaden. I want to fight for her like Bodhi is right now. But there’s too many lives at risk.

“We'll let her in one day Bodhi. Just not yet.” I tell him.

Bodhi turns and looks at me, guilt coursing through me with how he looks at me. Disappointed. Yeah… so was I Bodhi.

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[howi99]

You know, in the events of Jaune being the one to die instead of Pyrrha, that would change A LOT to the story.

First of being Pyrrha, of course. I think she would feel far more responsible for Jaune's death then even he felt for her, considering she willingly went to fight a lost cause. She was the "strongest" and yet, the weakest student saved her by taking the arrow meant FOR HER.

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The second thing would be Ruby, who depending on either he asked her for help before entering after Pyrrha, would lose not just an acquaintance, but her actual best friend. In front of her eyes. Because she just wasn't quick enough.

So yeah, Yang was depressed? Oh BOY Ruby would be worse. And i think she would become the "Jaune", as in going after Cinder to avenge him over just getting information in Mistral. And THAT change the group dynamics a lot.

And that's without adding the fact team RPNR is now down a leader in exchange for Magneto. Which makes Mercury completely irrelevant in the rematch at Haven...

Oh and let's not even think about what would happen if Ozpin don't tell them about the relics being grimms magnet, Pyrrha would probably strangle poor Oscar.

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The third difference is that, unlike Pyrrha, Jaune wasn't known at all. The statue i talked about in both Papa Arc and Saphron's post is not the big thing made of bronze Pyrrha got, it's his grave. So there's nobody remembering him outside of his close ones. And that means no "easy" closing for Pyrrha and Ruby.

_ _ _

And lastly: What happens to the Rusted Knight? Well, in one hand, Jaune actually survived and is in the ever after. Without trauma, since he saved Pyrrha and didn't have to kill Penny. On the other: Pyrrha or Ruby takes his place.

So either we get a weirdly Happy Jaune that is called the Rusted Knight mostly because he doesn't know how to take care of his armor properly or we get depressed Spartan woman/Depressed Huntress.

[gwendolynlerman]

Let me tell you about my latest DB odyssey :)

Last weekend I traveled by train (Deutsche Bahn) from Brussels to Munich to attend the side events of the Munich Security Conference. My original itinerary was as follows:

6:31-9:17 a.m.: Brussels-Frankfurt(M) Flughafen Fernbf

9:24-10:38 a.m.: Frankfurt(M) Flughafen-Stuttgart Hbf

10:51-12:49 a.m.: Stuttgart Hbf-München Hbf

Of course, I knew that I would probably not make the second train if there was a small delay on the first leg, so I had looked up an alternative: I would change trains at Frankfurt(M) Hbf instead of Flughafen and then take a direct train to Munich instead of taking two trains.

I hadn't bought tickets for this connection because it was much more expensive. Being familiar with how the DB works, I knew I could take this connection if (and when) the first train was delayed and I missed the second. (In fact, I was counting on the first train to be late, so I would only have to take two trains instead of three, minimizing the risk of missing my third train.)

Predictably, I missed my first connection, so I stayed on the first train and got off at Frankfurt(M) Hbf at 9:37 a.m. The direct train from there to Munich was supposed to leave at 9:52, but was delayed (Who could have predicted that? 🙄) and finally left at 10:04 (not too bad, actually). I was supposed to arrive in Munich at 12:49 and ended up arriving at 1:38 p.m., which wasn't even a full hour late, so I couldn't claim compensation. But, okay, I managed to get there in time for the first event.

All the while I was working because it was a Friday and I hadn't taken the day off. I had a meeting at 2 p.m. and then the first conference at 3:30, so I was confident that I would be in Munich in time for the meeting. I arrived at my hotel at 1:43 p.m., but the women checking in before me were so slow that I thought I would miss my meeting. I finally checked in, found a quiet spot, and joined the (virtual) meeting with one minute to spare. Success! I had survived a 7-hour train ride with Deutsche Bahn with only a 50-minute delay 🥳

Little did I know that the return trip to Brussels would be even worse. My original route on Sunday was as follows:

4:28-7:51 p.m.: München Hbf-Frankfurt(M) Flughafen Fernbf

8:30-11:26 p.m.: Frankfurt(M) Flughafen-Brussels

Everything was supposed to go more smoothly than on the outbound trip, because I only had to take two trains and had 40 minutes to catch the second one. However (because, of course, there is always at least one problem when traveling with the DB), when I was two stops away from Frankfurt(M) Flughafen, I started getting emails saying that my next train was delayed and eventually canceled (because there were “objects” on the tracks, so no trains were running between Frankfurt and Cologne, which was exactly the route I needed to take to get to Brussels 🙃).

I started to panic, thinking that I would be stranded in Germany for the night and wondering if I could spend the night with my former au pair family who lives near Mönchengladbach, but then I regained my composure (the panic only lasted about 10 seconds tbh). I decided to get off the train in Mannheim (the previous stop to Frankfurt Flughafen) and take another one to Köln Hbf, which would take a different route to avoid the “objects” on the tracks.

This train was supposed to arrive in Cologne before 9:30 p.m., so I could take the one to Brussels at 9:30, but due to the “scenic” (It was already dark, so I couldn't see anything out of the window, but it was probably not that scenic) route it was forced to take, it would arrive in Cologne at 10 p.m., so I wouldn't make my last train.

But hey, at least from Cologne I was really close to the border and could take any train to Belgium and finally arrive in Brussels via the SCNB (the Belgian DB), which is a functional railway company and whose trains are actually on time.

But then my train to Brussels was delayed for an hour due to a medical emergency, so I COULD make it. Hurray! I arrived in Cologne at 9:17 p.m. and suddenly the train to Brussels was back on schedule, so I managed to catch it and was on my merry way back to Brussels, where I arrived at exactly the scheduled time (11:26 p.m.).

Apparently, it was the same train I was supposed to take in Frankfurt, but it had been canceled between Frankfurt and Cologne because of the “objects” on the tracks. I still wonder what kind of objects (Gegenstände) force trains to take a different route. Was it a euphemism for (dead?) animals?

So, despite taking one more train than planned, visiting new stations that I hadn't been to before (Mannheim), and basically touring all over Western Germany, I managed to get home safely! (Well, my mental state was a little worse than at the beginning of the trip, because getting constant emails about delays and cancellations will do that to you 🙃)

It is safe to say that I will not be traveling with Deutsche Bahn for a while (until I want to go to Germany again). I love Germany, but honestly, the more I use Deutsche Bahn, the less I want to go there smh

You too can experience the Odyssee thanks to the wonders of the Deutsche Bahn

[luthordamnvers]

memoria [also on AO3]

Thank you to @ekingston for creating the multifandom flash fiction challenge [here]. I did another round and got: Hurt/Comfort, Hallucinations, Amnesia,  A string of text messages.

rating: T - Canon Divergent - 1k words

The phantoms had done a number on her. She wasn't even sure how she managed to escape. But she was breathing still, even if it was difficult.

She couldn't remember how she got there. Wherever there was. Or how long she'd been here. Her head was throbbing, and when she lifted her hand to touch her forehead, her ribs disagreed with the movement, and her hand came back bloody.

She was tired, maybe she should rest a moment. The cave she was in, seemed like a nice enough place to do just that. So she sat on the floor and rested her eyes.

"You have to stay awake," a voice said.

She ignored it. She was so tired.

"Kara, you can't sleep."

Kara, that was her name. She'd forgotten it.

She tried to open her eyes, they felt heavy, but after a few struggling second, she managed to open them. She found herself in front of the most beautiful being she'd ever seen. She was sure of it.

"You have to stay awake," she said. "We will find you soon enough, but for that you have to keep yourself alive, darling."

Kara forced herself to nod. She would stay awake.

"Okay, I will stay awake."

She did not know how it had happened, but when she opened her eyes again she wasn't on the cave anymore. She wasn't even on the Phantom Zone. Or at least she didn't think they had a sterile room, with monitors and a bright yellow lamp in that place.

"Thank god you are awake," a voice to her left said. She knew that voice, she just couldn't place it.

"You gave us a scare for a second there," someone else said. That voice was familiar too. She'd heard it recently. It was the reason she's survived for so long. "Glad you are back, safe and sound, Kara."

"Can I sleep now?" She asked instead. She was confused, but she remained tired.

"You should, to be honest," the first voice said. "Get your strength back."

Whoever that was, it wasn't who Kara sought approval from.

"You can rest," finally that familiar voice granted. "We will be here when you wake."

She was safe now, the voice meant. No more phantoms, and Kara let herself sleep.

"What do you mean she doesn't remember anything?" A blonde older woman asked.

"That's why we called you, mom." The redhead, Alex, said. "We retrieved her from the Phantom zone, but she doesn't remember anything. She didn't even remember landing here. Amnesia, obviously but we don't know how bad it is. She should have healed with the yellow sun radiation."

They weren't in the same room as her, they were far and talking in hushed whispers, but Kara could heard them as if they were next to her.

"I got you your favorites," that voice said, distracting her from the conversation across the hall. "Potstickers and pizza."

"My favorite is roast babbotch." She declared.

"I suppose you'll have to try first."

Lena.

She'd said her name was Lena. She was so very pretty, regal, and Kara just knew she was important to her.

"You saved me."

"We all did," Lena said offering some kind of fried food. "The super-friends wouldn't rest until we bought you home."

"No. I saw you there," Kara explained. "Told me to stay awake. Why do you think was that?"

Lena looked at her, in silence, longer than Kara expected.

"Your subconscious probably, because of your head injury."

"But why you?"

"Because," Lena gulped. "We care about each other."

Pizza and Potstickers, were way better than roast babbotch.

Eliza thought it was temporal, because of the traumatic experience and the head injury. Eliza who was apparently her adoptive mother.

Her mother was floating somewhere in space on Argo City. Kara was very confused as to why she had apparently stayed on Earth. With an adoptive mother and sister.

She was told yellow sun radiation gave her powers and healed her, but for now she wasn't, and Lena was cleaning the cut on her head again.

"No pain, then?" She asked.

"Not on my head, no."

"Anywhere else?"

Kara simply touched her side. It wasn't a new pain, Lena knew about it.

Lena nodded, "I brought something for you." Lena produced a notebook, teal colored. "It's your journal. I thought it could help you remember. I've been… staying at your loft, I found it while I was collecting my stuff. But don't worry, I've not read it."

"Why are you staying there?"

"I needed a place to crash. Alex said I could stay there." Lena gulped. "And I missed you."

"You are my mate, yes?" Kara frowned, both confused and hopeful.

"Your… I— we," a series of notification sounds coming from the device in her hand interrupted. She looked at it and stood up. "We are not together, if that was your question. I have to go. I'll be back later. Read it," she pointed at the journal. "It might help."

Others came to visit her, Nia, Kelly, Alex, Brainy and J'onn. But Kara was waiting for Lena, because she read the journal.

"I'm in love with you," Kara said as soon as Lena entered the room.

"Kara, don't."

"I know we are in a tough spot," Kara explained. "But you deserve to know, and I fear that when my memory comes back, I'll be too cowardly to tell you. So, you need to know it. And it's not an excuse," she continued. "But my mistakes and the bad decisions I made with you, were because I'm scared to death of losing you, because I love you."

Silence was almost suffocating. Until Lena finally opened her mouth.

"You read all that in your journal?"

"I don't have those memories, but I know myself enough to recognize it."

Lena waited a beat, then nodded.

"When your memory comes back, we will talk about it. We have a lot of baggage to sort through."

"I can wait, zhao," Kara smiled.

[mullermilkshake]

Hide and seek

Relationships act differently when under pressure. Like diamonds.

Frontman!Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Frontman!Suguru Geto Request by @vampir-queen Squid game AU,Fem!reader, No use of Y/N,Canon typical ,Blood,Murder,violence,Gunshots,Shooting,Survival of the fittest,Satoru gets a boner,Slightly nsfw,

Part two

Satoru watched the pitch of the playing field. The game was bulldog, one he never really played as a child yet the game was exceedingly simple. Get to the other side without being caught. That way you weren’t staring down the end of an assault rifle.

He watched you step closer, watching everyone around you anxiously. You looked up at him with purpose for the first time since yesterday in the bunk room. “I never really played this game, do you have any tips?”

Well, if it’s Bulldog now… Hide and Seek is probably last then. 

“Watch the pink suits, not where you’re going. Be quick and slip through the gaps in their defense. There’s five of them, so if they each catch one then at least thirty six players will die. But they can catch more than one person per round I think. Meaning it could double, or even triple.”

“I repeat… The second game is Bulldog. All players will line up in the marked area on the side of the playing field, you will all run from one side to the other and avoid the five bulldogs, there will be six rounds. Those who are captured or touched by the bulldogs will be eliminated…. .” 

You looked up at the speakers on the wall absentmindedly. “So we can’t be too fast or too slow?”

“Exactly. And once the herd thins out, each round will get more difficult.” The game wasn’t one that could be rigged by the workers, but rather it was the other players Satoru had to worry about. “But don’t worry, stick with me and I’ll get you through it.”

“The herd? Is that what you call us?”

Fuck. He should not have said that. “I try to use terms like that, it helps me not get too drawn in with emotions. You should try it, it helps focus.”

“Oh… right.”

“Take my hand, don’t let go of it.”

You did as you were told and took his hand, holding tightly as though you were tethered. “Why are you helping me?”

He wasn’t going to admit that he only gravitated to you because you were holding your own and Satoru wanted to see just how long it took before you began crying and begging to help. Yet you weren’t just yet, though you looked as frail as a mouse, your tone was as solid and level as chiseled stone.

“We’re all here for the same reason, right?”

“True. Alright then, let’s pass this game.” Your grip tightened and the deep breaths from your chest anticipated the buzzer to run.

Satoru pulled you with him, the exhilaration of putting his life on the line whilst also dragging you with him heightened his senses. The large volume of bodies moved as one towards the pink suited workers, getting closer and closer until the player’s started darting about the place and trying to double back on themselves.

An opening to slip through. A way between those getting caught and a few gun shots right by his ear with splatters of blood to follow. You kept up with him, getting closer when someone ran into you. Satoru pulled you in and wrapped his arm around you to get you through to the end.

The first round had finished. The easiest one out of the way.

“The following players were eliminated, Two hundred and twelve, eighty seven, fifty five-” The voice over reeled thirteen names off.

Your hand rested tightly in Satoru’s grip, covered in red and dripping on the dry dirt floor. The workers came out in unison to pull away the dead with caskets and comically large pink ribbon bows.

“The next round will begin shortly.” 

“You okay?” Satoru tugged your arm to get your attention.

“I’m… I’m fine.” Using your free hand, you wiped away specs of blood on your face.

Were you beginning to break already? If you were, then Satoru would get bored exceedingly quickly if that were the case. You held your ground though, clearing your throat and blinking the fear away.

“We’ll just do what we did before, alright?”

“Okay…”

The buzzer went off and Satoru took off running, zig zagging between the players to look for another opening. The pink workers were closing up the gaps and forming a new strategy this time round. One long net to get more people in with less time and energy.

“Got out the way bitch!” Your grip slipped from Satoru and you disappeared. A panicking man tore the connection and scrambled past Satoru.

Satoru grabbed his collar and pulled him back, pushing the man into the pink worker and purposefully watched a bullet shoot right through his skull. He was beyond pissed, super fucking pissed that his entertainment had vanished from his fingertips.

After reaching the other side of the wall, Satoru frantically searched for you, going as far to call out your number yet no one batted an eye. So he waited until the numbers were called, hoping you weren’t one of them.

“The following players were eliminated, One hundred and nineteen, forty seven, seventy two-” The voice over reeled almost twenty names off.

You were still alive. But where the fuck where you?

“Satoru, over here!”

Suguru waved over to him from a small clearing. And there you stood next to him, covered in more blood and a winced expression.

“Are you alright?”

Suguru patted you on the back as you nodded silently. “Looks like she managed on her own, isn’t that something?”

“Yeah… It is. Some asshole tried using her as a distraction.”

You gave Suguru a look before watching Satoru get closer. “I managed to avoid it, someone tripped over me and they got… Well, I’m glad you two are alright. Just four more rounds, right?”

Rounds? Satoru wasn’t counting. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“I just got kicked in the panic, I’ll be fine.”

Satoru should have left it alone, judging by your body language, you turned away from him. But he needed to make sure you were fit to keep going. He couldn’t just give up on you when you amused him so much.

“Let me see.”

“The next round will begin shortly.” 

“I’m fine, really.” though you protested, you didn’t pull away from him.

One large red mark to your face, it was already swelling your cheek and making your twitch. Satoru hooked your chin with his index finger and studied it, he noticed you wouldn’t make eye contact with him.

“We’ll get it looked at when we get out of this. Are you coming with us, Suguru?” Satoru linked your hand, though this time he laced your fingers with his for extra security.

“Sure, why not.” Suguru readied himself and slipped your hand into his too.

Copycat. 

The buzzer sounded and the next round commenced, as did the next three rounds. You, Satoru and Sugruru all made it through with one round to go. By now, there must have been one hundred and fifty people or less.

They were dropping like flies.

“One more round, we can do this.” Satoru had way too much fun.

By the fourth round, he’d managed to push a total of eight people into the pink workers. Three just by pure chance, the other five because his need to wreak havoc and see those failing struggle, grew too high. Suguru noticed immediately. You however, did not.

Keeping you unawares for now was a priority, seeing you run across the pitch was a luxury and hearing those little pants from your throat was a symphony.

In the short time that Satoru had known you, he’d realised that he was going to try and fuck you. Nothing like a quick desperate fuck under the guise of fear, right? He hadn’t known where it came from, or why, but he saw how the artificial light flickered in your eyes and how you shouldered other players as though you were anticipating their movements.

Players were getting nasty, desperate to get past and ended up dispersing between the workers to split them up. Some pushed others in front of the bulldog like Satoru had done previously and some tripped others up to get the advantage.

Satoru and Suguru took your hands and started running, you were barely catching up until a player behind somehow managed to trip you up, most probably in hopes you’d take Satoru and Suguru down with you.

Though Satoru was starting to like you, he wasn't about to give his life for you. So naturally, as though taking part in a hive mind, the two friends let go of you and dodge around the worker.

But what came after that tickled Satoru’s balls like no begging ever did. You managed to roll and evade the pink workers arms was something only seen in movies. The player behind who tried to use you as a diversion ended right in the workers arms and shot dead. You sat up with eyes like a headlight struck deer caught in the crossfire, but you didn’t continue moving. Most probably shock. Satoru yanked your arm to get you up and Suguru did the same with possibly the widest grin Satoru had ever seen.

“We’re gonna make it!” Satoru had to hold in his laughter, practically dragging you beside them before your feet could even touch the ground.

All three finished over the specified line and almost crashed into the wall, laughing at the close call. You were still in shock, never saying one word while you steadied yourself.

“The final round is now over. The following players have been eliminated-” 

“I have to say, that roll you did was genius.” Suguru wiped the sweat from his brow and eyed the pitch whilst the caskets came back out again.

“I… Well, I didn’t mean to. I just tripped.”

Satoru threw his arm around your shoulders and started to walk you back with the others. “Hey, it saved your life right? I knew the best thing for you was to let you go and look where that got you? You live to fight another day.”

“No, it’s both of you that kept me alive. I wouldn’t have made it without you. So thank you very much.” You never resisted Satoru’s arm off of you and you had just complimented you.

Oh yeah, he definitely had to fuck you now.

Maybe if he got you so wound up in the moment, you might panic in the next game or so and he’d see that little piece of fear in your eyes for real. ‘Oh my poor Satoru!’ Yeah… he’d like that very much.

If that didn't work, he doubted it would fail but if it did by some chance, the time of fear would surely show when all the players got at eachother's throats after the next game. The same pattern, the same rhythm every time.

Suguru brought Satoru back to reality when he placed a hand on top of your head, a soothing touch accompanied with a reassuring smile. “We all did it, give yourself some credit.”

The walk back to the bunk room was slower than when the players had left, though you, Satoru and Suguru seemed to enter with a positivity that was infectious. They had you smiling by the time you had sat down on your bunk, crossed legged in the most adorable way.

Satoru wanted his way in between those legs.

Should he try tonight? Or see how you fared in the next game tomorrow should the vote allow it? But if the vote to remain fell through, he doubted he’d have any interest in you on the outside. Suguru left his side to settle down in his own bunk before the food was distributed and the square masked man came back.

Should I try it? 

What if you slapped him and told him to fuck off out of here? But then he did save your life, he did get you through that game so that you could proceed.

“So what are you gonna vote for this time?” He took the chance and sat next to you on your own bed.

You never moved or indicated that you wanted him to leave. “I’m voting to stay, the money still isn't enough for what I need.”

“I think it’s very admirable that you’re doing this for a friend. It’s very selfless.” Satoru leant in and took a chance, casually getting closer to you without you actually noticing.

“Well, I try my best.” The way you fiddled with the zip of your jacket was adorable.

He couldn’t wait to break you.

You noticed the next time he moved, his hand dipped into your mattress so he could get level with your head despite the height difference. “What are you doing?”

“You’re real pretty, you know that?” Satoru couldn’t stop his eyes darting to your lips. “We could die tomorrow.”

“We could.”

‘I’m glad you survived.”

He agonised over your answer, your eyes watching him just as intensely as he was. Then you moved closer. “I’m glad you survived too.”

“So…”

“So?”

Fuck. Near death experiences were like an aphrodisiac. Satoru moved closer to kiss you and was interrupted by the masked man waltzing in with the other gunmen to announce the death toll and prize increase.

Fucking cock block. Satoru wanted to suggest going somewhere else, but before he could, you stood up and adjusted your jacket.

“Meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes. Or not, it’s up to you.”

Where the hell did this confidence come from? Satoru was getting hard already.

Part one <- -> Part three

DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of the characters of Jujutsu Kaisen, or anything from Squid game. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[impactrueno]

hi there :3 love everything you do even if i dont even know the source material lol!! question: are you one of those artists who follows a specific art study routine or do you just draw shit over and over again until you improve? you improved SO much these past years its insane!! if its the first one, mind sharing some resources or tips on how to structure self-learning art?

thank you so much!! i have a hard time seeing any noticeable improvement so i'll have to take your word for it. i can't look at my own art objectively lol

i don't follow any study routine at all, god i wish i had that much discipline LMAO i think my art would improve drastically if i actually did that. i really just draw over and over again. i'm constantly doodling stuff i never post. some of these doodles are lost forever to the procreate ether, surviving only in recorded timelapses....

these doodles can get a bit experimental sometimes. here's some from january-july 2024 so you get an idea of the stuff that never sees the light of day. these are never planned, honestly most of them are just mindless doodling while i multitask, but you can also see a study i did of a painting in the corner:

i think it also helps that i've been trying to use references more often. i usually don't because i get distracted or lazy but references 👏 are 👏 important 👏

i'm planning on doing even more of these type of studies from now on...all these pins i've been hoarding on pinterest have to serve SOME purpose lol

lemme copypaste smth i said about using references a while back:

i know you've probably heard it a thousand times before but use references!! they usually don't tell you how to use them though. if it's something like trying to refine how you draw anatomy, clothes, animals, objects, etc. you're allowed to trace from photos as a study. draw it once, then trace it once, and then try to draw it again on your own and compare the three and what you learned in the process. i traced a guitar once or twice the first time i had to draw one, and now i can draw guitars from memory with relative ease! also use yourself as a reference too. many times i've had to stop in the middle of drawing so i can take a picture of my hands in the pose and angle i need just so i can use it as reference

also shapes. everything is made out of shapes: anatomy, silhouettes, dimensionality, mass, perspective, lighting, etc. here's a short and kind of silly "tutorial" to help people start to understand how simple shapes can make something look like it has mass and is being viewed from a specific angle

i hope some of this is helpful. i'm not too confident about my ability to teach because i always feel like i barely know what i'm doing LOL

[britcision]

So what you’re saying is, you don’t think 700 people going missing in a single park is a problem, because it’s not millions?

I never said it was a hugely high rate or a daily affair, just that it happens a lot more than people think (since, as you yourself noted, people are assuming these are very safe attractions), and it is always a risk on these trails

I’ll admit, I can’t find the specific article I got 3 permanent staff (which gods I still hope they’re rangers because the alternative is worse but yeah, I should have specified)… because there are too many articles from rangers all over the country talking about how dangerous this will be

Have a couple for funsies:

https://www.sfgate.com/news/article/trump-administration-fires-1-000-workers-at-20174248.php

https://www.sfgate.com/national-parks/article/hiring-freeze-national-parks-job-offers-rescinded-20052544.php

https://www.sfgate.com/national-parks/article/senators-warn-national-parks-could-close-20154149.php

Now, these are all from the same source, because I limited the search to where I got the number from

I think our main difference of opinion here is how we look at those numbers; you’re looking at them as a probability, compared to the numbers of people visiting the park, which makes them look very low

I am looking at them as numbers of people who largely survived a dangerous situation (as I noted, which you may not have caught? Since I said most of them resolved well?) that will not have the same tools and resources to survive over the next two years

Even if only 50 people actually die because search and rescue could not operate effectively, that is a very high number of people who died because of budget cuts. 20 people dying for a budget cut is a lot of people dying for a budget cut.

One bus full of people falling through a hole in a bridge per year should not be an acceptable sacrifice, no matter how many other buses cross that bridge without hitting the hole.

The size of the number relative to other numbers is not why I call it significant. It’s the value of each unit being counted.

The number of people who do end up needing help is also likely to significantly increase because the maintenance on these trails is not going to happen this spring or potentially at all unless something very important changes

Now, some trails won’t have drastic changes in terrain from winter storms, or hurricane season; they still need maintenance at least to ensure that trail markers remain present and legible

The fact that some seasonal workers will still be hired - less than usual - will not make up for the fact that there will not be adequate staff to train them, as potentially noted in one of those articles I linked (I think, unless it’s one of the other 13 I checked trying to find the right one, but these were the three I picked rather than adding all of ‘em)

It’s also completely true that the number of rangers and resources before didn’t make everything perfectly safe, and that there’s no realistic way to make everything perfectly safe, because people are still going to be dipshits

This is why I noted they were previously still overwhelmingly underfunded and under staffed, because while it will never be perfectly safe, more money and more resources would make things safer

You can’t station a ranger every square km to keep people away from the bison, but you could put up motion sensitive cameras along the roads and trails to note when people are potentially exhibiting dipshit behaviour, and maintain those along with maintaining roads and trails

I’ll happily admit, I kept my previous post simple, and probably shoulda pasted my references in in the first place… but the point was not to provide perfect academic study that people would definitely read through and analyze, but to get their attention, and hopefully make them reconsider vacation plans to areas that are very unlikely to be able to maintain even their existing campsites this summer

And, hopefully, to make them take the dangers more seriously by putting a human number on how many people require a service that just got a massive budget and personnel cut

I could have limited it to the average deaths, but the actual reason I didn’t is that my point is about not having the resources to effectively run search and rescue, so which is more relevant?

(But yeah, 900 confirmed deaths in the Grand Canyon coulda been its own paragraph - along with the fact that there are almost certainly more, because again, these are the recovered dead, not total numbers of missing assumed dead, and no one’s dredging on an annual basis checking for bodies)

I could include that yeah, you’re probably still relatively safe on a green route, so long as you’re taking regular hiking precautions… but people who regularly hike know that

They’re not the target audience - people who won’t remember to wear sensible shoes, bring water and a first aid kit, check the weather, etc. are, because they’re the ones who need to be reminded that hiking is always dangerous in general

Because even when the trails are being well maintained, maps are supplied at the trail heads, visitors centres are open to give bathroom access and offer any supplies you forgot, and there are rangers stationed to provide aid, hiking is never a guaranteed safe activity

Even ONE of those things not being accessible increases that danger, and almost none of them are going to be accesibile this year

Hiking in or near a national park, within the radius that park rangers would usually be able to assist with search and rescue efforts, is going to be significantly more dangerous this year, and every single year after that until funding once more allows things like basic trail maintenance - which will cost more the longer it’s neglected, and become increasingly dangerous

So sure, I could provide a well rounded, well cited post detailing all the individual risks that will be higher, and included all kinds of statistics that reflect the situation before even a single one of these changes go into effect - because people as a whole are excellent at interpreting statistics accurately

But, since you also didn’t include your sources, I think we can all agree that that’s not necessarily what Tumblr is for.

If you will be dissuaded from a hiking vacation by one post telling you the worst case scenario, you’re probably already not doing research or experienced enough, or particularly committed to doing it in the first place

If you see a scary post and decide “well I’ll look into this more”, you’re already unlikely to pet a bison (note: do not pet the fucking bison. Fluffy does not mean friend.)

I’m not your mom, I’m not your teacher or being paid to explain all the risks in perfect detail, and I can’t make you do anything - and you also shouldn’t be fully taking as read anything you read in a tumblr post anyway, in general

But trying to dismiss the whole post as misinformation or “making it harder to talk about what’s really going on” because… you would have liked full statistical run downs? Because it’s not a news report? Because hiking is dangerous anyway?

I’m not sure what precisely you think is so bad about this post, since you seem to agree that hiking is dangerous even with the current safety measures in effect, and that those measures will be impacted by budget and personnel cuts, which will lead to increased dangers, and likely casualties

You claim you’re not looking to diminish the impact of the cuts… but if it’s still “perfectly safe” to hike the trails you would if they hadn’t happened, what impact do you think the cuts had?

National parks being defunded and losing full time staff means that everything you do in those parks now carries additional risks, even the most simple little day trip where you go to the visitor’s centre, take some photos, and leave - because the roads aren’t being cleared, the centre is closed, and if something does go wrong, instead of trained staff being present to help you, you might have some seasonal workers who cannot have received the same preparation and training they were offered in 2024

Hiking trails are already risky, and tackling a trail you don’t understand and are not prepared for is always dangerous

It is more dangerous when the safety measures used to mitigate those dangers are missing

You are much more likely to get hurt on a poorly or unmaintained trail, and any incident that occurs is more likely to be serious when there are less emergency personnel, and personnel are less trained

The Grand Canyon averages 12 deaths a year - in the previous conditions. Those conditions will not be applied this year. The average death rate is not likely to decrease, or remain stable, given the new conditions

But humans are bad at nebulous concepts of danger, so yeah, I’m going to point out the entirely possible worst case scenario that people very rarely consider: you could die

People already die in national parks. More people are more likely to die when safety precautions and emergency services are cut.

People in need of search and rescue are more likely to die when search and rescue cannot be performed, or cannot be performed as well.

None of that is misinformation or fear mongering, and it does need to be considered when discussing these cuts, especially because it makes people uncomfortable.

Even if only 10 more people die total, those are 10 people with lives and families, whose deaths were preventable. And that is in one park.

Any number of dead people who might otherwise not have died should be unacceptably high - even if it’s already a dangerous activity. That’s why we have laws about seatbelts.

(Bad things that are not death could also happen, but people do not tend to stop and think twice at reminders like “you could break an ankle”)

Frankly, if more people remembered that going into any wild area, we would see a significant reduction in the number of dipshit incidents and accidents already, so I’m not going to not talk about it because you think that mentioning the significantly increased possibility is fear-mongering

By the way guys, in all seriousness? Do not hike in the US this year

Unless you are completely, 10000% sure there are no possible circumstances under which you’d need a ranger’s help to get you out, do not go on a trail

(If you are this sure there are no circumstances under which you’ll need help you either do not understand hiking well enough to go, or you’re comfortable with the idea of crawling out on two broken legs. Gravity sucks, anyone can fall)

3 rangers for the entirety of Yellowstone means that if something goes wrong you are literally on your own

People already go missing in national parks every year, because the park rangers were already wickedly under staffed and under funded

Between 2018 and 2020, there were 371 search and rescue incidents in Yellowstone. In the same period, Yosemite reported 732. The Grand Canyon had 785, in the same 2 years, and over 900 confirmed deaths overall - and that’s the bodies that were found

Most of these search and rescue incidents end well… because of the tireless expert work of park rangers who will not be there this year

People are going to die on family vacations, provided they can get into the parks at all - cuz they’re not going to have the staff to handle parking

Let alone trail maintenance after every storm, trash removal, camp and fence repairs…

Nature is beautiful and wild and free and fucking dangerous and it is exactly as easy to die of exposure now as it always has been

Fuck, people are going to die running at the bison to take a selfie with them, because no one will be around to tell them not to

And if you’re in an area that counted on tourism to a national park for revenue… I genuinely have no idea what’s going to happen, but it’s not going to be good

May “liberal tears” be a great comfort to every family that loses a loved one because they wanted one cool vacation pic

[visenyaism]

hearing about the great bastards ocs as someone who doesnt know that part of westeros history is so funny... who is dae2mon... who is anus blackfyre

Okay so. There’s this king Aegon “The Unworthy” the 4th (ae4gon if you don’t have time) and because he was just kind of born under a bad sign he was the wooooooooorst guy ever like comically terrible recreationally cruel misanthropic turbohedonist. Just fucking disrespectful. He didn’t have an evil plan or anything. He was just kind of using his power to antagonize everyone he disliked enrich himself and also have one million mistresses.

He had two siblings who were the exact opposite of him and that his sister and brother were both the most neurotic westerosi tradcaths. Ae4gon hated his brother Aemon (lame ass knight who died in his service, despite despising him, which was kind of dickrider behavior )and used his sister Naerys (baby-bird-victim-wannabe-nun) who he also had to marry as a weapon against him because he knew they liked each other so he would just kind of be awful to her as a way to get into his brother‘s mind. Ae4gon and Naerys had two children who survived to adulthood the important one to this story is Daeron, who was by all accounts kind of a nerd he like was chubby and liked to read books and think about his decisions before he made them.

But Ae4gon also had his aforementioned like 1 billion mistresses and he had kids with all of them. Those kids are called great bastards these are the ocs. The most important canon ones are Bittersteel who’s the bracken one he’s like 7 foot eight and fucking belligerent and then there’s Bloodraven who’s the Blackwood one and he’s an evil twink who invented the surveillance state using bird blood magic and also only has one eye because Bittersteel ate it during a duel. i’m getting ahead of myself. There’s also Shiera who had two different color eyes and was the most prettiest princess in the party and also maybe a blood witch? she was trying to challengers Bloodraven and Bittersteel a little bit but ended up hooking up with Bloodraven more until she left him? who knows.

However, the most important bastard child of all was Daemon “Daemy B” Blackfyre. His mom was a Targaryen Princess who should have been the queen except misogyny did win the war on misogyny during the dance of the dragons so she wasn’t. Daemy B was a bastard, but he was his dad‘s favorite because he was masc and had an eight pack and a magic sword he was named after called blackfyre, which was Valyrian steel. Ae4gon gave it to him instead of Daeron, his legitimate heir.

One day Ae4gon got bored and decided that he was gonna declare Daeron the illegitimate child of his two siblings, cause he didn’t like him. this successfully killed off both of his siblings (don’t worry about it) and made Daemy B a more likely contender for the crown. And then another day Ae4gon got bored again and decided that not only was he going to die, but on his way out, he was actually going to retroactively legitimize every single one of his thousand bastard children so they could start a realm destroying civil war because fuck the world.

For a while, no one started around destroying civil war, but then about 12 years passed and Bittersteel with his bracken treachery, convinces Daemy B to make a go for the throne because he was way hotter and sword-er than his brother. Every single one of the Blackfyre allies is like the evil league of evil it’s Brackens it’s Peakes it’s Toynes I know there would be Coles there probably. it’s also racists because Daeron had a Dornish Martell wife because he negotiate a peace treaty to bring Dorne into the realm through marriage and alliances, instead of just trying to kill them all again and some did not like this.

However, Daemy B forgot to consider that having the Brackens on his side meant that he would LOSE. and they had a big battle at the end of the first rebellion where Daemy B gets shot and dies because of Bloodraven and Shiera inventing heat-seeking weirwood missiles. Bittersteel cuts out Bloodraven’s eye and then takes Daemy B’s like one billion kids he had with his wife and flees to essos.

However, (man I introduced the thread of this guy having a lot of kids too late) anyway, Daemy B has a lot of kids and those kids about once every 20 minutes decides they’re gonna do a Blackfyre Rebellion cause maybe it’ll work this time.

One of those kids is Daemon II Blackfyre (Dae2mon), who is the Mystery Knight in the Dunk and Egg Novella in the Mystery Knight. He is a melancholic twink who loves to play the fiddle and is constantly haunted by his prophetic dreams. He says I dreamed of you. He hits on Dunk who is too stupid to clock it. He goes over to Westeros to start another Blackfyre rebellion, which is contingent on winning a tourney and hatching a dragon egg but it doesn’t work because Bloodraven did invent the modern surveillance state using bird blood magic and thus identifies it instantly thwarts the whole thing and takes Dae2mon hostage he’s like the court gay false prophet purse dog for a while and then he dies mysteriously. He’s my favorite for being Renly Baratheon.

This pattern of Blackfyres coming over trying to start a rebellion and getting Bloodraven nuked from orbit continues until there is a great council because the king has no heirs. And Bloodraven invites Aenys Blackfyre, the current Blackfyre, over to westeros to be like okay we will hear you out. This is JUST an excuse to kill his ass. However in a twist of fate WOKE EGG becomes the king at the council and is like Bloodraven you canttttttttt actually just invite people to my house to kill them. That was my cousin I did not like that you🫵 are going to the wall🙂‍↕️. And woke egg sends Bloodraven to the wall. Bloodraven gets himself elected lord commander and then deserts to go be a tree. The end. Sort of.

[alwaysless]

I love the progress the acoleetes are making in their relationship in the last chapters: Ada risks her life for Annabel, Prospero says bluntly that his conscience does not allow him to leave Montresor alone, Prospero rushes to Ada's aid without a moment's hesitation. It's great, I'm really glad to see them like this. But I'm worried that in contrast misfits` relationship might regress.

They already had two bones of contention last season: the escape plan and the conflict between Lenore and Duke, which they never solved properly. In fact, I think Duke is now strongly reconsidering his friendship with Lenore. In the last chapters of the first season, he behaved strangely. The scene where they discuss Lenore's curse on the balcony, and she gives him the letter... is pretty creepy. The atmosphere is extremely tense, and the last time Duke and Lenore were on the balcony together, he literally tried to kill her wife. And this frame.

The threshold splits them exactly in the middle. I don't like it, I really don't like it.

When they discuss her escape plan, Duke stays silent until the last moment, until Lenore asks him directly, and even then he hesitates at first, he doesn't answer her right away, although in the end he expresses absolute support.

But why? Duke was Lenore's most active supporter in the first half of the season, always easily accepting her reckless antics and taking part in it himself. He liked their role as rebellious troublemakers. However, now his enthusiasm has noticeably dried up. He's changed now. He's doubtful.

I think this may be due to the fact that he recalled his death. It was hardly an accident. Apparently, it was staged by his... stage companion, I suppose. Duke was killed by someone he probably trusted, with whom he had played a lot of shows. He was betrayed. And now, quite predictably, he may have trust issues. Especially after the failed assassination attempt, when Duke realized that his methods could be very different from Lenore`s and she was not exactly the kind of leader who shared his values.

By the way, yes, let's talk about leadership among the misfits. Do you remember this scene?

The misfits are waiting for Lenore's opinion on their hideout, her voice is decisive, and although she does not understand why, she accept the assigned role of leader.

Now let's take a look here. Does that ring a bell?

Now Duke's opinion becomes decisive. They're all waiting for him to say something. Including Lenore. Of course, they were always equal for her, and the role of leader was only a formality, but from the point of view of the story composition, this is a noticeable shift in dynamics, and I'm worried about what it will lead to.

I'm not saying that Duke will go up against Lenore, but it would definitely be interesting. It would break my heart, but I would take a look. Because let's be honest: Lenore trusts these people more than she should in a survival game. She's known them for less than a week. Her tendency to see the best in people and give them a chance just has to play a cruel joke with her sooner or later, especially under the circumstances.

If the acoleetes are really starting to get closer, then the misfits, on the contrary, are dangerously close to split. That would be a curious inversion.

[carlosainzgf]

Hi i like to request a salesmen x platonic teenage daughter idea, the daughter could have a crush on one of the players maybe and salesmen goes full papa bear mode?

the salesmen might be a psychopath, a killer, an asshole but he was one hell of a father. he never said no to you- i mean how could he when you’re his whole world, his little baby- even tho you’re 17 you are still his little baby. in his eyes you hadn’t grown a day since you’ve been 5 years old.

he never kept his job hidden from you but never let you too close to it either, he didn’t want you to be like him some day. you were an angel, you always have been and you always will be.

he also always thought that no man would ever be good enough for you. whenever you had a crush on a boy he would find a way to scare them away from you. it hurt your ego as a young girl not being liked by boys but your dad thought it’s better to have a hurt ego than a broken heart.

you were sat on the big couch of your dad’s office as he filed up some information about the players he recruited today. you helped him with it reading some stuff outloud for him to type faster. he sometimes watched back the clips he took with a hidden camera to get a second look on the, soon to be, players.

“darling, would you mind getting your laptop so i can watch the clips of today?”

“of course!” as much as you weren’t a fond of the thought that most of those people in those clips would end up dead you still found it entertaining. i mean it runs in the family.

you helped him connect the camera to the laptop and set down with him to watch. a few faces- and a whole lot of slaps- later something caught your eye. someone, to be exact. “what’s this ones name, dad?” you tried to ask as subtly as possible. “lee myung gi. he had a youtube account on crypto money. he lost all his money and made his subscribers also lose theirs.” he sounded uninterested. i mean after all he was just a pathetic guy who needs money so desperately he’s willing to get slapped for it.

“what’s his youtube?” you, again, tried to ask subtly. “why are you asking, dear?” your dad wasn’t a dumb man- not even close- but he tried to see the best in you. his precious little girl whom can never have a boyfriend. he also wasn’t blind, he could see that myung gi was a handsome young man. “oh- no reason. just wondering.” wow, real subtle.

“he is a handsome young man. shame. he probably won’t survive in the games.” he said without hesitation before quickly skipping the parts that had myung gi’s face. he saw how you frowned when your dad said he wouldn’t survive. maybe he should kill the man himself, he tought to himself but he knew you wouldn’t forgive him if you were to find out.

while his mind wondered about all the things he could do to myung gi, you were busy looking for his youtube. which you were quick to find. MG Coin. you wanted to dm him, tell him to not join the games and save himself a lot of trouble but you couldn’t. so instead you decided to manipulate you dad into, somehow, make sure myung gi doesn’t get into the games.

“isn’t it sad seeing such young people getting into death games because they are in dept. i mean they are only a few years older than me. imagine if i were one of them, you would be devastated as a parent. maybe we could help the young ones, you know. we have the money for it after all.” real touching.

“there had always been young players, darling. you never seemed to mind it or care for them. why do you care all of a sudden.” yeah, he didn’t buy it. “i mean it’s their fault that they are in such miserable conditions. they are young they could work and have money, they have a whole future ahead of them yet they prefer playing ddakji and getting slapped to get money instead of working a real job.” he was too defensive with his words. like he had done no wrong in his life and those other people have committed all kinds of sins. they were directed to myung gi even tho he referred to him as ‘young players’. i guess manipulation is in the blood.

he would make sure to run into myung gi again just to slap him again. and he would also make sure to block all his accounts from your phone. he couldn’t bare the idea of a pathetic loser who was too dumb to invest in crypto money being by your side. he wasn’t good enough for you. no man was and no man could be enough for his dear daughter. maybe a kitten or a little puppy would distract you from men. yep that seemed like a good idea to him.