#camaraderie

[zobix]

come right on me😻 I mean camaderie🤭

[icallhimjoey]

I hope the wait for warfare wont be too long. I need to see him all sweaty in fatigues and maybe barking orders at people. Or shirtless and doing push ups

the prospect of all of those boys having shirtless scenes together is...

[aventurineswife]

Can you do a Genshin Impact story where Childe invited Lyney to show magic tricks to Teucer? Teucer meets Scaramouche, Arlechinno, Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, then invites them to a game of hockey. Because Scaramouche is there, Nahida and Raiden Shogun try to join. It's with Childe's family and the others.

Or if you don't know anything about hockey, what if Wanderer, Venti, Kazuha, Heizou, and Xiao played a board game where they play as the countries of Teyvet.

The Game of Teyvat

Summary: In a lighthearted evening at Mondstadt's tavern, Traveler and their friends—Wanderer, Venti, Kazuha, Heizou, and Xiao—gather around a board game simulating the nations of Teyvet. Each player takes control of a region, vying for territories and resources while forming alliances and plotting betrayals. As strategies unfold, personalities clash in friendly competition, and camaraderie grows in the humorous rivalry.

Tags: Anemo Boys x Traveler!Reader, Platonic, Board Game, Strategic Game, Friendship, Humor, Camaraderie.

The quiet hum of Mondstadt’s breeze swept through the open window of the tavern, carrying with it the scent of fresh grass and distant pines. A peculiar scene unfolded within: Wanderer, Venti, Kazuha, Heizou, Xiao, and the Traveler were seated around a low wooden table, stacks of cards, dice, and colorful tokens scattered about in what appeared to be a strategic battle of wits.

"I still don’t understand," Kazuha mused, looking over the board, "how exactly are we supposed to play as the countries of Teyvet? It’s... fascinating, but it’s also a bit complex."

Wanderer, who had been eyeing the pieces suspiciously, grumbled. "Are we really doing this? Playing as the countries? This feels ridiculous."

Venti chuckled, leaning back in his chair with a lazy grin. "Oh, come on, Wanderer! It’s just a little fun! Besides, you get to rule over all of Teyvet! What’s not to like?"

Xiao, seated across from him, said nothing. His arms were crossed tightly, and his expression was unreadable, but the subtle twitch of his fingers betrayed his slight interest.

Heizou, always one to embrace the unusual, leaned forward with a grin. "What’s the matter, Wanderer? Afraid you might lose?"

The Wanderer narrowed his eyes. "You know I don’t lose."

Traveler leaned in, grinning. "Let’s just start the game and see how it goes. It’ll be fun."

Wanderer snorted but said no more. The game in question was a hand-crafted board game based on the various regions of Teyvet, with each player taking control of one of the nations. The goal? To strategically conquer territories, gather resources, and outsmart the other players. It was a game of strategy and diplomacy, with the occasional surprise of a random event card shaking things up.

The board itself was a beautifully detailed map of Teyvet, each nation represented by a brightly colored piece. Venti had, unsurprisingly, claimed Mondstadt. Kazuha took Inazuma, his home nation, with a serene but determined expression. Heizou chose Sumeru, his playful nature fitting the rich intellectual landscape. Xiao had Liyue, always silent and mysterious, while Wanderer took Fontaine, an outsider to most but always intrigued by the notion of law and order. And of course, you—the Traveler—had to represent the entirety of Teyvet, which, to your amusement, meant controlling all the countries in a way, albeit with a heavier burden.

Heizou clapped his hands to begin the game. "Let the conquest of Teyvet begin!"

Turn 1

Wanderer immediately rolled the dice, frowning as it landed on a 2. "A 2? That’s the worst possible start."

"Would you like to trade your luck with me?" Venti teased, a spark of mischief in his eyes. "I could give you a better fortune. I’m rather good at guiding winds, after all."

Wanderer shot him a withering look. "I’m fine."

Kazuha, rolling his dice, looked up at the others. "This game might be more like life than we expect. There’s a delicate balance between taking risks and staying cautious."

Heizou leaned back in his chair, placing a hand on his chin. "Indeed. It’s all about finding the right balance of resources. And the alliances we form—or break—could make or break us."

The Traveler smiled, casually sliding a piece forward on the board, managing to claim the first territory of Sumeru. "Looks like I’m off to a good start."

The others groaned. You were known for your strategic mind, and it was clear you weren’t wasting any time.

Venti was next. "I’ll claim Windrise, of course!" he said, flicking his hand dramatically. "I mean, who else could possibly lay claim to such a beautiful place?"

Xiao barely glanced at the board, but his dice roll was precise. "Liyue is mine," he said quietly, though there was an edge of determination in his voice. "No one else has the strength to protect it like I do."

Turn 2

The game progressed, with each player expanding their territories, occasionally negotiating trade deals or forming brief alliances.

Venti and Kazuha were forming an unexpected alliance, agreeing to help each other with resources from Mondstadt and Inazuma in exchange for a share of the spoils.

"I’m not sure this is a good idea," Wanderer muttered, eying the two. "The two of you together are a bit too... idealistic."

Kazuha smiled. "It’s not about ideals, Wanderer. It’s about finding harmony. And besides," he added, pointing at the board, "having a bit of fun."

Wanderer, still skeptical, surveyed the board with a grimace. He rolled his dice—yet again, another 2. "I’m really starting to hate these dice."

Meanwhile, Heizou was scheming. "I think I’ll take a page out of your book, Xiao," he said with a grin. "I’ll focus on accumulating influence rather than brute strength. That’ll make me a formidable opponent when the time comes."

Xiao just gave him a quiet, disinterested look. "Do what you must."

The Traveler continued to hold their lead, collecting both resources and alliances from the different countries. They were the silent, calculating force in the game. Though no one was able to predict your next move, it was clear that no one was underestimating you.

The Final Stretch

As the game neared its climax, tensions began to rise. The alliances that had formed earlier were starting to crumble, and some players began to realize they would have to betray others to win.

Heizou suddenly looked over at you, an almost conspiratorial gleam in his eyes. "You know, Traveler," he began, leaning closer, "I’ve been watching you. You’re very good at this game. But... are you really in control, or is something else guiding your hand?"

You raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Let’s just say I have my own way of understanding Teyvet’s intricacies. Every choice matters."

Venti snickered from the other side of the table. "Ah, but that’s what makes this game fun! Who knows what tricks the others might have up their sleeves?"

Kazuha, ever the poet, smiled as he moved his piece. "In the end, it’s not just about winning, but the journey we take to get there."

Xiao didn’t respond, his focus unwavering as he slowly surrounded and cut off territories from both Wanderer and Heizou.

The tension in the air was palpable as everyone took their final turns, negotiating, plotting, and making their final moves. Eventually, it came down to you and one other player. The board was split down the middle, with territories controlled by both the Traveler and their rival.

"Well," Wanderer sighed dramatically, looking over at you. "Looks like you’ve won, haven’t you?"

You glanced at the board and nodded. "It’s been a long game, but yes. I have control of Teyvet."

Venti clapped his hands in mock applause. "And the crown goes to... our ever-calculating Traveler!"

"Well played," Kazuha said, his smile warm. "You truly understood the rhythms of the game."

Xiao, ever the quiet one, gave a rare nod of approval. "You deserved it."

Heizou chuckled. "I have to admit, I underestimated you."

"That’s the game for you," you said with a grin. "Every move is a calculated risk."

As the night ended and the game was packed away, everyone shared stories of their own nations and adventures, discussing what could have been and what might have been had the game been different. Laughter filled the room, and even Wanderer, who had grudgingly admitted his defeat, seemed to enjoy the friendly rivalry.

"This was a good distraction," Xiao muttered, finally unguarded as he took a drink from his cup. "Though, next time, I’ll be the one to win."

Venti grinned, raising a cup in mock salute. "A challenge, Xiao? I’ll be waiting."

As the stars twinkled outside, you couldn't help but smile. Maybe Teyvet would never be as simple as a board game—but for tonight, it had been a game worth playing.

And, perhaps, in the future, the countries of Teyvet would see more than just politics. They’d see the camaraderie born from games, laughter, and shared moments of lighthearted fun.

After all, in this world, even the smallest victories mattered.

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Camaraderie

"Within the song of Mat'Selesnya, one becomes all." —Heruj, Selesnya hierophant

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[warstorm6]

[spyboy2000]

𝚄.𝚂. 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚁𝚂; 𝙺𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢, 𝙺𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙰𝚏𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗. 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟾, 𝚋𝚢 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝙷𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗.

[deathbyathousandcaths]

To my friend.

I deeply adore your presence and your presence alone is something I could not find in other people's shadow.

- deathbyathousandcaths

[aniquotes]

“They are my people now - the only people I have here, so far from home. I am grateful for their friendship. I respect them, too, which might be more important. But Tobias is the only one I might consider a true shorm.

A shorm is a deep friend, someone who knows everything there is to know about you. The word comes from the Andalite’s tail blade, which looks something like what you may know as a scorpion’s tail. A shorm is someone you would trust to put his tail blade against your throat.”

- Ax, Book #28: The Experiment, pg. 2 (by K.A. Applegate)

[megahorous]

Poise hangin' with her best friend: LUIGI

[planet-gay-comic]

The Deep Bonds and Rebellion of Gladiators in Ancient Rome Insight into the World of Gladiators

In ancient Rome, the life of a gladiator was marked by constant danger, harsh discipline, and a struggle for survival. These fighters, often slaves or prisoners of war, were trained in gladiator schools and lived under extreme conditions, which brought both physical and psychological burdens. In this tense and intense atmosphere, deep emotional bonds often developed among the gladiators. There are indications that these bonds were not only of a camaraderie nature but also had homoerotic or homoromantic elements.

Homoerotic Relationships Among Gladiators Ancient Roman society had a complex and less rigid view of sexuality compared to many modern cultures. Relationships between men were not uncommon and could take on different social roles depending on the context. In the gladiator schools, known as Ludi, the fighters lived and trained in close quarters. This close proximity and constant confrontation with death and injury could foster emotional and physical bonds among the fighters. Literary and artistic sources from that time suggest that such relationships existed and even formed an important part of the social fabric within the gladiator barracks.

The Gladiator Rebellion: The Spartacus Revolt The harsh conditions under which the gladiators lived eventually led to one of the most famous uprisings in antiquity: the Spartacus Revolt. In 73 BC, about 70 gladiators, led by the Thracian fighter Spartacus, rose against their Roman masters. With improvised weapons, they managed to escape from their school in Capua. The uprising quickly grew as many other slaves and oppressed individuals joined them.

Spartacus and his comrades formed a formidable army and raided through Italy. Their fight against the Roman legions was characterized by remarkable tactical skill and unwavering courage. The Roman leadership, initially surprised and overwhelmed, eventually deployed the experienced general Marcus Licinius Crassus to quell the rebellion.

The Decisive Battle and Its Consequences After several battles and skirmishes, Crassus managed to corner the rebels. In the final battle in 71 BC, Spartacus and his followers were decisively defeated. Spartacus himself likely fell in the battle, although his body was never found. As a deterrent, Crassus had about 6,000 captured slaves crucified along the Via Appia from Capua to Rome.

Aftermath and Significance The Spartacus Revolt remains a symbolic example of resistance against oppression and exploitation in the ancient world. It highlights the extreme social inequalities and the brutal conditions under which slaves and gladiators lived. Additionally, it offers a fascinating insight into the complex emotional and social dynamics within the gladiator communities, including the possibility of deep homoerotic bonds.

Thus, the history of the gladiators is not only a story of combat and violence but also a story of courage, loyalty, and deep human relationships that could flourish even under the harshest conditions.

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[militarymenrbomb]

Morning fellas, got some more military hazing pics to post. These are courtesy of another Tumblr that had a large collection. I want to give him credit for all these, but he isn't quite ready for that yet. I'm the meantime, enjoy!

P.S. from what I understand, this is done on birthdays, is that correct?

[terrence-silver]

Does old Terry have any precautions in place to ensure Beloved doesn’t date anyone else after he dies? Or is it a they die at the same time type of thing?

---

Wouldn't put it past him to put together a very elaborately crafted will that states beloved can't marry or enter relationships, legally so, if such a thing can even be legally enforced, and if it can, I'm certain Terry Silver of all people will and would find a way to enforce it, giving beloved his assets posthumously and making them his sole heir, but nothing being for free, the price for it ultimately being that they remain devoted to him for the rest of their lives, decades after he's died. That is, if he doesn't organize a joint suicide where they depart this Earth together sooner, because they belong to him and he's taking them with him.

But then again, contrary to popular belief...

Terry Silver isn't a proponent of force if there's other alternatives lined up on the table.

He likes people coming to him more.

Of their own volition.

Of their own free will.

Why? Because it's a testament of his power display in someone else's actions.

He relishes the fact that people can have every other imaginable option available and they still choose to turn to him.

He never forced Daniel Larusso to come train under him either, for example. He just made the offer, made it tempting, made it feel safe and Daniel Larusso came to him all on his own, behind his teacher's back no less. He never forced any other student under him, be it Mike Barnes, Tory, Kenny or literally anyone else who ever trained in his dojo to be there by force either. They all came because they wanted to (or had something to gain from it), one way or another. I feel Terry would enjoy for it to be the same case with beloved; they promise him that they'll be true to him after his death not because they're necessarily contractually forced or cornered into it. Because they're effectively blackmailed. Trapped. No --- Terry Silver would want it to happen because beloved truly means it. Because their devotion and desire for him are both legitimate instead of coerced. Because they love him so much that even after he dies they cannot conceive of being with someone like that ever again. He'd want to be mourned, cared for and remembered honestly. Beloved puts that chain of loyalty on themselves because they want to. Not to say he's this saintly romantic. Oh, no, he isn't. If push came to shove he'd contractually obligate beloved into celibacy and fidelity if he could and if he legally couldn't, he'd still find ways to do it --- but what would give him profound happiness? Not glee. Not a perverted sense of triumph. Not sadistic obsession. No. Happiness. The knowledge beloved will love him and stay true to him to the end of their days because that's what they've chosen. Now that! That would make him happy.

That's what he'd really want.

The idea that out of every choice, they'd choose him.

That his capacity for devotion and passion is finally matched.

[hvonart]

Dublin dances to the rhythm of its lively streets, where every corner is steeped in history and every pub sings a tune of camaraderie. Imagine the emerald green of the grass in Phoenix Park, the laughter echoing against the walls of Trinity College as students and tourists alike marvel at the ancient texts, the warm embrace of the cherubic Dubliners spilling out of doorways with tales of their ancestors. The cobblestones of Temple Bar pulse with the vibrant energy of street musicians, artists, and performers; a canvas of colors and sounds that beckon you to join in the celebration. As the evening descends, the golden glow of pub lights invite you inside for a pint of Guinness, the rich black liquid mirroring the depth of Dublin's character. From the intricate ironwork of Ha’Penny Bridge to the hauntingly beautiful melodies drifting through the air, Dublin is not just seen, it is felt—alive in every heartbeat, forever vibrating with an artistic spirit that captures the soul.

[insatiablelittlegirl]

“Come right on me; I mean camaraderie”

— Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter

[warstorm6]