#jure core

[mitamicah]

As a sort of sequel to this post here's December fits that give me JO or Käärijä vibes :3

Häärijä (self explainatory x'D)

Khäärijä (blue shirt AND a pikachu? 👀)

Jure :3 (frills is something I can see him go for - when it's not transparent lace or the cowboy jacket x'D) and Stoice Kris *the white version* (the shoulders got me :'D)

and Tampere Bojan (sparkles!!)

[hotcat37]

Nonbinary!Jure moodboard? I realised I had ask the others already (ftm!Nace, ftm!Jan, ftm!Bojan, mtf!Kris) but I left out poor Jure😭.

💜🖤💛🤍

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

You ever wonder why only sheznaya seems to have any kind of diplomatic core? Like we rarely see or hear of any of the other governments interacting in any official capacity. At least that I've heard of.

that is a good question actually

from a lore presepective? i think this stems mostly from the fact all nations have wildly different types of governance. snezhnaya seems to run under the different fatui harbingers, who all answer to the tsaritsa. they have bankers and mayors in their group, and they live in a difficult environment (plus they have traditional non-morally-white organization Goals, and so need to have Reach on all nations), so it would make sense for them to reach out and seek cooperation. assuming you want to buy the idea that they have intentions beyond Fatui Plans for having diplomats, of course. it's also perfectly likely for it all to be a poorly-disguised cover for the gnosis hunt lore-wise as well.

liyue is the closest to them i think, in that it runs under the qixing which used to run under (or parallel to?) rex lapis. now that it's just the qixing, and they're the trade center for teyvat, it makes sense why you'd see relatively prosperous diplomatic relationships with snezhnaya there - but also since they're a bountiful land, they've no need to send out diplomats. besides, there's the fact that the only seemingly functional land trading road in the game is between liyue and mondstadt, who,

are currently without their de jure leader, and jean is mostly just holding the fort till vakra returns. the knights can barely keep monstadt in check so it wouldn't make sense for them to need foreign relations when all they probably need can be obtained from World Trade Hub next door (liyue). this might change with dornman port tho

fontaine also seems to funcition like a more recognizable government, but they also seem so self-suficient (and self-absorbed) to have any need for diplomats. again, they also have a very clear trade route with sumeru in place (speaking of, who the fuck runs sumeru? the akademiya?) sumeru also has clearly established trade routes, and if they are run by the akademiya, are probably too absorbed with research to bother with foreign relationships. everyone comes to study there anyway, diplomats or no, and they send their researchers out to all nations.

inazuma was literally closed until less than a year ago. allegedly. inazuma is, also, the only other one you'll see trying for foreign relationships and diplomatic plays. that's the whole reason why ayaka and ayato were there on the fontinalia festival. so i guess, at the end of the day, the only reason why inazuma doesn't have a diplomatic core the same way snezhnaya does is bc they were literally closed until very recently.

and natlan seems to be closed as well, so we'll have to see.

also, were there any fatui diplomats in fontaine and sumeru? as in, under that pretense? bc we know the ones in mondstadt were there to sus out barbatos, the ones in liyue were there to sus out morax, and the ones in inazuma (which i wouldn't even know if they counted as diplomats) were there to give watatsumi delusions (and yoink the gnosis. i can't remember how signora came into all of this tbh). as far as i recall, there were no 'diplomats' in sumeru, i don't think dottore arrived under that pretense. if he did, we know it was to get scara. and in fontaine- all fatui in fontaine were just house of the hearth members, whom i don't think qualify as diplomats. there might've been 'diplomats' in other world quests, but i can't remember right now. i also can't remember why tf childe was in fontaine to begin with ngl

TL;DR: from a lore perspective, i don't have an answer and it's an interesting question and whatever ideas i have are long as fuck. from a non-lore perspective, this is probably just bc the fatui are the scheeming antagonists out on a hunt for one specific gizmo present in each nation, and so they need spies and information networks and subterfuge n shit. like i'm fairly certain that's the only reason why they seem to be the only ones with a diplomatic core.

[wishful-thinking64]

HH Rewrite Related Post #03

I've finally finished Lavanya's (renamed Charlie) key information for her character sheet! And with it comes a bit of lore for what I have in store. __________ [FULL NAME & NICKNAME] 🞂 LAVANYA MORNINGSTAR. 🞂 PREFERS TO BE CALLED ANYA. 🞂 With her first name meaning beauty and grace, Lucifer & Lilith thought it was the perfect name to give to their little princess. [D.O.B] 🞂 BORN DECEMBER 31ST, 2002. 🞂 Anya can't help but see her birthday as a bad omen due to having been born on the last day of the year when Hell's annual Extermination takes place. She'll put on a smile for her parents when in their presence but otherwise she'll be sulking in her room, silently wishing for the day to be over.

[AGE] 🞂 BIOLOGICALLY 22. [SPECIES] 🞂 HALF BAPHOMET DEMON (OTHER HALF UNKNOWN.)

[GENDER & SEX] 🞂 FEMALE.

[SEXUALITY] 🞂 BISEXUAL.

[SOCIAL STATUS] 🞂 PRINCESS OF HELL.

[ROYAL EMBLEM] 🞂 THE FORBIDDEN APPLE OF KNOWLEDGE. [IMMEDIATE FAMILY] 🞂 LILITH MORNINGSTAR = MOM. 🞂 LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR = DAD.

[EXTENDED FAMILY] 🞂 1 GRANDFATHER. 🞂 1 HALF UNCLE. 🞂 5 UNCLES & 3 AUNTS. 🞂 2 COUSINS. 🞂 Anya's never met most of her extended family thanks to two main reasons. The first being that most of them are in Heaven and the second but more important reason is that most of them have been and STILL are missing with the exception of her aunt, Adina Delacroix, and her daughters, Raquel & Amariel. In the absence of Elohim, Jesus (yes, he's the half uncle), and the 7 Heavenly Virtues, Adina was selected as Heaven's de jure leader as she is the only angel who both birthed and mothered an Archangel's children.

[FRIENDS] 🞂 ONLY 6. 🞂 As Princess of Hell and heir to the throne, her parents made sure that their daughter understood that she had to be careful choosing her friends as there’ll always be people who just want to use her money and her status. Her parents' words would lead to Anya's very seldom way of thinking when it comes to making friends as she would make her very first friend in the 3rd Grade. Over the years she’s amassed a tightly knit friend group consisting of six other demons excluding herself. Sometimes she jokes about them being the new Seven Deadly Sins.

[RELATIONSHIP STATUS] 🞂 FORMERLY DATED LAZARUS VON ELDRITCH. 🞂 CURRENTLY DATING VALORIS CARMINE. 🞂 Going from dating a fellow aristocrat in Hell’s hierarchy to dating the daughter of an Overlord isn’t too much of a leap in logic but it is still a noticeable difference. Thanks to her parents not many people publicly commented on their daughter’s romantic life (lest they wish to be publicly executed or suffer true torture for the rest of their damned afterlife) though people have always wondered what caused the end of her and Lazarus’ relationship along with the beginning of Anya’s relationship with Valoris. At the very least she seems to be happy with Valoris. [CORE PERSONALITY TRAITS] 🞂 AMIABLE. 🞂 AUTHENTIC. 🞂 AUTOCRATIC (you’ve gotta be a bit bossy if you’re going to be the future face of Hell.) 🞂 CLUMSY. 🞂 COMPASSIONATE. 🞂 CREATIVE. 🞂 DETERMINED. 🞂 INDECISIVE. 🞂 NAIVE. 🞂 OPTIMISTIC. 🞂 OVEREMOTIONAL. 🞂 SCATTERBRAINED.

[CORE ASPIRATIONS] 🞂 HAVING SINNERS ACHIEVE REDEMPTION AT THE HAPPY HOTEL. 🞂 PROVE TO EVERYONE THAT SINNER’S CAN BE REDEEMED. 🞂 DISCOVER MORE WAYS TO IMPROVE HELL. 🞂 HELPING OTHERS TO THE BEST OF HER ABILITY. 🞂 BEING A GOOD PARTNER. 🞂 NOT BEING A FAILURE.

[FEARS] 🞂 AUTOPHOBIA & KAKORRHAPHIOPHOBIA. 🞂 Autophobia is the polarizing fear of being abandoned and alone. If one day, the majority of Hell’s denizens suddenly decided to turn their backs on Anya, she wouldn’t care as long as her friends and family remained at her side. However, if her friends and family had ALL abandoned her, not only would she genuinely have a full blown mental breakdown and sob for months, she’d never be the same again. This does not bode well at all with her other biggest fear being Kakorrhaphiophobia which is the fear of failure. Anya does her best to follow the expectations set on her from her citizens, her parents, and even herself. So when she fails to meet this internal quota of hers, she’ll feel like shit but she’ll convince herself to do better in the future and focus on the Happy Hotel staff and its residents. [THOUGHTS ON HOTEL STAFF] 🞂 FAIRLY POSITIVE. 🞂 For the most part, Anya can see that everybody is trying their best to keep the hotel in business even if they don’t believe in the thought of redemption. She has faith in at least five out of her seven employees coming together to help her make the Hazbin Hotel work.

__________ I hope you guys liked reading Anya's character sheet and I'd like to know what character you'd like to see me write about next. I'll probably do this through a poll so keep your eyes peeled for that and I'll see you guys later!

[thegengarprincess]

“I always thought you looked beautiful in white..&🤍

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Pairing; (🐶🫶🐱) Jure Maček x Bojan Cvjetićanin

Warning; RPF AS ALWAYS! don’t like, don’t ✨read✨! That is all ;3. (⚠️)

Tags; (👗🚬) cross dressing/ mild angst with a happy ending/ misunderstandings/ dialogue light until paragraph 5 cuz author’s has a terminal case of ✨over explainer✨/ tooth-rotting fluff/ the wedding dress photos have been holding my soul hostage since I saw them N this the product of that 🥲👍/ time skip/ Puppy Love™️/ Bojan is literally just a lovestruck puppy boy at his core and I won’t let anyone forget it/ post- midlife crisis kitty + puppy cuddles/ they have a orange cat N beagle puppy by now who follow the two e v e r y w h e r e/ author still can’t tag 4 shit/ BOJAN GIRLYS/GN! PSPSSPSPS COME GET UR FOOD WERE HAVING POST-SHOWER BOJAN 4 DINNER >XD/ author is desperately starved of BoJure content so they took matters into their own hands (💍)

Word count; (🌹💘)

Summery; After a incredibly tiresome day of blitzing the entirety of their cramped apartment together in an attempt to neaten up the humble abode for the couple’s big move to Logatec, Jure takes it upon himself to tackle their shared wardrobe only to stumble across an item that hadn’t seen the light of day in a long, long time. A wedding dress of all things? Tho to some a wedding dress is just a big, white, poofey gown you’ll only ever wear once then only see in dated photo’s. But to the drummer, it was the very same dress he wore for that photoshoot with his now fiancé of two in a half years shortly before they ended up becoming much more than friends(with benefits). “Wonder if it still fits anymore?…” (🚚)

A/N; (👾🎁) *W E L L*- it’s been almost 2/1 months since the last time I’ve came out my self-induced hibernation EXCEPT THIS TIME I come barring a (belated) bday gift 4 my wonderful, amazing, gorgeous, sweet, talented, cat-coded darling of a moot *THE* ✨@j-restlessgeek✨ (who u should ABSOLUTELY be following btw >:3!) N w us both being normal 2 a certain degree over that photoshoot w Jure in a mfn *WEDDING DRESS*, I sprinted 2 my drafts, beat my writers block w a iron hammer N now I’m left w this ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️. THO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO! BONE, APPLE, TEETH N CATCH YA ON THE FLIP SIDE~<3

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Switching off the running water, droplets from it’s remains began their journey trickling down the ends of Bojan’s drenched hair and back, swiftly snagging two freshly dried, strawberry pink towels from their nest on-top the radiator and wrapping the larger of the two around his soft, yet still that little bit toned waist as a means of hiding the singer’s (admittedly small) dignity then going in with the same process on his semi-soaked hair. Tussling silky, puppy brown locks till they were restored to their fluffy and water-free glory once more.

After shuffling into a pair of spare grey sweats and his favourite (out of the fifty he used to frequently steal from Kris) Beatles tee, threw on some moisturiser combined with the brunette’s much beloved hair products, he strolled down the boldly patterned hall to his and Jure’s shared bedroom to check with the other what movie he decided they’d be watching that night. Which was Bojan’s plan. Until he locked eyes with the sight said bedroom had so unfairly chosen to lay before him….

He swept open the door with a gentle hand, all knowledge of anything other than the figure that also seemed just as lost in their own little bubble as he was, completely stripped away from him in less than a millisecond. If you asked Bojan what the definition of “perfection” was, his answer would simply be the person he saw in that very moment without a single thought.

Investigating every part of themselves in the mirror, unbeknownst to how they had just effortlessly stolen not only his heart, but every word, thought and breath that hadn’t had time to run away from the home they called Bojan’s body. Tho sooner than later, the trance he’d somehow found himself in a whole lifetime ago by now slowly fizzled out, senses flooding back into their designated stations as he drunk in the utterly ethereal scene of his fiancé adorning what seemed to be a wedding dress?

It wasn’t just any wedding dress he’d found Jure clad in either, better yet the exact same one his lover had worn for a photoshoot that got very popular with a certain crowd which made up a (not all that) small corner of their fanbase almost two years ago if his mind wasn’t subconsciously changing how time worked again. And oh if it didn’t make Bojan want to fall straight to his knees right on this very floor he currently stood upon and worship every single minuscule atom that consecutively came together to create the undeniably gorgeous, talented, amazing, intelligent, beautiful, hot, wonderful, sexy, unreal and down right mesmerising human who only he got to the pleasure N divine prestige of calling “his pretty drummer” for how ever long he’d allow him the privilege to, eternally Bojan wishes. (And he would in a heartbeat if only there was somesort of miracle out there that could grant him permanent immortality to do so).

“Uhhh, m-muca….?” The slightly lovestruck singer spoke up meekly. Causing the bubble to burst completely as his fiancé swiftly quirked around to face him, stare’s ping-ponging back and forth in a short attempt at trying to grasp the signals Bojan’s face was sending the older’s way, a melting pot of surprise and shock swirled in blown chestnut pools while waltzing across the rest of his features but so did another feeling he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Regret? “Geez Bojči, You look like you saw a ghost or Sonček when he catches a bug. Is something wrong or-” “No no! I was gonna ask what movie you picked out for later and then I opened the door and saw ya like…that.” Jure glanced down and then, the realisation dawned on him. It’s the dress. He doesn’t like the dress on him.

Splotches of rose waltzed their way onto his cheeks and neck, almost giving off the appearance the sun has had it’s way with him earlier that day as if they weren’t entering early November in a few weeks. Pacing over to both boy’s wardrobe he prised open both doors and vigorously began undoing the laces that tied the gown together, a subtle frown accenting his lips.

‘What was with that face tho? Is he having second thoughts already?’

‘No that can’t be it! Maybe he was just a little surprised, haven’t worn it awhile anyway.’

‘The first words he said to me after leaving the changing room were I always thought you looked beautiful in white so what else could it be?!’

‘Did I do something wrong? Did he finally get tired of waiting and moved o-‘ “Darling wait! what’s up huh?-“ ‘I can’t be losing him now. How would I even explain it to the kids-‘ “Hey hey, I’m sorry if I looked a little mad but it’s not what you think it is I swea-“ ‘God please don’t say he’s-‘ “C’mon muca! just talk to me I’-“ ‘I should’ve left the damn dress where I found it then left it at tha-‘ “Jurček, wait no! don-“ ‘what have I done, what have I done, what have I done, what have I done, what have I do-‘ “Jur-“ ‘I shouldn’t of proposed in the first p-‘ “JURE.”

The blonde felt a tight sensation in his left wrist out of the blue. Like a weight was tugging at it and refused to come off no matter how hard he tried breaking away from it’s crushing, iron grip. And with that, his sudden mid-life crisis came to a careening halt, tweaking the other way to stare down furrowed browns and warm eyes reflecting into his own murky-tear pricked one’s. Now is definitely not the time to mention it of course, but Bojan had never seen a prettier cryer in all his 30 years, 1,565 weeks and 10950 days of being a resident of this planet we know as earth.

“Oh sweetheart~</3” He enveloped an arm around his lover’s nearly naked waist while another slotted in between short, soft, honey gold strands, cradling the older’s head as tenderly as one could. The more barley audible, soft weeps and sniffles poured out of Jure, the more pieces of the shorter boy’s heart shattered. Each break getting louder and louder till his fiancé’s muffled whimpers calmed down with the help of a few comforting back rubs accompanied by gentle whispers of “everything’s alright now” and “I’m here love, you’re safe” into Jure’s skin, long after all his tears gave out.

Still rubbing his eyes periodically and trembling internally, he intertwined his fingers then let Bojan guide them both to their bedside. Flopping down without hands parting a single time and burrowing themselves into eachother’s side, tracing thousands of nonsensical patterns over the drummer’s exposed chest, shifting upwards to carve a lingering kiss on his darling’s forehead with praises of every kind bouncing off those lips Jure never seemed to ever, ever get enough off no matter how many times he’s felt their heavenly touch. “You’re stunning you know that.” Bojan grinned through slurred words, sleep unwavering in its mission to reel him hook, line and sinker. “There’s no one in this world who’d I’d want as my muse not just now, but forever than my pretty drummer boy alright.”

“You’re pretty drummer boy eh?”

“And once again, I am really so sorry about earlier Muca-“

A chorus of paw prints bustled outside their door. Echoes of panicked meows and barks steeping closer and closer, making themselves increasingly known to the couple. “I’ll go let the kids in..” the blonde yawned, a fond twang lacing his speech as he quietly crawled out of his (quite obnoxiously snoring) fiancé’s grasp and nonchalantly turning the knob as both boy’s pets barged inside to shower their dad’s with a multitude of licks, nuzzles, sniffs and paws for attention. Being mindful not to disturb the lull that’s taken over the singer’s being as usual considering it was vastly approaching 5pm.

There was of course, much more work to be done before they could actually move but that’s one of the many task’s tomorrow’s Jure and Bojan will have to face. Their only task’s now consisting of supplying both animals currently huddled in their arms with everlasting pets while simultaneously keeping the other from hogging the covers, shielding them against the spitefulness that Slovenian winter brings year after year. Perhaps a spring wedding would suit them just fine…..~🔔

[lebuc]

affairs of men*

* meritocracy just doesn't exist - & i'd be remiss to ignore such a disheartening philosophy

when in all my art-'n-ing , at its core i seek to explore the who, what, when & where

not to mention the whys of our existence & that i harbor no resistance to what's really there,

just to be fair. *

many fabled associations with folk* of some note or repute

can carry negative connotations one would be hard-pressed to refute

& it only computes that in your ambulations they can become a yoke as well as a poke

to the powers that be to consider thee, when otherwise you'd be dismissed, outright

as surely as a new day follows, sun-kissed - the coolness, darkness of many a good night. *

when what in our wading pool some'd deem starkness, understand that our relatively sleepy hollow

may shield us from a creepy undertow in the wake of a high-profiled S.S. Mistake

now found sailing down the path of 'de Nile', anxiously dreading its own diss' missiles at trial

for their notable moral failings. with its related renown's death kiss. *

so there, drowning with the coral de jure is certainly where you don't want to be,

we'd be blessed to avoid the deceptive lure of any & such notoriety;

surely - preaching to the choir, here - churchgoers or not, a voir dire tweeting of the lyric of William DeVaughn ( it bears repeating ) "just be thankful, for what you've got"

...as our unsullied fates stifle a yawn, & faux meritocracy is left to rot.. * 9/24 - lebuc - affairs of men* ... * SOME of them... ... Be Thankful For What You've Got - William DeVaughn https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSt5MaSDDj8

[bluegraywilde]

The Irish Famine was absolutely not a genocide please read a book.

You’re talking to a former history major & current librarian…

In 1948 the United Nations Genocide Convention defines genocide as "acts committed with intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnic, racial or religious group." Acts that can be considered genocidal include: 1. killing members of the group 2. causing them serious bodily or mental harm 3. imposing living conditions intended to destroy the group 4. preventing births 5. forcibly transferring children out of the group.  Of course the intent part is difficult to establish, there rarely is a smoking gun of mustache-twirling men writing in official documents they want to induce mass-death just because that typically is frowned upon in polite society and these are good Christian, civilized men running the 19th century's divinely-appointed global hegemon.

But let's run through the definition shall we...

The Irish do constitute a unique ethnic and religious minority within the British Empire. By the mid-19th century they are of course a de jure part of the core British metropole (the 1801 act of union abolished the independent Irish parliament and established the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland). But by dint of their ethnic and religious status they did not enjoy legal equality with Protestant British settlers, a population which starting displacing the native population en-masse with the settlement of the so-called Ulster Plantations in the early 17th century. The Irish language, culture, and religion were all actively suppressed.

So the destruction bit... the famine has long-been characterized as man-made because the policies of the British government actively exacerbated and prolonged the crisis. Even contemporary critics famously apportioned the blame accordingly: "The Almighty, indeed, sent the potato blight, but the English created the Famine" (John Mitchel, Irish nationalist, 1861). During the initial phase of the famine in 1845, the British government under Prime Minister Robert Peel did supply some aid that ultimately proved inadequate. In 1846 the newly incoming Whig government of Prime Minister John Russell ceased any aid activities due to a commitment to laissez faire economic policy, assuming the free market would solve the issue, spoiler alert it didn't. They refused to limit the exporting of food, actively supporting the economic interests of the British-aligned landowners. Between 1845-1852 approximately a million people (~11.7% of the pre-famine population) die and another 1-2 million flee. In summary you have a government that doesn't care for the mass death, impoverishment, and displacement of a native population of the wrong ethnic stock and religious allegiance... not great! As I referred to earlier, intent is difficult to establish but given the British government's refusal to follow its own past procedures and contemporary practices, it's at the very least guilty of gross negligence and disregard for human life that specifically targeted an oppressed ethnic minority. I think its fair to characterize that as genocide. Just because the term genocide didn't exist in the 1840s/1850s doesn't mean it's not appropriate or applicable.

[mint-ty]

Random post, but I kept thinking how JO each of them seem very different kind of smart? If that makes sense.. I tried to brake it down by person:

Bojan - conventional smartness: can study well, knows languages, respects elders and likes to be polite, A+ student. But it would be easy to scam him (he's already losing things on his own).

Kris - organizational/manager smartness: can see big picture and troubleshoot on the spot, detailed planner. Also probs believes in tough love: "don't be a bitch, just work hard if you want results" type. But doesn't understand why someone would get upset if what he said was true.

Nace - moral/mediator smartness: has very strong emotional core that many people unfortunately lack, and doesn't fall into prejudice. Observes everything very well and with honest openmindedness. But if something went wrong, would probably judge himself first.

Jan - Jan is this internet quote...

He's crisis smart - instead of how others panic and then try to look at things from perspective, Jan really really doesn't want to waste energy so he'll panic only when absolutely necessary. Which is never. Very calming to have around, but sometimes he'd laugh at something and would be too lazy to explain what was funny.

Jure - Social smartness. I honestly don't know why but Jure strikes me as the overall smartest of the group. I have absolutely no evidence why. Like, he likes mischief but would never cross any boundaries. And if things would really go down bad, he'd see that before it blows up and would warn everyone. You know how cats can sense an earthquake few minutes before it actually happens? Something like that. The only "but" for Jure is that he'd probably would wonder off into the fields when he gets too tired of people without telling anyone, exactly like a cat.

Anyway, might be why they're so successful - all kind of smarts in one band 🧠 ( next time: a study on what type of dumb they are)

Bonus: Jere is intuition smart. His intuition works so well that he doesn't need brain.

[anxious-witch]

Inertia 6

Summary: Newton's first law expresses the principle of inertia: the natural behavior of a body is to move in a straight line at constant speed. In the absence of outside influences, a body's motion preserves the status quo.

Jan choose a direction of his life the moment he walked out of his parents house and cut all contact with them. He didn't want anything to do with them, or God anymore. Even his soulmark he wished he could leave behind. But when Nace Jordan joins the band, with a mark matching his own, can Jan keep going the same way he did? Or will the force make him change a direction?

Pairings: Jan Peteh/Nace Jordan

Warnings: Warning for mentions of religions trauma as per usual, but other than that…I think we might not have any other upsetting things here? Shocker, I know

Notes: AO3 link

A couple of things. First of all, this is second to last chapter! Congratulation to everyone who made it this far with me, I cannot believe I actually got this far into this fic. That said, next update might happen on a Sunday rather than a Saturday, due to my uni assignments. I will try my best to make it in time, but y'know, better safe than sorry.

But yeah! Finally, we are getting to some hurt/comfort and some talking! Enjoy it, you've earned it with all the angst

"I'm not too gone to be healed, am I? I'm not too gone am I?"

- Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"

Jan slipped back to consciousness slowly. He firstly became aware of how heavy his body felt. Then of how dry his throat was.

He struggled to open his eyes. They were heavier than usual. It reminded Jan of how it felt to fall asleep while crying. Wait…was he crying?

That made his recall the events of the previous night and he jerked upright. Which proved to be a bad idea because he immediately felt his head pound.

"You have water and a pill on the table. I will start making coffee," Kris said, peering from the kitchen.

Every day, Jan was more convinced Kris was an angel. Jan owed him an apology and a hug. Once his head stopped pounding, though.

So he took the pill and drunk the water. Living room was only partially lit up, for which Jan was also grateful. Anything bright certainly wouldn't help.

Kris came back and pressed the warm coffee cup in his hands. His coffee cup. Jan stared at the dark red cup, trying to recall when he started having a cup that was only his in Kris' place.

All the cups in his parents' house were the same. Pure white with a golden circle near the rim. One of them slightly chipped at the rim and Jan used it all the time, until his mother noticed and threw it away.

There was probably something to be said about him liking things that are different, even if they are a little damaged.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," he said, staring at his coffee.

Kris sighed. Out of the corner of his eye, Jan saw him tap his fingers against the couch. His typical nervous gesture.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize things have gotten so bad. I don't-I don't think I ever saw you react the way you did last night. God, Jan, you were terrified and you were paranoid and I-"

Kris took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. For a few seconds he didn't speak at all. Jan would have, but he knew Kris wasn't finished talking. So he stayed quiet, giving Kris time to compose himself.

"I think you need to start seeing a therapist. And you have to talk to Nace. I can be there when you do, but for fuck's sake, Jan. I texted him yesterday after you fell asleep and he wasn't okay."

Jan began picking on his already ruined nail. Kris was right. He knew he was right. But Jan was terrified of this very thing for so long, he wasn't sure he would be able to just face it head on.

"What if I can't?"

He finally met Kris' eyes. His blue eyes that were too clear to hide anything, but always had the ability to burn right through you, to see to the very core of you.

Was it a blue eyes thing? Or did Kris and Jure simply share that trait?

"Yes, you can. You are one of the strongest people I know. But it's not weak to ask for help, Jan. Don't let your parents ruin this for you."

Jan pulled him in a hug. Kris froze, clearly not expecting it, before he melted into the embrace.

"Thank you. For everything."

Kris chuckled, but Jan heard a slight hitch to his breath. Almost like he was tearing up.

"Why do you make it sound like I will never see you again?"

Jan hugged him tighter.

"I should have said it earlier. Although, there is always a plan on moving to Antarctica if everything goes south."

Kris laughed and then he was the one crying. So Jan did the same as Kris did to him last night-he held him. They both felt fragile.

Kris showed emotions more easily than he did, but Jan also thought he never truly let himself experience them to the depth that they really ran. When he cried, he didn't sob, instead letting tears run down his cheek in a manner that seemed almost glorified. Where someone would look at him and still think he was pretty.

Jan preferred to either fall apart fully or not at all.

"You really fucking scared me, you asshole. Don't do that again."

He rubbed Kris' back in slow, comforting motions. His mind was starting to go through possible options, but it was still too clouded with panic for him to come with a solid plan.

"I don't know what to do now," he admitted quietly, "I don't know how to even talk to him. What to tell him."

Kris slowly pulled back, but he still kept his hand on Jan's shoulder.

"Let's go step by step, okay? Go home, eat something. Have a shower. Then call him. Don't text, call him."

Jan made a face. He did hate phone calls with burning passion. They were awkward at the best of circumstances. These were certainly not the best of circumstances.

"I know you hate phone calls. But in these kinds of situations, messages can be easily misread. So call him and set up a time to meet. As for what to tell him...I don't have a better advice than telling him the truth."

Jan buried his face in his hands. The truth? What was the truth at this point? He wasn't even sure he knew himself.

"That's about as helpful as telling me to just breathe underwater."

Kris sighed.

"How about you do the rest first and then look at the situation again? As much as I hate to say it...sometimes you have to jump first and ask questions later."

"Fine," Jan said sourly.

He doubted he'd come up with any better plan just by showering and eating, but he saw no point in arguing. So he hugged Kris one more time and went home. This time with his bag and keys.

He did everything Kris said, but he felt no closer to the solution on how to approach Nace. His phone laid on the table, screen up. Jan stared at it as if it was a time bomb.

Nace didn't try to contact him. Except for few phone calls from yesterday after he ran off, but nothing today. Whatever Kris told him clearly made him wait for Jan's move.

Jan wished he wouldn't. He didn't know what to say.

He grabbed his bag and out his phone in it and then went outside. Perhaps a walk would clear his head.

It was cold and gloomy outside. The fog settled heavy over the city, and Jan only saw few meters ahead as he walked. Still, that didn't stop him.

He walked and walked, until his feet hurt. Then he spotted a nearby bench and sat on it, catching his breath. He still felt lost. He wasn't even sure he knew exactly where he was, as lost in thoughts as he was while he walked.

A sound of church bells snapped him out of it. Jan flinched, looking around with wide eyes. Was he hallucinating again?

But, no. There stood a church, cloaked by the fog. And Jan felt compelled to get closer. So he did.  He got all the way to the church, close to the entrance. Only then he stopped, frozen in place.

He could hear the wait sound of a mass going inside. There was no way he was going inside, but he could listen in. He leaned on the wall of the church and closed his eyes. Just listening.

It was hard to tell how long he stood there, listening in. He was so focused on it he missed the sound of steps approaching him.

"I am sorry, young man?"

Jan's eyes flew open, his heart leaping in his throat. A man stood in front of his, peering at him worriedly. For a brief second, Jan thought he was a priest, but on a second glance he realized he was actually a deacon, his clothes giving him away.

"Um. Right, sorry. I should probably leave," Jan said awkwardly, pushing himself from the wall.

"No, no need. I just thought you might be more comfortable inside. It is quite cold out here."

Jan bit his lip. Dread settled in his gut once again. He didn't think he could make himself go in. Face the inside of the church, the prayer. It was still to raw.

"No, thank you. I don't think I'd be welcome, either way."

"Everyone is welcome into the church."

He couldn't quite stop the sharp, bitter laugh that escaped him.

"Right. Of course. Everyone is welcome as long as they can obey your rules, no?"

Deacon gave him a long, pitying look. Jan felt his skin crawl. If he hated one thing, it was pity. He turned his head away, but before he could walk away, deacon spoke again.

"There are God's guidances, of course, but I wouldn't call them rules. Rules sound so rigid and human life and morality are so easily bent by situations we find ourselves in."

Jan stared at the man before him. He had never, ever heard someone religious, someone connected to the church, speak in such a way. Nace came the closest and even then, it wasn't the same.

"You-so what, "You shall not kill", is simply a guidance?"

Deacon gave him a gentle smile.

"Some are stronger than the others. But in a situation where it is self defense, is that truly a sin? A mother killing someone while protecting her child, is it something that should need forgiving? We are just human, after all."

He swallowed. This felt surreal. Like he was within a dream, and he was talking to his own subconscious.

Whatever it was, the unreality of it made Jan wanted to ask more question. He wanted to know more. He could always walk away, couldn't he?

"So...if almost everything is subjective, how can you know if you are doing a good or a bad thing? How do you...know what's right?"

Deacon patted his own chest.

"Most of us have the ability to feel right or wrong. There are exceptions of course, but there are usually other reasons for it. We all have...inner guidance, so to speak. No matter if you see it as given from God, or simply a part of you, it can help you decide on what's right thing to do."

Jan exhaled slowly, watching his breath curl like smoke in the air. His own chest felt frozen, but as he focused more, he swore he could almost feel a tug. A spot of light.

He needed to go to Nace. To be honest with him. To tell him-

His fear extinguished his hope almost immediately, cloaking him in darkness. Jan squeezed his eyes shut. He was too damaged ti be fixed.

"What if...what if it's too late to do the right thing? What if it's too late to fix me?"

The other man didn't say anything for a moment. The only sound came from a church choir. Jan felt his heart sink.

"It is never too late. Not unless we are dead. And perhaps, not even then."

Jan's hand drifted underneath his hair, to his soulmark. He traced it, almost hesitantly. He did his best to forget it was there for so long, it was odd to acknowledge it.

"I can't be anything other than what I already am."

He opened his eyes to see deacon giving him another soft smile. It was odd, how honest he was being. He supposed the fact that the other man didn't know who he was helped. To him, he could be anyone.

"Have you tried? To be another person?"

Jan furrowed his brows.

"I don't understand."

The deacon nodded.

"We can't become new people overnight. But we can do things that'll help take us in the right direction. Is there anything you can do to fix your mistake right now?"

He took in a deep breath in. Then exhaled slowly.

"I could talk to my soulmate. But I don't know if I can be what he needs."

Jan realized that the right pronouns tumbled from his lips too late. He froze, but the deacon's face didn't change. If he was phased, he didn't show it.

"Well. You can't know unless you talk to him, can you?"

Jan chuckled, almost surprised that he didn't immediately change his answer. What parallel reality did he walk into?

"I suppose not. But won't you tell me that my soulmate can't be a man?"

Deacon shook his head.

"God gives us our soul’s companions for a reason. Who am I to question God's decision of giving you two a soul bond, regardless of the gender?"

He swallowed. There was something else he needed to ask. He always had to keep prodding, didn't he?

"And what if...what if I don't believe in God anymore?"

Deacon reached his hand out and tentatively put his hand on Jan's shoulder. Jan expected to feel uncomfortable, but he wasn't. It was simply a warm touch.

"They are different ways to believe. Some of us need more guidance to get through life. From God, from the church from others. Others simply need to live and be happy. Is it not God's will for all of us to live to our fullest potential, no matter which path we take?"

Jan suddenly found it hard to swallow. His eyes stung and he closed them, willing himself not to cry. He took in a shaky breath.

"Can it really be that simple?"

Deacon squeezed his shoulder gently.

"Life is simple, once we learn to let go of things that weight us down."

Jan took another deep breath before opening his eyes. He met deacon's kind gaze.

"Thank you."

He got a pat on the shoulder before the other man let go.

"We all need a bit of extra guidance sometimes. I wish you your best in your pursuit of happiness."

Jan nodded, a lump in his throat too heavy for him to say anything else. Yet, despite it all, when he turned and began to walk back, he felt lighter than he did in a very, very long time.

He wasn't sure what made him come up directly to Nace's doorstep. He was holding a box of gluten free cookies in hands that he had picked up during his small detour on the way here. Suddenly, he wasn't sure why he had gone to get them at all, but it wasn't important. He was here, at Nace's front door. That was the part that mattered. He could leave the cookies for someone else if Nace didn't want them.

He rang the doorbell before he could change his mind. It echoed through the apartment for a moment, before he heard a sound of footsteps on the other side of the door. Then the door opened.

Nace stood in the doorway. He wore a dark green hoodie and sweatpants, his hair in an unusual disarray. There were dark circles under his eyes and Jan couldn't help but wonder if he slept at all.

"Hi," he said, awkwardly holding up a bag of cookies, "I bought cookies. They are gluten free."

Nace stared at him, unmoving. He opened his mouth and closed it few times before clearing his throat.

"What are you doing here?"

Jan shifted from one foot to the other. It was the moment of truth, he supposed.

"I wanted to talk to you. May I come in?"

There was a brief hesitation before Nace stepped back and allowed Jan to come in. The doors closing with a soft click felt more significant than it should have been.

Jan wordlessly handed Nace the cookies while he took off his boots and a jacket. Nace simply watched him, as if trying to comprehend Jan was really here. He supposed he deserved that.

Nace led him to the dining room instead of the living room. Which was odd, but Jan didn't question it. He got them both glasses of water before sitting across from Jan.

Oh. He choose this because he could face him more directly. Jan let his hair fall over his face a bit, suddenly uncomfortable under Nace's heavy gaze.

"So," Jan said awkwardly, "about yesterday. I'm sorry."

A paused. Nace stared at him, as if prompting him to continue, but Jan didn't know where to begin with explaining himself.

"Is that it? You came here to tell me you are sorry for running off?"

Jan winced. Nace's usual patience seemed to not be present today. Just when Jan needed it the most.

"No. I just-maybe it would be easier if you asked me things and I answered? I don't know where to begin."

Nace chuckled, but not in his usual, heartfelt way. He sounded tired.

"Alright. How about, why the fuck didn't you tell me? You had to know."

Jan shrugged. He felt uncomfortable in a way he didn't in awhile. So he answered the first thing he thought of. His go to answer on the topic.

"Didn't seem that important to me. I don't exactly believe in all that soulmate stuff anyway."

That was clearly the wrong thing to say. Nace's gaze sharpened. His mouth twisted in an angry grimace.

"So what? I am good enough to fuck, but not good enough to be your soulmate?"

"No!"

Jan reached out, to grab Nace's hand, but stopped himself just short of making contact. He let his hand fall back to the table.

"No," he said softer, "that's not how it is at all."

"Then explain to me how it is."

Nace's voice was almost forceful, slamming into Jan's chest like a punch. Jan closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on that little shed of hope he still held.

"I lied. I don't see soulmates as bullshit I just-I wish I did. I wish I could not care at all and that I could hate you and that by refusing you by refusing this make my parents be wrong."

He took in a shaky breath. Nace didn't say anything so he continued.

"Because feeling like I was incomplete without you, without some divine intervention seems so fucked up to me. Because I choose to play in a band because my parents didn't approve and didn't like that it took away from my time in the church. And yet that being a thing that led me to you is so frustrating! Did I have any free will at all?"

Jan finally opened his eyes again, taking in Nace's expression. Nace was pale, and his brows furrowed, probably trying to follow his thought process.

"Alright. So let me see if I got this right. Your parents had harmful religious views on soulmates so you don't want to even consider this, us, because you feel like you had no choice in the matter?"

That wasn't quite a fair assessment of what he said, but Nace wasn't entirely wrong, either. As much as Jan wanted to fix things, it was hard to get past the feeling of helplessness.

"I'm-not quite but I suppose that's a gist of it. I don't have anything against you, not really. But I hate not having a choice in any of this."

Nace lifted one eyebrow.

"You mean, like not giving me any real choice in the matter by not telling me a very important detail?"

Fuck. That wasn't fair.

"That's not the same."

Nace shrugged.

"Isn't it?"

Jan struggled with what to say to that. Isn't it the same? Was he truly taking away his choice in all of this?

"Let me ask you something. Did you find me attractive when we first met? Ignore the soulmark, ignore everything else."

He swallowed, blush slightly painting his cheeks as he remembered Martin's comment about him checking out Nace during their first encounter. He definitely found him attractive from the start.

"Yes."

"And if there was no soulmark involved, would you have acted upon it at some point?"

His answer came in an instant. Absolutely. Jan was certain of it. He still would have taken some time to observe Nace, but without having to be cautious of the soulmark, he would have certainly acted earlier.

"Yes."

Nace leaned in, his breath ghosting over his face and Jan had the urge to pull him even closer. Instead, he was frozen in place, staring at those dark eyes.

"So by insisting on hating me, you are, in fact flat out refusing for anything to happened between us because of the soulmark. Not because you don't like me. How is that a natural choice on your part?"

Jan could hear his own blood ringing in his ears. Felt his heartbeat. Thud, thud, thud. It sounded like everything around him crashing down.

"I-" he swallowed, then cleared his throat, but no words came.

Nace waited patiently, simply looking at him. Like he didn't just pull the foundations of his world apart with few sentences.

"God, Nace," he said at last, "What do you want?"

"I want you to stop hiding behind the excuse of having no control and work with me. I can't help you unless you let me. So please do tell me what is your actual problem with me."

Jan worked his jaw. He focused on his nails. He reapplied the nail polish on his left hand yesterday, so it was perfect. Too perfect. He began to peel it off.

Then Nace reached out and covered his palms with his own, stopping his movements. Jan froze.

"Tell me," Nace urged, his softer now.

That finally made Jan snap.

"I can't give you what you want, alright? There was no point in giving you false hope about it."

Silence. Nace's mouth slightly fell open before he managed to scold his face into a more neutral expression. Jan felt more uncomfortable than he possible ever did in his life.

That thought kept bothering him on his way to here, though. Even if he was willing to do this, he could never do it in a way traditional to soulmates. He simply couldn't.

"And what is that you think that I want?"

Nace's voice was leveled. Controlled. Almost too controlled. He was definitely holding his emotions back. Jan just couldn't quite tell what those emotions were, at the moment.

Still. He owed him the truth, at the very least.

"You are a simple man. You want to settle down, have your secure little fairy tale with someone you love. Maybe even a family. I can't give you that."

So many emotions flickered over Nace's face. Disbelief, anger, hurt. Jan looked away.

"Did I ever say that's what I want?"

Jan sighed. He tried to pull his hands away from Nace's, but Nace tightened his hold on them.

"No. But I overheard you and Bojan talking about soulmates several times."

"Hypotheticals are different than the actual situations."

Jan rolled his eyes. He completely turned his head away this time. Clearly, this conversation wasn't leading anywhere.

Nace grabbed his chin. Jan froze, expecting it to hurt, for Nace to forcefully drag him into a kiss. Instead, Nace gently turned his head back towards him.

"Listen to me. I am only asking for a chance to get to know you. For you to get to know me, before you make any judgments."

His eyes shone with determination and now Jan couldn't look away.

"You fascinate me and you frustrate me and I want to know what you think and how you think. I want to get to know you properly. Can you at least give me a chance for that? No promises need to be made, just that we'll try. See where it goes. Maybe we work better as friends. That's also fine. But we won't know unless you give it a chance. Does that sound reasonable?"

Jan nodded slowly. He breathe through the panic rising in his chest. Somewhere, deep inside him, he knew that whatever this will involve into, won't be just friendship. But it was far too early to say that.

"Yeah, alright."

And Nace smiled, like a light shining at the end of a dark street. It was soft, almost hesitant smile.

"Alright."

It was a start.

[la-pheacienne]

100% for Palestinian liberation and self determination. You comparing Israel to Hitler/Nazism (as a white European) is so fucking stupid and harmful for those trying to educate about what is happening to the people of Gaza. There’s a reason 80% of Jewish people live in the US and Israel. Europeans are largely at fault.

That's cute except I didn't. That was you. What I said is :

"How do we call the systematic extermination of 7 thousand innocent people in the span of a few days - on the basis of their origin/religion/ethnicity- being an integral step in the pursuit of "living space", proclaimed as a birthright ?"

And it is an open question. I didn't compare Israel to anything. I explicitely stated its core caracteristics.

You want to "educate" people about "what's happening TO the "people of Gaza" (educate? what's happening by whom? a mysterious supernatural power? the will of god? who are the people of Gaza? don't they have an ethnicity? )? You want that?

Let me tell you what's happening. "People of Gaza" (Palestinians, that's their name) are being:

ethnically cleansed

by a fascist entity

by means of terrorism and genocide

backed up by systematic propaganda (ongoing for decades) using fascist terminology in order to dehumanize all members of this particular ethnicity

with the explicit goal to colonize a land that the fascist entity feels it has a birthright to

with the full unwavering support of the western world.

As you see, I am not comparing it to a fascist entity, I am calling it a fascist entity. And that's all I am doing, because I don't need to say anything more to stress the gravity and the horror of the situation. It is plain to see, as it is. As such, any further "comparison" is completely redundant, misleading, and irrelevant. But you did it, so, that's your problem.

"There’s a reason 80% of Jewish people live in the US and Israel. Europeans are largely at fault".

Fuck off. US, a country that is historically structured on racial, de jure segregation, a country that was created through genocide in the first place, a country that has comitted atrocious, ongoing crimes against humanity in modern and contemporary history, does not get to flex any moral superiority whatsoever on any country, ever. Cope.

[batmancomicanalysis]

Is Heath Ledger’s Joker subtextually racist?

1. “Little (a reference to the racial slur "boy"), uh, Gambol (the leader of Gotham's black gang) here won’t be able to get a nickel (used due to its phonetic and structural similarity with another n-word) for his grandma (a reference to the more prominent role of grandparents within the African-American community: the 3rd subtle racial allusion in a fourteen word sentence, plus Joker's scar story to Gambol is a tale of an abusive father)”, followed by a furious Gambol’s “Enough from the clown!” (The Joker's immediate hostility with Gambol implies that he is far less "tolerant" than the other underworld crime bosses, who treat Gambol as a de jure equal)

2. “A freeeeeeeak”, mockingly imitating The Chechen’s accent

3. He kills at least seven African men on-screen (including two of the three or four most prominent African characters; Gambol and commissioner Loeb), three very dramatically, burns the most prominent Chinese character alive (who The Joker identified as unmasculine based on his physiognomy and referred to as "the television") and has the third most prominent Latino blown up

4. He forces three unemployed African men to fight to the death for a job; a nod to the apocryphal concept of “mandingo fighting”, with The Joker taking on the role of an especially cruel 19th century slavemaster

5. His “social experiment” with the ferries (one largely European-descended, the other largely African and Latino) utilises and exacerbates racial fears and antagonisms, with his bomb plot foiled by an African prisoner

6. His primary philosophical influences (Nietzsche, social Darwinism) are consistent with the genealogy of fascist ideology

7. His primary targets (police, lawyers, politicians, journalists, plutocrats and criminals) are primary antagonists in fascist ideology

8. He wears white facepaint (the whitest character in the text, like Voldemort, Judge Holden or Mr. Sinister) and is portrayed by an actor of Northern European descent

9. He is a sadistic psychopath, a terrorist and a misanthropic nihilistic cynic, philosophically antithetical to egalitarian humanism (of which "anti-racism" is a core principle) and represents an extreme critique of the Western liberal order (which holds "racism" as the most cardinal sin and sanctifies certain groups, see George Floyd)

10. Batman/Bruce Wayne is consistently coded as an anti-racist liberal from an anti-racist liberal family, which dialectically positions The Joker (Batman's opposite) as a racist

11. “There are no real boundaries to what The Joker would say or do.” - Heath Ledger

While there's nothing in The Joker's professed motivations or actions which strongly suggests he cares about preserving the European race, he no doubt views the concept of "racial equality" as absolute garbage; one of societies' cardinal lies which it uses to artificially hold itself together. The idea that The Joker would have any problem with "the n-word" or believe that all races are equal is laughable in itself.

[j-restlessgeek]

To my dearest J,

Where do I begin? By the time I’m writing this it will have been almost a full year since we first reached out to one another. I actually remember where it all started. I was sending around asks with the iconic ‘Hey Käärijä, you wanna party with me?” line from ‘It’s crazy it’s party’ and you went into the comments of one of the responses. Afterwards the timeline becomes blurrier, but that doesn’t matter. It just goes to show that one small comment can truly change someone’s life.

And in just this less than a year time period, I have made so many fond memories with you.

Your imagination never ceases to amaze me. The amount of AUs and stories we have discussed is uncountable. It has always been a pleasure for me to talk to you about the ideas roaming around in my head. You’re a lovely listener whose ever-reading eyes could never skip the lightest detail or softest touch of/to a story. Whenever I’m stumped on the next turn down the road you never cease to give me the best advice. You’re a team player I can always rely on to build the story-bridge together with.

I wish I had a better way to introduce this next paragraph, but I can’t seem to find a different way to put it than simply how it is: You are the kindest person I know. You are not afraid to tell other users when their art has touched you or made you feel intense joy. Another thing I love about you, you’re not afraid to show your emotions, big or small. You make the days of so many users here by sharing their art with others and telling them in your language of emojis, screams and lovely compliments that what they made is beautiful and deserves love. You care so much for the friends you’ve made on the internet. Never not reblogging the content they’ve made and shouting to the whole world that it should see what made you beam with happiness. My dash lights up every time I see one of your reblogs, they are impossible to skip and nobody would want to do that. I sometimes revisit your reblogs of the moodboards I made and the stories I wrote when I have a small dip and I immediately cheer up reading your comments.

You are attentive. You never forget when it’s the anniversary for someone’s personal milestone or an art work. Even works that have been posted months ago don’t slip your memory and are kept alive through your reblogs.

On Tumblr we may joke that love is stored inside of Bojan, but I think that isn’t true. Love is stored inside of Jay. Your love for Jure, Joker Out, cats, the silly things, the scary things and so much more is beautiful.

You are kind. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are lovely. You are the haven a boat can lay anchor after a long journey of not seeing land. You are home after a three week holiday. You are the one that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside whenever we talk.

Please never become somebody you don’t agree with. Take care of yourself. Go on long walks in nature, pet kitties and feed them and enjoy your time studying to become a biologist. Follow your dreams, aim for the stars and shoot into another galaxy.

I love you.

From your dearest,

Kyle

This moodboard contains 8 pictures that define j-restlessgeek to me.

😭😭😭😭😭😭 your words truly never fail to move me to my core. 💛💛💛💛💛💛 thank you.

I am so grateful for your trust and faith in me, in your brightest and darkest hours, thank you 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛.

I am happy whenever I can help and to spend time with you, chatting for hours and exchanging ideas 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰. Thank you for your words, your writing really never fails to touch me, you have a wonderful way with words. 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

Thank you for the wishes and words 💛💛💛. So so much love for you lives in my heart 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛.

[jedibinx]

If I was family with Käärijä and Joker Out.

Kris would be my little brother bestie.

Jure would be the cousin who pops up every time they get a new pet, which, on average, is every three days.

Jan would be the friend you adopted as a cousin because they don't talk much and are always calm.

Bojan would be the other younger sibling who you don't see for months, then they turn up asking for money, reek havoc for five minutes, and then leave again for another month.

Nace would be my boyfriend because he's the most boyfriend coded man in the world.

Käärijä would be the best friend to end all best friends. He'd be my ride or die, sharing a bond that goes deeper than friendship and blood. Chosen family to the core. But also he won't leave me alone even when I'm on a date with Nace. Cue the music 'just us and your friend Steve, do dododo do do do Steve.'

That is all.

[superiorkenshi]

Je me sens bien! Ça faisait longtemps et je veux partager du positivisme vue que c'est mon anniversaire alors voilà une liste non exhaustive de chose qui me font me sentir bien! 💖

-Quand je vais au cinéma avec des amis que y a une scene gay et on se regarde direct ET ON SAIT

-Les session câlin + conversation philosophique avec Daphné tard le soir

-Le fait que un jours avec Daphné on a écouter "as the world caves in" séparément et pourtant on a tout les deux choisis que c'était nous, genre notre chanson <3

-Quand je finis un dessin et que je fais les p'tit détails que personne vois mais qui change tout pour moi (et quand quelqu'un remarque ces détails <33)

-Les moments que je passe à juste penser à ma coloc avec Rama à qu'elle meuble on va mettre comment sera la vie avec iel etc et juste bah iel quoi <3

-Le fait que tout le monde à intégrer que je suis un panda et m'offre des truc de panda et juste oui c'est moi le panda 🐼

-Le fait qu'on m'associe au cannibalisme aussi car ça me fume de rire

-Chaque fois qu'on me complimente sur mon art et surtout les compliments de Clem car ils sont si sincère et mims et me donne toujours envie de chouiner

-D'ailleurs les appelle et voc avec Clem ou on gossip comme des adolescente la ma vie >>>

-Les appelle random avec Sam ou on se dit des merde c'est souvent inutile ça ma met le smile <3

-Quand on dessine mes Oc ça me donne envie de chouiner d'ailleurs quand on me fais un cadeau tout cours juste quand on pense à moi envie de chouiner c'est terrible

-Les longue conversation avec des personne qui ont la même passion !!

-Sympathiser avec des gens partout dans le monde et juste on se parle pas toujours mais on interagis ensemble on se soutiens et je trouve ça trop mims (big up à tout mes mutu ici <3)

-D'ailleurs Anon :) si tu passes par la bah recevoir t'es ask de temps en temps ça me met le smiley j'adore nos interactions

-Voyager même sur des courtes période et voir des amis genre Nael sur Paris où on discute des heures de One Piece ou mes bros de bordeau qui essaie de me co venir à South Park !

-Parler d'oc avec les gens genre nos débile avec Rael ou encore les imbécile avec Félix jure faire des truc avec des amis

-D'ailleurs avec Feels faire des au de tout et n'importe quoi suggérer des ship random s'insulter nos race et avoir des accusations d'autisme dans la gueule bref Feels quoi

-Quand je sors de chez le psy et que je vais me prendre un donuts ou autre a auchan comme récompense !

-Quand ma mère retiens des truc de mes fandom, m'achète des truc qui vienne de mes fandom et juste bah ma mère qui est ma fan #1 a toujours me soutenir dans tout ce que je fais que ce soit en art ou autre <3

-Aussi ma mère qui kiff mes amis (surtout Sam son chouchou ça me fume) qui retiens des truc sur eux et qui me pose des questions leur vie avec un vrai intérêt

-Échanger des musique, peter des câble sur des parole de chanson avoir Sae qui me sort cette chanson c'est ce ship et qui me laisse péter un câble dessus vraiment ma vie

-Halloween, l'ambiance d'Halloween, les soirée d'Halloween vraiment ma vie quoi les fantôme et vampire

-L'espace, le space core et juste tout ce qui concerne ce domaine je suis un p'tit astronautes dans mon coeur

-ma pseudo rivalités avec Juliette ou on se taille juste nos grand mort avec amour (Captain vierge <3)

-Le fait que Lucie soit la personne la plus patiente du monde, qui pour moi c'est remis en question un milion de fois, ma supporter au bout du trou et ma épauler et soutenu dans mes coming out! C'est vraiment la définition du "si j'étais la pour le meilleur je te soutiens dans le pire" je l'adore <3

-D'ailleurs les activités manuelles avec Lucie et les moment où on se selfinsert dans des univers random et on en parle pendant des heures ou encore la série qu'on a fais ensemble elle m'accompagne depuis longtemps dans tout mes projet débile

-Les photo ultra moche avec Lix et Rama d'ailleurs Lix qui est loin et que j'ai pu revoir le fait qu'on c'est sauté dessus alors qu'on est pas tactile bah Lix quoi ma vie <3

-le fait que avec Rama et Lix on c'est questionner sur nos genre en même temps et on a fait notre chemin ensemble pour donner globalement une bande de pd 🏳‍🌈

-Les moment où je m'autorise a être une sous race genre avec Yvain quand on taille tout ce qui bouge

-D'ailleurs les sortie avec Yvain et les moment de questionnement universel dans son salon

-En faite juste squatter chez les gens être acceuilli comme chez moi et juste être le plus gros parasite de France

-Être la référence asexuel, pouvoirs éduqué les gens, les informer et même leur faire découvrir qu'ils le sont !

-Ce moment apres le cosplay ou ta tout ranger t'es fatigué mais qu'est ce que t'es fière du rendu

-D'ailleurs quand me fais de la fausse pilosité faciale car je slay avec je suis trop bg et c'est rare que j'arrive à me sentir beau

-D'ailleurs les photoshoot avec Daphné et encore une fois juste Daphné en générale

-le fait que Rama et Daphné me suivent dans tout mes projet cosplay en me faisant une confiance aveugle peut importe ce que je propose car ils ont confiance en mes capacité

-Ce moment où la nouvelle saison de TUA est sortie et avec lix on c'est fait des review à distance et juste suivre des nouvelles saison de série avec mes potes

-Les private joke que j'ai avec certaine personne

-Quand je mange des choses que j'aime mais que je mange pas souvent genre des avocat, aussi conclure mon repas par un bon fruit surtout des oranges

-Ma mère qui m'achète des framboise de temps à autre quand elle peut car elle sait que j'adore ça! aussi le fait que le samedi c'est chapati et que ça change pas

-Quand ma mère fait des plat arabe que j'aime c'est pas souvent mais j'adore me péter le bide avec

-Le fait que je commence enfin à m'intéresser à ma culture algérienne, à ce qu'a vécu ce pays et à être fière de mes racine

-M'etre trouver en temps que métisse et avoir enfin un équilibre qui me va à ce sujet aussi commencer à apprendre des bases d'arabe pour mieux vivre avec Rama plus tard

-Les appels avec ma soeur et réussir à Retissée à nouveau un lien familiale avec elle

-D'ailleurs mes neveux et nièce et même si c'est pas bien de faire du favoritisme bah surtout ma p'tite Jade c'est ma p'tite puce et je l'aime tellement et j'adore pouvoir sortir avec elle rien que nous deux!

-Les dessin que Daphné fait de nous genre juste Daphné qui est la et me suis dans toute mes débilité en étant tout aussi débile

-Mes bro de bordeau qui savent que on se reverra et juste qu'on essaie tous d'aller mieux de notre côté et qu'on respecte le temps dont l'autre à besoin

-acheter des peluches, des dvd ou des livres ou des truc en convention et juste me faire plaisir et faire plaisir au gens que j'aime

-Allumé des bougie en hiver, boire des chocolat chaud, être sous une couette et lire mes meilleures fanfic

-Créé des playlist et les écouter en boucle car j'adore mes goûts musicaux genre l'équilibre de mes playlist

-D'ailleurs découvrir de nouveaux artiste et les poncer pendant des mois

-Arrivée à dire que j'aime les gens de plus en plus facilement <3

-Commencer cette année à réelement m'apprecier moi même et juste être plus en paix avec moi même et bien dans ma peau

Bref la liste est encore longue si vous aves tout lu gg je l'aurais jamais fais perso rkzjfke mais bref je suis juste bien et ça ma fait du bien d'être bien ouais je sais ça fait beaucoup de bien mais c'est mon anniversaire donc j'ai le droit de radoter! 😤💖

[katenera18]

"ISRAEL AND PALESTINE WAR"

RELIGION

-Several religious factors pertinent to Islam and Judaism dictate the role of religion as the main factor in the conflict, notably including the sanctity of holy sites and the apocalyptic narratives of both religions, which are detrimental to any potential for lasting peace between the two sides. Extreme religious Zionists in Israel increasingly see themselves as guardians and definers of the how the Jewish state should be, and are very stringent when it comes to any concessions to the Arabs. On the other hand, Islamist groups in Palestine and elsewhere in the Islamic world advocate the necessity of liberating the “holy” territories and sites for religious reasons, and preach violence and hatred against Israel and the Jewish people.

 Religion-based rumors propagated by extremists in the media and social media about the hidden religious agendas of the other side exacerbate these tensions. Examples include rumors about a “Jewish Plan” to destroy al Aqsa mosque and build the Jewish third temple on its remnants, and, on the other side rumors that Muslims hold the annihilation of Jews at the core of their belief.

 In addition, worsening socio-economic conditions in the Arab and Islamic world contribute to the growth of religious radicalism, pushing a larger percentage of youth towards fanaticism, and religion-inspired politics.

The advent of the Arab spring, ironically, also posed a threat to Arab-Israeli peace, as previously stable regimes were often challenged by extreme political views. A prominent example was the Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt, who after succeeding to the presidency in 2012, threatened to compromise the peace agreement with Israel based on their religious ideology – even if they did not immediately tear up the treaty.

BORDER

-The modern borders of Israel exist as the result both of past wars and of diplomatic agreements between the State of Israel and its neighbours, as well as an effect of the agreements among colonial powers ruling in the region before Israel's creation. Only two of Israel's five total potential land borders are internationally recognized and uncontested, while the other three remain disputed; the majority of its border disputes are rooted in territorial changes that came about as a result of the 1967 Arab–Israeli War, which saw Israel occupy large swathes of territory from its rivals.[1] Israel's two formally recognized and confirmed borders exist with Egypt and Jordan since the 1979 Egypt–Israel peace treaty and the 1994 Israel–Jordan peace treaty, while its borders with Syria (via the Israeli-occupied Golan Heights), Lebanon (via the Blue Line; see Shebaa Farms dispute) and the Palestinian territories (Israeli-occupied land largely recognized as part of the de jure State of Palestine) remain internationally defined as contested.[2]

According to the Green Line agreed upon in the 1949 Armistice Agreements, Israel is demarcated by Lebanon to the north, the Golan Heights under Syrian sovereignty as well as the rest of Syria to the northeast, the Palestinian West Bank and Jordan to the east, and by the Palestinian Gaza Strip and Egypt to the southwest. The Israeli border with Egypt is the international border demarcated in 1906 between the United Kingdom and the Ottoman Empire, and confirmed in the 1979 Egypt–Israel peace treaty; the Israeli border with Jordan is based on the border defined in the 1922 Trans-Jordan memorandum, and confirmed in the 1994 Israel–Jordan peace treaty.

TERRITORY

-The Palestinian territories are the two regions of the former British Mandate for Palestine that have been militarily occupied by Israel since the Six-Day War of 1967, namely: the West Bank (including East Jerusalem) and the Gaza Strip. The International Court of Justice (ICJ) has referred to the West Bank, including East Jerusalem, as "the Occupied Palestinian Territory", and this term was used as the legal definition by the ICJ in its advisory opinion of July 2004.[7][8] The term occupied Palestinian territory was used by the United Nations and other international organizations between October 1999[9] and December 2012 to refer to areas controlled by the Palestinian National Authority, but from 2012, when Palestine was admitted as one of its non-member observer states, the United Nations started using exclusively the name State of Palestine.[10][11][12][13] The European Union (EU) also adopts the term occupied Palestinian territory,[14][15] with a parallel term Palestinian Authority territories[16][17][18] also occasionally used. The government of Israel and its supporters use the label "disputed territories" instead.[19]

RESOURCES

Israel

-The natural resources of Israel include potash, copper ore, natural gas, phosphate rock, magnesium bromide, clays and sand. Additionally, cut diamonds are one of the leading exports of the country, which otherwise is primarily dependent on crude oil and raw material imports. The discovery of natural gas fields located near the coast of Israel have successfully transformed the nation’s energy prospect in a big way. In fact, it is estimated that approximately 2.4 trillion cubic feet of natural gas is present within the Karish and Tanin gas deposits, which were originally discovered in 2009 and 2010, respectively2.

Palestine

-Historic Palestine has long had an abundance of natural resources, ranging from fresh and ground water, arable land and, more recently, oil and natural gas. In the seven decades since the establishment of the state of Israel, these resources have been compromised and exploited through a variety of measures. These include widespread Palestinian dispossession of land in the ongoing Nakba, exploitation of water through failed negotiations, and a finders-keepers approach to gas and oil found in our under occupied land.

ORIGIN OF THE PEOPLE

Israel

-The people of Israel (also called the "Jewish People") trace their origin to Abraham, who established the belief that there is only one God, the creator of the universe (see Torah). Abraham, his son Yitshak (Isaac), and grandson Jacob (Israel) are referred to as the patriarchs of the Israelites. All three patriarchs lived in the Land of Canaan, which later became known as the Land of Israel. They and their wives are buried in the Ma'arat HaMachpela, the Tomb of the Patriarchs, in Hebron (Genesis Chapter 23).

The name Israel derives from the name given to Jacob (Genesis 32:29). His 12 sons were the kernels of 12 tribes that later developed into the Jewish nation. The name Jew derives from Yehuda (Judah), one of the 12 sons of Jacob (Reuben, Shimon, Levi, Yehuda, Dan, Naphtali, Gad, Asher, Yisachar, Zevulun, Yosef, Binyamin)(Exodus 1:1). So, the names Israel, Israeli or Jewish refer to people of the same origin.

Palestine

- The genetic profile of Palestinians has, for the first time, been studied by using human leukocyte antigen (HLA) gene variability and haplotypes. The comparison with other Mediterranean populations by using neighbor-joining dendrograms and correspondence analyses reveal that Palestinians are genetically very close to Jews and other Middle East populations, including Turks (Anatolians), Lebanese, Egyptians, Armenians, and Iranians. Archaeologic and genetic data support that both Jews and Palestinians came from the ancient Canaanites, who extensively mixed with Egyptians, Mesopotamian, and Anatolian peoples in ancient times. Thus, Palestinian-Jewish rivalry is based in cultural and religious, but not in genetic, differences. The relatively close relatedness of both Jews and Palestinians to western Mediterranean populations reflects the continuous circum-Mediterranean cultural and gene flow that have occurred in prehistoric and historic times. This flow overtly contradicts the demic diffusion model of western Mediterranean populations substitution by agriculturalists coming from the Middle East in the Mesolithic-Neolithic transition.

NOVA MUSIC FESTIVAL

-The rockets began around 6:30 a.m., Tal Gibly told CNN. Thirty minutes later, she and hundreds of others attending an Israeli music festival were running as Gaza militants fired at them.

The Nova Festival in a rural farmland area near the Gaza-Israel border was just one of multiple locations hit on Saturday morning by the most sustained and coordinated assault inside Israel ever carried out by Hamas militants.

At least 260 bodies would later be found at the festival site, according to Israeli rescue service Zaka. Some attendees were taken hostage, seen in social media videos being seized by their armed captors.

ARE YOU A PRO ISRAEL OR PRO PALESTINE?

-I’m a pro-Israel, because in the first place based on the history and on the bible, Jesus gave the land to Israel. And now the war between the two county is still continuing. Palestine started the war because they were the first one attacked Israel and until now the war between them is not yet ending.

[sparkiekong]

Nickie Catzenberg - Nick Gould

-A Lesson in Vampires 4/9

They’re an ancient race, stemming from a long line that goes back as far as the biblical Eden. They do require blood. Religious icons and holy places have zero effect. Silver is an annoyance at best. Holy water is hogwash unless magically imbued, Garlic is too strong for their noses but will not stop a determined vampire and most importantly they don’t glitter in the sunlight or “love you too much”. Your average media vampire is utterly unlike any actual vampire and that is by design to keep them secret. At their core is a soulless monster who wont think twice about draining you of every drop of blood."

"The only thing the media did get right is the reflection bit. They don't reflect in mirrors....There are two main branches of the evolutionary tree that are vampiric and the older the vampire, the more resistant they can be to all these things. Sunlight is only dangerous to the thin blooded vampires, those who are more than 5 generations separated from the First of each branch, the source vampire. There is much and more to speak of, but I will limit it to the important bits."

"The only things that work are beheading and wood in the heart. The life-force the wood represents is antithesis to the dead heart that lies within their chests. They can become quite obsessive at times due to the nature of their dietary constraints and cannot reproduce in the way humans do. Death cannot bring life… in most situations. They are manipulative predators and will not hesitate to kill or maim in the act self-preservation regardless of how much love or affection they claim to have for you."

"The vampire you are interviewing, this Jure Vulpe. If he is indeed the same one on my historical database, then you are going to be speaking to a very old soul. Perhaps a second or third generation vampire from the source, the First."

The couple sits there a bit dumbstruck at all the knowledge that was just thrown at them, RT sits there a bit uncomfortable for a moment, “Perhaps I’ve revealed too much…”

Nickie shakes her head, “No, RT. It’s fine... Thank you for the information and for trusting us with it. I’m just not sure what questions I should ask now. You’ve answered most of mine. Do you know anything of Jure Vulpe?”

“Unfortunately, there are some big gaps in my information regarding him. He was a very well renowned alchemist in Cairntyp, and his name is found several times throughout the various scrolls regarding many types of herbal concoctions. If he’d been human, we would probably know his name more as most of his remedies are the basis for many medical remedies today, but he disappeared, and others took his place and his recipes. He disappears shortly after a breakthrough in fermentation, it’s unknown why he disappeared at such an important time in a new branching science.”

Dream speaks again, "The private eye, Nick, had a few questions, too." Dream tries his best, gruff noire voice mimicking Nick, "'What do you mean two branches of an evolutionary tree? Does that mean there's more of these 'things' out there and they're all different? How can they date back to biblical times and more importantly, why keep it all a secret? What is this guy's deal?' A thousand and one questions, the private eye had, but this was his angel's show... and he'd hold his questions until he was sure that he couldn't answer them himself. "