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kalims · 2 years ago

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⊹ sworn secrecy

premise. there has been an increasingly concerning amount of random notes you encounter quite literally everywhere, everyday. of which you can't seem to find who exactly keeps posting these.

when there's little wholesome messages for you wouldn’t you be curious as to who it's from?

after asking around, why does everyone saying different names..

content. gender neutral reader, fluff

characters. dorm leaders

cw. none

note. happy birthday to kween vil

"the first note I ever saw was right outside my locker,"

"oh by the hallway to turn right for the cafeteria? it sounds crazy but riddle rosehearts has been there early, always. maybe you should see if it's him?"

riddle rosehearts

first thought was that the statement of that person was absolutely wrong. you don't care if they've seen riddle around your locker early in school, (of which is actually perfect time to sneak in notes) nope. nu-uh. for the sake of your sanity you refuse to believe it.

if there was a person asking you who'd you'd think it was riddle was last on your list. you're pretty sure the guy literally hates you. why would he even bother to take out the time in his tight schedule to leave a 'you look enchanting today' , 'you're doing great' , or a 'if you're not too fond of these just say so, I don't know how else to express my affection' note in your locker that's just.. bizarre.

with the knowledge that riddle is possibly the same person you're looking for makes your interactions all the more awkward. at this point everyone's noticed the agonizingly dry, and tense silence. did you seriously just ask how the weather is doing?

clearly no one likes you because the teacher somehow got the highest thriving student in academic means to tutor you (who was admittedly failing class lately) so what do we have? more pain!

well that's what you honestly thought.

despite you thinking the sessions are just gonna be 95% anger and impatience it was surprisingly.. calm.

riddle was patient and polite enough to intake sharp breaths to contain a burst that could have possibly pop but you think he held back for your sake.

"my bad.."

"it's fine just. listen," he exhales.

then he just closes his eyes and takes several breaths. like he was calming himself and next thing you know he's going over what he said, slowly, carefully and more simple for you go understand.

after weeks of meeting with him for studying you just decide to ask one afternoon.

"those notes are not from me," riddle says. holding a stony face devoid of anger but a meaningful voice. "but I cherish the time we spend together,"

rarely do you ever see riddle adorn such a gentle face with even softer eyes. so safe to say you're completely stoned after registering the genuineness.

oh wow great. riddle isn't the person giving the notes, but he just hinted that he likes you? or.. well on his way to be cause there's no way the strictest guy in the world would casually say that.

"hey did you see anyone stick a note to my backpack?"

"note? where—oh by that bag, right. sorry I didn't I was picking out herbs for potionology. if it helps the only person around here other than me and you is the savanaclaw dorm leader,"

leona kingscholar

okay this is just crazy. riddle being one of the names being mentioned during your 'investigations' was shocking already to say the least but to hear the name of leona kingscholar get thrown around like that is just bizarre.

seriously? that guy looks like he does not know you even exist. heck, you're pretty sure you're one of those people that he sees, and then forgets. a backround character of some type, him being the one behind the notes is beyond you.

you're not even gonna attempt questioning him about it cause you're sure that all you're gonna get is a dead stare, and possibly, a load of mean words.

so you made up your mind.

leona kingscholar is out of question. therefore you're going to avoid him. surely it's just coincidence that his napping spot is near where you hang out after class, right?

isn't he apart of the magishift club? so why in the hell is he doing in your club room? playing with one of your members and actually beating them?

when you see his bored gaze skim around the room and land on you.. you just blank and wish you never joined the club.

"care for a match? you seem like you've got a smart little brain there," he drawls out, giving the student on the opposite seat a stare and they immediately rush away.

you swore your eye just twitch and he noticed because he just smirked. when you realize he's talking to you, you fumble. "uh—no thank you," your lips twitch into smile before dropping the next second.

his green eyes bore into you. "i wasn't asking,"

in the end you managed to beat him in a close match. clearly, that was your mistake cause now you're in a match with him nearly every time of the day since he's so adamant on beating you now.

one thing you learn is that he doesn't really like to lose. especially, in something he's confident he excels in.

the question lingers in your mind. maybe the timing in the botanical garden was coincidental but how can you think that way now that your encounter in the club room just really proved that theory wrong?

"so it isn't you?"

"no," leona says after a while. "I'd never do that,"

well what now? that's two wrong possible suspects. you thought he was done but no apparently. "I have.. other ways in showing my affection," he narrows his eyes. "take you for example,"

you snap your head to him. "excuse me?"

"oh hey! we met before didn't we?"

"yeah. you asked me about the note but I figured you'd want to know that azul's been.. kind of sketchy lately,"

azul ashengrotto

you know azul very well, contrary to your.. previous encounters. seeing as both of you are in the same club, it's privy to see each other daily and you can say that you're both in good in good, friendly terms but you can say that even asking the question you've asked the other two might just shatter that friendship.

also it's just weird to imply that seeing as azul is one of the people you've told about a note to, just one though and it would be embarrassing if he's actually the sender—and.. you just ranted to him about his notes.

well that's just another theory so!

out of everyone in the club he's probably the greatest. if you managed to beat leona you've no doubt that he can too (well. atleast if he puts his mind to it.)

it would be hard to hide your true intentions from azul. he himself has admitted that he's great at reading people and proved that point to you when he just points out the habits you do during games.

it just so happens you both play regularly hence how he notices.

"I know you're bluffing when your face is oddly serious because I know you're just pretending to be 'unreadable' to mask the results you're faced with,"

and he was completely right because you do shift your face into something stony so he wouldn’t be able to get a read on it but that completely had gone to waste..

it can't be azul, has he admired you all this time?

it can't be azul because he's like a daydream. like a cloud. when you'd go out for a walk, look up and try to grasp it but you can't because it's too far away. too perfect to hold in your hands and cherish so you'd just settle for admiring it from afar.

"I don't subject myself to feelings a lot. I'm a professional and I wanted to keep it that way," azul's face burns at the thought that flashes in his mind and the very next words he's about to say. "but I can't seem to do that with you," he admits.

it feels like he's going insane from every time he tries to not let you win, staying silent when there's a key point you're giving out from your face or when you beam at him.

you stare dumbly feeling your cheeks warm. an indirect confession?! another one?!

"don't you think dorm leader kalim might be the one behind it? I mean, out of everyone in NRC we're a little too prideful for something like that.. well him? isn't he perfect for it?"

"I'm starting to get suspicious with what everyone says,,"

kalim al asim

you know kalim al asim but you're not sure that he knows, knows you. he's like an angel to practically everyone, including you. and he can't exactly remember everyone he spares his kindness to so why should he remember you when all he did was share his 'secret spot' in the library?

you didn't exactly expect kalim to be interested in books, but he just says that he doesn't use it for reading but rather a quiet place to simply relax and bask the silence in.

wow. you suppose even guys like kalim get tired and indulge in a little escape.

you did not want to use his spot cause it's called his for a reason! and it feels like you're literally trespassing but godbless kalim because he really didn't mind and that offer was way too attractive to ignore.

sometimes you question how you even missed that heavenly corner in the library.

you yourself didn't particularly expect to end up in the library yourself but exams were coming up and you didn't want riddle's effort in tutoring you ultimately end up in waste. (also the amount of times he didn't snap at you.)

but—

"hi there! I see you're enjoying the spot I've given you," kalim jokes. inclining you to tear your eyes away from the sentence you've been re-reading far too many times.

kalim is sitting on the other chair which normally you'd be bothered with but this is technically his spot so you don't mind. the fact that he remembers is the least of your worries. "hello. yes, thank you. this place is heaven on earth," you smile.

"right? it's perfect," he shines down a bright smile at you. though blinded by it you still agree. it's right by a window with a great view of the campus, nearly no one is near it so it's really quiet, and. surrounded by cute little plants!

you bid kalim goodbye after he says that he just wanted to check if you've really been using it. seeing as he's got a class upcoming (which he actually almost forgot but good thing you asked if he just got out of one.)

in the end he drops by and chats with you everytime he can. sometimes you're the one running into him at the same spot, and he just so happened to arrive earlier.

you can say that you've gotten to be good friends.

to the point where his friend jamil comes and has to drag him away because apparently he's been skipping a lot of stuff just to come and talk to you and you've no doubt he's being serious when he yells that he'll come back as he's being hauled away by jamil and then reprimanded by the staff of the library.

"I've come back," he huffs proudly. kalim smiles brightly at you. "also sorry, I accidentally read a note that was stuck on your umbrella,"

... that one was, 'i really like you' wasn't it? if kalim's saying that then doesn't it mean he isn't the sending them?

then he laughs, "I'd have to agree with them! I do like you a lot too!"

your jaw drops. how can he say that so casually?!

"what do you mean?"

"maybe you're looking at the wrong places? maybe all these people being there are actually just coincidence. they're obvious guesses, no? if you asked me I'd look for people that usually have zero presence. they're the most sneakiest,"

idia shroud

huh.

okay you admit that was one of the smartest thing they've ever said even though they made.. like what? 2 wrong guesses on whoever? at most you don't really know a lot of people that could count as zero presence cause..

nearly everyone you know has some type of charm that attracts attention to them, be it intentional or not they have certain aspects that demand not to be ignored.

though in terms of reputation only one person comes into your mind.

... getting into ignihyde is one thing, coaxing the dorm leader to actually come talk to you, socialize is a whole 'nother story.

so you just settle for asking ortho for his game ID in a game you do play. you've only talked with idia a few times buy enough for you to say that you're atleast acquaintances.

most of the time you meet with him is pure coincidental. since both of your classes align to end and the others next one is the one the previous was in (to make it short you'd basically just switch rooms) so you'd stumble upon the other on the way there.

well not literally idia but just his floating tablet. you're nice enough to spare him a greeting and a little small talk even though most of the time it's you speaking.

to be fair he did stop to listen to you I that counts for anything at all.

ortho was nice enough to let him know about the pending request. probably because idia would have just ignored it. so for that you've officially succeeded in becoming friends with the.. top 1 player world wide with thousand of hours in the game.

you don't mention it when you join him for coop mode but the only thing that pops in your mind is;

"how do you get that crown?"

the chat bubble appears, then disappears before a message pops up. "srsly? this was literally a free item a few years ago *sighs* you only needed to log in to get it,"

you grumble. "I wasn't playing the game at it's release," no life. you twitch to add.

you've joined idia so many times that even he is comfortable enough to pop into your world and start picking out the flaws in your realm. he was all; "who even uses green and red together?"

you protested with great offense. "it was christmas back then!!"

he robs you of the materials you need which you regret telling him at all and leaves the one you don't need. (you don't know if it's all good or not because he let you rob his in turn and gave you 10x the amount you need saying this was from robbing other players)

you've never really envisioned getting so close to a person before. well, atleast you feel close to idia but you're not sure if he feels the same or would even like you admitting that.

which you won't! for the sake of your sanity and relationship.

he takes about a full two minutes to write a reply. deleting, re-writing it several times before he decides on one. "I knew someone as rare as you would get a lot of fans," it read. "I'm a fan of you too. I'm the biggest fan!" coupled with an angry emoji.

and there's the very same crown you liked the day you met in his world.

(the rarest item currently)

you don't wanna assume but the pack of sticky notes that tall, horned person just stuffed in their pocket is really familiar. almost like it's the one you receive everyday, only difference is that theirs is blank, and yours are filled with messages.

"hey! you—yes you! could I uh.. you're my friend now,"

malleus draconia

usually you're more level-headed than adopting random strangers in the halls and claiming them as your friend but after all the guys that were apparently not the perpetrator? you're pretty desperate at this point.

it was.. not like you at all, that you'd admit but it just stuck out to you (haha stuck-stick) so much that it was hard to ignore seeing as it was the same size.

(and no, the sticky notes for you aren't the bland, square ones but some type of luxury brand you're not sure yourself. also.. since when did sticky notes even have a fancy variant?)

this guy seemed like he's shocked by your audacity or just.. shocked in general because he stared at you so hard for about a minute straight before slowly saying;

"are you jesting?"

"no," you answer in a heartbeat.

oh well. you do need a new friend to bother and this guy will do.

(social anxiety is scared of this MC fr)

even though the initial shock wore off he smiled pleasantly at you but the surprised look on his face instantly came back when you introduced yourself and asked for his name.

something mischievous flashes in his eyes and you only realize that he's trailing after you without question. "you really don't know who I am?" wait should you?

you deadpan. "uh.. not really. that's why I asked you,"

he just hums.

his dog was really scary. you think his name was sebek but you don't wanna bother remembering when the first thing he gave you was a disturbed look.

tsunotaro (temporary) was a mysterious person by nature. you're by no means slow and is starting to pick the pieces together. was the reason he looked surprised by your sudden claim on him as a friend was because no one would talk to him?

heck. when you invited him to sit next to you in lunch your friends shared a collective glance and gave you some kind of excuse to leave.

the unbothered look on tsunotaro's face makes you question how many times exactly this has happened for him to be so casual about it.

"I'm sad for you," you slump and tsunotaro raises a brow at you.

"are you upset?"

"no—you don't seem to be upset by them blatantly showing that they wanna be around you," honesty! least they could do was be discreet about it. you wouldn't have questioned it if it hasn't been 5 times straight that they've left.

tsunotaro smiles at your look. "do not waste time pondering about it. I'm already used to it so it's alright,"

that's the thing he's supposed to be upset about it.

you shake your head. "since you don't wanna be offended I'll be offended on your behalf and be sad on your behalf,"

you miss the look on his face.

the heart feels so if you're feeling for him aren't you his heart?

eventually you found out that the sticky notes wasn't even malleus' but something a 'friend' of his requested. so he does know people other than you..

you didn't really want to let go of this thing you established so you didn’t, you held onto it in a vice-grip. sure. it might have started even though your intention was just the sticky notes but now that you had gotten to know him why would you let him go?

you're not sure just how exactly you got into this predicament.

he looks at you firmly. "my name is malleus draconia—" he pauses. "and i would like to be yours,"

... you're counting six people that were not sticky note person and somehow now like you too.

"ugh. you again, you're wrong again! I'm never listening to you. nope. my ears are sealed right now so don't even try,"

"oh? my bad then. I have some interesting news to share to you. I've seen vil around your locker lately, and not just lingering! he's actually staring at the notes! suspicious, right?"

end notes

vil schoenheit

okay so the others were clearly proven to be false and you've lost all hope now so you aren't even gonna try investigating this one cause you already know that it's false.

the vil schoenheit is not the sticky notes person.

maybe you're in denial but out of everyone he's the most prominent person. he did not just use his time to write sweet messages for you to read in his spare time does he? if he does he must have a lot of spare time.

WHICH HE DOESN'T.

compared to him you're like a lone star next to a moon. he shines the brightest and will continue to soak up the eyes of everyone else. you're just something people would look at for a second and forget.

meanwhile the beauty of the moon will remain and be admired.

you like to say that you were just being curious when you wake up extra early to linger in a corner where you could peek to see into the hallway where your locker way.

to your surprise he was really there. standing beautifully and staring at the sticky notes in a certain way you can't comprehend.

longing perhaps? a voice in your head suggests but you shake it off. why would he be longing?

you don't know what to do when he turns and meets eyes with you.. and you're.. currently peeking out the corner like you're stalking him.

maybe you hallucinated the flash of amusement in his eyes. "it seems as though I have a fan, won't you come out?" he abandons the locker completely and takes a look at you.

quietly you shuffle over a considerable distance in front of vil.

"oh,"

vil's face flickers in surprise. you feel like you just caught him red-handed.

"I know you,"

"... you do?" he does? you nervously point at yourself. is that even good or bad?

vil pursues his lips and looks down. he looks oddly soft. "we were casted into a movie together," he explains shortly. smiling thinly at the faint memories.

memories of you.

but you don't remember that at all, but it doesn't really give you an explanation as to why he'd gain a sudden interest. you were just a mere co-worker.

"you said you liked me back then,"

what.

he ignores the flabbergasted look on your face. "normally I would have not cared much, I get told that everyday. but you were persistent in your efforts, as annoying as it was,"

okay should you be freaked out right now or horrified? you did not want to hear that because it just made you seem.. obsessed. and you don't wanna get interpreted as that!

especially by someone as amazing as vil.

"you told me you liked me for me, and now I like you for you,"

"so.. you're the person that's been using the sticky notes?" you widen your eyes when he nods.

gods. of course out of all people it just had to be the person you were in denial about.

you furrow your brows. "but that's not enough for you to suddenly reciprocate. it was years ago,"

vil blinks and casually tears off a sticky note stuck in your locker. "I told you already. I don't like the memories of you. I like you,"

vil's lips quirk up into an easy smile, one you could call that you'd be enchanted with. alluring and beautiful in itself. he pulls out a piece of a sticky note, writes in it before sticking it in your chest.

you're too frozen to register the implication.

that he was the sticky notes person.

slowly you pick it off and he watches you. 'this will be the end of this' presumably referring to the notes. 'because there's no need for it when I can express my like for you freely now'

he tilts his head at you. "my, this takes me back. why don't we catch up over a cup of tea?"

you just let him usher you away.

now that you think about it you're just glad that it was way too early in the morning or else another person would have witnessed that.

*rook in the trees rn*: right

uhh... vil was always the og sticky notes guy I was gonna do but I wanted to switch to idia then remembered it's vils birthday rn so ion wanna betray him LMAO

I know it's weird that vil's the sticky note person but I just thought it was sweet that he could do something simple like that

maybe it's the most he can express it? no one would bat an eye on a sticky note besides the person that receives it so it's perfect.

I don't rlly like vil's part it has lot holes IMAO BUT IDK

there's open interpretation. you can always pretend that vil isn't the sticky notes person and another character is LOL.

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covid-safer-hotties · 5 months ago

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NYT: Cuomo Personally Altered Report Which Understated Nursing Home COVID Deaths by Over 50%, Emails Reveal - Published Sept 19, 2024

By Joseph Feldman

NEW YORk – Former Governor Andrew Cuomo personally altered a state report that significantly underreported the number of nursing home deaths from COVID-19 by over 50%, according to emails cited in a new report.

The New York Times revealed that emails and congressional documents challenge Cuomo’s claim, made during a congressional hearing, that he had no recollection of seeing or reviewing the state Health Department’s report.

In June 2020, Cuomo’s assistant reportedly sent an email to his senior staff with the message, “Governor’s edits are attached for your review,” according to the Times.

Cuomo, who recently testified before the Select Subcommittee on the Coronavirus Pandemic, was not under oath during his testimony but was warned he could face criminal charges for knowingly making false statements.

The former governor’s actions during the early stages of the pandemic have drawn criticism, particularly an order to send elderly COVID-19 patients back to nursing homes, which may have led to as many as 9,000 additional deaths. Cuomo acknowledged he referred to this March directive as “the great debacle” in an email sent to his inner circle.

A July 2020 state Department of Health report downplayed the number of nursing home deaths, a move that a U.S. House committee described as part of a “cover-up.” The House Select Subcommittee on the Coronavirus Pandemic alleged Cuomo’s office had altered the report, but the emails suggest Cuomo was directly involved.

The Times report indicates Cuomo personally added language to the report that placed blame on nursing home staff, visitors, and family members for spreading the virus. During his June questioning by House members, Cuomo claimed he had no recollection of reviewing or editing the report before its release on July 7, 2020.

Although Cuomo is known for avoiding the use of email, the Times noted that none of the emails in question were sent by him.

During a Capitol Hill hearing on September 10, Cuomo’s repeated denials prompted Rep. Mike Lawler (R-NY) to label him a “lying sack of s—t.”

Vivian Zayas, co-founder of Voice for Seniors, whose mother died in a Long Island nursing home after contracting COVID-19, attended the hearing. She accused Cuomo of lying, stating, “If he lied to Congress, he committed a crime. He should definitely be investigated.”

Cuomo’s spokesperson, Rich Azzopardi, responded to the email revelations by insisting that nursing home staff spread the virus, aligning with the findings of the original report. Azzopardi also emphasized that Cuomo cooperated fully with the congressional inquiry and argued that the findings align with CDC guidelines in place at the time.

Cuomo, who stepped down in August 2021 amid sexual misconduct allegations, has been rumored to be considering a run for New York City mayor as current Mayor Eric Adams faces growing scandals.

#mask up #covid #pandemic #covid 19 #wear a mask #public health #coronavirus #sars cov 2 #still coviding #wear a respirator

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comicaurora · 1 year ago

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These have been pent up for a while, so there's a whole list lol. Some are Aurora, some are not.

1) Can lacrimas carry out multiple purposes at once? Or will they blend them? I'm assuming that this is possible, considering that the automaton in the ruins was using a lacrima as a brain

2) Has anyone tried to make tools or weapons out of lacrimas? I'm talking like chisel that needs no hammer. Or maybe a Fire lacrima on a bow that sets your arrows on fire

3) Can you engrave runes on lacrimas to make them affect themselves?

4) Where can I read more about the Twins? If I'm not wrong they're the creator gods, aided by the Light dragon and the Void dragon to create life, but I might be getting a wrong read on that

5) Since we see Erin successfully become the first Void mage, does that now mean there's potential for him to make a Void lacrima? The dragon probably won't allow it, but still

6) What exactly does elemental corruption of each element do? Fire literally burns you up, as we saw in Arc 1. I can infer that Life likely makes you a chimera. Void corruption makes you a cave crawler. But what do the other one do? Does Earth make you a statue? Does Wind disintegrate you, Thanos style?

7) Now onto the non-Aurora questions, is your art vector or raster? I believe it's vector, but it's always better to confirm

8) What are your opinions on reading into the environment and the character design to infer things about the character themselves? In any type of media

9) Have you played Baldur's Gate 3?

10) Do you have any music that you'd recommend? I've listened to every song I liked so many times that I hate them now.

11) I'm new to Tumblr, anything that I should know? You don't have to answer this one if you don't wanna. I think I know some of the basics already. Reblog what you like, and avoid the terfs, right?

You might be able to tell that I like the idea of the lacrimas a little bit. Just a teensy bit. The artificer in me definitely isn't obsessed. I appreciate any answers you can give :3

Cheers!

Ooh, lots of stuff!

Yes, it's possible. A lacrima can be engraved with multiple spells, set in a casing engraved with commands, or some combination of the two. Typically, all spells engraved directly on a lacrima will activate at once when the lacrima is "switched on", but a spell can be quite complex, and conditional activations are possible - "if-then-else" statements, basically.

Yes, magic items exist.

Generally no. If the lacrima is disrupted or broken, the spell generally stops functioning, so a self-affecting lacrima will run only as long as it takes for the lacrima to distort or break.

There's an extra lore page about them!

He probably could if he wanted to (and the Dragon allowed it) but Void energy is very dangerous, so he likely doesn't want to.

Each form of elemental corruption agitates the presence of the element in the mage's body. Earth corruption can damage or alter bones, encourage unhealthy petrification of soft tissues, etc. Wind corruption can have physical effects but it often most obviously produces breakdowns in the person's ability to speak or understand language. Lightning damages, numbs or intensifies a person's physical senses.

Raster, I draw with CSP's digital pens. I've only very briefly experimented with vector art - I don't like how it simplifies the lines.

I think it's a fun school of analysis but, like all literary analysis, it runs into trouble if it tries to lock down exactly what the writer was thinking or intending (which is an objective fact that one can be incorrect about) rather than trying to analyze the story on its own and what meaning might, intentionally or unintentionally, be factoring into it.

Nope

don't trust my taste in music it's 90% nu metal and sonic OSTs

Like what you like, reblog what you want, generally it's considered dubious form to add a comment to a reblog unless you have something profound to contribute (commenting in the tags is fine), steer clear of discourse and callout posts and generally the sectors of the site that are constantly on fire, blocking someone for any reason is 100% fine

#asks #aurora #not aurora

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sgiandubh · 5 months ago

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Savannah you are still a rude bitch. O and if you are going to make allegations, back ot up with documents, evidence. You know like marriage licenses, posts by friends, cast members, mentioning the father and husband's name in congratulations. If he's such a con, bad business person, prove it. You are the one who is making the statement, you need to provide the documents. Tell others to go look it up doesn't cut it.

Dear Savannah Anon,

I have a surprise for you, darling:

If you don't understand anything, this is normal. It was my wicked pleasure to record this in my first native language - Romanian. But since I don't suspect you do speak or understand it, I will first transcript it as is and then translate.

Sinceră să fiu, nu știu cum unii oameni nu se rușinează de propria prostie. Savannah! Nici mai mult, nici mai puțin - serios? Însă asta este, puișor și regrete eterne: după cum poți constata, ai scris din nou tâmpenii, fără să verifici. Pentru că, hai să fim măcar o dată cinstite - sunteți speriate de nu mai știți de voi de apariția mea pe ecranele ordinatoarelor voastre.

Ani de zile și cam de când cu jocul absolut murdar al unui bătrân fără minte care a jucat într-un serial SF de succes, cam pe când Mama Shipper era la liceu, v-ați permis cam orice, fericite și numaidecât consolate de liniștea consensuală și lașă a echipei de producție, a presei, a actorilor principali: am mai scris chestia asta și am să o tot scriu de câte ori am chef, până vă intră în cap. V-ați crezut apoi protejate de șmecheria la fel de fără minte a cuiva care s-a lăudat că vă denunță și apoi, din câte înțeleg, a fugit cu banii trimiși de către o mână de oameni naivi și disperați „să afle adevărul”. Și ați continuat, pentru că știți foarte bine că foarte puțină lume ar fi, în fond, dispusă să vă dea în judecată, peste mări și țări, pentru un motiv atât de pueril, expunându-și familia, viața personală și cheltuind aiurea pe avocați, expertize și așa mai departe. Asta nu înseamnă că lucrurile pe care le faceți nu se constituie într-o infracțiune, și încă una în formă continuată, cu pedepse substanțiale în mai toate sistemele de drept în care trăim: și eu, și voi. Ceea ce faceți voi se numește hărțuire, zi de zi de zi: puțină lume rezistă și, din punctul ăsta de vedere, mă tem că ați încurcat-o, fetele. Cu mine, v-ați găsit nașul, în sensul în care voi răspunde absolut de fiecare dată la porcăriile pe care le trimiteți, cu riscul de a trece drept nemernica de serviciu.

Este dreptul vostru cel mai strict să rămâneți la fel de tâmpite, chiar și în momentul în care veți vedea foarte clar că ați speculat în gol. Este dreptul meu să nu cred o silabă din câte scrieți, iar motivul pentru care nu am să dau niciodată un ban găurit pe ce spuneți, este unul foarte simplu și evident. Cum să cred ce spuneți despre doi oameni complet străini, când am văzut din prima secundă a mea în această comunitate ce tâmpenii spuneți despre mine? Pe care apropo, nu mă cheamă Savannah, dacă nu ați priceput încă chestia asta (știu vag despre cine ar fi vorba și nu, nu sunt eu, slavă Domnului!). Așa că va trebui să vă hotărâți dracului odată: ori trăiesc la Boston, ori la Sydney, ori naiba mai știe pe unde. Ori habar nu am ce spun, ori sunt o cățea brutală, ori sunt nebuna de serviciu, ori inventez. Înțelegeți m��car că prostiile astea nu fac decât să mă informeze că aveți în mod clar o problemă personală cu mine și ați fi nemaipomenit de fericite dacă aș dispărea, intimidată și dezgustată de atâta răutate fără nume. Ar fi, poate, mai înțelept, să nu judecați pe toată lumea după prostiile pe care le faceți și minciunile pe care le spuneți. Cât despre mine, a fost și încă este o mare plăcere să vă fac de râs, total și iremediabil.

And here is the translation, just to make sure the above was in no way a friendly message: but really, darling, what were you expecting from a rude bitch, anyways?

'I honestly don’t know how some people manage to not feel ashamed by their own stupidity. Savannah! Nothing less than that - seriously? But it is what it is, pumpkin and I am sorry to say one more time: as you can see by yourself, you wrote again some mighty bullshit without even checking. Because, let’s be honest, at least for once: my apparition on your screens seems to have scared the shite out of you.

For years in a row, just about the same time a mindless old man (who starred in a successful sci-fi series when Shipper Mom was in high school) was playing a very dirty game with this fandom, you thought you were allowed pretty much anything. Happily comforted by the consensual, cowardly silence of both OL’s production team (and main cast) and the press: I wrote that before and I will write it again, every single time I feel like it, until you get it. Likewise, you felt somehow protected by the mindless trickery of a person who bragged about denouncing you and then, if I understood correctly, ran away with the money she collected from a handful of naive people, desperate to ‘find out the truth’. And on and on you went, because you know very well that few people would eventually be able to sue faraway you, for such a puerile reason, exposing their family and private life, and spending foolishly on lawyers’ and expertise fees. That does not mean, however, that what you do is not a continuous offence, punished as such by pretty much all our countries’ legal systems. What you guys do, on an almost daily basis, is called harassment: few people can stand it, but unluckily for you, I am afraid you’re screwed, girls. You’ve just met your match, in the sense I shall always answer to all the garbage you send and I really don’t give a damn if I am just the bitch you love to actively hate, or something.

It is your strictest right to remain idiots, even when it will be very clear that all you did was just empty speculation. It is my own right not to believe anything you write, and the reason for it is very easy to understand. How could I ever believe what you are saying about two perfect strangers, when I could see from my very first moment in this fandom all the idiocies you wrote about me? And by the way, in case it wasn’t already crystal clear for you, doll: my name is not Savannah (I vaguely think I know who that is and thanks God it’s not me!). So you’d better decide: I either live in Boston, Sydney or God knows where else. I am either clueless, or a rude bitch, or insane, or making things up. It is high time you understood that all these idiocies tell me you and I clearly have a personal problem, and that you’d be over the moon if I disappeared, intimidated and disgusted by all this nameless malice. Well, it would be wiser not to judge everyone by your own drivel and lies. And it was and still is one of my greatest pleasures to make a complete fool of all of you, over and over again.'

#anon #fandom #shitshow #weekly audio

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michanvalentine · 10 months ago

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Things about Vincent Valentine that I read around and piss me off. Vol.2

"Vincent was too shy and passive. He is an idiot."

Usually in reference to his attitude towards Lucrecia after the breakup. As if he could somehow save his relationship with her (and thus prevent everything else). I say yes, perhaps he could have sought further clarification, but for me the situation has never been so simple and linear.

Ok, let's start from the beginning. First of all, Vincent is a sensitive and intelligent person, with an above-average education. A person who thinks a lot, even too much. So calling him an idiot, especially in such a context, is really having a superficial reading of the character. Honestly, this statement bothers me a lot even when it is extended to the other part: Lucrecia. But that's another story... Secondly, let's remember that the two had a real relationship. In DoC Vincent was never a sort of stalker fixated on Lucrecia despite the unrequited love, as he might have appeared in the OG (unless the remake wants to tell yet another story.) Even Hojo was aware of their love story, in fact when Lucrecia pronounces the fateful "Yes, doctor" he says: "So you've come to your senses and chosen me." And I don't think Hojo was exactly the type to care about gossip.

That said, I would add my interpretation on Vincent's "passivity". A while ago I read a comment, something like: Lucrecia went with Hojo to gauge how much Vincent cared about her, since she thought he hated her due to the Grimoire's death. So she was waiting for Vincent to react and take her away from Hojo, but Vincent was just too shy and passive to do something so outrageous. I couldn't help but respond to this comment like this: This would be a really sick way of demanding attention. In this case Lucrecia would be truly mentally ill and Vincent would simply be a sane person who behaves properly. I believe there are several biases in this regard. First and foremost, the old-fashioned concept of Prince Charming rescuing the damsel in distress. Which I hate. Secondly I don't think Lucrecia left Vincent because she thought he despised her for the Grimoire incident. Otherwise she wouldn't have needed to push him away, because in that case Vincent himself would have been the one to leave her. No, the reasons are different:

Feelings of guilt led her to think she couldn't be by his side. As if Vincent didn't deserve someone as bad as her in his life.

Every time she looked at Vincent, given the extreme similarity, she saw Grimoire again and remembered the event that had traumatized her.

Obviously Lucrecia didn't put Vincent to the test, she was determined to put as much distance as possible between her and Vincent because she felt it was right for him and too painful for her to continue. Stop. The relationship with Hojo is an addition, but also desired for other reasons. She neither expected nor wanted to be saved. Not to mention that Vincent is not Lucrecia's father and had neither the responsibility nor the duty to do so. She is an adult. Certainly, by breaking off their relationship, Lucrecia has also made a decision for Vincent. He didn't object, he passively accepted and stepped aside. But are we sure he could have done otherwise? Are we sure he could change Lucrecia's mind? How exactly? Young Vincent was naive and introverted, but Vincent's passivity in this case was also determined by other factors. Maybe he could have made his feelings about Grimoire's death and about Lucrecia more clear. But at the same time I think it wasn't necessary, because they were obvious. It's Lucrecia who no longer knows what her true feelings are. And she will only be able to clarify them for herself later, in fact at the end of DoC she will confess to Vincent: "I finally realized my true feelings. Even if you may never understand them".

But let's analyze the facts and see how they unfolded. Given the above, at first Lucrecia was so focused on herself due to guilt that she was numb to everything else. Even to Vincent. In DoC, when Vincent discovers the file on Grimoire, Lucrecia yells at him to "stop it". She doesn't want to listen and at the same time she doesn't give him a chance to express himself. Likewise, after apologizing to him, she ran away without giving him a chance to reply. And let's remember that out of the blue he was left by the love of his life for no valid reason, at least from his point of view. Not to mention that Grimoire's death must have been painful for him too. Reacting is not easy when you are confused, grieving and heartbroken. From that moment on, Vincent Valentine was completely cut out of Lucrecia's life. Lucrecia keeps him at a distance, due to points 1 and 2 above, and as a final barrier she puts Hojo in the middle (of course, the scientist is there too for other reasons). In the scene around the table, when Vincent asks her "if she's sure", Hojo really seems like a wall between the two that still prevents direct confrontation. And Lucrecia appears clearly angry that he has come forward with objections. At the Shinra Mansion Vincent Valentine seems to have no say in anything. Lucrecia doesn't give him the chance to argue, Hojo first rudely silences him because he's just a Turk and then definitively closes his mouth with a bullet. But even if silenced, Vincent's feelings and intentions remain evident. Even Hojo knew them, in fact when he discovers that Lucrecia is experimenting on Vincent's body he says: "How happy this fellow must be. Helping his beloved even after he's begun rotting away." Lucrecia herself, through her data, at a certain point in DoC will say: "I pushed you away, but… now I realize, I never wanted to lose you." And again later: "I made so many mistakes. And I hurt you so, so much. Why did I do what I did?" Deep down Lucrecia knew she had pushed him away for her own personal reasons, and not because he despised her or anything. She knew she had made a mistake, of having been blinded by fear and guilt, that she had mortified his feelings and that she had made him suffer for it, especially because the breakup had been practically forced on him. So I repeat: should he continue to chase Lucrecia, proclaiming his love like a crazy in the hope of changing her mind? Let's pretend he had the opportunity (always excluding kidnappings or ambushes). He could have to, yes, but in addition to reiterating the obvious and saying things already known even to the person concerned (after all, if there is something imperishable, capable of overcoming pain, time and even death, it is the love that Vincent Valentine feels for Lucrecia), she probably wouldn't have listened to him anyway. Because, as Vincent would say, "she was always like that, only believing what she wanted to."

#vincent valentine #ff7 #ff7 rebirth #ffvii #ffvii rebirth #final fantasy rebirth #final fantasy vii #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy 7 #lucrecia crescent #final fantasy 7 rebirth

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trikis-turntables · 1 year ago

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Out of morbid curiosity i went to look at the new story in Dislyte with Sachiko and holy shit. Which fucken hack wrote this? I'm not spoiler tagging this cause really, it's not worth the effort.

I kind of???????Man.

It felt like someone read the original story and wrote a petty rewrite that blatantly shows their biases for and against certain characters.

Like the biggest issue was defo the Gaius plot twist he got actually done dirty?? Idk i feel like its a problem with the isekai/transmigration genre as a whole but you don't innovate by subverting subversions. You just end up going back to stereotypes. OG!Gaius was a subversion of the whole "Stoic Highly Decorated Man in Position of Power that doesn't look like he belongs" and then he proves time and time again that he's approachable and loves and cares for people so deeply that he'd maintain an image of himself (his display of medals--that garners negative comments about his character being prideful, mind you) just on the rare occasion that it could provide some comfort to the people he's helping. He lives eVERYDAY, trying to live up to Hannah's memory. This is a man that misses burnt peach pie because his wife made it for him. In the new storyline..he's just a transcendent obsessed, power hungry bastard. None of the character nuance.

And then Abigail and Alexa. I hate that they're not allowed to just be morally grey characters. New update makes them "acceptably" morally grey which IMO just flattens their characters. "Yes, a female character can be morally grey if they are your allies." Like fuck right off lmao. What's that??? The central intrigue of Abigail's personality is her ruthlessness contrasted with her softness for the few (few) people she actually cares about. It's literally her song. Roses in the snow.

And ugh. I hate the new "human"-ist moral of the Unknown Story. The fun part of the original Dislyte story was that people *dont know* what to think about Esper powers. Like Miracles are Dangerous, that's been established. Miramons are unknown beings that tend to cause mayhem and destruction. But on the espers' side? We run the gamut of characters seeing their powers as a source of good-- that because they gained powers they can better help and protect others (Tang Xuan, Li Ling, Ahmed, Bardon etc); to characters that hate their transformation because it turned them into monsters or changed their appearance in such a way to cause them great discomfort and body dysphoria (Nu Xi, Brewster, Heng Yue) and so many more that are ambivalent or have other things to worry about. And the central interest of their humanity *was* that contrast of perspectives. Shadow Decree was interesting as a unit because their mission statement was "Esper Acceptance" and that can mean both "we should understand how espers works so we should research it" to "live and let live" to "Esper Supremacy". Like remember when the story used to show the dichotomy of the glitz and glam of the Esper Union against the backdrop that many common folk and non powerful espers discriminated against Espers? That's the subversion. To flatten the message to "we must save the humans!!" and "esperification unilaterally corrupts and makes people go power hungry" is a 12 year old's idea of writing and nuance because it /ignores/ that people can have different perspectives over the same thing.

And haaaah. Like if anything that dislyte is good at, its in making characters that at least a few people will care about even if theyre mentioned shortly. That's just how strong the personalities are in this game. But it's kind of telling that I've seen no fanart or writing of Sachiko at all. Berenice, for how much I did not vibe with her or care about her in the story is beloved by even more people than I can count. (Also just petty sidenote: when a 'soft' female character gets 'corrupted' by power, and also the trope of female character having to be "saved" by ...getting mcfucken murdered by the masc main character)

But I think it's just sad that they cared so little for the new story that they couldn't even come up with a name for the Miracle. Unknown Miracle? You didn't even want to know your own story, man.

#dislyte #im an honors server player #ive been here since the start.

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brucethegirl · 8 days ago

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Forehead kisses by HundredTimes

Killian reads his daughter a bedtime story. It's one their family knows well

Notes:

I'm still on my "Killian worries what his daughter will think of him" kick and I doubt I'll come off it anytime soon.

This isn't romantic fluff so much as family fluffy goodness.

Written for Fluff-ruary more details of which can be found here

Part 1. Part 2

Also available on ao3 and ff.net

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Killian winced as the story book version of himself stole the magic bean and potentially doomed the town he now called home. The woman he now knew to be his true love with it. He closed the book and turned to his sleeping pirate princess, the golden curls that matched his wife’s in a tangled mess. He used his hook to gently draw a tendril of hair away from her face and leaned over to kiss the top of her head. She gave a little grunt of dissatisfaction, and he sighed. She wasn’t as asleep as he’d assumed. Now he’d have to start the process over, because heaven’s knew he couldn’t deny her anything. Even a tenth “one more story.”

“Why’d you stop?” Came the almost incoherent, tiny question.

“Because you fell asleep.” He whispered back.

“Nu-uh” she strongly denied with all the precociousness that only a child could muster.

“Well you should.” He offered, not quite desperately. For one thing, he knew Emma wouldn’t stay up all night, and he planned to have a quiet but vigorous evening in their bedroom.

Hope kicked her legs in a half hearted attempt at whining. “But you didn’t finish the story.” She wasn’t particularly good at it, as she barely ever had to ask for anything more than once.

He gave a rueful chuckle, “no, but we got to the end of a different one.”

She looked up at him with the same furrowed brow expression he saw in the mirror. “Papa, that isn’t how stories work.”

He opened the book back up to the page he’d left off, “well, sure it is.” He pointed to the picture accompanying the story, of his holding the magic bean in the palm of his hand. He remembered the moment well. The moment he turned the Jolly Roger around and decided to be a better person.

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted. “But it wasn’t a happy ending,” She continued, her tiredness making her more argumentative than she typically was. Or maybe it was her own personality beginning to shine through. She was almost 8, and was developing more and more her own identity inspired by those around her. Even if the stubbornness of her mother was something he would have hoped she hadn’t inherited. “The story doesn’t end without a happy ending.”

He weighed her statement. “That’s true. But this is the end of the villain’s story.” He finally countered and she looked up to him, shocked.

They hadn’t yet let her read the story book on her own, and when they read it to her at night they usually only read the highlights. Their adventure through the past, or across Neverland. The way their true love had conquered death, through they presented it as though it was just another separation across realms. They had started reading more of the book when Hope caught on that books didn’t begin a few dozen pages in. They were still editing what they told her, still skipping some bits. Telling inane anecdotes of their respective youths and pretending to read it off the page. Being raised by fairy tale characters, Hope didn’t think twice that the story changed every time someone read from it, and therefore Mommy couldn’t tell the story about Papa catching frogs as a boy again.

As a result, she was spared most of the truth of why even still some people acted strange around her father. Why some people took wide berth, or kept a watchful eye. She was small, but observant. She noticed many people treated him the same way they did Regina or especially Mr. Gold, Gideon’s father; noticed it was markedly different from how the rest of her family was treated.

She reached for the book, her little hands flipping to the images of people she knew and loved. “Who’s a villain?” She asked sarcastically. That would be Regina’s influence, and he closed his eyes before he could roll them.

He sighed heavily and pointed at himself holding the magic bean. “I was.”

Her face was less shocked than it was confused. “Papa.” She stated like she was about to explain something very simple to someone very unintelligent. “You’re not a villain. Mama isn’t a villain. We’re heroes.”

“Hope,” he started, unsure if he even really wanted to get into this so late at night, so far past her bed time. But he also knew this was an opportune moment that he wanted to avoid. “When I first met Mama. I was not a nice pirate.” Her brow furrowed like she was going to argue some more. “No, it’s true. Remember how we told you I’m very very old?”

“Like Gideon’s dad.” She supplied, remembering the very confusing conversation.

Killian’s jaw tensed and he breathed slowly out of his nose, “Yes. Like… Gideon’s dad.” He cleared his throat of the acrid hatred that tried to over take him as he compared himself to the crocodile. “I’m very old because, like Gideon’s dad, I did very bad things for a really long time.”

She looked down to process that, and Killian felt himself not even breath. He decided the best bet for his own sanity was to continue to explain. “When I met your Mama, she showed me I could choose to do something good.” He tapped the story book, “She showed me I didn’t have to be a villain anymore if I made one right choice after another. This is when I decided to make my first good choice.” His heart weighed heavy in his chest. He was admitting, for the first time, to someone who had only ever known him as a hero. Someone who idolized him, and thought he could do no wrong. Someone whose opinion of him mattered more than anyone else he’d ever met, including his true love.

She understood the concept of villains. They’d covered them in the story book before. But never as people she loved and who loved her. One day he’d have to tell her of all the terrible deeds he’d done. How he’d done more than steal candy or get into fights and bite others. They may or may not have used villains as a cautionary tale for Hope’s own misdeeds in day care.

His heart stuttered at the thought of her learning the truth, and knew it wouldn’t be as far off as he hoped. Such as when she was 50.

She flipped the book back to when he first got his hook. He was staring out at the horizon, and had an intense glint in his eyes. A dashing portrait even if it was the darkest point in his life.

“I believe that’s your mother’s favorite,” he chuckled, trying to lighten his heart.

Hope didn’t understand the joke, and stayed silent. “This is how you got to stay around long enough.” She finally said, sagely. “You had to do all those bad things to stay around long enough.”

His brow furrowed as he turned to her, brushing her hair gently. “Oh? Long enough for what?”

“To meet mommy.”

“And meet you?”He asked, brushing the steel of his hook against her soft, chubby cheek. She’d never been afraid of it, as he’d feared she would be when she was born. He could have never imagined the absolute acceptance Hope offered him every day. Even with Emma always encouraging and reassuring him.

She giggled, “yea. I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t been a villain.”

And that, in such simple English, lifted his heart in a way Emma’s words of his heroism never did. It was true, and he didn’t need his wife’s ability to tell when someone was lying to realize it. “You know, when you were born,” He stared into a middle distance for a moment, a small smile on his lips. “And I held you for the first time. I knew then, that I couldn’t have been so bad, if I could help create something so perfectly good.” He tapped her nose with a crooked finger.

She giggled again. His Hope, his future. Everything he and Emma had fought for taken physical form. The giggle puttered out into a yawn, and he leant down to kiss her forehead, cupping the back of her head to him. He brushed his own cheek against it and she wiggled at the scrape of his beard.

“I’ll tell you one more story, but you have to promise to go to bed.” He offered, closing the book.

She wiggled further into the covers, leaning against him when she was fully covered to her chin. He readjusted his weight to make it easier to leave the bed when she fell asleep, but still able to hold her close. He began, quietly and slowly. “Once upon a time, there was a princess, born of true love…” Her favorite story.

She was breathing evenly, fast asleep, before he even got past the beginning.

#captain swan #hope swan jones #killian Jones #my writing #fanfic

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presleyhearted · 1 month ago

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Yours Truly - Chapter 15: Please, I love you.

・❥・pairing: Elvis x original female character

・❥・genre: slow burn, mystery, angst, fluff.

・❥・summary: In which a 21-year-old girl suddenly finds herself having consecutive dreams of a particular rock ‘n’ roll star whom she has never met and who died 45 years ago.

・❥・ Ratings & warnings: descriptions concerning night terrors, but also not exactly. an angsty chapter.

❥・a/n: Happy New Year! <3 Thank you to those who are still reading and supporting this fic. I have made a few changes to the outline of this fic, but nothing major. Just that it will be picking up its pace. So get ready. Things will start happening :)

dividers by @cafekitsune

chapter index | previous chapter | chapter 16

“The heart remembers what the mind forgets” - unknown

NOVA

Whispers. Shadows. More shadows.

I tried to squint my eyes at the bright light that seemed to grow brighter and brighter in my direction. It suddenly dims and I am met by pitch black nothingness. The whispers seemed to have stopped as well. But different sounds replace it.

Rushed footsteps. Yelling. Camera flashes.

And is that beeping? The kind of beeping that seems to be triggering the worst headache of my life.

“Control the crowd!”

I hear a voice yell out, in a tone of panic.

“Careful!” Another voice yelled out.

The nothingness merges into a blurred scene. But I still can’t quite figure out what is happening around me. All I see is white, pristine white it seems.

What is happening?

Where am I?

Why can’t I remember how I got here? What even is here?

“I’m here, I ain’t leavin’ you. I’m here.” A gentle voice says to me, and why does it sound so familiar? But my brain can’t place it. His voice is clear and I swear I can match it to a person, but it’s like my brain has built a wall - preventing me from passing through.

My voice is caught in my throat.

“Please, I love you.” It is the same voice. But his tone is filled with pain and desperation.

I know you. I know this voice. But why is my brain not connecting this? Of course, I know who this voice belongs to because if I didn’t - why is my heart feeling like it’s being gripped so tightly that it bleeds that terrible painful agony?

“Nova? Nova? Wake up!”

I gasped awake, shooting up from the bed in shock. My body feels warm and as I look down at myself, my pajamas are sticking to my skin with my clothes seemingly drenched in sweat. I looked around me, this is my bedroom and Luke is sitting on my bed with an expression of worry.

“Oh, thank fuck you are awake!” He sighed in relief, and never in my life had I seen my best friend with such an expression of worry for me. Never this serious.

I drink the glass of water on my bedside table, trying to catch my breath.

“I. . . I didn’t even. . . didn’t know I was dreaming.” I said, looking down at my hands trying to replay what I just witnessed in my mind a mere moment ago.

“I don’t think that was a dream,” Luke replied, his tone catching my attention as I looked up to meet his eyes.

“Nova, you were screaming.” He emphasized.

I furrowed my eyebrows at this statement, shaking my head, “No, I wasn’t.”

“Nu-uh. Yes, you were.” He gestured towards my bedroom door, “My bedroom is all the way down the hallway and I literally heard you screaming. I ran as fast as I could because I honestly thought someone had broken into our apartment. When I saw you, I was relieved that was definitely not the case. But bestie, you were screaming and full-on crying, whatever the hell that nightmare was. You scared the shit out of me.” He explained honestly.

I was shocked at the information, Luke loves to joke around because that’s just how he is. But he would never kid around about something like this, especially when there is not even an ounce of comedic relief in his face.

I bit my lip as I cautiously asked, “How long was I like that for?”

He shook his head, “I don’t know, like ten minutes? All I know is that I tried to shake you awake, but you still carried on.”

“I’m never like this,” I told him.

“Yeah, but that’s the only thing that almost made me shit myself scared.” His eyes were wide, as he recalled it all.

“Oh gosh, I didn’t throw anything did I?” I panicked, thinking the worst that I might’ve hit Luke with something without being aware.

“No, not that. But it’s the words that you were screaming.” Luke explained.

“What? What do you mean?”

“It’s like horror meets the romcom genre, honestly you were screaming ‘I’m sorry! I love you!” Luke acted out dramatically, trying to lighten the mood now.

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly serious.” He nodded, “Is it an ex? I know you and that guy almost had a thing, but bestie - I don’t think that reaction was for him. Like I don’t know. . . it was intense.”

I ran a hand through my hair in absolute confusion, “No. . . I really don’t know why that happened to me.”

“If you need to talk, you know you can talk to me about anything?” Luke said, pure concern in his eyes as he pulled me into a hug.

“Yeah, I know,” I mumbled, my brain still occupied by the information that he gave me and the contents of that dream or nightmare or whatever it was.

I was grateful that it was Winter break because I really didn’t think I could pay attention in any of my classes with that strange occurrence that just happened to me. Of course, everyone has nightmares, I’m not immune to it. But I never act like that ever. I don’t even talk in my sleep, let alone scream and cry while I’m sleeping. I like to believe that nightmares originate from when I’m feeling upset or have a lot of stressful things going on, but I am okay. I’m stable. I know in when I am stressed my emotions are everywhere. I’m definitely not in that state at the moment. I’m sure of it.

Another thing that confuses me is that the actual ‘nightmare’ was anything but horrifying. It was confusing for sure because I didn’t know what the heck was going on, but I wasn’t scared. It was like just trying to figure out the puzzle pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. I’m not even surprised though that I can remember the entire thing. Not that there was much to remember, anyway. Just vague sight of my surroundings but the sounds were prominent and clear. But that voice. . . who was that?

Even with I reassure Luke that I will be fine to sleep alone in my bedroom, he is not fully convinced. This is why we end up sleeping in the living room, which calms him down. I try not to show that I am terrified about closing my eyes and the same thing happening again, but I am exhausted. The TV remains on, in a way that Luke calls ‘therapeutic calming background noise’ as ‘Gossip Girl’ plays in the background. In a way, I suppose, it’s half-joking but also half-hoping it removes all the ‘bad energy’ from entering my mind.

And soon enough, I drift asleep.

I blink and find myself somewhere familiar. I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

I’m in a living room and it’s where I have been before in one of my previous dreams. Graceland.

His back is turned to me, but I know it’s him. A red shirt and a pair of black dress pants adorn him. All the rings on his fingers glint underneath the light of the living room, as he appears to be decorating the Christmas tree that sits in the corner.

I cannot help myself, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m in such relief or that I am just so glad to see him - but my actions happen before my thoughts.

“Elvis!”

He turned around with that smile of his, and I ran to him as I flung my arms around him. He takes the sunglasses off his face, appearing to me in this dream as him from the 1970s. He quickly, almost instinctively, wraps his arms around me in a tight embrace. I don’t realize it immediately, but tears are running down my face as I hide my face in the crook of his neck. His scent is so present and comforting.

“Honey, tell me, what happened?” His voice is laced in concern, as he pulls his face back from the hug. Eyebrows furrowed, lips in a frown as he awaits my answer. His hand delicately wipes away the tears from my eyes.

My voice is stuck in my throat again, “I. . . I just. . . please, just hold me.”

He nods in understanding, I can tell that he’ll want to hear more later. But for now, he grants me my wishes and holds me tighter than ever. I don’t even realize that I’ve swung my legs and I am practically on his lap.

Elvis moves and I suddenly find this sinking dread from the loss of contact.

“Please, don’t go,” I said, barely recognising my voice, from the hoarseness of it.

“It’s alright, doll. I’m just gettin’ you more comfortable.” He replied softly, as he carried me to the couch and lay me down. But now there’s not enough space for him to be beside me, so he sits himself down on the floor. Elvis takes my hand and kisses the back of it.

“What are you doing on the floor?”

Elvis shakes his head, “Nothin’, honey-”

“I want you next to me, please,” I said, the words flowing out of my mouth like it was the most natural thing to say in the world. I knew in myself that I had never expressed myself like this before to him, but somehow, I also knew that I could be vulnerable and comfortable with him and he’d understand.

I can’t explain it clearly, but there is just that feeling.

I craved his hug. It was comforting and gentle and the loss of it, the loss of contact - it was this dread. This feeling that I disliked so greatly.

“As you wish, darling.” He steals a kiss on the cheek, in which I gasped but he smirked at my rosy cheeks.

The next thing I knew, he had me in his arms, bridal-style. I wrap my arms around his neck as he starts walking. I close my eyes as I lean my head against his chest. The next thing I knew he was setting me down on soft sheets. I blink my eyes open and survey my surroundings - it must be his bedroom. I see Elvis lying on a blanket on the floor beside me and a pillow.

“Elvis, am I being too much? I’m sorry, I jus-”

He looks at me in confusion, “No, Nova, what makes ya think like that?”

“You are on the floor and I just wanted you next to me. But I’m thinking now that I’m requesting too much from you and-”

He interrupts me by getting up and easily taking up the space next to me on the bed. I turn so we are facing each other, he takes my hand again and plants another kiss.

“Never. You can never be too much for me.”

“But-”

“I didn’t want to make ya uncomfortable that’s why I was on the floor,” He explained, scratching the back of his neck.

I suddenly felt embarrassed, “Oh.”

Elvis bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress a smile, “C’mere.”

He pulls me into his arms. His chin sat atop my head, as he drew soothing circles on my back with his hand. I closed my eyes as I breathed in his scent.

“I promise I won’t go.” He said.

“Good. I like you here with me.” I replied, almost in disbelief at how bold the words were and how easy it was for me to say to him.

He chuckled and the sound helped heal the tears in my eyes, I swear. I let out a yawn and fatigue envelops my body.

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ELVIS

“I’m here, I ain’t leavin’ you. I’m here.” I replied to her, but she didn’t hear this because she drifted into a sleep.

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creepiecreator · 5 months ago

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The outsiders gang at Cracker Barrel??

Darry tried to keep the guys in line. He really did. But he could only do so much when they all decided to act up at once. And unfortunately for him, they all ended up doing exactly that when they had gone out to eat for once. It wasn’t often they went anywhere besides a cheap diner or Dairy Queen, but when they all put their funds together they were able to get the cash to go out to Cracker Barrel for once. And honestly? He absolutely regretted it. From the moment they sat down it was chaos. Twobit was cracking jokes and laughing way too loud, sure. That was to be expected. Soda was too fidgety and knocked over his chair and damn near busted his hand while doing it? A pain in his ass, and a little embarrassing but that's fine. The real problems came from Dallas, like normal. He loved the guy to hell and back, he was practically his brother. But the guy really needed to learn to shut his trap when it came to harassing the waitress. Making comments that could even make hoods blush. He knew. Thanks to those three alone that they’d be thrown out any minute. Course. Then Steve had to start on his bullshit too. Of course, he did. After all, when his kid brother started up, Steve always ended up following. Or vice versa. It was like a pattern at this point. Twobit cracks a joke-sometimes admittedly an actual funny one, he laughs. Dallas tries to make life harder for the waitress, Sodapop gets fidgety with the silverware and gets into a mock play fight with said silverware with Steve. At least Ponyboy and Johnny were mostly just talking with each other…until. Of course. They weren’t. Steve ended up bumping into Pony, which resulted in Pony throwing a sarcastic statement his way which started a fight and. Well. Darry was honest to god starting to get a migraine. Things continued on for a little while longer than he had thought it would. The waitress, while clearly annoyed, must have had the temperament of a saint to put up with them for as long as she did. And Soda, at the very least, had started to settle down. He was getting hopeful that maybe things would go in the right direction, and they would end up all settling down properly so they could eat until… Johnny had tried to blow his straw wrapper at Ponyboy. It wouldn’t have been a problem had he actually hit his target. But instead it had ended up targeting the long-suffering waitress. And that, of course. Had to be the final straw. Pun not intended, though he was fairly certain that Twobit would appreciate that thought. All seven members of the group were swiftly kicked out of the restaurant, Twobit still seeming incredibly amused at the whole situation, Johnny seeming mortified and Darry was just tired. He piled them all up into the car, only to shoo Sodapop away when he tried to get into the passenger seat in the truck. “Nu uh, Soda. You’re in the back. Johnny’s up front if anyone is.” he stated simply, giving the other the look that only an overly exhausted older brother could give. “What? But he’s the one who got us kicked out!” The complaint, fortunately, wasn’t from his brother. But from Twobit, who seemed to be more curious about his decision than anything. Or maybe he was just drunk and complaining to complain. Either way. He wasn’t going to entertain the idea. “Johnny was the least problematic person there. C’mon up, kiddo.” He called, gesturing for the tiniest greaser to hop up in the front seat with him. Darry most certainly didn’t miss the little mischievous smile that crossed his features when he glanced over to Ponyboy and the others, even if it was on his face only briefly as the other came up front. He thought they were all good to hit the road when Twobit, like always, thought it was a bright idea to open his mouth. “So, are we gonna go to the diner instead?”

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years ago

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Good evening, I got another idea for your new event

Aces' older brother and grim interaction like "oh, Ace, how you got so tall— agh! It's not Ace" "oh? Oh. Oooh, hello. Isn't it that 'stupid raccoon' my lil' bro was talking about? " "HEY! Don't call THE great Grim raccoon! "

[Referencing this interaction!]

… I like how we’ve come to a silent consensus that Big Bro Trappola is just a taller version of Ace 😂

Fun fact: In the JP fandom, a lot of fans call Ace’s brother “Jack”, a reference to the character “Jack Hearts” from the Villain Recruiters group (part of Tokyo Disney Sea’s Halloween events).

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

You heard Grim's familiar shrill cries echo up from the bottom of a twisting stairwell. Peering down over the banister, you found an auburn-haired boy detaining Grim by the scruff, the poor little beast flailing for freedom. You called out to them as you jogged down the stairs, speaking a name you knew so well: Ace.

As you approached, a realization started to set in—that Ace was far taller than usual. But surely it was the same cheery troublemaker you'd always known. He had the same cheeky smile and bright eyes.

A growth spurt? Or had he defied Riddle's warnings to not eat the dubious mushrooms that grew in the Heartslabyul gardens?

Ace casually raised his free hand to wave as you descended. “Yo.”

“Hey!! Wow Ace, when did you get this tall?” you said teasingly.

The corner of his mouth lifted, amused. You noticed that he had parted his bangs today, and had drawn on his heart much smaller, more of an accessory than a statement piece.

“Well, you know how it is. A growing boy like me’s always got something up his sleeve.”

“M-Minion, there you are!!” Grim sputtered, aggressively kicking his furry feet midair. “Quick, after this imposter!”

“Imposter?”

“Don’t mind him. Little dude’s got his tail in a twist cuz I called him a raccoon.” A wicked grin crept onto Ace’s lips. It was easy and devil-may-care—and Ace was that devil. “Isn’t that right, ta-nu-ki-chan?”

He prodded Grim’s cheek with each singsong syllable. One, two, three, four… and Grim lost it.

“MYAAAH!!” He thrashed about wildly, swiping his paws at his just-out-of-reach captor. “I’m so MAD, I could spit!! When I get my paws on you, I’ll…!”

“Watch it, or you’ll set the whole dorm on fire,” you warned, “and then we’ll have an upset Riddle to deal with.”

“Who, the teapot tyrant? Isn’t he off sipping tea somewhere? I wouldn’t worry about him.”

“Ace!!” You gaped at him, eyes wide. “You talking about him is just going to make Riddle magically manifest to collar you again! It’s like the universe is out to get you at this point.”

“I’m cool with that. I doubt he’ll behead me anyway.”

“What makes you think he won’t?!”

Ace simply shrugged and wiggled his brows—as if daring you to guess. “Let’s just say I don’t think I’m the guy he’d be after,” he said mysteriously with a wink.

“AHHHHHHHH!!”

You startled at the scream that tore through the air. Your head whipped in the direction of it, expecting an enraged Riddle, face red and nostrils flaring, charging at you. Instead, the person scrambling over was…

“Ace?!”

You looked back at the young man holding onto Grim, then again at the one fast approaching. Side by side, the little differences between them came to light.

The taller Ace was sharper in every way—eyes, lips, face. His attire was far more casual than Riddle would allow for: an open vest, dress shirt undone a few buttons, a loose tie thrown over his shoulder. He had a relaxed maturity about him, as though Ace had been aged into some semblance of adulthood, but had maintained all of his wonder.

The imposter assumed a sheepish smirk. “‘Sup, lil’ bro?”

“Don’t ‘sup, lil’ bro me!!” Ace groaned, marching over to land a swift punch to his brother’s arm arm. “Dude, you can’t just ditch me to go screw with my friends! Only I'm allowed to do that!"

“My bad, my bad. I was just curious about what kinda people you hang around with.” His brother laughed, setting Grim back on the ground. You were quick to grab him before he circled around to attack the older Trappola’s pant leg.

“So,” Ace’s brother continued, his gaze trained on you and Grim, “you must be the ones that had Ace running to Sage’s Island over winter break. He was really worried when you got your SOS text. Basically broke his piggy bank to make sure he had enough allowance to take public transportation back to NRC.”

“Oh? Really? I had no idea he was so desperate to be my hero.”

“H-Hey, don’t listen to him! He’s blowing it out of proportion! I totally wasn’t that worried,” Ace protested. “Besides, if dummies like you and Deuce weren’t around… then school life would be so much more boring. A wellness check here or there’s fine, so lay off!”

His brother chuckled. Leaning into your ear, he murmured, “That’s how Ace shows that he cares.”

“Oi, what are you whispering about?!” Ace cried, elbowing his brother out of the way. “Stop gettin’ all chummy with MY friends and butt out. You’re supposed to be spending time with your family today anyway, so let’s get going!”

“What, I was just about to embarrass you by sharing stupid stories with them~”

“Like I’d like that happen!!” With a pout, Ace yanked on his brother’s arm. “Come on, you have adult stuff to do!!”

"Like you don’t have kid stuff to do?”

“I’m NOT a little kid anymore!”

“And I’m still young at heart.”

Stuck between the duo, you and Grim exchanged knowing glances.

“Those two… they really are alike, huh?”

“You know it, minion.”

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workersolidarity · 7 months ago

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[ 📹 One casualty after another is brought to Nasser Medical Complex in the city of Khan Yunis, in the southern Gaza Strip, today, Saturday, after the Israeli occupation forces bombed a displacement camp filled with Palestinian civilian families in the Nus area of the town of Al-Mawasi, northeast of Khan Yunis, resulting in the deaths of at least 71 civilians and wounding nearly 300 others, according to local reporting. ]

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GAZA GENOCIDE DAY 281: SEVERAL NEW MASSACRES ON TENTS OF DISPLACED PALESTINIAN FAMILIES LEAVES SCORES DEAD AS ISRAELI OCCUPATION ARMY INTENSIFIES ATTACKS ACROSS GAZA

On 281st day of the Israeli occupation's ongoing special genocide operation in the Gaza Strip, the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) committed a total of 4 new massacres of Palestinian families, resulting in the deaths of no less than 61 Palestinian civilians, mostly women and children, while another 129 others were wounded over the previous 24-hours.

It should be noted that as a result of the constant Israeli bombardment of Gaza's healthcare system, infrastructure, residential and commercial buildings, local paramedic and civil defense crews are unable to recover countless hundreds, even thousands, of victims who remain trapped under the rubble, or who's bodies remain strewn across the streets of Gaza.

This leaves the official death toll vastly undercounted as Gaza's healthcare officials are unable to accurately tally those killed and maimed in this genocide, which must be kept in mind when considering the scale of the mass murder.

A new Israeli attack on the tents of displaced Palestinian families in the Nus area of the town of Al-Mawasi, northeast of Khan Yunis, in southern Gaza, has killed at least 70 Palestinian civilians, and wounded nearly 300 others, in the latest example of the Israeli occupation's ongoing genocide of Palestinians in the Gaza Strip.

In a statement issued on Saturday, Gaza's Ministry of Health said that “the death toll of the occupation’s horrific massacre against citizens and displaced people in the Al-Mawasi area of Khan Younis reached more than 71 martyrs and 289 injuries, including serious cases that medical teams are still dealing with up to this moment.”

The Ministry previously stated that “the bodies of 20 Palestinians and over 90 injured arrived at the Nasser Medical Complex in Khan Younis after Israeli forces bombed the Al-Mawasi area.”

Reports shortly after the attack, from Gaza's media office, stated that more than 100 civilians had been killed and wounded as a result of the Zionist army's bombing of displacement tents in a "major massacre" in the Al-Mawasi area, which the occupation army previously declared a "safe" humanitarian zone.

In a statement, Gaza's Media Office said that “the occupation army committed a major massacre by bombing displaced persons camps in the Al-Mawasi area in Khan Younis, leaving more than 100 casualties, including individuals and officers from the Civil Defense according to a preliminary toll."

According to Turkish news organization, Anadolu News Agency, which has reporters on the ground in Gaza, witnesses told the news outlet that the Israeli occupation forces had fired five large missiles into the Al-Mawasi area's displacement camps, which were previously declared a humanitarian safe zone by the Zionist army.

According to the statement of Gaza's Health Ministry, the dead and wounded were transferred to Nasser Hospital, where medical staff were "unable to provide medical services at Nasser Hospital in Khan Younis due to the large number of wounded."

In a statement from the Director-General of Gaza's Civil Defense services, Mahmoud Basal, "One of our members was martyred and 8 others were injured after an Israeli attack on a residential house again while crews were working to rescue citizens from inside the house in the center of Khan Yunis."

He added that the continued large-scale bombing conducted by the Israeli occupation army targeting sites, homes and tents of displaced Palestinians makes it difficult to reach many of the dead and wounded.

The Zionist entity continues to violate the orders of the United Nations Security Council, which demanded an immediate ceasefire in a resolution back in early June, 2024, and continues to face international condemnation over its ongoing genocide in the Gaza Strip.

The Zionist entity has also been accused of genocide at the International Court of Justice (ICJ) at The Hague, in the Netherlands, where a recent ruling ordered the Israeli occupation army to immediately halt its military operations in Gaza's southern city of Rafah, where, at the time, more than 1 million Palestinians had sought shelter from the army's endless bombing, shelling and gunfire, as well as drone and missile strikes, before itself being invaded on May 6th.

Unfortunately for the Palestinian population of Gaza, the Israeli occupation's audacious massacres and war crimes continued on Saturday, July 13th, when occupation forces bombed a prayer hall near the White Mosque in the Al-Shati Refugee Camp, west of Gaza City, resulting in the deaths of more than 25 Palestinian civilians, and wounding dozens of others.

Meanwhile, large-scale massacres aside, the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) continued to target the homes and shelters of Palestinian families across the Gaza Strip, killing and wounding dozens more civilians, and leaving countless thousands of people without shelter.

On the 281st day of the genocidal operations in the Gaza Strip, a retreat of the Zionist army's Merkava tanks and other armored personnel carriers from the Industrial area and the Tal al-Hawa neighborhood, south of Gaza City, has revealed the presence of dozens of martyrs inside their homes, executed by the occupation army.

Since Friday, Palestinian rescue crews have continued their work to retrieve the bodies of the dead and wounded from the Tal al-Hawa neighborhood and the Industrial area of Gaza City, where witnesses say they saw the occupation army execute civilians, including women, children and the elderly, as well as entire families, inside their homes.

Local civil defense and paramedic crews managed to recover the decomposing corpses of more than 60 Palestinians from the Al-Shujaiya and Tal al-Hawa neighborhoods since dawn on Saturday, while dozens of others remain trapped under the rubble, their fates remaining unknown at this time.

Sources in the city said that dozens of bodies remain lying on the ground and in the streets, some of them charred from explosives and resulting fires, while Zionist soldiers systematically set fire to Palestinian homes before withdrawing from Tal al-Hawa and several other areas.

The Israeli occupation army also destroyed the Friends of Patients Hospital building in the Al-Rimal neighborhood, east of Gaza City, while a number of corpses were removed from the building and taken to a nearby hospital.

The International Red Cross also issued a statement on the situation, announcing it had received "hundreds of calls in recent days from desperate people asking for help, and that entire families are trapped and in need of security," adding that "the need is much greater than the ability to respond."

The Zionist army continues to occupy several areas of the two neighborhoods in Gaza City, with the presence of military vehicles on Carrefour Street and Street 8.

Additionally, the Asdeeq al-Mu'reed Hospital continues to remain out of service due to the immense destruction evident to parts of the hospital that occured during Israeli ground operations in Gaza City.

IOF warplanes also renewed their bombardment of civilian homes in Gaza, with four members of the Abu Hashem family martyred in the bombing of a residential apartment on al-Jala'a Street, while another three civilians were killed in the bombing of the Al-Katiba area of Gaza City.

The occupation army also opened fire on the al-Mina area, west of Gaza City, killing the fisherman Ahmed al-Nasi.

In yet another massacre, Israeli occupation forces bombed a residential home near the Islamic University in the Ma'an area, south of the city of Khan Yunis, in the southern Gaza Strip, killing two members of the Wadi family, including a man and his wife, who was 3-months pregnant at the time of her death.

The atrocities continued when the Zionist army bombed the Al-Mawasi area, which the army claimed to be a safe zone, resulting in the deaths of four International aid workers.

Occupation fighter jets next bombed a residential building which remains under construction, belonging to Mr. Abdul Malik Baraka, located behind the former electricity company, opposite the Al-Khansa School in Abasan Al-Kabira, east of Khan Yunis.

The Israeli occupation army also continues its ground operations in the city of Rafah, in the southern Gaza Strip, for the third consecutive month, while Zionist forces continue to openly fire on any civilians that enter the city.

Israeli occupation forces also bombed a residential building in the Tal al-Sultan neighborhood, west of Rafah City, killing two Palestinian citizens.

Additionally, two Palestinian women were killed when Zionist warplanes bombed a residential house in the city of Deir al-Balah, in the central Gaza Strip.

Similarly, occupation aircraft bombarded a residential home belonging to the Aql family near the Nuseirat Municipality, in the central Gaza Strip, wounding at least 10 civilians.

Occupation warplanes also bombed a residential house in Abasan Al-Kabira, east of Khan Yunis, in the southern Gaza Strip, while Zionist artillery detatchments shelled neighborhoods north of the Nuseirat Camp, in the central Gaza Strip.

The Palestinian Red Crescent Society (PRCS) also reported the recovery of 5 dead bodies, including three children, who were killed as a result of an Israeli airstrike on the residential home of Al-Ra'i family in the city of Deir al-Balah. The dead and wounded were transported to Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital in the city.

Explosions were also heard coming from the vicinity of the Shuhada Junction, south of Gaza City, which coincided with occupation artillery shelling targeting the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood, southeast of Gaza City.

Occupation quadcopter drones were also witnessed firing at civilians south of the Tal al-Hawa neighborhood, southwest of Gaza City, while Zionist artillery detatchments fired shells towards the south of the Al-Rimal neighborhood, west of the city.

As a result of the Israeli occupation's ongoing war of extermination in the Gaza Strip, the infinitely rising death toll now exceeds 38'443 Palestinians killed, including at least 10'000 women and well over 15'000 children, while another 88'481 others have been wounded since the start of the current round of Zionist aggression, beginning with the events of October 7th, 2023.

This means the Israeli occupation forces have left a total of 126'924 casualties, according to the official count of the Ministry of Health, in its wake in the Gaza Strip, or the equivalent of 5.5% of the total Palestinian population of the enclave.

July 13th, 2024.

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crodur · 1 year ago

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''Humanities are unnecesary and a burden in modern society!'' is a statement that will never be valid, at least not as long as we get takes as moronic as this one.

Losing my mind at this guy. Literally a google search away. They do not even try to hide it. And most people who see this, according to the numbers in the tweet, do agree!

But it gets worse.

Those dumb guys in the primitive americas did not know how to write. Wait, what? What's this?

Wait, what? A mayan king commemorating an HISTORICAL battle by using WRITTEN GLYPHS? B-but they have no sense of time or writting! That must be a fluke!

Mmmh? But...?

A stel portraying a maya queen, with again written symbols mentioning her directly?

''No, those don't count, they're just dumb short phrases, they are surely uncapable of writting down coherent tex-''

Wow, the Dresden Codex, dated from 11th century (mayans were not even at their peak here) writting down their religion, customs, different gods and even complex astronomical movements all-in-one!

Those stone age troglodytes were surely lucky to be able to keep time counts in the thousands of years!

Okay, you're right. Mentioning mayans is cheating because they do not use enough ''actual words'' only drawn ones!

Forget the fact they had a whole ass syllabic system, that experts have been deciphering for decades.

By this rule of thumb, the japanese are all illiterate because they do not actually use words, but abstractions in the form of syllabes. Maya greatest mistake was to do their particles too artistically or something.

The previous tweet implied there was going to be a threat debunking whatever rambling that person was on about, but it stopped there. So... okay.

Regarding the aztecs, that would actually be somewhat accurate. They relied mostly on ideographic writting, but they also combined syllabes. They were still developing their language independently of the mayans. The process was interrupted by the arrival of the spanish crown.

However the writting of the aztecs is stupid and primitive because it doesnt resemble my latin alphabet enough AAAAGH! With such underdeveloped writting they wouldn't be able to write texts, let alone make librar-

Someone else answered, and it's literally the first google result right now, putting this curious image.

I wonder what it's trying to convey.

Solved. It's not a library because... well it's not! It's made of stone and has stupid scribblings stored. It's a nu-library!

How are we going to tell Asurbanipal his assyrian library does not count because it's just not a library, because we need to dunk on the americas?

Forget the books. The real reason they're regressive is because they had no wheel.

They obviously relegated the wheel to toys, because after inventing, polishing it, even using it metaphorically in their intrincate calendars, they decided they didn't know how to use it beyond children toys. It was, again, a skill issue.

Regarding armor and weapons, did you know spanish conquistadores discarded their plate mails and used cotton armor from the natives, far better resistant to rust, and able to disperse slashing and piercing damage with comparable success? Far more comfortable, mobile, and less prone to well, cooking you alive.

How come, also, that Mayas and Aztecs knew each other? They lived in different zones of Mexico with frontiers separated by kilometers? Their trading routes (shared) must have been a stroke of dumb luck.

Apparently if you don't cross the whole ass Pacific/Atlantic Ocean, it does not count. By the way, did anyone in China, India, Africa, Europe or even Australia know about the Native Americans?

Conclussion: If you exclude Mayans, Aztecs, a myriad of other cultures in the Americas, their issolation to the rest of the continents, their set of beliefs, languages, structures, trade routes, traditions, libraries and use of the wheel among some other ''tiny'' advancements... well, you're right. They end being quite primitive.

I guess that's their fault. Maybe they should have conquered us first or some crap.

Those morons and their obscure scribblings.

PD: I excluded this person name in purpose. Do not send harassment to them. This generalized ignorance of America cultures does not radiate from a single person, instead is a shared set of common beliefs. We must combat the biased takes in constructive ways.

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adragonsfriend · 8 months ago

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*emerges out of the mist* I heard something about gender in Amatakka. Please, tell me everything, I want to hear your take on it (can you tell this is also my special interest?)

*falls out of a tree and floats gracefully back and forth several times before alighting on the ground like a leaf* part of this explanation is in my spreadsheet but there's so much more detail and reasoning to talk about.

ok so I started from the claim that there are four accepted genders among Amavikka people (which is a whole other conversation about how if you make a third/fourth gender accepted and normal in a culture you might eventually get a queer bitch (me) going "I need a fifth gender so i can disrupt this paradigm"), female, male, nonbinary, and genderfluid.

introductions

Fialleril said the introductions have a gender particle? word? thing? attached to them. It goes "Ek masa nu [name] [gender particle]." Which is probably best translated as, "I am named [name], [pronouns]."

Feminine: Ek masa nu Shmi ku. 3rd Gender: Ek masa nu Anakin ki. Masculine: Ek masa nu Owen Lars ka. Fluid: Ek masa nu Ekkreth kai.*

*Note: I have seen others use ke for the fluid gender, but I like kai because it's a pun on kai meaning "yes," ala, "What are your pronouns?" "Yes."

Also I said the fluid option could choose to do a "Ek masa nu [name] kai [other gender particle]," to indicate their current pronouns. More casually, maybe you could say, "Ek masa kai [other particle]." or "Ek [other particle]." (I have a thing about how you can drop any subject pronoun in a sentence except "ek," so that's about as short as it can get)

gender assumption

But anyway, the general concept of these gender particles means that it's immediately evident upon introduction what pronouns & gendered words the person you're talking to uses, which is really cool, but it still leaves the gap of people that you haven't been introduced to, if you forgot someone's pronouns, if you haven't seen someone in a long time and their pronouns could've changed, if your genderfluid friend hasn't told you what gender they're feeling today, etcetera. Basically, there are still lots of situations where you wouldn't know someone's gender.

I haven't introduced grammatical gender (ala french where nouns have gender that affects what articles you use), but since people have gender, and that affects both adjectives and verbs, that means that there has to be a choice made about what gender is assumed when you don't know someone's gender.

In English we are blessed to have singular they available to use for both unknown gender and (the majority of) nonbinary people, but I didn't want to make the assumption that this overlap was the same in Amatakka.

Instead what I landed on is that the feminine forms are assumed in the case of unknown gender, for two reasons. First, I think it presents more of a different look at gender to have the third gender not be associated with neutrality at all. Second, in the mythology we get Ar-amu, a woman, as the most foundational figure, as well as the story keepers being called Grandmothers in general despite the lack of any apparent prohibition on men or 3rd gender ppl taking on the role. Point being, Fialleril has already introduced the feminine as the assumptive gender.

translating gender

This creates an interesting little translation tidbit when translating back to english, where if you said, say,

"Zeechev masabu Mos Espa sip. Shu masabu uumanu*," -> "A stranger is in Mos Espa. They are human." --an imagined statement about Qui-Gon Jinn in the phantom menace

*i decided just now that human, and most other species, are probably cognates with other languages in Amatakka, hence uuman is the base form of the adjective "human"

you actually are translating "shu" (she) in Amatakka into singular they in English. If someone actually knew Qui-Gon and knew he was a man they would use the masculine pronoun, conjugation and agreement,

"Qui-gon masaba Mos Espa sip. Sha masaba uumana." -> "Qui-Gon is in Most Espa. He is human."

Talking about Padme being in Mos Espa, you would use the feminine form if you didn't know her gender, and then continue to use it once you found out she was a woman.

For the plural, there's just one third person pronoun for all three genders regardless of the make up of the group being talked about, which would translate as plural they in english. It's "shun," which is obviously using the feminine "shu" as a base.

So going back to the 3rd gender pronouns, it wouldn't be incorrect to translate them (the subject pronoun is "shi") as singular they/them since those cover a range of non-binary genders in English, but because I specifically don't really want the 3rd gender in Amatakka to be associated with neutrality at all, I usually translate 3rd gender pronouns as ze/zir neopronouns.

disrespectful form

There is also the disrespectful form, used to talk about slavers (depuran) and other people who actively uphold the system of slavery, and (sometimes) people who are in keekta-du or depukreta type situations, which isn't gendered at all in the pronouns, conjugation, or agreement, though of course other gendered words are still relevant to those people. The disrespectful form would be translated to English as whatever gender that person would usually use.

"Jabba Hutt reeue du. Sur masue du Amavikke." -> "Jabba the Hutt doesn't fly. He is not Amavikka."

The reason I'm actually attached to the disrespectful form as a concept is because of the "sometimes" I mentioned with depukreta people. Specifically because it means that by the end of Return of the Jedi, where another Amavikka person might say,

"Darth Vader masur depukrete," -> "Darth Vader is a chain-healer."

Luke would say,

"Shi masabi depukretu." -> "He is a chain-healer."

Ergo his decision to try and redeem Anakin would be evident even down to his word choice.

inanimate objects

Oh also there's a separate pronouns, conjugations, and agreements for inanimate objects

Anyway this has been a lecture on gender and other things that function in the same area of grammar in Amatakka, according to me. i hope it all made sense. if anyone feels like asking me more questions about this or has their own opinions about Amatakka i will include you in my will

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