#people that need feeding: 1400

[alltherelicsofalifelonglived]

what if i just lit the entire kitchen on fire

[gamma-rae-bursts]

Courtroom Obsession pt.1

y/n is an ADA assigned to Special Victims Unit. She’s been dating Olivia Benson for the past couple of months and despite their crazy workload things have been going great between them. This is until y/n’s office is flooded with mystery flower deliveries that don’t seem to stop.

Pairing: Olivia Benson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: y/n has a stalker, it's mild in this one tho, lil makeout sesh.

Genre: Mostly Fluff, will lead to angst.

Word Count: 1400+

A/N: Would you look at that, I finally wrote something! This is a part 1 of what will probably be a 2/3 part mini series. Covers a square of my bingo.

It started with flowers. You didn’t think much of it, after all being an attorney meant that sometimes you would receive gifts from grateful families for getting a conviction. But the flowers kept coming throughout the week, all kinds of bouquets bound together with ribbons, sometimes even placed in white twined baskets, with no notes attached. You looked at the colourful petals displayed in your office, the white lilies perfectly complimenting the vibrant colours of tulips and irises. The types of flowers varied in each of the bouquets, but it was never roses. You hated roses. 

After a few days you started thinking it was your girlfriends doing, who else would have known this small rose-hating side of you. 

When you finished work on a Friday evening, you headed straight to Olivia’s apartment, hopeful to finally get a free weekend after closing multiple cases during the previous week. Considering the field both of you were working in and the recent increase in cases you’ve barely seen each other outside of the precinct for the past couple of weeks. You’ve only been dating for a few months, although things were official between the two of you, you opted to keep the relationship private from work. You aimed for your professional relationship to remain unchanged and as far as you were aware it was working. After all the last thing either of you have wanted was to become the centre of attention of the 16th precinct and 1 Hogan Place. 

The uber ride, although long, was very peaceful. You looked out the window at the streets of New York City that were beginning to fill with the darkness of dusk, taking in the sight of people rushing down the streets, probably hurrying to their homes before the city was consumed by darkness. After what felt like eternity you finally arrived at your destination, thanking the driver and handing him the cash, with a few extra notes as a thank you for not bothering you too much during the ride. 

You used the key Olivia gave you just a few weeks earlier to open the apartment door, just as you entered the space you smelled the array of scents of what you presumed to be Olivia’s cooking, wafting through the air, filling the space with warmth. You smiled to yourself while taking your shoes off, before following the aromas deeper into the apartment.

Olivia was standing in the kitchen, fully consumed by preparing on of your shared comfort meals and as it turned out, one of her specialties. You always begged her to teach you how to make the signature mac and cheese, but she always joked that if she let you in on the secret you wouldn’t need her anymore, hence keeping the recipe hidden away from you.

 You took in the sight of her, she was wearing a checked apron on top of her comfy clothes, her hair was in a half-up-half-down style, with a little bun on top back of her head. The domesticity of it almost melting your heart.

“You’re staring, again.” she said softly as she turned around to face you, with a warm smile on her face.

“I can’t help it; you just look really cute.” you laughed, as you kept shamelessly staring at your girlfriend. 

“Here, try this.” the detective reached out to you with a forkful of the broccoli she roasted to go with the dish, always adamant to up your vegetable intake. 

 You gratefully accepted the food, opening your mouth and letting Olivia feed you. You practically moaned at the tease of the perfectly roasted broccoli, making her smile. “This is so good.” you added when you finished chewing the food.

“I’m glad you like it my love” she whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead before getting back to cooking. 

You watched Olivia gracefully move around the kitchen for a little longer, before wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your head on the back of her shoulder. She hummed and gently leaned into your embrace, happy to finally get to spend some time with you and you had no plans on letting her go now. 

The two of you stayed like this for a while, Olivia effortlessly finishing grating the additional cheese and you only restricting her movements a little bit.

“You can stop hugging me now, you know?” she laughed while you only tightened the grip you had around her.

“No, I don’t think I can” you giggled and placed a kiss in the crook of her neck. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too sweet girl.” She turned around in your arms to face you, cupping your cheek she placed a soft kiss on your lips. One of your hands moved from her waist to the back of her head deepening the kiss. Her lips moved against yours in perfect harmony, you pulled her closer to you, desperate for the contact as she traced your bottom lip with her tongue, making you smile into the kiss. She reluctantly pulled away “If you keep this up the dinner is gonna get burned”  

You giggled and placed one last peck on her lips. “You know I wouldn’t mind, I’m sure it would still be better than that disaster of a carbonara I made before”

“It wasn’t that bad” she laughed before getting back to the task she was occupied with before you successfully distracted her.

“Oh really? How about I make it again this weekend then?” you asked raising your brow at the detective. The carbonara was indeed that bad and both of you were fully aware of it.

“Okay maybe I’ll stay on the food duty for now, but you can watch!” you laughed at her statement, happy with the offer as you didn’t want to risk poisoning your girlfriend with your cooking.

You moved around the kitchen in silence, while Olivia continued working on finishing the meal, when everything was either fully out of the oven or with only a few more minutes left to go you finally broke the silence in the room.

“Thank you for the flowers by the way.” you whispered looking at her, a warm smile spread across your face. “they’re beautiful.”

“What flowers?” she questioned, not having a clue what you were referring to.

“The ones that were coming into my office the whole week?” you raised your brow, now also confused. “I assumed they were from you since there was no notes and none of the bouquets had roses in them.”

“No, they weren’t from me but now I wish they were.” she looked at you, a slight glimpse of worry in her eyes. “Is there someone I should be concerned about?”

“If by that you mean whether there is some rookie detective or ADA waving their eyelashes at me then absolutely not” you assured her, brushing her through her hair with the tips of your fingers. “I’m sure they were from the families from previous cases, you know they like to show their appreciation for getting the perps convicted.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” she said letting out a deep sigh.

“Hey, no need to get worried.” you gently cupped her cheek as you looked into her eyes. “I’m a big girl I can take care of myself.”

“I know you are.” she ducked her head down a little “But you are also my girl, so I am going to get worried regardless.” Her hand softly rubbed your back as she burried her face in the crook of your neck.

The rest of the evening as well as the following days passed and before you knew it you were getting ready to return to the office on a Monday morning. You and Olivia slept in that day so both of you hurried to get ready and rushed out of the apartment, taking your respective rides to your workplaces.

When you entered your office, a white basket filled with tulips, lilies and dahlias as well as small strands of forget me nots was nestled in the middle of your desk. You examined your surroundings before examining the basket itself. It looked like every other one you received the previous week, although this time it came with a small envelope attached to it. You opened it, finding a rather simple card inside, with a handwritten note. 

“Can’t wait to see you again, V.”

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[sirfrogsworth]

I like how the activity page truncates bad takes.

TERFs are so efficient that their argument turns to shit almost immediately and you literally only need a sentence and a half to see it.

Who said there is no biological sex?

Also, another person said "my numbers were wrong" because I didn't post the number of people on blockers and hormones.

Because I was talking about surgeries.

Those are different things.

But even if I did include teens on blockers and hormones, you're looking at about 6,000 folks. That is still statistically nothing. My point would have held just as true.

And then they said my surgery numbers were wrong because they only included people who used health insurance.

Yes, I'm sure there are tons of extra uncounted surgeries from independently wealthy trans teens.

They said there are 42,000 diagnosed with gender dysphoria every year. Which, again, is minuscule. There is no reason an issue this small should be getting the attention it is.

Like, 42,000 is almost exactly the number of auto accidents that kill people each year.

We do almost nothing about it.

We still get in our cars every day. We don't try to ban driving. There isn't really any effort to decrease that number. As a society, we have accepted that number of people is worth losing so we can get from place to place.

But with trans youth NO ONE IS DYING from gender affirming care. The parents and the kids/teens *want* this healthcare. They are satisfied with the outcome. And when they finish their transition as adults, nearly all of them have no regrets.

Yet we are passing laws banning everything from going to the bathroom, to kids playing soccer, to a few *thousand* teens taking medications, to a few *hundred* getting top surgery, to even wearing the wrong gender clothing out in public.

We do almost nothing about 40,000 dying in auto accidents.

But this is the reaction to gender affirming care?

The priorities are ridiculous.

They are trying to save people who don't want to be saved.

And we could totally reduce that auto accident figure. If we put the same time and energy and money into that, we could lower that number. We could fund research for safer cars. Build safer roads. Create smarter traffic systems. Fix road infrastructure. Treat alcoholism more aggressively.

But no. We need to hold weeks of legislative sessions on gender affirming care. We need to pass hundreds of laws. We need to ban 8 kids from playing sports. We need to stop 300 teens from getting top surgery. We need to prevent 4000 from getting hormones and another 1400 from getting blockers.

Meanwhile, those same politicians are voting against free school lunch programs. 11,000,000 kids are food insecure. Why in the hell did we spend months stopping 6,000 young people from getting healthcare they want and need instead of feeding MILLIONS of kids?

Make it make sense.

[teaandransacking]

okay hear me out; the concept of five times… and the one time.. with lockwood and reader, where they are in a secret relationship, maybe reader could be kipps sister to give a reasons why they can’t tell anyone. and then just five times (or less idk) they were nearly caught and the one time they were?? i think that would be amazing, also i’m a sucker for forbidden romance trope so…

I love this. I hope I did it justice for you.

Words: 1400 ~ Content: angst, kissing, forbidden relationships

clandestine meetings and longing stares

This is a public place. We’re not doing anything wrong.

It’s true. The Archives is a public place. Where people go to study.

Except that’s not what you and Lockwood are doing.

Not that you’re defiling the books here or anything. You’re just stealing a moment together.

Towards the back of the first floor, in the stacks of the Ancient History section, where hardly anyone goes, Lockwood has you pressed up against rows and rows of leatherbound books.

He’s so close that you can see tiny flecks of gold in his dark brown eyes, make out a few stray hairs on his jaw that he missed shaving this morning.

You settle your hand over his heart, feel the rhythm of it beating.

You’d like to do this in public. Hold his hand in front of everyone; claim him as yours.

There’s just one problem: Quill Kipps is your big brother, and if he found out, there’d be hell to pay.

Lockwood’s nowhere near good enough for you, he always mutters.

And isn’t Anthony’s life hard enough already? An orphan by the age of 6, and responsible for Lucy and George (not that they need taking care of) at 17, he has worries galore without adding sneaking about with you to the list.

But he loves you. You feel it in his hand at the small of your back, hear it in the timbre of his buttery smooth voice when he says your name.

“Lockwood-” you begin, but he presses a gentle finger to your lips.

“Shh. Listen.”

And sure enough, you hear it. The swish of rapiers against clothes. Other agents are here.

You spring apart, you tucking yourself around a marble pillar just in time to see your brother approach.

You’re safe. 

This time.

—- ---

The second time, it’s George who saves your bacon. He’s known for weeks; he was the first one to figure it out, because of course he was.

The three of you are in a little cafe a stone’s throw from Covent Garden, drinking tea and sharing cake. Lockwood feeds you bites from his own fork and you reciprocate, while George playfully rolls his eyes about how sickeningly domestic it is.

You’re laughing and brushing a bright pink angel cake crumb from Lockwood’s mouth when George suddenly knocks his cup of tea right into your lap, and when your gaze cuts to him he mouths: Go.

A second later, you hear your brother’s voice at the cafe counter and you disappear into the bathroom.

—- ---

The third time is a very close call.

Lockwood’s shimmied up the tree outside your window. Your heart jumps into your throat every time he does this, especially because it’s usually after dark.

When he taps on your window, you let him in right away. He’s windswept and his skin is cold from the winter air. He smells of crisp fallen leaves and earl grey tea, and you kiss the confident smile off his face.

“Lockwood,” you say when he’s safely seated on your bed. “We have to stop this.”

He tugs you close, pulling you between his legs so your back is to his front. “Don’t ask that of me. Please.”

You turn and kiss him. “No. I mean, sneaking around. Quill will have to just deal. I mean, we face terrifying Visitors on the daily, but him finding out you and I are together is worse? I don’t buy it.”

“He hates me,” Lockwood murmurs, tangling his fingers with yours. He sighs. “And maybe he’s right. You can do better.”

You twist in his arms. “You shut up right now. You’re the best person I know.” He still looks so sombre, so you add, to make him laugh, “Except George. Of course.”

“Except George,” he agrees, but his seriousness is for show now, and the little glimmer of happiness on him makes your heart soar.

He leans down for another kiss, and his mouth is delectable, and you turn fully in his embrace to line your bodies up.

You’ll never get enough of him, you think as you slide your hands into his hair, pulling him closer still. Your tongues tangle, and when he breaks the kiss you lean back so he can drop kisses down your neck.

The sound of your name from outside the door makes you go rigid.

It’s your brother.

He knocks. “Are you in there?”

“Shit!” You breathe.

You practically push Lockwood off the bed. “Hide. Hide!”

He scrambles under the bed and you stuff your quilt in behind him just as Kipps opens the door to find you reclining on bed with your over-ear headphones on.

“Would you knock?” You exclaim.

He frowns. “Sorry. I - why is your window open? Aren’t you freezing?”

—---

The fourth time, everyone’s in the dark - literally.

You’re all working together, Lucy, Lockwood and George, and Kipps and his crew, including you. The basement of the creepy old church is silent around you. You only have the one torch, but Kipps wants to survey the space without light at first, to get the lay of the land.

By some divine providence, you’ve ended up crouching next to Lockwood, and you startle when he takes your hand, only to relax when you feel his familiar rapier-callused palm.

You don’t dare to speak, but you rest your shoulder against his. 

His fingers start to move on the flat of your palm, and you’re confused for a second until you realise that he’s tracing letters on to your skin, with full stops in between to demarcate the words.

I.

Love.

You.

It makes your heart swell as you imagine him saying the words, imagine his gaze holding yours, strong and sincere.

And then Bobby loses his nerve and switches his torch on, and all hell breaks loose, and the moment is lost.

—--

The fifth time, you don’t even try to hide it.

It’s the aftermath of a huge battle. Several Type Twos. Not enough agents.

When the fog from the salt and smoke bombs clear, Lockwood’s lying on the ground a few feet away, next to your brother. You crawl over, see your brother stirring, but Lockwood isn’t.

Desperate, your heart clenching, you kneel by his prone form, cupping his face with both hands.

“Lockwood. Anthony,” you beseech softly.

Kipps sits up, but you ignore him. You settle your fingers on Lockwood’s pulse point.

It’s sluggish, but it’s there.

Relief makes you weak as Lucy, George and Bobby crowd around.

“He’s just playing-” Kipps begins.

“Shut up,” you snap. 

He recoils but says nothing else.

“Lockwood, wake up!” You plead, patting his face.

Around you, Lucy and George look stricken and pale.

You wait for what seems like an eternity, but then Lockwood lets out a little cough.

“Help me sit him up,” you tell your brother, and to his credit, he responds right away, and between you you prop Lockwood up against Kipps’ chest.

“You’d better not die,” Kipps mutters. “My sister will never be happy again.”

Your gaze flits to your brother’s face.

He rolls his eyes. “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. Neither you or Lockwood are as clever as you think you are.”

Lockwood’s eyes flutter open at that moment. “Good to hear that normal service has resumed, Kippy,” he groans.

You lean in and kiss his dear face. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve been thrown around like a ragdoll.” But he smiles, and some of that Lockwood bravado lights up his eyes. “But getting to kiss you in front of everyone just might be all I need to recover.”

You laugh and kiss him again. Kipps makes a face, but doesn’t protest.

“You don’t mind?” You ask, still cuddling in close to Lockwood.

“Hard to mind when he saved my arse literally ten minutes ago.”

“Aww,” Lockwood coughs, still weak. “Kippy and I are having a moment.”

Kipps shoves Lockwood off him. “As long as you never, ever refer to us having a moment again, we’re good.”

The whole hang of you walk home together, you and Lucy supporting Lockwood between you, and, you think:

We’ll be all right.

[clarette-arsenault]

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Born circa 300 BC | She/Her | Bisexual

Faceclaim: Claudia Black (but with fluffier, wilder hair)

Clan: Toreador

Predator Type: Scene Queen – feeding on actors and actresses

Personality: Perfectionist. A dreamer and a planner. Exacting, high standards. Sadistic in response to those who disappoint her. Craves affection but keeps others at a distance. She is avoidant and not very self-aware about it. She sometimes struggles with mania.

History:

Clarette is a Hollywood talent agent seeking to create the perfect vampire to be her lover. This person will need to be someone who she saved from death, who holds enormous natural talent and beauty, and who has a fascinating personality. She is based on the myth of Pygmalion. She is a "carewhumperee" – caretaker in the sense that she finds the dying and trains them, whumper in the sense that these people become her captives and she discards them when they disappoint her, and whumpee in the sense that she lives in isolation, consumed by her desires. She’s going a bit insane from hundreds of years of finding no one who can satisfy her.

She’s been doing this for a long time. She was born somewhere around 300 BC during the Hellenistic period in Greece (even she does not remember the exact date anymore, due to calendar confusion). After the decline of the Byzantine Empire around 1400, she moved to France, where her name changed from Clarus. She moved into Canada in the 1800s, and then the United States.

Specify “established relationship,” “established enemies,” “established tension,” etc. at the top of your ask if you want Clarette to act familiar with the character.

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[nimblermortal]

How many warriors are there? About sixty. Ten who look fully trained, 30 who are equipped farmers, and twenty hoodlums.

Saw a figure years ago saying that every one medieval soldier needed a hundred people tilling the land, etc, to support him. So that argues for a thousand people (we're not counting the cops or the priests here, the temples are supporting them externally), which is a weird number combined with 'thirty farmers'. Ten farmers with a shared hobby? Medieval Norwegian definition of 'farmer'? Or, if we assume each farmer has a spouse and five living children and two aged parents at home, and only half the town came to this meeting (which is a high number), that's 60 times 9 is 540. If only half the people at the meeting stayed to fight, that puts us around 1000 again, and I'll admit I'm biased by previous estimates but that's still 25% of the population rising up to overthrow oppressive rule. Tell that to the Three Percenters.

(I suspect Matt meant to say something like, 'This is about half the adult population, if every farmer has a spouse to stay home with the kids, so a population of around 150 or so, but we've established that Matt doesn't know what he's talking about.)

(Not that I want to give the impression that I do. But let's just say that when the King or Norway went to war in the 1000s, he expected to have an army of around 400 most of the time.)

Matt Mercer, a man who has never lived in a small town: Bundles of vegetation being transported from one end of town to another... everything they would need to be a self-sufficient little village... there isn't a lot of talking... multiple may poles... multiple policemen who live locally...

[candy-floss-crazy]

Everyone loves a burger. Well almost, there are some people who replace the beef with patties made from green stuff. Whether that is still a 'burger' is open to debate. Looking around the internet we across this monstrosity below; Containing almost 1800lb of beef (Thats over 700 quarter pounders) this was built to get into the Guinness book of records. It needed a custom built over creating out of a shipping container to fit it in, and comes with 300 pounds of cheese, tomatoes, onions, pickles, and lettuce, sandwiched in a 250lb bun. It is actually on the menu at Mallie's Sports Grill & Bar in Detroit, and costs nearly $8000. Realistically this was a one off burger. Created for a specific purpose. But what else is out there, on regular menu's and considered a normal burger, but comes with enough calories to shorten your lifespan for you pretty smartly. The Heart Attack Grill company make a number of burgers, with names such as triple bypass that contain upto 16000 calories. But this is a gimmicky burger joint, where the whole premise is you are eating unhealthy burgers. What about the regular chains. we are taking a look at what they place on the table; Wendy's Bacon Jalapeno Cheeseburger Triple 1330 Calories Made with 3 of their famous square patties, it comes with jalapenos, crispy fried onions, cheese and bacon (though being American cheese and bacon we use those terms in the loosest possible sense) and cheese sauce, lots of it. Weighing in at 1330 calories, it also packs a ridiculous two grams of salt, and 4.5 grams of that lovely, heart strangling trans-fat. Carl's Jr. Triple Western Bacon Cheeseburger 1380 Calories Clocking in at an extra 50 calories is Carl's Jr. offering. Famous for their adverts featuring skimpily clad models. Carl's als have a stake in the feed your customers to death stakes. This has almost three grams of fat, though is does cut the trans-fat score down a little, yay! Three charbroiled patties, two strips of bacon, 'American' cheese and crispy fries onion rings add to the experience. Hardee's Monster Double Thickburger 1400 Calories Tipping the scales at 1400 calories, this again has nearly three grams of sodium, but it has upped the Trans-fat score to level with Wendy's at 4.5 grams. 2/3 of a pound of beef, four strips of bacon, three slices of American cheese, and mayonnaise. To put it into perspective its recommended that you consume no more than 2300mg of sodium in a day, this has 2750mg. Wendy's Pretzel Bacon Pub Triple Cheeseburger 1520 Calories The iconic Wendy's square pattie makes a second entry in our list. Three patties, bacon, honey mustard, beer cheese sauce, fried onions, pickles and muenster cheese wrapped in a soft pretzel bun. This manages to break the 1500 calorie barrier at 1520 calories, though surprisingly, the sodium comes down a little to under two grams. Steak 'n Shake 7×7 Steakburger 1660 Calories We are jumping up the ladder rapidly now, with a 1660 calorie offering from Steak'n Shake. Seven beef burgers, along with seven strips of orange/yellow plastic stuff, sorry American cheese. Added to the calories are 3,800 mg sodium and a whopping six grams of trans fat. This one just looks a mess Whataburger Triple Meat Whataburger 1885 Calories Climbing ever closer to the magic 2000 calorie barrier, this one looks positively clinical at the side of our last burger. Three patties, layered with the ubiquitous American cheese, topped with a bit of salad. This nudges the 1885 calorie mark, but is surprisingly low in sodium at 2080 gm and only 3 grams of trans fat. (By low we are speaking relatively. It's low in the burger world). As they say 'Whataburger'! Burger King Bacon King 2020 Calories The first of our contenders to break the 2000 calorie barrier. Though the UK version of this is only about two thirds the size. two ¼-pound beef patties, a hearty portion of thick-cut bacon, American cheese, ketchup, and mayonnaise on a sesame seed bun, A full half pound of beef, thick-cut bacon, American cheese (again), ketchup, and mayo on a sesame seed bun, Over four grams of sodium and seven of trans fat. This is a whopper indeed. Heart Attack Grill Quadruple Bypass Burger 16000 Calories You only have to look at it. Nearly 16000 calories. God alone knows how much sodium, trans fat etc they have. It shortens your life just looking at it. All in all there are some real nasty heart attack burgers out there. Read the full article

[bitter-panacea]

Goultard's backstory, comparing the Dofus manga and the special episode Part 4 - The Horrors part 2

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

(Look at this little shit, what an absolute bastard. Teehee I killed everyone you love.)

Katar keeps joking and mocking him "Hello? See, I didn't lie. They will never want for anything anymore.". This line calling back to what he says earlier "I assure you they want for nothing" works better than what he says in the manga imo. More personality, more unhinged.

Katar : Ah yes, I lied a little earlier... I had to eliminate them before your arrival. / Goultard : Kiki... Talk to me... Children, daddy's here.. I... I'm going to take care of you...

Goultard : Please! Tell me I'm dreaming... No.. My children

In the manga, Katar goes on about how he got rid of what was holding Goultard down, that Goultard should thank him for freeing him of all this weight he had chained himself to, that he's a warrior and not meant to be a family man.

There's a recurring motif/symbolism with Goultard and chains... The one used to kill his family that he still carries with him, but also his own literal and metaphorical chains when he was posessed and imprisoned. Showing he's made his pain into his strength, or possibly showing how these chains are such an integral part of who he is that he even fights with them.

He's still a prisoner. He craves a simple family life but as the son of Iop he's doomed to never be able to achieve it/keep it. Too strong for his own good. This power and responsibility inherently make him a target. Something something the sword of Damocles hanging over his head... People who'd try anything to dominate him to prove themselves more powerful, people who want to manipulate him so they can use him like a living weapon. Even when he's idolized he's always dehumanized and reduced to a nature he cannot control and does not want. I'm listening to Literally My Life as I'm writing this and losing touch with reality I do not know whhy I'm doing this??

In the special episode Katar doesn't ramble for hours like he does in the manga. Katar gets his sword, Mashwar, out of him (gross).

I love watching him fight. His moves are always so fun and elaborate. Just look at him go. Yippee!

In the manga, Goultard has a little moment in the middle of the fight where he says this.

Goultard: Everything... Everthing is my fault...

Totally normal conclusion. Yes Gou, everything bad that's ever happened to you and everyone you love is entirely your fault and blaming yourself is both rational and helpful.

He's in despair/rage mode and Katar doesn't last long.

Get on top of him and strangle him with a chain... Cool. I'm loving that 3d chain also

The manga, tragically, doesn't have the iconic headbutts :(

Goultard : Before I kill you... Tell me why!

Then, for a whole page, Katar explains why he had to kill Goultard's family, he had been trying to make "him" leave for so long, but for this he needed to make Goultard evil, he needed Goultard to be strong and angry. He even apologizes to him for what he's about to go through.

In the special ep, Katar only says one sentence, "because it feeds on anger".

Enter the Symbiote.

Oh baby, you are in trouble...

Goultard : Something is inside me! I feel... Different!

Goultard understands Katar gave him his curse and kills him. (No worries, he'll come back as a zombie 1400 years later)

Oh my god is this finally the end? Yes.

Conclusion : Help. I can't even remember why I started this.

[jamieroxxartist]

Thanks, everybody for your continued patience in regard to www.PopRoxxRadio.com We (my wife Dani and me and some various other very helpful people) have been having a ton of brainstorming meetings etc.

It's a big job, with lots to do (we have over 1400 shows in the archive that have to be remastered, cleaned up, and scrubbed of any branding that no longer applies.) It's a big job doing that and moving those. Changing all the feeds to over 800 podcasting streaming sites etc..

And then Learning how to do Video! I feel like I'm back in school and cramming or something. Oh and also getting the new equipment and tools and everything, figuring out how that works. Remember folks I don't even have a cell phone, so I'm a little behind when it comes to heavy-duty tech stuff. But I am experienced enough to know that I need to learn all of this myself, so I'm not relying on someone else and keep and overhead watch on all the moving parts. But we are making progress. There is a forward Movement. And that's a good thing. We are looking at the official launch mid-June.

You know, on top of this always at the same time whenever anything is happening is my commissioned painting work (that's the 'Day Job.' So many people think I am a podcaster who paints on the side. Nope! it's the opposite. I am a Painter who has a podcast. Always been that way.

[strawhatsufi]

ok so. im with op on a few things here and i personally come from a culture very influenced by a shia-adjacent sect related to the alawites which has shrines and practices tabarrah. i also have some sunni education though i stress that i am religiously atheist as are most people from my culture.

i also think this post is really one-sided and unfair, so, in defense of sunnis, or rather not at all,

1. the reason sunnis accepted abu bakr and umar is because they were elected. 'ali sought to overturn that election's results and become a hereditary king despite his unpopularity. shi'as have a hereditary priesthood wherein living religious authorities command a much greater degree of loyalty than pretty much any sunni scholar. the "persecution" 'ali was facing was denial of the right to rule as an unelected autocrat, instead he was treated with an equal obligation to everyone else in the society to recognise the elected government without starting any civil wars. shi'as have the opinion that he and his family had the right to do so anyway because he was divinely appointed as emperor -- an idea i genuinely don't think is still ok to hold

2. the claim here, attributed to sunnis but really held by all progressive people generally, that we should stop letting ancient history influence modern day political organisation is obviously correct. furthermore, the notion that sunnis currently constitute some privileged class is beyond insane when outside of the gulf (who it's ok to hate, but for economic and political reasons, not for sectarian ones) they're the most brutally imperialised people in the world. furthermore for the past fifty years Iranian shiism has been institutionally supporting this in syria. peace wont come to the middle east because everyone decides one side of a sectarian dispute is right after all -- they're all wrong. using religion as the base of a political ideology makes you wrong about a lot of things no matter what. its not that one sides a persecuted uwu baby and the other is evil bloodthirsty savages who have been feeding on shia blood for centuries and need iran to support dictators there to stop them. its that religious conflict is stupid and always anti-materialist no matter what

3. the islamic republic of iran brings up these partisan concerns re: ancient history to ensure a base of popular support for political figures like the assads or to gain a stronger foothold in places like iraq. this is quite frequent and serious and sometimes leads to violence when there was none previoucly. assads existence was justified in a typical imperialist fashion as "protecting minorities". and the "it's been going on for 1400 years" narrative, which is misleading causatively to say the least (sectarian conflict in the middle east is not an ancient and eternal condition but an effect of the continued influence of imperialism in the region) is used by iran to do this as a similar myth to zionism's presentation of antisemitism as eternal and intractable. modern twelver shiism is very tied to framing the islamic republic of iran in religious terms however and this clouds its vision very seriously.

also i want to emphasise that the norm historically is that sunnis and shias live in peace, but that religious differences are exploitable by exploiters, politicians, clergy, and regional and global imperialist powers like the US and Iran. this is not the result of any particular religious ideology but because exploitation is the basic feature of religion and, historically, of islamic governance

theres books that can and should be written about the links between religious ideas and political ideology and much of it is not as straightforward as "good" and "bad" but the view presented here is overly simplistic like to the point of being like actually reactionary and dangerous

why do sunnis hate shi'as that much what the fuck is their problem?

Hatred towards Shi'a Muslims is not only a concurrent issue, it's a 1400 year old issue that started as a result of the political unrest that took place following the Prophet Muhammad's (pbuh&hf) death. It laid the foundation for the political schism of Islam. Initially, the Shi'as (or Alids) were just a group of partisans that would only develop their own theology a hundred years later. And then you had those who supported Abu Bakr rise to the caliphate. For Shi'as, we believe Abu Bakr usurped the caliphate due to various incidents, and thus, we rejected his ascent to power. These were the partisans of Ali (a). When Ali (a) eventually became the caliph, he was met with a lot of hardship and opposition by people who either hated him or sought political power. During the caliphate of Uthman, the Umayyads were given unrestrained power, and it was not until Ali (a) became the caliph that he removed them from power for their greed and nepotism. However, Muawiyah, a "companion" of the Prophet, who was intially opposed to him before his clan lost in the final battle of Mecca, was in control of Sham (Syria) and refused to go down, hence a renewed civil strife within the Islamic world. The Umayyads were vicious people who were renown for their corruption and hedonism, and their caliphate was founded on the blood of Imam Hussain (a), the son of Imam Ali (a). For Sunnis, these events aren't particularly important, and Islamic history is often neglected, promoting the idea that whatever happened in the past has no religious or theological significance to Islam as a religion. This is where we disagree because, as Shi'as, we simply can't accept certain religious doctrines on the basis of these people being unreliable. For example, Ayesha, having been the wife of the Prophet, is one thing, but she still waged an unjust war against Ali (a). There is no way we can accept her narrations because she's simply untrustworthy.

Because of the power that the Umayyads managed to consolidate for themselves, superseeding the Rashidun caliphate, there was a state-sponsored campaign with the purpose of supressing any Shi'i resistance against the rule, the Shi'as were among these groups and suffered severe persecution to such extent that even members of the Prophet's family were brutally oppressed. For Shi'as, the Prophet's family are a source of emulation and knowledge, and we have to adhere to their understanding of Islamic theology, this is why Islamic history is important, so we can highlight the root behind the resistance. However, dwindling in power and numbers, the Shi'as ultimately committed themselves to Taqiyyah (concealing one's religion) to ensure their survival. This is how we managed to survive for 1400 years. For Sunnis, the Umayyads and subsequent caliphs are a source of great pride, hence why Syria is considered an important heritage site for Sunnis who regard the Umayyads with great respect.

With that said, the reason there's so much sectarian animosity towards Shi'as is because with history in mind, our tradition of reviling these companions is considered an act of disbelief. Sunnis often retort that these companions are noble people and could not possibly be reviled because they had been in the companionship with the prophet, holding that despite the wars and atrocities committed by these people, we should respect them nevertheless. Either way, Shi'a Muslims have a doctrine called Tabarrah (dissociation), which is extended to those people who have caused harm towards the Prophet and his family. This includes "cursing" them, which is considered one of the most offensive acts and a reason why Sunnis get up in arms when we criticize the companions, especially the first caliph Abu Bakr and the second caliph Umar. Furthermore, our emphasis on the doctrine of intercession has caused much controversy because stricter muslims, such as Salafists consider these acts tantamous to idolatry, hence why it's easier for Shi'as to be considered heretics. The fact that we have shrines is considered blasphemous and there are many instances in which these shrines have been attacked. Shi'as are so reviled that for some Sunnis and Salafists, the difference between a Christian and a Shi'a is that Christians have rights as pertained to their status as "People of the Book", while Shi'as are considered heretics, and ultimately disbelievers. For such a reason, we do not have any rights; our blood becomes lawful to them.

In short, HTS, AS, ISIS, Al-Qaeda and all their Salafist sympathisers believe that the blood of a Shi'a is lawful because we are heretics. We are simply putting up a resistance against them. Shi'ism is not just a branch of Islam. It's one of the oldest resistance movements in the world.

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My son list It lifted up the 1400 Harley Davidson motor and it was from a particular match and it's a chopper style hard not kicker 5150 like this but this is not it this is Donald Trump and this is about number 50 and it has a famous maximum engine the Mac engine that our son put in there and he didn't know who it was he was deceased and they got mad at her son and he didn't know anything and they're nuts but they didn't do too much because they knew it was forced and get more mad at them and they started acting they keep doing that horse s*** but it's not why it was because he did something that was hard not deadly or dangerous we're not getting picked on so it's kind of a psychological thing and really if the bike came back I mean what would you do not much sit on it and he has never sat on it by the way and the bike would sell and they'd be mad at him again cuz he was and it says I don't want to sit on that one just got your ass print on it so everybody started laughing cuz he says all these rude s*** things so it's not my fault it's Big Joe. Is Sasquatch is throwing trees in them then they started bawling they said no way there's a guy throw trees at you holy s*** watch out for that thing. He rides up there it is motorcycles going to throw the motorcycle at him they weigh about the same actually the motorcycles a lot lighter. It says about half and they started bawling with laughter he said what are we talking about he said the ships are still there you screaming like a maniac I got to tell you something the ships are still there and these Max are underground all over the place in these huge bunkers we have an emergency Trump says and we do but the original bike is somewhere in westborough and John remillard is evil but he wants to do what Randall text Cobb did and be a hero it killed Randall text car he couldn't survive it he's gone permanently and my son and daughter remind me once again and yeah we don't like him but he might let him get away with it he's in Italy underground and he's the enemy of the max in there holding there on purpose to get him back what he did.

So my son and daughter say whoopty ding dong they said it out loud. So the motorcycle had a place and Bob Jr put it somewhere and Bob seger knows where it is and no it's not in the grave with him that's funny though some people think that it's not in the movie Ghost Rider either they do find them they're in the movie easy Rider they find them but he should be the first to sit on it and Bob never sat on it no he did the famous Mac his bike it was he was a Big Mac okay a big fella and it makes sense for rank is what Bob said and he says yeah probably he's like a sergeant so he liked it he said he organized his troops and get something to do stuff and he goes in and that's what he was thinking and he was thinking about sergeant and he says I don't know I think it's about the rank although this big guy is a different guy but that's to come down the line sometimes get bigger but they do it on purpose I think they try to do it and so he says how are they doing that this is I don't know that's a good question so he asked around and he says they're from a bigger guy and that's what they say then we figured out that they're taking the growth stuff and they're eating very well and they nurture the baby and they feed them certain nutrients and that's what they're doing and people are going to try it but that's that's how it works to mutate him to become our son you have to know what you're doing but some people will try it it'll make him a little bit bigger each generation they get a bigger and bigger but it takes time and effort hardly anyone has it and this stuff is easier and needed. So our son says he probably has in the barn underneath the floor which is typical for Bob and for the big guys and it's Max barn and he still owns it and he probably has his dirt bikes there and would keep that there and it's probably not secure and it's probably true and his is there cuz he died before he could secure it and you couldn't get to move and Mac is going to go there and he says you can't do it yourself and I'll send it saying you can't you should let Ben Arnold do it he says you can't do that either I didn't say that he did I'm acting he says he says why it doesn't actually just come for you and to be over and he says I don't want you to say that I don't want you to sit on it and us to look bad anymore so he's going to head out there

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Saint Sinéad

Shuhada, May you fly free.

“Children say that people are hung sometimes for speaking the truth.” Joan of Arc, 1400s

“Put your fucking seatbelts on ’cause I haven’t finished yet.” Sinéad O’Connor, SPIN 1992

Singer. Banshee. Advocate. Priest. Theologian. Mother. Bold. Brave. Muslim. Life-long nonconformist. Feminist. Human.

I’ll never forget the SNL episode when she tore the pope’s photo in half after singing Bob Marley’s War. No one did that. No one was brave enough to speak truth like that.

I bought combat boots that year and later wore them out walking all over town during the national changes in 1992. Inspired to be a social sciences major and music minor because of the spirit of the revolutionaries, from the 1800’s and 1900’s—youth, women, men, poets, writers, the truth tellers, the artists and musicians who spoke truth- real truth- against hypocrisy, against insanity, against a system that would kill them or exile them for having the audacity to speak truth. To be a free thinker.

I thought the most incredible destiny at the time was creating art because of and despite the insanity of the lies, the struggle of the human condition. And the journey of the one, the artist inside a collective sea, despite and because of persecution or being gaslit, silenced and all manner of atrocity, yet living on through and beyond. Their art, an eternal message of possibility, freedom and hope.

I’ve been reading a slew of articles that paint Sinéad’s portrait and highlight the spectrum of her human journey through her music, political activism, mental illness, motherhood and spiritual truth finding. She journeyed deep and wide, high and low. She was that destiny, not ego in the harmful sense, Artist. She was not going to change or be what the industry wanted her to be. Her music, her songs lifted up so many of us— the voiceless, the broken, the afraid, the confused, the troubled. She gave feelings and words to millions. She was an angel and a waif, a punk and a rebel, a truth teller and her own wild wolf. She howled and gave us permission to feed and feel the moon.

She was unapologetic. She did not care that what she said or did for the sake of truth and freedom, impacted the socially constructed ideas of what fame or fortune in the music industry are supposed to looks like. That they impacted her musical ‘career’ as the industry explains it, mattered not. Sinéad was a woman of her own making.

“I didn’t have time to think about [becoming famous] before it happened,” she says. “I was singing in clubs and pubs, pubs and clubs… I was just singing for the sake of singing, ‘cause I had shit to get off my chest. I feel like that’s the only reason really [for anyone] to make an album is because they’ll go so fucking crazy if they don’t. If you’re making an album for any other reason you shouldn’t be fucking making it.”

I played her albums on repeat. Some songs and albums more than others, through my youth.

“When I sing, it’s the most solitary state: just me, and the microphone, and the holy spirit. It’s not about notes or scales, it’s all about emotion.”

I cut my hair short. Swore off my insecure, boy-crazy teenage low self esteem superficiality. There was Pre-Revolutionary Angie and then Post-Revolutionary Angie. Like Baba Yaga said, to know too much is to grow too old too soon. I saw too much about the human condition, the cost of freedom and it’s opposite on the human psyche, felt and saw one world dying and another world rising— a world that was being made a golden child— Capitalism! And all I could see and smell was lies and hypocrisy. Yes some of the old needed to die, but some of the soul of the old was being raped by the dollar and that seemed insane to me. I didn’t know how to put in in words or digest it. It was a bone to choke on.

I was only a kid. I struggled mentally with anxiety and depression. An awakening of sorts. But no bearings back home to make sense of it. Sinéad’s music and Russian literature, poetry and music of the revolutions of old helped tremendously during that time. Dr. Zhivago. The Master and Marharita. Anna Akhmatova. Learning about the artist/writer and the struggle for freedom amidst censorship and death. Life, the world didn’t make sense. All the things that didn’t make sense about being a girl becoming a woman, American capitalism, not speaking truth, following social norms, political bullshit, pretense, Beverly Hills 90210 and Melrose place… I rejected all of it. Mostly quietly, silently. While imploding inwards on myself because I didn’t understand transition or how to wake up fully boldly inside of it. Mental breakdown was the label that made sense. Yet it was more, it was that so much of the system was insane. So much of the conditions the inheritance the American myth the gender this and that —-it was insane.

Sinead was like a beacon of sanity amidst all that nonsense. They said she struggled with mental illness too, but she didn’t shut up. Did she have mental illness or did she grow up into a world that was completely entirely a nut job. Sometimes it’s a both and but sometimes the mental illness is the result of being fed insanity.

She didn’t stop saying through music what needed to be said. It was felt through my pores even if I wasn’t fully listening to the words. I freakin loved her. I cried to her songs. They resurrected me.

“Whatever it may bring

I will live by my own policies

I will sleep with a clear conscience

I will sleep in peace

Maybe it sounds mean

But I really don't think so

You asked for the truth and I told you

Through their own words

They will be exposed

They've got a severe case of

The emperor's new clothes

The emperor's new clothes

The emperor's new clothes

The emperor's new clothes”

Sinéad had a hard life. A difficult insane mother. A fucked up religion with its Massoleum of ghosts and secrets. She fought hard against child abuse, sexual abuse, hypocritical lies in the name of god and more. She became a priest. And she sang her own songs in her own way. In one interview decades ago, she said she thought Americans were wussies and needed to be more brave and speak out more against the lies and injustices. She was changed by motherhood. She lived through the painful suicide of one of her beloved children. That changed her. Some stories break you harder. And some stories don’t have a medicine that makes the pain go away.

She converted to Islam and changed her name several times. She took on the Muslim name Shuhada' Davitt – later changing it to Shuhada Sadaqat – but continued to use the name Sinéad O'Connor professionally. Shuhada means martyr.

From what I understand, Islam was the culmination of her spiritual journey as a theologian. She felt home inside of it. She found contentment.

“I never made sense to anyone, even myself, unless I was singing. But I hope this book makes sense. If not, maybe try singing it and see if that helps.”

I haven’t yet read her memoir. I somehow forgot about her in my 30’s and as I lost touch, I didn’t pay to much attention to her music. Her death wakes me up to her story, to my story, to our story of waking up inside a machine, waking up to truth, to life/death/life. May she fly free. May her passing be a wave of wakefulness over our heads, reminding us to be more bold. More truthful. More real.

And lastly, Shuhada… May the words of the great truth teller Pasternak carry you into the arms of Allah and beyond.

“And now listen carefully. You in others-this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what your consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life-your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it matter to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you-the you that enters the future and becomes a part of it.”

Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

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Self-care

There's a post that just showed up on my feed that I want to discuss. The reason I'm not using the original post in this is that op comes off as somewhat abrasive [now if they truly are or aren't that I don't know].

In their post they say the recent mantra we don't owe anyone anything is a damaging mentality. As life is a collaborative event and we rely upon others we thus owe to others as much as we have to give. I'm not here to attack them (another reason why I'm making this a separate post), but rather am here to give my own thoughts and perspective.

I struggle with words and while I can use them properly in context their definitions tend to be fuzzy at best. As whoever may read this post might have the same issue with words I will define the word owe below.

Owe (verb) - have an obligation to pay or repay (something, especially money) in return for something received

definition taken from Oxford Languages

I struggle with what OP said mainly because I do that. I give in ways of my time, commitments, effort, all of that until I have nothing else to give. This need to give parts of myself until I have nothing else I can give has been instilled in my by my parents since I was a child. As a result giving has become the main way I show affection to people.

As a result i'm burnt out and struggling to survive. Not necessarily money wise (though that's also a struggle) but physically and mentally. OP says "we owe all we're able to give". But that's just the thing, all we're able to give and all that we can reasonably give are very different things.

Think in terms of money, I'll use my own situation as an example.

After taxes I make about $1800 a month total

Taking out every single necessary expense I have about $400 left over. For me to live paycheck to paycheck I only need $1400 on a good month. I am technically able to give my entire paycheck, but someone once told me when you have to say technically it's wrong.

So let's work with what I have, $400. I could give all of that money away since I don't need it. But, this leaves no room for anything else. If that $400 is always given away anything that comes up that I have to pay for that's not accounted for in necessary purchases, has to be bought with the $1400 I do have.

Something will have to give on my side but it can't be that $400 because it's already given away. So maybe i'll go without food for a week or even two because I have to replace something I can't afford otherwise. Anything unexpected I'll have to sacrifice something I need because i've already given something I need to give.

Reasonably what can I give from that $400? Maybe $50. Which, $350 is a lot of money so why did I say I am able to give it away? Because it's not necessary to my survival. But when I can afford it I'm paying for doctors appointments, medication, and currently physical therapy. Now im poor so a lot of that is covered but some it isn't. When all $350 isn't used up I put it in savings so next time something breaks I can replace it without hurting myself in the process.

Now let's talk about time, commitments, and effort. I can't really say no to people so my schedule has to include sleep or i'll try to go without it. Every minute of my day is planned if something unexpected happens I'll just get less sleep, maybe skip eating. After all who really needs hygiene?

When anyone asks me to help or to do something that time-wise I am able do, I do it. If I don't there's this overwhelming feeling of guilt and self hate that I couldn't even do such a simple thing. Typically, showing someone my schedule they ask me how I'm still functioning. It's because the way i've scheduled myself if I miss anything it builds to the point where even trying to get back on track takes at least one mental break down like a "you should come in twice this week for therapy" type of breakdown.

Huh, that got a bit dark for me.....

The phrase "you don't owe anyone anything", is true.

While the context it was originally formed in (general perception) was breaking away from toxic situations. I don't owe my parents my appearance, ideals, or sexual expression because they raised me. I don't owe my work soul breaking labor because they pay me. I am allowed to leave without feeling like I owe them a debt.

One also doesn't have to support the system or try to change the system even though it's done things have either benefited them or been detrimental to them. This isn't to say that life isn't transactional. To get money one has to work. To get services done you have to pay for it. To receive affection you also have to give it. Do I personally think that giving to or helping others is something you should do? Yes. There is no one way of thinking that covers every exception or every circumstance so my way of thinking is just that. My way of thinking.

But for me, I believe that one does not owe tall their able to give just for existing.

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