#pizza and paragons

[its-ya-girl-phoeni]

Link's relationship with Peppino in my AU is basically just "dad and the kid he said he didn't want"

[yakny]

"As your heir, as the immaculate inheritor of the blood of the Morning Star, Verner the Enlightened, and as your vessel, it is to I that the Order has sworn their absolute loyalties. The Chivalric Order of Knights you've created for peace's sake no longer answers to you, and soon enough, this land will not either."

[stnaf-vn]

Say whatever y’all want, pineapple on pizza is abhorrent and is a paragon of human error…almost like cake on coffee/lh

"Whooaaaa, hang on! Cake on coffee is delicious!!" ~ Friend

[moghedien]

I legit don’t understand how people can like play RP video games and keep the default appearance in CC and just go down the line picking the default good/bad dialogue option every time

Like I sit in CC making my character for three hours like “and this scar under their eye here is from when their sister hurt them accidentally as a child. They have a good relationship with her and never bring it up but secretly have never forgiven her” just concocting the most elaborate backstory/motivations that I’ll like adjust and make fit within the game as I play.

But if I have to choose what my character is gonna eat for lunch I’ll agonize over the options until I determine if it makes more sense for them to eat pizza or tacos. Like how yall just be like “I’m doing my paragon playthrough so I always click the blue dialogue”

[rainbow-rebellion]

This my first time writing fanfiction, so please be gentle! I also decided to try a different writing style than my usual, so I hope it’s still enjoyable! Anyways, here we goooo….

Oh look I’m on AO3 now too

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Supercorptober Day 3: “Kara”

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When she first meets Kara, she remembers thinking “what a beautiful name”.

And then Lena remembers how her breath caught in her throat when she looked into the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen, and she knew in that moment Kara was not anyone she was going to forget anytime soon.

At first, Kara was just interviews and polite conversation over tea and coffee. But she was also a very attractive woman and easy on the eyes, so who could blame Lena if she secretly looked forward to their occasional interactions?

Lena soon came to find that Kara was unlike anyone she had ever met. Kara was genuine in a disarming way, in that way that almost seemed too good to be true - but time and time again she proved that she truly had no ulterior motives - she quite simply just wanted to be Lena’s friend. Lena, self deprecating as ever, couldn’t understand why Kara was so determined to nurture the tiny seedling of their fledgling friendship, but she found herself helpless to resist Kara’s radiant smile and the joy that it brought to her life (or the way her heart beat just a tiny bit faster every time she looked at her).

Before long Kara was weekly lunches, and kombucha dates and spin classes, and text messages with silly stories and pictures that sometimes made Lena laugh until her sides hurt. And then there were the hugs - so many hugs. Lena didn’t think she had ever been hugged so much in her life, but suddenly she couldn’t imagine her life without them, without getting to feel the way she felt when Kara’s arms were wrapped around her.

Kara was warmth and comfort personified, like snuggling up in a soft blanket in front of a fire on a cold day.

Kara was shy smiles and playful smirks and cheek splitting grins. She was long rambling sentences and clumsy stumbles and the endearingly awkward way she always fidgeted with her glasses. She was pizza and ice cream and movie nights, silliness and laughter and bad puns that Lena loved even though she pretended not to.

Kara was a cardigan-clad wrecking ball who unexpectedly smashed down every wall Lena had painstakingly erected around her scarred and wounded heart, walls she put up long ago to keep herself safe… but somewhere along the way Kara had become her safe place, her sanctuary. She felt protected and cared for… and for once, truly loved. Perhaps not in the same way she ever so slowly found herself falling for the charming blonde, but loved nonetheless.

(Because Kara was also the butterflies in Lena’s stomach, and she was stolen glances and sweaty palms and Lena’s nervous habit of biting her lower lip. She was the rapid beating of Lena’s traitorous heart, and affectionate smiles that tried to say what Lena could never find the courage to put into words).

Kara was sunshine, pouring light into all of Lena’s darkest places, banishing the shadows lurking in her soul with gentle but confident assurances of better days ahead. Kara was hope and perseverance and finding the silver lining in every cloud. She was everything good and true in Lena’s life.

Until she wasn’t.

In the blink of an eye, Lena found herself struggling to stay afloat in a raging sea of doubt and confusion, suddenly questioning everything she thought she had ever known. And the one person who could possibly save Lena was the one pushing her head under the water, drowning her in lies and betrayal.

So Kara was Supergirl. She was a goddamn fucking superhero. A so-called symbol of goodness, a supposed paragon of virtue.

Supergirl was “hope, help and compassion for all”.

How ironic.

All Lena felt was hopeless and helpless, all other emotions gone numb aside from the simmering hatred and rage threatening to consume her.

Kara was now nothing more than secrecy and deception. She was cowardice and regret and misplaced trust. Kara was the dull knife blade twisting in Lena’s back. She was the proverbial wolf in sheep’s clothing, an imposter hiding behind a carefully crafted mask.

Kara was Lena’s heart fractured into a million jagged little pieces, ripping her insides apart and leaving her raw, exposed, vulnerable. Broken and bleeding.

Alone.

Kara became silence. The aching hole in Lena’s chest, an emptiness that nothing could fill.

Kara became endless nights finding the bottom of a bottle of expensive scotch, and crystal tumblers shattered against walls when the pain became too much to bear.

Lena wanted so desperately for Kara to become a distant memory, nothing more than a warning to her future self, packed away in a tiny box in Lena’s mind. But no matter what Lena did, Kara was still there, like a stubborn stain on a white shirt.

As time went on, Lena began to liken the feeling to the experience of getting a tattoo. Her emotional tattoo of Kara was a swirling design of pastels mixed with bold and vivid colors, rife with personal significance and symbolic of so many deep and indescribable emotions, both good and bad. And even though it was initially inscribed on her soul with gentle hands and a delicate touch, it still left her heart red and raw, covered in angry scabs that were so easy to pick at even though she knew it would only cause her more pain. But it would heal eventually, as long as Lena allowed it to. The pain would slowly fade away, leaving behind a permanent manifestation of memories both beautiful and bittersweet.

Simply put, as Lena had come to discover, Kara was unforgettable. No matter how much Lena tried to hate her, the truth was she loved her too much to ever let her go. And once Lena finally came to terms with that truth, she decided it was time to stop fighting what was clearly a losing battle.

Lena was finally ready to heal.

Lucky for her, Kara was ready to heal too.

And like dipping her toes cautiously in the edge of the water before diving in, little by little Lena let Kara back into her life.

Kara was different, and yet the same. Kara was layers for Lena to peel back one by one, finding her old friend still there alongside another Kara she had yet to meet.

Kara was forgiveness and second chances. She was the return of weekly lunch dates, and getting to know each other all over again. She was hope renewed, both of them learning to trust again and learning to be honest with each other.

Kara was previously untold stories of Krypton, and Lena’s realization of how the burden of Kara’s trauma weighed so heavily on her broad shoulders. Kara was deep sorrow, and fierce protectiveness, and a deep-seated sense of duty and determination to never let Earth or her loved ones befall the same fate as her former home. Kara was vulnerability, opening up to Lena about her past regrets and deepest fears. Lena learned to recognize the distant pain in Kara’s eyes, how well she hid so much of herself from everyone. And Lena learned to comfort the real Kara, in the same way she realized Kara had always been there to comfort her in her own darkest hours, even when Lena had taken it for granted.

Kara was the overwhelming urge Lena had to learn to speak and read Kryptonian just so that Kara would feel less alone. To be someone she could proudly share her culture and heritage with.

Kara was once again the destruction of the walls around Lena’s heart - but unlike before, the walls come down slowly, brick by careful brick. And this time, Kara’s walls came down too. When they finally had no more walls between them, together they took the bricks and built a bridge between their souls.

“El Mayarah,” as Kara would say. Stronger together.

Kara was once again light and laughter and the one person who could always make Lena smile. She was cuddles on Kara’s couch and spontaneous adventures and Lena finally overcoming her fear of flying. Kara was the confidence Lena needed to start a new business and make her own mark on the world.

Kara was all the affection and longing in Lena’s heart that never truly went away, and only grew stronger the deeper Lena dove into the surprising complexity that comprised all of Kara’s personas.

Kara was still butterflies and blushing cheeks, but now she was also the internal battle between Lena’s overwhelming desire to know if her love for Kara could ever be reciprocated, and Lena’s desperate need to never lose Kara as a friend again.

Kara was the impossible dream Lena finally dared to dream. She was a leap of faith, a trust fall, a plea to the heavens for a blonde haired angel to be the one waiting to catch her.

And now.

Now Kara is the first name Lena says in the morning and the last name on her lips at night. She is the shoulder Lena cries on, the strong arms that hold her close and keep her safe. She is promises and candlelit dinners and sweet whispers in her ear.

And now, as they lace their fingers together, and Lena stares lovingly into those beautiful blue eyes before pressing a gentle kiss to Kara’s impossibly soft lips, Lena can say she knows without a doubt who Kara is.

She is the missing puzzle piece that completes her, the glue holding all of Lena’s broken pieces together. She is the daily warmth and affection that fills Lena’s mended heart to overflowing.

Above all else, Kara is and always will be home. Just like she will always be Lena’s perfect partner at game night, and she will always be the person who takes Lena’s breath away, who makes her feel like the luckiest woman alive. And if there is one thing she knows for certain, it’s that Kara will always be the love of Lena’s life.

Kara really is a beautiful name.

[breathlesswordsbloodyknees]

Change and Divine Judgment

Alright y'all, I keep telling myself I need to write something light and fluffy, but instead this is what came out. I'd like to say I promise I'm not always this intense, I am going through a lot right now...but tbh I'm not sure how true that is. This is a bit of a doozy. But, I do think it ends on hope. I know it's one I needed to see laid out. And I hope...well, I hope it helps someone out there too.

Please have empathy for me and yourself while you read. Thanks in advance for taking the time.

Expanding on Sauron's redemption failure, regarding discussions about Eru/Manwe/Eonwe judgment, coming from my post Narrative Doom. (I'm sorry, I can't be bothered with the umlauts)

TRIGGER WARNING including but not limited to: Religious trauma relating to Christianity, biblical discussion, grief, mental health, and other heavy emotional topics.

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To Start

Personally, due to a good smattering of religious trauma, I struggle with higher power forgiveness. Heavy evangelical/baptist upbringing that we're working on deconstructing.

In regards to the Eonwe/Manwe/Eru dynamic with Sauron’s judgment, I have a lot of thoughts. It's great for fanworks and symbolism and characterization and the like, don't get me wrong.

But it's itchy for me. This form of redemption that's all or nothing, more of a test—and usually a pretty rigged one. Absolute redemption or total damnation if you fail.

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It echoes the Book of Job in my head. While this story isn't directly about judgment, as with Eru and crew, I think it does highlight the intricacies of divine testing.

Very reductive Bible take ahead, fair warning:

Basically, he was a man favored by God with wealth and protection, until Satan proposed a contest to test Job’s faith. (I keep swimming around Mairon and Melkor here)

And God agrees, “Yeah, alright, let's do it. You can raze his lands, cause him bodily harm, and take everything from him. Sure, kill his whole family. But just don't kill him.”

God put Job through the fucking wringer and he's expected to be grateful about it. All to settle a tiff between cosmic beings.

In the end, he more or less tells Job, “Hey! It's all good, I'll bless you with a bunch of animals and some brand-new kids. They'll be better than the old ones, don't worry about it.”

And that's how the story ends.

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Even as a kid, I would sit and stew on this.

Aside from the lessons to be learnt about steadfast faith throughout suffering, what does Job think of all this? How does he feel?

Does he miss his favorite goat who he could always sit and find comfort with? Does the warmth of the sunrise over his vast fields seem different, marred by the memory of fire from heaven?

Let alone that—Does he miss his kids? Does he see echoes of them in the faces of his new ones?

Does he think about his former life the way I think of my pizza pocket shirt, left behind in an ex’s house or laptops I've lost filled with old stories? Or the person I was before the mistakes and trauma?

All that is gone for good, nothing to be done. But there's always that tugging inside.

We don't know, we're not given any of that in the Bible. Instead, we're given an almost throwaway passage detailing the flocks of animals he receives, how cool his new kids are, and how long he lives. It never sat right with me, his divine reward.

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Job is a paragon of faith, a success story, a parable. But in Sauron’s case, he’s the opposite, a ‘cautionary tale’.

I hate it I hate it I hate it

Eru and crew set the stakes high: redemption or damnation, and in my (flawed) recollection of canon, this is just about the only chance Sauron gets for forgiveness. He's given a choice and he chooses wrong.

Thinking about Job and Sauron both, I'm left wondering: How much is approval in the eyes of the divine really worth? Does the spiritual ‘win’ truly wash the suffering away?

Many people would say yes, absolutely. I think that's beautiful.

I know the teachings about God’s all-encompassing forgiveness, enduring faith through hardship, “Be anxious for nothing” Phillipians 4:6-7, your sins can be washed away in the Light of the Lord. And I don't blame people who find comfort and peace in that—honestly, I greatly envy them.

(though I have my bitterness, you can tell. we're working through that)

But for some of us, especially the ones who can't seem to pass the test, no matter how much they study, I need to dig deeper. Is it really all or nothing? What is your worth outside of divine approval, if it can't be achieved? They say everything can be forgiven, but what of Judas? What of Saul? What of Sauron?

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It makes me have to consider some things: It’s very true that “repenting in fear” and changing for other people isn't conducive to real growth. We can't expect Galadriel to swoop in and pull him out of the darkness by herself. And neither can Sauron, no matter how much we eat up the “you bind me to the light” line. It's delicious though

That's not a fair burden to put on her or anyone else. By no means am I saying that it is, you can't 'fix' people. “Heal yourself” is spot on.

(I could go down into the details of the lead up and differences of the S1 rejection vs the S2 rejection, but that's a rabbit to chase later)

In the broader framework of ‘how far gone is too far gone,’ (discussed in Narrative Doom), it’s just…when we take into account the reality that people (even Maiar) are fallible…

I mean, isn't that where a lot of us start with change? In shame and fear and guilt? Looking at something ugly inside you and freaking out about it? When you're lost in a bad way, that can feel like all you have to work with.

And sometimes a hand on your shoulder means everything, even if it's not pulling you up.

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I touched on this before: the tension between good intentions vs bad actions feels like holding coals in your hands.

(Actions matter more than intent, I greatly believe. The impact on others is essential over the 'why' of it; however, I find myself caught in the nuances behind that belief. Intentions and motivations do have weight—to a certain degree. I digress; that's yet another rabbit)

It's all so very easy to tell yourself that the dark is too much to claw your way out of. You convince yourself you're stuck—not only believing that you can't reach for anything greater, but also that you don't deserve better. It's all so very easy to just throw it away and not look at it, hide it in a corner under dirty laundry. To go back to “former habitations,” well-worn grooves, harmful comforting behaviors.

So while Sauron is absolutely culpable for his actions and his moral failures, I, well…I can relate. I can understand.

I've been there, staring down the face of divine judgment and potential forgiveness, but unable to do and feel what you're supposed to, what you're expected to. It makes you angry, it makes you lash out. It's a vicious, bitter cycle.

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Then I circle back to The Good Place quotes I used. “What matters isn't if people are good or bad. What matters is if they're trying to be better today than they were yesterday.”

For an objectively ‘villainous’ character like Sauron, recognizing and processing his attempts at change is difficult—if not impossible. Especially since we know his narrative ending.

From an outside view, it doesn't matter. He does evil, he rejects redemption, and he fails the test set for him by higher powers. What are his weak attempts worth if he just falls off anyways?

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Internally, personally, though, I have to believe each little step, each timid shuffle is worth something, even if it's followed by three steps back. Otherwise, I'll give up. I'll throw the baby out with the bathwater. I'll run off into the woods and never return. Byeeeeee.

So I have to remind myself: Cleaning a single dish is better than letting the pile loom.

(which I know some people vehemently disagree with, insisting that if you're gonna do it, you need to do it all and do it right. I hear Ron Swanson's voice in my head: “Never half-ass two things. Whole-ass one thing.”)

For some of us though, particularly in dark times, those tiny little inconsequential acts are monumental. How are we supposed to change if we see it as meaningless?

I just don't think there's such a thing as ‘absolute’ redemption and total forgiveness; it's a gritty, painful process, forever ongoing. At least it has been for me. The dishes will always loom. But we can pick up and wash a fork.

[nusta]

Questo weekend ho fatto una delle cose che mi ero ripromessa di fare più spesso, anzi due: passare del tempo con le mie amiche di persona e dedicare di nuovo attenzione all'antropologia, che dopo la tesi ho messo un po' troppo in disparte.

Con la mia vecchia compagna di studi siamo andate a seguire degli incontri a Pistoia, organizzati proprio sul tema dell'antropologia dell'alimentazione, sulla cultura e sulle retoriche del cibo, sulle pratiche e i miti più o meno recenti che gravitano intorno alla cucina e alla produzione di ciò che mettiamo a tavola. Bellissimo *_*

Purtroppo siamo riuscite a stare solo una giornata su tre, e abbiamo perso uno degli interventi che avremmo voluto seguire di più, ma non si può avere tutto (e proprio la "temperanza" era uno dei concetti cardine di uno degli interventi che abbiamo ascoltato, quindi abbiamo cercato di contenere la delusione u_u)

Questi sono i miei appunti sparpagliati rimuginati tra ieri e oggi, in attesa di rimettere ordine nei miei pensieri:

* Sullo Sprecometro di Andrea Segrè gli astronauti della stazione spaziale sarebbero sempre ai primi posti di tutte le classifiche, ma quanto è difficile essere parsimoniosi senza un team alle spalle

* Chissà se Stefania De Pascale ha visto "For all Mankind" e quanta fantascienza c'è stata nell'infanzia di chi lavora in questo campo - chissà che ne penserebbero Fabio Dei (ricordando sua lezione dal Festival di antropologia di Bologna) e Dario Bressanini

* Se la tavola serve al dialogo e dialogare a tavola e sulla tavola serve a tutti noi, seguire il filo dei discorsi di Marino Niola e Enzo Bianchi è un viaggio nel linguaggio più suggestivo tra metafore e allegorie, una serie di immagini potentissime

* La concretezza dei numeri sulla produzione di carne di Stefano Liberti è agghiacciante anche dopo aver scritto una tesi su questi argomenti ed è tra i migliori esempi della complessità dei mondi culturali di cui parlava Adriana Destro nel mio primo libro di antropologia

* Chissà se la dimensione relazionale delle scelte alimentari collettive di cui ha parlato Adriano Favole ci porterà verso un equilibrio sostenibile prima o poi - sarebbe meglio prima che poi... - tra i paradossi dell'abbondanza e i limiti della memoria storica e la costruzione di nuove abitudini a tavola (quando ha parlato della neo-tipicità della carne in scatola in polinesia e al paragone con l'importazione della pizza in Italia non ho potuto fare a meno di pensare ad Alberto Grandi)

* Alla ricerca delle foto di Marco Aime, abbiamo visitato alcuni locali tra i vicoli e le piazzette di Pistoia, incrociando insegne di "corsi di recupero per vegani" e mostre fotografiche dedicate alla "fame chimica": sulla sola retorica sul cibo ci sarebbero ore di dialoghi da fare

* Grande emozione incontrare al volo Massimo Montanari e ringraziarlo per aver dato il via alla passione per questi argomenti 20 anni fa, ancora più bello farlo insieme alla mia amica considerato che la nostra amicizia è nata proprio tra i banchi di quel corso

* Quanti libri vorrei leggereeeee

* Per fortuna ci sono i video su youtube per recuperare gli incontri persi

Comunque non potevo non prendere appunti, ovviamente u_u

Questa invece sono io che aspetto il treno per rientrare con 50 minuti di ritardo, ma niente può guastare questo weekend cominciato con gli gnocchi fatti in casa dalla mia amica u_u

E comunque ne ho approfittato per cominciare un libro che sembra proprio bellissimo *_*

[kaitopedestrian]

What's your favourite aspect of .karmafiles paragon route? Personally I loved the emphasis on developing the friendships between the main cast. I know that probably sounds cheesey but "A Light of Friendship" was exactly the mood I was in when this update came out. I love the rejuv cast.

Okay, I LOVE every single just casual character intercation we're seeing and having with everyone

Movie night with Amber, going around GDC and drinking that Sinistea Tea with Ren, Erin spiking her own drink, Venam opening up to Amber and being vulnerable to her, the siblings helping Alice, our personal time with Crescent, letting Crescent see snow, Reina and Ren's little heart to heart, everyone's outing at the mall, the Christmas party everyone was having with Kanon not being able to order pizza

In a game like Rejuvenation where the story is so heavy and the characters are just getting beat up over and over again, the little character things where they are just enjoying life, hanging out, and having fun stick out more and I love that part of this game

[nucleargnocchi]

In defense of Despicable Me 3

It has taken me FOREVER to get to this and I can no longer find the ask but! @squidsandthings, to answer your question of what's up with Despicable Me 3, the plain truth of it is that it is simply the pinnacle of film. Most people think it's a classic case of a company wringing every drop of profit they can from a movie that saw commercial success, dragging it out further and further with each sequel until the plot is so attenuated you can barely see it, the concept is so inane you lose brain cells watching it, and the characters are so two-dimensional they are undoubtably relatives of Stanley. But I say it's cinema at its finest. I will try to make this short, but brevity is nigh impossible when extolling the virtues of Despicable Me 3.

To start, Gru is the morally gray anti-hero this generation needs: an ingenius villain with something to prove (he has mommy issues), yet a tender family man at heart. He yearns for his past life, for the thrill of heists and gadgets and gizmos, but recognizes that he now has joys and responsibilities (the gorls) and must struggle to tame his nostalgia.

Dru, Gru's long-lost twin brother with the most luscious blond hair you've ever seen, is the hot to Gru's cold, the high to his low, the piliferously well-endowed to his follically challenged. Dru has all the charisma and charm that Gru lacks, but he is bumbling and incompetent when it comes to heisting. Yet, despite it all, he desperately wants to follow in his (and Gru's) recently deceased father's legacy of villainy, to make him posthumously proud.

The gorls are growing up: Margo receives a proposal from a boy with limp cheese and a pig, Edith remains surly yet reveals her caring nature as she accompanies Agnes to find a unicorn, and Agnes herself remains a paragon of hope and childlike wonder despite learning that unicorns aren't real, choosing to embrace a one-horned goat in what is possibly a biblical allusion to finding the beauty in imperfection. All the while, the gorls are figuring out what a relationship with their step-mom Lucy looks like, and Lucy in turn is learning what it means to be a mother.

The minions, upset with the dangerous labor conditions (Dr. Nefario was accidentally frozen in carbonite) and unfulfilling work (not evil), decide to unionize in a powerful example of proletariat uprising. Unfortunately, they later get imprisoned for stealing pizza after enthralling fictional and real-life audience members alike by performing a spectacular impromptu rendition of the Major-general's Song on a live singing competition. They then stage a jailbreak like the radical prison abolitionists they are and find their way back to continue a life of crime with Dru.

With such a star-studded cast of characters, you'd think there would be no way to steal the spotlight, but the antagonist, Balthazar Bratt, manages to outshine them all. Bratt is nuanced and realistic with a tragic, compelling backstory (teenage acne) who clings to a delusion of fame after his TV show as a child actor was canceled. He is stylish and funky, bringing all the best parts of the '80s back to life with his superior sense of fashion (I mean, who else can pull off spiky purple shoulderpads and not look monstrous?), immense bravery (he sports a spiky, gleaming mullet despite his large bald patch), and multipurpose choice of weaponry (keytar that emits waves of sonic energy strong enough to blow not just your socks, but all of your clothes off to the tune of Van Halen's "Jump").

In all, Despicable Me 3 is undoubtably a cinematic masterpiece through and through.

Also, it's an inside joke with my cousin that I've taken waaaay too far.

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

Black, Grey, Blue - Cyno

Invade my Privacy || Always Accepted~

Black: 1 fact about the person I like.

"Their greatest charm is their ability to make me feel like a better person every time we are together. I believe it is important in a partner, and a quality I couldn't do without now that I've got to know that joy."

Grey: 2 facts about my favorite things.

"Genius Invokation TCG was the first competitive game of its kind to organize a tournament in which people and animals could sign up to play against each other, without separated categories. Truly a paragon of inclusiveness and sportsmanship like no other before. I think all sports and games should take the example from it."

"Every ten years or so, the Great Red Sand receives a sudden and dense amount of rain. In the few days that follow, hundreds of thousands of plant seeds that were dormant in the sand come to bloom together, covering the dunes with color. It is called a Superbloom, and doesn't last long before all plants dry up and whither. A spectacle no one should miss."

Blue: 9 facts about my family.

"Let's see... What could I say that won't put me into trouble?"

I was raised by a former renowned sage of the Akademiya, but we are not related by blood.

One of his students was the top scholar the Akademiya has seen in 200 years, and I regard her as a sister of sorts.

I've met Collei in Mondstadt, when I was personally tasked with helping her through a very difficult crisis.

Collei was the one I've told my first-ever joke. She did not laugh.

I was very suspicious of Tighnari when we first met, and it took me a while to loosen up around him.

Master Cyrus is currently fixating on growing tomatoes.

Collei and I both like steak.

Tighnari likes dishes with a lot of mushrooms, like mushroom pizza, or chicken mushroom skewer. But he doesn't get to them often, because Collei has quickly developed a dislike for them.

My blood parents have given me up to the Temple of Silence when I was very young.

[its-ya-girl-phoeni]

POV: you're an evil world-devouring mask and have made the mistake of hurting a child when his adoptive Italian dad is around

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1100 - Initial Thoughts

Nearly 3 years ago we sat and marveled at the beginning of Roof Piece

1000 Chapters, and now it's 1100

The Kuma backstory continues though, so we'll see what more the story offers, and if there's any bombshells to drop during it.

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release

Nice little cover page, Usopp remembering his old crew from Syrup Village as Sanji chopped up their namesakes

But also why have a bunny you literally have a rabbit character also named Carrot Oda -_-

This time we pick up with Kizaru visiting Lab 08, still in his mafia era he was in when he kicked Arlong to the curb

Kizaru complaining how it's super cold compared to Punk Hazard I mean you're half right in hindsight

It seems that Vegapunk was so brimming with ideas that he missed a Den Den Mushi, which caught wind of his dealings with pirates

A navy battleship awaits outside, with a younger X-Drake also in waiting (is he alive? We've not heard from him since Onigashima)

Kuma had 296 million berry as a bounty, kinda low all things considered

Saturn on the Den Den Mushi reprimands Vegapunk, noting that they can't make a pirate the face of the clone army

So he only agrees to it under three terms; firstly, he must become a Warlord

Huh, seems that the vacancy Kuma filled was due to Ace defeating a Warlord, interesting

The Second term is to undergo body modifications as well, in order to become a human weapon

There is the inverted purpose said plainly from last chapter, the Pacifista intended to be a force of peace while Saturn wishes to make Kuma a 'paragon of fear'

'We are well aware of your history with the Revolutionary army' BITCH YOU FOUGHT HIM AS A CHILD SLAVE AT GOD VALLEY DON'T ACT COY

But Saturn is playing politics, and he wants assurances that Kuma won't turn on the government for the army (aha whoops)

And term number 3: he must agree to give up his free will and individuality

Vegapunk is immediately and staunchly against this, man's literally seething at the idea that they request to effectively kill him, to lobotomize Kuma's humanity in favour of weaponry

Saturn acting like this is all to pay for stem cell treatment as if he's not already gonna get a clone army out of his genetics

Still, Kuma's fatal flaw is still exposed, he's good, too good for his own good

He agrees to the terms, anything to save Bonney

It'll take six months to perform this oh so expensive surgery, and a year of therapy before she can go into sunlight

On the other hand removing a man's entire humanity will take two years, but nobody's asking about the cost there

Oh fuck this guy even more now, after all those terms now he wants more?

Since Bonney is their 'only leverage' (I would bet he knows exactly where Bonney came from) he wants even more assurances that Kuma won't run before his modifications are complete

So in the year and a half her treatment's complete, Bonney is put under navy custody, and Kuma can't see her until his mind is erased

Effectively they won't even let the man see his daughter once she's cured

And any show of defiance will be treated as voiding the bargain, and Bonney will be thrown into slavery (man definitely fucking knows where Bonney came from, he knows what happened with Ginny)

Kuma of course agrees, but requests that Bonney not be told of the procedure or the observation, she will return to Sorbet to recover

For the next six months, Kuma and Bonney live in Lab 08 with Vegapunk and Sentomaru, Kuma pretending that the doctors are checking up on him for a separate illness

Early signs of Vegapunk's struggles without his split bodies, as he laments not having more of himself

Kuma continues modification, all while Bonney undergoes treatment and Lab 08 starts to grow more into Egghead

Also Kizaru joins in for giant pizzas

They all dance to the tune of Nika, puts Kizaru's reluctance into more perspective, and yet he still went through with trying to kill them

The Surgery is a success, but there's still the year of therapy to deal with

Bonney still has some scales over her eyes too, not yet replaced by the piercing

Bonney is returned to Sorbet, greeted by the people and Conney, who is more than happy to watch over Bonney again

Kuma uses his piracy to explain to Bonney why he'll be away for so long, but promises to write to her

'The next I see you, we'll both be able to sail the seas and reach the horizon' - aaaaaand it's sad again

'Doctors' arrive too, as part of the WG's observation

Including 'Alpha' or 'Alufa' a nurse of CP8 who is probably Kalifa

Wasting no time policing the visitation times with Bonney too

Threatening a child with a smile on your face? Nami should kick her ass again

Kuma leaves to become the warlord we know today

And that means a reaction from the other warlords

Sugar tells Doflamingo, who seems excited by the prospect of another 'villain'

It's been over 3 months and we finally see Nico Robin, the flashback Miss All Sunday version at least, I need to know if present day Robin is okay though

Future Yonko Commander Crocodile meanwhile doesn't care, more concerned with the people who spotted his rainmaking ship as part of the Alabasta plot

Mihawk, reacts as Mihawk does

Also pre-Luffy Koby reaction, bullied by Alvida into saying she's stronger than him

And Ace! Jinbe is hanging with Whitebeard with the news

Blackbeard can fuck off though but Marco can stay

Whitebeard is perplexed by the news it seems, Jinbe meanwhile wonders about the change in the world

Boa doesn't care either way, neither does Moria who downplays him despite Perona noting he has to be strong

The Revolutionaries react also, Sabo and Koala are shocked, but Dragon remains pensive, probably aware of what went down, and how he likely sent Kuma to this fate

He uses Bonney's drawing of him on his sail!

True to his word he does write to Bonney, telling her he's trying to find the best destinations to take her when she's 10

The Government give him orders as he makes port in a familiar village

A young unbeknownst god runs away from an angered tiger, as Bartholomew Kuma ends up in Foosha village

We knew it had to get sad again but still, there's more twisting in this knife.

I can see if people feel a little underwhelmed by this chapter though, given how 1000 was the prelude of some amazing action and catharsis 1100 did just feel like a continuation, I think some people were also expecting to return to present day a bit.

I don't mind too much, I felt like we still had to cover Kuma becoming a warlord, the rage in my blood boils over with Saturn though, he knew he could take everything from Kuma he couldn't take from him before. Bonney will reach 10 and for 2 years after that sail the seas allegedly 'free' but without her father, promises people have prohibited from being kept.

I said it before and I said it again, there needs to be a happy ending for Kuma and Bonney some way. I'm still thinking S-Bear right now as Kuma's main body keeps being broken down. It also feels like Saturn wanted failsafes in Kuma's modification too, I need Kuma to be part of the reason Saturn's taken down, he deserves to smack that spider-legged c*nt square in the face. I also feel like we're seeing reason for Vegapunk to be unable to become a straw hat, without his other bodies and the droves of assistants and resources to get all his ideas out he would be pretty insufferable. I know some people also want Bonney but I'd sooner see her happy with her father, plus Sanji already has to cook for at least 10 times his crew's actual size adding Bonney will make that number even greater.

Outside of that it was nice to see some old faces, wonder who the warlord Ace beat was, but now curiosity deepens over Kuma being in Foosha. I mean he has orders so maybe he sails away, just missing the latest host of the being he hoped to be like, but it'd also be interesting if he met Luffy before Sabaody (since he was unconscious for Thriller Bark).

A cover and colorspread awaits us next week, does Oda invite more pain, or is there a hidden solution that will finally start to take shape?

[bergamorisvegliata]

...DAL WEB...

A scuola portavo il diario di Smemoranda 📔 e lo zaino invicta (che in termini di paragone era resistente quanto un Nokia 3310). Usavo i ciucci colorati, masticavo le Big Babol, collezionavo le sorprese degli ovetti Kinder o del Mulino Bianco. Vestivo jeans Energie, Levi’s 501, canottiere Onyx, Bomber Gas e ho indossato le zeppe 🤦‍♀️. Aspettavo il Festivalbar 🎶 e le classifiche di MTV quasi più del Natale 🎄. Avevo “la comitiva ” formata da un numero imprecisato di ragazzini , ragazzine e non esistevano i bulli… Erano più rompicazzi sbandati, si passavano le giornate a giocare, ridere e scherzare o a chiacchierare sui muretti della città❤️... Sono cresciuta con Willy il principe di Bel Air🎶 Beverly Hills 90210,

poi è arrivato Dawson's creek❤️ Friends..

la mia infanzia?

Happy Days,La casa nella prateria,Quark, Holly e Benji, Mila e Shiro, Georgie, Lady Oscar, Jem, Magica Emi, Occhi di gatto, Piccoli problemi di cuore, Creamy ed Esplorando il corpo umano. Collezionavo i poster del Cioè,

avevo i Bon Bons di Malizia e le trousse della Pupa e le Bombolette deodorante Malizia profumo d'intesa.. Ho conosciuto la Cabina telefonica 📞 , i gettoni di rame, facevo la collezione delle schede telefoniche con tiratura limitata (altro che pokemon 😒), i telefoni della nonna con la ruota ed i primi telefoni bianchi della Sip ☎️ . Ho fatto milioni di squilli e sognato con la Christmas card 🥰🤩mentre masticavo le Brooklyn. Erano gli anni della Lambada 💃🏻 e yo-yo, delle macchine fotografiche 📷 col rullino che non vedevi l’ora di sviluppare e che su 25 ne uscivano bene 3/4 foto al massimo. (col cacchio che fotografavo le foto dello spritz, a 15/20mila lire a sviluppo🤣) In gita scolastica se eri fortunata ti compravano quella usa e getta e sul pullman eri una “criminale” se sedevi in fondo.😂 E mentre sfrecciavo con la Mountain Bike a cambio Shimano 🚵‍♀️ sgommando sulle discese dei garage, sognavo la mia massima tecnologia che era il Game boy con il Tetris o SuperMario.😍

Rimpiango tutt’oggi la Lira 💰perché con 10 Mila lire ci facevi serata, pizza bibita e ti restava pure qualcosa per il giorno dopo 🥺. Con questo post oggi è come se avessi preso una Bic e riavvolto il nastro di una vecchia cassetta 📼 Un tuffo nel passato ❤️ Un sorriso ti si è stampato in faccia certamente sin dall'inizio della lettura! 😍 "Gli anni del tranquillo siam qui noi" ❤️ (e forse anche qualche anno prima 😉)

[cancerina77-blog]

A scuola portavo il diario di Smemoranda 📔

e lo zaino invicta (che in termini di paragone era resistente quanto un Nokia 3310)

Usavo i ciucci colorati, masticavo le Big Babol, collezionavo le sorprese degli ovetti Kinder o del Mulino Bianco.

Vestivo jeans Energie, Levi’s 501, , Bomber Gas .

Aspettavo il Festivalbar 🎶 e le classifiche di MTV quasi più del Natale 🎄.

Avevo “la comitiva ”

formata da un numero imprecisato di ragazzini , ragazzine e non esistevano i bulli... Erano più rompicazzi sbandati, si passavano le giornate a giocare, ridere e scherzare o a chiacchierare sui muretti della città❤️

Sono cresciuto con Willy il principe di Bel Air🎶

Beverly Hills 90210,

poi è arrivato Dawson's creek❤️ Friends..la mia infanzia? Happy Days, La casa nella prateria,Quark, Holly e Benji, Mila e Shiro, Georgie, Lady Oscar, Jem, Magica Emi, Occhi di gatto, Piccoli problemi di cuore, Creamy ed Esplorando il corpo umano.

Collezionavo i poster del Cioè, avevo le Bombolette deodorante Malizia profumo d'intesa..

Ho conosciuto la Cabina telefonica 📞 i gettoni di rame, facevo la collezione delle schede telefoniche con tiratura limitata (altro che pokemon 😒),

i telefoni della nonna con la ruota ed i primi telefoni bianchi della Sip ☎️ .

Ho fatto milioni di squilli e sognato con la Christmas card 🥰🤩mentre masticavo le Brooklyn.

Erano gli anni della Lambada 💃🏻 e yo-yo, delle macchine fotografiche 📷 col rullino che non vedevi l’ora di sviluppare e che su 25 ne uscivano bene 3/4 foto al massimo. (col cacchio che fotografavo lo spritz, a 15/20mila lire a sviluppo🤣)

In gita scolastica se eri fortunato ti compravano quella usa e getta e sul pullman eri un “criminale” se sedevi in fondo.😂

E mentre sfrecciavo con la Mountain Bike a cambio Shimano 🚵‍♀️ sgommando sulle discese dei garage, sognavo la mia massima tecnologia che era il Game boy con il Tetris o SuperMario.😍

Rimpiango tutt’oggi la Lira 💰perché con 10 Mila lire ci facevi serata, pizza bibita e ti restava pure qualcosa per il giorno dopo 🥺.

Con questo post oggi è come se avessi preso una Bic e riavvolto il nastro di una vecchia cassetta 📼

Un tuffo nel passato ❤

Un sorriso ti si è stampato in faccia certamente sin dall'inizio della lettura!

#annimeravigliosi

[kasja93]

Nie wierze kutfa nie wierze. Stanęłam na noc na parkingu. Widziałam napis, że parking za free dla klientów przybytku zwanego EatAliano, ale stałam tu nie raz (fakt faktem w godzinach zamknięcia owej jadłodajni) i nikt mojego spokoju nie zakłócał. Zjadłam, wysmażyłam poprzedniego posta i położyłam się spać. Łącznie stoję już dwie godziny. Właśnie mi się zaczęło przysypiać. Ktoś puka. I sobie myśle „A niech spierdala na szczaw banany prostować pewnie pedały albo co gorsza szwedzcy alkoholicy pytający o flachę”. Rytm stukania zmienia się w najbardziej znany na świecie „Nie No kurwa pewnie jakiś zjeb od nas z firmy. Pierdole udaje martwą z niedźwiedziami to działa to może na meneli również”. KTOŚ ZŁAPAŁ ZA LUSTERKO I BUJA MI KABINĄ!!!! (Efekt podobny jakbyście w osobówce złapali za dach i zaczęli bujać lewa prawa tylko dziesięć razy mocniej). „No nie kurwa zabije owego skurwysyna a w Szwecji pewnie więzienia wypasione jak w Norwegii”. Wstaje. Odsuwam zasłonę. Patrze a tam bliżej nieokreślony ciapaty. Otwieram okno i się typ zaczyna produkować łamanym angielskim, że parking płatny, ale by wpaść zjeść w restauracji. Ja mówię, że jeść nie będę bo jest już późno, że zapałce za parking. 13 OJRO. Spoko i tak stara kasę zwraca. To ja chce kartą. Nie No Kartą To W Barze. Dobra to się ubiorę i zaraz przyjdę. Typ zachwala jedzenie. Mówię, że nie jem. Zachwala jeszcze bardziej. Tłumacze, że jest późno i nie będę jadła. Pyta czy jestem ze Szwecji (blond kudły robią swoje, tablice rejestracyjne zaś mam przecież od Wujka Adolfa). Odpowiadam, że kurła nie. To machnął ręką i mówi, że mi odpuszcza i luzik mam iść spać. WTF?! Kładę się z powrotem na łóżku. No nie No idę bo mi jeszcze później potnie naczepę czy ki chuj. Ubieram się, wychodzę taka zamulona z kabiny patrze a ten atakuje innego już kierowcę… jednak jak owy jegomość mnie zauważył przybiegł „Będziesz jadła?” Kurwaaa NIE! Ide zapłacić skoro już i tak nie śpię! „Aaaa sorry IM Sorry!” Mówię by nie przepraszał bo to jego parking w końcu. Odprowadza mnie do baru krytykując mój zawód. No bo jak to Baba za kierownicą i jeszcze śpi w kabinie. Patrze na niego i pytam skąd jesteś? Z Syrii. No i wszystko jasne… dojebałam mu, że ma daleko do domu. Wchodzę do baru, restauracji zwał jak zwał. Szwedzki stół a na nim: pizza, makarony różne, sushi, sałatka grecka, warzywa po azjatycku. Jezu… co za mix… Mówię do opalonego za kasą, że chce zapłacić za parking. Płace 13 jurków, dostaje paragon by się ze starą rozliczyć i odmaszerował. Dopada mnie Syryjczyk „Co? Ty nie jeść?” Borze Szumiący NIE. Karze czekać i daje mi pudełko mówiąc bym wzięła na jutro. No dobra. Zapakowałam sobie trochę sałatki, dwa kawałki sushi i dwie łyżki jakiś warzyw w sosie sojowym na ostro. Obsługa w szoku. „Co tak mało? Pizzę sobie weź” i już chcą mi pudełko na pizzę dawać. „NIE! WSZYSTKO OKEJ”. Ja naprawdę chce już pójść spać… Wycofuje się w stronę wyjścia. Dają mi jeszcze kubek bym sobie napoju nalała. Patrze. Jest cola zero. Chuj tam nalewam pół kubka i życzę im spokojnej nocy po czym spierdalam zanim mnie znowu zaatakują… Takie rzeczy to tylko u mnie bez kitu… Zawsze, gdy już myśle, że nic bardziej pojebanego mnie danego dnia nie spotka los płata mi figla. Jestem cholernym magnesem, który przyciąga świrów… I tak oto mam śniadanie i niejako obiad na jutro załatwione. Zaszokowałam wszystkich, że gruba wzięła tak mało… chociaż tu już może nie chodzi o moją posturę, lecz o sam fakt bo tam pewnie dzieją się pojebane jak paczka gwoździ sceny cały czas xD widzę jak się moi koledzy po fachu na promie zachowują i jak potrafią kraść mydło w płynie do półtora litrowej butelki po cisowiance o 2 nad ranem w damskim kiblu, więc domyślam się co w EatAliano musi się odjaniepawlać każdego dnia… Idę spać bo rano budzik zadzwoni mi o 5 nad ranem

[shadie-dealing]

Some more reposting from the past..

(approximately age 9.. translated from memory)

... Momma is scared I think. She says we haffa be real quiet. I saw her go all still and funny.. the men that stared at us..

I have to leave school again. Miss Darcy was nice. She said my drawings are special.. but I won't get to see her anymore. Mom says we have to go back to Paragon. The islands aren't safe anymore... again.

I'm so tired of always moving.. I wish I had time to make friends. I don't want Momma to feel bad. I know she's trying to take care of me. I'm selfish.. I just want to go to the same school for more than year at a time.. I want to make friends..

I want to go to a slumber party.. They sound SO fun. You all sleep at one person's house, in like sleeping bags, but for fun, not cuz there's not a real bed. You stay up late, and eat pizza and cookies and drink lots of soda and watch movies. There's special games you play, like truth or dare.

I'm kinda scared of it.. but it also sounds really fun. I guess sometimes, they bully someone. I can't go to one.. cuz that'd be me. All the pretty pink girls would pick on me.. like they always do. I can't even be like.. pretty BROWN.. I'm just ugly grey.

I don't mean it.. not really. Momma would be so mad to hear that.. I like my skin.. it's pretty. Dark grey like the sky.

If I put glitter on.. I look like outer space..

It's so pretty..

But they don't think so. They think I'm ugly and weird.

Momma says my wings are beautiful. I like them. i can FLY with them!! They are small but strong.. like they feel special.. and my tail.. I love my tail.. it's part of me.. and Momma loves them. She says I'm lucky. Most people don't get extra parts that make them special.

I try SO hard to believe her. The other kids don't seem to think so.. they say I'm ugly.. a freak..only animals have wings or tails.. so My dad must be an animal.

I don't think that's true. Momma gets quiet and sad when I ask.. I don't ask anymore. She goes all quiet, and stares off into nothing.. remembering him. She.. really loved him. I know that. It's how she loves me.. I'm part of him. And he's gone. Momma loved him.. and I'm all that's left of him.

She never makes me feel like.. bad about it. I'm lucky. He was.. special, somehow. She thought so. And I am part of that.. and part of her. When I ask, she always talks about how I'm.. like.. her and him, in one person. And that's special.

I don't feel special like that, but I want to. I wish I knew more about him. What he was.. but Momma gets so sad.. SO sad.. I can't ask her any more.. I know it hurts her... that she wants me to know, but she can't tell me yet.

I can't wait to know. I bet he was.. amazing...