#remember me. you killed me. you were actually the group tank

[gristlegrinder]

extremely normal revenant commander with an extremely normal mists entity in their brain. it’s fine

[atebyflowers]

puppy | E.W

first time writing full smut . . so be gracious pls. i don't rmb ib . . so tag if u do lol — cw: sub!ellie, loser!ellie, fem reader, both afab, sex (duh), slight dacryphilia, fingering, cunnilingus, mommy kink, scissoring, cum eating, dom!reader, lol lol okay . . think thats all 🐈‍⬛ UNEDITED so ignore errors ty

"I need her so bad.” you say as you drag a cigarette between your lips, digging through your pockets in search of a lighter. The evening was loud, you and Dina has stepped out of the house to break from the over crowded party — the whether damp and gloomy making it look like midnight already. You groaned as dina took the cigarette out of your mouth, lighting it as she grew impatient waiting for you to finish digging through your pockets. "Did you even hear me?" You scoffed standing up to grab the now lit cigarette from her hands. Dina rolled her eyes at you, slightly laughing at what she thought, was your stupidity. "Shes to innocent for you babe" she replied after blowing out the smoke. "Yea? I'm sure nobody's that innocent. ." You replied taking another inhale from the cigarette. “You remember when i had to tutor her on sex ed?!" Dina laughed louder though her words, you scoff “that means nothing, maybe she needed help finding-" Dina cut you off with an even louder laugh, you rolled your eyes once again and shoved past her — stomping on the cigarette as you walked back into the house.

It was your sophomore year of college, at first — you were dreading moving back into your dorm the moment you found out you would have to move into a double this semester. Lucky for you, that all changed the moment you realize who your roomate was. Ellie. . the girl you've been practically obsessed with for as long as you can remember. God was she a fucking loser—but you loved it. The way she subtly watched you in admiration thinking you never noticed, the way she'd follow you around like a lost puppy whenever you hanged out in large groups . . She was an addiction to you — and you needed more. With her bed right across from yours, your mind spiraled with the ideas of her every time the sun set. When you finally fell asleep, all you could dream about was the way she’d sound underneath your grip . . fuck it killed you. You knew ellie was inexperienced, definitely not innocent like dina described it . . but she had never been with a girl the way you had been with a girl — you hated it, but we're also obsessed with the idea of being her first full body.

standing in front of the door to your dorm, Dina scoffed before you turned around to face her. "Suddenly you're nervous?" She questioned looking at you with an attitude, "I'm not . . fuck off dina" you responded. It was midnight now, actually midnight, and the two of you finally made it back to campus. Clothes drenched by the sudden storm — you turned away from the black haired girl and pulled out your dorm key. "I'll be praying for you, but i still don't think you have a chance!" Dina said, walking off before you could respond. You sighed heavily leaning your head back before you fully unlocked the door walked inside shaking your head. You hang up your soaked jacket and lift off your T-shirt leaving a tank top underneath. Throwing the wet t-shirt into your laundry hamper, you're caught off gaurd by the sounds of groans.

"Els?" You question walking into kitchen, making her jump. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you . . But you're really loud" you laughed. Ellie sighs through a laugh and turns back to her papers placing her pencil down on the counter. You walked closer to her, studying her expressions in an attempt to read her feelings. Watching her for a few moments in silence, you view her furrowed eyebrows as she chews on the eraser of her pencil. Moving even closer to lean over her shoulder, your breathe against her skin catches her off gaurd. "Need any help?" You question, slightly dragging your fingers up and down her exposed arms. Ellie smiled to herself before responding, "like you could help me" she scoffed sarcastically and you frowned "what is that supposed to mean?" You questioned, and ellie turned around to face you, you — backing up slightly so your eyes could meet once she's adjusted in her chair. "I just mean . . you know, I'm smart. . It's okay" her words made you laugh, "oh I know you're smart baby, but you look so stressed" you said patting her head, nearly petting her as she blushed at your response. "so pathetic" you thought in your head, your

teasing was ever so slightly, yet just enough to make her a re mess. Standing just above her, Ellie's eyes uncontrollably meet your chest — staring for a moment before she catches herself and looks away. You giggle as you watch her, causing sudden embarrassment to flush over her. "My eyes are up here" you said lifting her chin to face you, "i wasn-" Ellie's voice was shaky as she met your eyes again — nearly trembling over how close you two were. "I'm sorry" she barely gets out through a voice crack. You bite your lips hiding a smile as you look down at her, caressing her cheeks with your thumb. You hummed, pulling your body on top of hers in a straddle position—ellie's body slightly shocked by the sudden contact. "Look at me" you said as she tried to look in any other direction, before obeying your words and looking up at you. "have you done this before?" you questioned her remaining eye contact, your softer now — somewhat soothing her firing anxiety. Ellie shook her head, staring at you like a deer caught in the headlights. You chuckled, still soothing her cheeks with free hand — the other one caressing her thigh. "Have you thought about it?" You asked her bluntly, your voice just barely above a whisper as your faces were now closer than ever — lips Barry just brushing over eachother as ellie did nothing but whine in response. "use ur words baby . ." You responded, using your free hand to grab her jaw, forcing eye contact. "Yes" she stuttered through her response and you smirked, her breathe heavily filling the room already. "Tell me then . . . have you thought about?" You whispered again, eyes now on her lips.

"you . . I've thought about you" she blurted out, your eyes dragging up from her lips and onto hers. those words was all it took for you to pull her up, making her stand with you as you dragged her over to the living room and onto the couch. obediently, she sits down on the cushions as you tower over her — watching her fidget in her seat before you move to straddle her again. holding her chin with your hand, you pull her lips into yours aggressively — guiding her hands onto your waist. Ellie grips your sides as you slightly grind yourself against her — the small friction sending her into a trance. struggling to focus on your lips, distracted by her desperate attempts to feel you — you pull away from the kiss giving her a moment to breathe. "What do you want me to do?” you whisper, your breathe brushing her lips. Ellie whines and you grip her chin harder, "use your words . ." You add onto your words, causing her to whine again and choke out a response. "please . . touch me" she says softly — you smiling at her words.

pushing her down onto the couch, your mouth is on her lips again — even more aggressive then before, and Ellie wines as you make your way down her body. Dragging down her bottoms, you gently brush your hand over her boxers — ellies breath growing heavier with every touch. slowly enough to make her whine, you pull down hee boxers and push your hand up her body before dragging it back down. "

“You’re so pretty” You whisper, ellies eyes fluttering as her face grew red. "has anyone else ever seen you like this?" you questioned with your hand caressing her thigh again, your eyes watching it before you move them to look at her. ellie shakes her head before letting out a quiet "no", her response making you smile as you dragged your hand from her thigh onto her cunt, a moan escaping her lips in response to the sudden pleasure. Her desperation has you over the edge. She's a mess as you continue to rub her clit before bring your mouth down. your tongue gently moving up and down causes desperate 'pleases' to escape her mouth. Looking up at her with your head still between her legs, you move your down to her entrance. Without warning, you push two fingers into her cunt slowly — the suddenness causing a loud "fuck" to come out of her mouth.

"so perfect" you whine out, leaning down to latch your mouth into her clot — sucking onto it as you speed up your pace. fingers pumping in and out of her, ellies moans filled your ears — causing your own pleasure to form below. "f-feels so good. ." She whines out, her voice breaking as she attempts to hide her moans. Her words spark something within your body, making you increase your pace — the wetness between your mouth still sucking on her clit, and the juices spilling from ber cunt, causing you to moan into her. "I'm gonna-" she attempts to speak but cuts herself off with another loud moan.

"Not yet baby . . wanna hear you" you breathe out louder than before, removing your mouth for a slight moment to speak before pushing yourself back into her. she was an addiction, her sweet taste making it nearly impossible for you to stop. Tears spilled from ellies eyes as she attempted to obey your commands, grinding her hips into your face and fingers — she was entirely overwhelmed. "p-please, please let me cum.” She cries, her new tone causing you to smile to yourself.

Removing your mouth from her, your fingers still at a steady pace, you lean over her and use your free hand to grab her face harshly. "Say it again" you instructed her, her eyes still filled with tears as she practically yelled out her response. "Please- please mommy, please I need it.” Her words sending electricity throughout your body and you grow needy. With your own wet spot grown on your shorts, you remove your fingers from inside her causing her to whine loudly. Moving the fabric aside, you push your body onto hers. Careful not to waste time, you alone your clit with hers — holding her body down just enough for you to aggressively grind against her. The two of you moaning loud enough for whoever might be walking by the rooms to hear, shamelessly shes yelling your name as you fuck her ruthlessly. "it's . . Too much please, please y/n" she whimpered out, you aggressively pushing yourself down onto her harder, "take it baby . . you're doing so good. ." You responded, your tone sympathetic to her cries. ellie attempts to grind herself against you, desperate to put work in. "I need to cum, please let me cum, it- y-you f-feel so fucking good" she cries out louder than ever and you can feel your own release coming on with every grind against her soaking clit. "Cum with me baby . . . cum with mommy" you ordered in a husky tone, your voice alone being enough for her orgasm to come over her.

Before she could come down from her climax, you lifted yourself off of her — a string of your releases trailing off of your clit as you shifted your body down once again, pushing your mouth into her cum filled cunt. Ellie whimpered as you took her in, savouring her taste and sucking on her ever so slightly — being cautious of her sensitivity. Releasing your mouth from her body, you looked up at her — her hair a mess and her eyes still watery as she attempted to catch her breathe. You began kissing up her body until you reached her face, caressing her body up and down gently, she did the same with what strength she had left in her. "such a good girl" you whispered out, your eyes meeting her reddened face causing you to smile. "mmmm . ." You moaned into her lips as you pulled her in for a more gentle and passionate kiss.

"you did so good baby" you said barely moved away from her lips, "so so good" you added on, caressing her blushed face as her eyes — still dampened from her heavy tears, fluttered tiredly in response to your praises.

[yandere-fics]

♡ Pauline Teacher/Student ♡

"Y/N, please meet me in my office after your classes are over." Having everyone assume you were a delinquent with horrible grades was a small price to pay to be able to see your favorite teacher after school every day, now one would ever assume she held you gently in her office, explaining the questions you'd got wrong on purpose just to see her, before fucking you so hard you couldn't even remember what she'd explained anyways, sure it sucked having her think you were stupid but your dean was going through a rough time and you just wanted to cheer her up so if fingering her idiot student so hard you lost conscious and had to nap in her office was what cheered her up then you were more than happy to oblige her, after all you loved her since she first took over as dean of the school and you saw how much she loved magic despite only being able to use curse herself and everyone was so mean, lying that such a wonderful woman had killed her parents for the position, you'd run to her and told her that your professors had been spreading rumors about her and she'd laughed, a laugh you wanted to hear for the rest of your life and so you seduced her, you pretended to need tutoring so you could come onto her and then you'd continued to pretend you were stupid to the point no one would work on group projects with you, you'd tanked your reputation but it was all worth it in the end.

"Idiot, don't move, you're supposed to be focusing." The rule come down on your back as you tried to bounce on her strap that was currently buried deep inside you, she'd picked a large thick one this time, something about simulating a high intensity situation so that way when you took tests in the future you'd be able to think even under the pressure, you weren't really paying attention to the reasoning, you just found it really hot when she still attempted to teach you when she could just fuck you instead, she really was so sweet, so concerned about your grades and your future, you almost felt bad for deceiving her and pretending your grades were worse than they were.

"I'm sorry, professor, can you explain it for me just one more time?" You looked back at her with a pout as she let out a sigh of frustration. "I'm sorry, I focus better when I cum, can I please move?"

"If it's for the sake of you learning, then go ahead, idiot." Unfortunately for you, Pauline had already caught on that you were just pretending to be dumb a long time ago, not that it mattered to her though, once you graduated she'd make you her wife so she didn't care if you were smart or dumb anyways, she was just going along with your role play so she'd be able to keep you, after all you'd likely leave her if you knew she wasn't actually all that sweet, if you ever learned that he actually did kill her parents for the position. By the time her poor idiot found out it would be too late, and that thought really did cheer her up so you did accomplish your goal after all.

[musicalmoritz]

any Tsukasa headcanons? I feel like everyone sees him as this demon monster who has no personality aside from murder :/

Tsukasa is an interesting character for me because he’s actually my favorite Yugi twin but I hate when ppl try to justify his actions…however some people go the opposite way and treat him like he’s a heartless villain with no depth so I end up defending him. Ppl get weirdly ableist abt it too it’s crazy. Tsukasa Yugi they could never make me hate you.

Now onto the headcanons

• I’m a firm believer that Tsukasa is adhd coded (I have adhd and I recognize my own kind)

• Specifically bcuz of the scene where child Amane said smth to Nene abt how Tsukasa would lose it if they didn’t play his favorite game at the festival, and due to the way he acts in movie theaters

• There’s room for debate over whether or not it can be called “coding” but you’ll never convince me that boy was intended to be neurotypical (autistic Tsukasa truthers are also valid)

• Since Sakura compares him to a cat I like to imagine he gets really clingy and cuddly with ppl for like 30 mins and then flips a switch and tries to bite them like cats do

• From “somebody hug me rn” to “touch me and I’ll kill you” within the span of a few minutes

• He takes a very “when I’m bored but then I remember I have a sibling” approach to bonding with Hanako. If the Broadcasting Crew and Mitsuba aren’t interesting him, he’ll pop over to Hanako’s bathroom and annoy him

• Not the kind of torment we see in the series though, he’ll just make annoying noises or keep asking Hanako to play games with him

• He likes animals but he’s terrible with them. Too aggressive, think of those poor fish

• I’m an aroace Tsukasa intellectual. I cannot see him caring abt romance beyond mild curiosity and his perverted behavior in the series seems to just be to mess with people/get reactions out of them as he’s known to enjoy doing (as opposed to Hanako’s pervert behavior which is pretty genuine, albeit comedic)

• His favorite subject in school was geography

• He doesn’t genuinely like many people besides Amane. He has a soft spot for Sakura and Natsuhiko though

• This is so far from canon but I think it’s funny to imagine that the entity inside of him is the TBHK equivalent of Venom. There’s still some debate over whether the current Tsukasa is entirely the entity or whether they share one being and I lean towards the later but I have this crack au/concept where the entity is like a little devil on his shoulder

• Sakura: What would you like to eat?

The Entity: The souls of the innocent👹

Tsukasa: A bagel

The Entity: Nooooooooo👹

Tsukasa: Two bagels

• Again, definitely not how it works in canon but it makes me giggle

• He really likes pumpkins and pumpkin flavored things

• FNAF kid

• He’s a massive extrovert in the sense that he gets his energy from being around other people, and he much prefers to be in a group than alone

• If he’s alone for too long he gets bored and agitated so he can usually be found in the presence of Sakura, Natsuhiko, Mitsuba, Amane, Mei, etc.

• Sometimes he’ll even hang out with Yako (I feel like they’d get along seeing as they both have rather sharp personalities, and I don’t think she’d judge him for his violent tendencies the way others do)

• When he was alive he had a lot of friends, pretty much the polar opposite of his brother

• He doesn’t feel guilty often but when he wants someone to forgive them, he’ll bring them a gift like a cat bringing someone a dead mouse

• Sometimes the gifts are morbid, sometimes they’re normal

• He was closer with his dad than his mom, because while both of them were creeped out by him his dad tried to assume the best

• He’s very creative and likes to invent things. In another life he’d kill it on Shark Tank

• Because of this he really enjoys cooking! He’s surprisingly good at it when he’s not just making the most appalling thing he can think of

• He enjoys soccer (in a human au I like to imagine him, Amane, Kou, and Yokoo would all be on the soccer team together)

• Supernaturals don’t need to sleep but Tsukasa is the only one who doesn’t bother sleeping at all. Most of the others enjoy having some time to rest but he likes to remain alert 24/7

• He likes to play red light/green light but he says red light crazy fast to scare ppl

• If you were ever on a long drive with him he would 100% start singing “One Hundred Bottles Of Milk On The Wall” and not stop until you reached your destination

That’s all I’ve got for now, thank you for the ask!! I love Tsukasa sm

[bigdumidiot]

Yesterday I played a 2k game against a friend of mine :3

I was ultramarines (his models) and he was necrons (his own stuff)

my list comprised of

Guilliman

Marneus Calgar

Apothecary biologis

2x Librarian in Phobos (1x fire discipline)

Librarian in termie

Techmarine

Heavy intercessors

Eliminators

Infiltrators

Suppressors

Termie Ass. Squad

Mario kart (invader atv)

Kratos tank

Redemptor dread

Bringing it to a total of 1995 points B3

He brought a list of uhhhhh necrons loll

(Some proxies in there, with def not a dread and helbrecht)

The game itself was interesting because the rules were the deployment zones were split to the table corners with two per player with it alternating so I had bottom left and top right corner. You would designate one as alpha and the other omega, then when deploying the unit you roll a d6 (1-3 alpha, 4-6 omega).

So for deployment, PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING WAS PUT ON ALPHA WITH GUILLIMAN ON OMEGA ALONE WITH SUPPRESSORS

luckily I had some units with infiltrate that I put on the side of guilliman to help him out a bit.

Meanwhile my friend had a good balance of units on each zone . ..

On turn 1 I ended up going first , which is what I wanted. I made the destroyers with dmg 6 my oath of moment target and ended up wiping it and the void dragon as my second oath target.

On his turn 1 he did some damage on my dread (6 wounds taken) and he moved his ctan void dragon and I overwatched the kratos and did 5 damage on him. And the void dragon did some damage on my ass. termies and I removed them in a way that made his charge a 12’ charge which he failed. On the other side he moved his warriors closer to guilliman.

On turn 2 I moved up more units to the objective near the alpha deployment zone for me. And had the void dragon killed through a bit of shooting and the void dragon exploded , which killed his doomsday ark and destroyed my dreadnought ;;

On the other side I went into the assault doctrine to advance and charge guilliman and the infiltrators and librarian into the warrior blob. I made the charge and spent a command point for precision on guilliman to kill the overlord. I used the emperors sword (14 a, 8, -2, 2) and ~11 attacks went through and 1 deb wound.

..THE OVERLORD SURVIVED !!

that guy is ANNOYING

He has a 4+ invuln, 4+ fnp, 6 wounds and for 1 com point he can come back to life after being killed 💀💀

(Guilliman and the warrior/overlord were tied in combat for 4 turns in total lmaoo)

By turn 3 we were trading units, with him taking more losses than me but in points it was going 9 for me and 17 for him. It was so over for me, or rather I thought it was lost.

However on turn 4 THINGS TURNED

At this point I was able to move most of my units from alpha deployment into 3 objectives and guilliman and his group killing enough to out compete the warrior oc for that obj. So in primaries I scored max and in secondaries I got investigate signals and assassinate, AND I SCORED MAX FOR THAT TOO BRINGING ME UP 30 POINTS

at that point it was going like 43 to 31 in my favor with him having less and less units on objs.

We stopped at the top of turn 5 with me having units on 4 in of the 5 objs, the overlord finally dying , and him having only 2 units left. It was a pretty fun game that I couldn’t have guessed to have ended with me winning pretty good at the start with it going like 60-something to 30-something in my favor.

I typically play black templar with heavy emphasis on melee so it was diff playing primarily shooting and using librarians for once loll.

(Hopefully I remember to actually take more pictures next time I decide to do this again loll :3 )

[racke7]

Me vs FF14 dungeon-diving

I did Aurum Vale as a DPS and met a group that kept saying that it was a "nightmare dungeon" and... it isn't?

Like, the first run to the first-boss? Yeah. Definitely a bit finicky, and sometimes RNG-pathing gets involved and you risk getting murked by a toad, but it's... honestly not that bad?

We wiped like... five times. Just doing that single run. There weren't even really any toads involved as far as I saw.

It got to the point where I ended up trying to give the tank a crash-course on where to go:

You take the far left -> aoe everything as you run -> go inside of the boss-room -> take the left turn inside of the room to break line-of-sight with the wall (so that the ranged mobs come away from the toads) -> use a mitigation -> keep using aoe until they all die -> the end.

And bcs it felt like I was dealing with very green sprouts, once we survived that (by basically just attrition-killing the mobs) I reminded everyone to "eat a plant after 3 debuffs" before we went into the actual boss-fight.

The boss-fight that we then wiped on, because our healer forgot to heal themselves (I've done that once before, bcs brain-fart, I ain't gonna point fingers, but also like... you're the ones getting worked up about this being a nightmare, try harder)?

But like... it made me remember once when I was doing it as a tank.

We had a very fresh sprout (never done the dungeon before) as healer. And one of the DPS were basically hyping the dungeon up as "really bad" (I don't usually chat much, bcs I'm busy "killing shit" and I suck at multitasking), and it is pretty nasty for a new healer if they don't know what to expect so I didn't disagree.

I don't remember how much of the dungeon we went through before that DPS basically went "yeah - normally it's way worse than this. today we have a fantastic tank".

Which was flattering, but I didn't exactly feel like it was deserved? I didn't do anything much worse/better than the regular tanks?

But considering this run and how it felt so bizarre for this dungeon to be a struggle? Considering that string of weirdo-tanks that I kept having a few weeks back (implying that there are a lot of those to go around)?

I... might be a good tank?

[mrskenpachizaraki]

The Warriors Princess Part 2

Tsuji & Shibaman x Ice’s younger sister x Platonic Ice

Tsuji and Shibaman just reached the front of the Funk Jungle, the lights were still able to be seen despite it still being light out. The nerves the two were feeling only increased especially after the talk with the other students.

They looked toward the corner of the lot where the others were currently hiding …. hiding badly. (The smart ones were actually better at hiding though)

~flashback ~

“So, you mean to tell me that you two are dating the younger sister to one of the members of the Mighty Warriors? The same Mighty Warriors that helped almost killed one of the leaders of Sword and almost took Oya High School down in one day?” Tsuaksa questioned from his position on the couch. He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. “I thought Fujio found trouble easy.”

“Hey!”

Shibaman and Tsuji were pacing now. They remember the Mighty Warriors. Everyone does. They took down the full timers (This included themselves and Todoroki) and the Part timers with out even breaking a sweat that day. They put many of their own into the hospital while it took others many tries to get even close.

“Who are the Mighty Warriors? I don’t remember them?” ~Fujio

“That’s cause the incident with them came after you left, but before the split of the full and part timers. They are the ones that pushed Murayama to do that.” ~ Tsuaksa

The other looked at Tsuaksa in surprise. Not because of his words, but because of his reaction. It wasn’t his normal bored reaction, but he looked worried. They all had just been transferred right after or during the spilt of the students. Though no ever really told them why there was a spilt.

“She is not them though.” Finally Todoroki said as he walked towards his closet friends to stop them from pacing “Plus we don’t even know if she is actually related to them. We know that they are apart of a music group and own a club. As far as we know they could be renting it out to her brothers.” He placed his hands on each of their shoulders “You two will be fine. We will be there if something goes wrong.”

~End of Flashback ~

“Shibaman-kun!!! Tsuji-kun!!!!” The two heard before they also heard running towards them causing them to look. They could see their girlfriend running towards them. She was wearing the dress that they had saved up to get her. She looked so beautiful and happy that suddenly their nervousness disappeared.

Once (Y/N) reached them she wrapped her arms around them both, (barely reaching their arms around both of them) and pulled them in, hugging them. They wrapped their arms around their waist and pulled her into the hug. After a few minutes (Y/N) pulled away and smiled at the two.

“So, where are the others?” (Y/N) asked as she looked, giggling as she spots them in their hiding spots

“So, you know they came with us?” Shibaman asked as the two rubbed the back of their necks nervously.

(Y/N) turned their attention back to their boyfriends “Well, Todoroki gave me a heads up. I told my brothers and even though they weren’t happy about it , but I convinced to let them come in since their friends are going to be there too.” She held Tsuji hand in one hand and Shibaman in the other “Plus I want my school family to meet my home family anyways.” The two smiled down at their girlfriend before bending down and each gave her a kiss on each cheek.

Suddenly, they heard a cough causing the three to turn their attention from each other to the source. Instantly the two recognized one of the two standing behind them. His hair was now cut short and fully dyed platinum blonde and only wore a white jacket with a white tank top with jeans. They could never forget their eyes. The eyes of someone who was calculating and had no fear. The second male they didn’t recognize but he wore a jean jacket with a black shirt that had a simple design and jeans. His eyes were very similar to the other.

(Y/N) only smiled at the two new comers as she pulled away from her boyfriend’s arms. She waited until the two males got closer before saying “Tsuji-kun, Shibaman-kun I want you two to meet my brothers.” She points at the first male “Ice” she points to the second “Diddy.”

The two older males only looked at the two, not saying anything before they turned and started walking back to the Funk Jungle. “Hurry and get your friends. I don’t like waiting.” Ice called before pausing at the entrance “I’ll see what you two are really about as we eat.” He added before he disappeared into the building, Diddy gave them a smirk before he disappeared as well.

(Y/N) couldn’t help, but shake her head. “Don’t worry. Everything will be okay. My brothers just likes to make a statement sometimes.” She said as she waved towards where she knew Todoroki was hiding.

It didn’t take long for the others to come out “So, I’m guessing your brothers are not happy.” Todoroki said as he looked back at the entrance. She shook her head “Like I said before. Not really, but they will be fine. Though there will probably be more people.”

She smiles at everyone, hoping everyone will just calm down. “Trust me my brothers and his friends may seem intense at first they are amazing. Just follow me please.” She gently grab Tsuji and Shibaman hands, giving them the chance to pull away and run. They don’t don’t….

She leads them inside to either their future together or their destruction of their relationship.

~Inside~

“(Y/N)!! This place is huge! “ Fujio shouted as he and the others ran while Tsuji, Shibaman, Todoroki and (Y/N) continued to walk towards the middle of the club. They couldn’t believe the lights and the design of the stage and how everything looked. It was something they couldn’t believe. The other three couldn’t believe how it looked on the inside. They remember the outside from the container fight, but none of them made it inside.

“My brother Ice and his friends created the Funk Jungle.” (Y/N) tells them with a smile “They worked very hard to create this place so we can have a fun. It was my brothers dream to have a type of utopia for us.”

“Telling your little friends some history little one?”

They heard a voice ask from on the stage causing everyone to look up. There was a male on stage with a bright red jacket with some designs the couldn’t really make out. His hair looked weird to everyone. He jump down from the stage with ease and made his way to the small group. Even though he walked towards them with ease he gave off a feeling none of the kids could explain only that they only felt this way while fighting.

(Y/N) only smiled as the male made his way towards them before he stopped in front of them. “Yes, I was. You know how much I love showing what my brother has done.” She laughs “Everything, I would like you to meet one of my brothers oldest friends 9.”

The now named now 9 nod at everyone while they continued to stare at him tense causing him to chuckle. Finally his eyes lands on the the two holding (Y/N) hands causing him to stare at the two. The stare made the two males uncomfortable for some reason, but they refuse to release their girlfriends hands.

Sooner enough 9 started laughing before he smirks at the two than everyone else, his stare more cocky and as if he pity them all. “Don’t take too long (Y/N) with the history lessons and showing off.” He laughs again “Ice and Diddy want to formal meet your boyfriends and their friends before anything pops off.” His smile is more gentle now “You know how Bernie and Pearl are when they meet people.”

“What do you mean pop off?” - Fujio asked from the sidelines causing 9 laugh, but (Y/N) to only role her eyes.

“Tell my brothers we’re heading up now. I don’t want them to get lost or go into a room that they’re not suppose to. Remember when Brown bought over the girl and they walked into Sarah’s playroom.”

This cause 9 to laugh even louder than he did before he nods “I’ll head up first and tell him. I don’t even think Jesse is here yet cause I heard Pho yelling at him to get the right sweet or some shit like that. So, I think you’ll be fine little one.” He says before he walks away and disappears behind stage.

Everyone watched him until he was out of site before turning their attention to (Y/N) who only smiled at them. “Trust me guys. Everything is fine. Just follow me.” She said as she made her way to the stage, the guys following her. Tsuji jumped up first and turned around waiting to be handed (Y/N). Shibaman picked up (Y/N) and handed her up to Tsuji allowing him to grab her and place her on the stage. Shibaman jumped up and joined them and the others.

(Y/N) soon leads them to a door near the back of the stage that was hidden and they all go through. They walk through a few hallways before they finally reach another door. She opens the door and what they saw they couldn’t believe what they saw.

[5millioncatipilars]

Tips for playing Overwatch, to dps and tank mains, from a support main

I’m in an overwatch mood tonight so I’m just gonna spam some thoughts before I go to bed.

As a support main, fuck you

Protect me if I’m getting targeted, I can’t heal you if I’m dead and I’m very squishy

I also can’t heal you if you’re halfway across the map, stay with the group. I don’t play Kiriko so I can’t just teleport to you and most support characters are slow af.

If you charge into the enemy team alone, I’m not following you. Don’t even ask for heals.

Supports’ main priority is to keep ourselves alive. I will leave my last teammate with low health to die if the enemy team starts to turn to me. Call it a tactical retreat.

Again, I can’t heal you if I’m dead.

Stop feeding the enemy team. Wait for at least one support before you go charging in so you don’t just die again.

I have to turn off game chat periodically bc if someone’s being an asshole to the supports in chat I will just stop healing them. Even if it means we loose. Be an asshole —> get no heals.

Sorjorn you do not need heals. Stop asking

Ash you do not need heals. Stop asking

Genji you are actively dying. Come back here and get some heals

Someone please remember the point of the game and go to the objective, I’m alone on here and the enemy team is on their way

Tank you do not need heals you still have half health I’m trying to make our dps with less than 10 health stop dying

Widow you can’t just stand in the middle of the road and snipe. Also if you’re getting shot at, you need to move positions, they obviously know where you are now.

Stop standing in Sorjorn’s ouch bubble. Please

Reaper I love you. You always shadow walk to me when you need heals

Hanzo that was real polite of you to just stand behind me until I noticed you but next time please ask for heals you are at 20 health and I did not know you were there

Reinheart I love you

Winston your bubble doesn’t make you immortal. If you jump into the enemy team and die, it’s not my fault. I tried

Doomfist you’re pretty squishy for a tank. Stop charging in without your heals

Roadhog if I’m actively healing you don’t use your health pack thing. Save it for when you need it

Why is Junkrat always dying? Like they’re always at critical health. What happened I healed you two seconds ago

Stop asking for heals right when there’s a break in the fight. I’ll top you up just gimme a sec to see who’s the most dying

If the support is doing more dps than you while also having more than 5000 heals you’re playing the game wrong

If the support switches from mainly heals to dps, you’re doing something wrong and they have taken on a “if you need something done right, do it yourself” attitude. Good luck finding health packs for the rest of the game

Don’t yell at me before you see the 11000 heals I’ve done. It’s not my fault you’re bad at the game

Don’t get mad in casual play. It’s just a game, we’re here to have fun. If you want to be sweaty and get mad about it, go play competitive mode

Stop dying. Just like, chill out.

Can someone come kill this dps that keeps flanking us and targeting our support? No? Ok.

Fyi: Baptiste’s lantern stops you from dying. If I put it down by you, stop moving. I’m gonna heal you, but you have to stay right here so you don’t die while I do it.

Fyi pt, 2: Baptiste’s ult amplifies healing and damage that goes through it. It’s like having Ana’s ult on the entire team of you use it right. Stop walking through it to charge into the enemy team. I can kill a tank at full health with a pocket healer on my own as a support character with that thing. It’s pretty op if you actually use it

Moira has very limited healing capabilities, so sorry if I’m not healing you right now, it’s recharging

As Anna, if you’re not getting any heals from me, one sec, I lost line of sight, I’m very slow, just give me a minute

Ana’s splash grenade stops the enemy from healing. Target whoever I just splashed

Lucio’s healing is passive. If you need heals, come find me

Stop running from me you fucking idiot I’m trying to keep you alive

Phara and Echo, pretty please with a cherry on top just land next to me for two seconds so I can heal you. You’re really hard to heal in the air, and for some characters impossible

Supports that heal other supports I love you. Come kill the flanking dps with me it’ll be fun

Support isn’t just there to heal you. That’s why it’s called support, not healing.

Goodnight 😌

[msommers]

george is my new daughter but she's still in development mode so here's a bunch of unorganized, still to-be-confirmed rambles about her

georgina "george" "georgie" "gina" quinn; she/her; personality types tossed onto the graphic set here. obligatory pinterest.

part-time baker, tutor, and superhero. inherited aerokenisis (air manipulation abilities) from her parents, both well-established and famous heroes of freedom city.

has an older brother named zachary, he wields hydrokenisis openly while working as one of the city's firefighters and supers. also has a younger sister named charity, she doesn't appear to have inherited any powers and certainly doesn't have a dozen complexes about that fact.

parents: madeline & nathaniel quinn. undecided powers, though likely of elemental variety due to zach and george's ones lmao. potentially part of a group of supers, not determined yet. typical Good Guys type of heroes, decades worth of time spent cutting off crime and dispatching supervillains. heavily influenced the moral compasses and worldviews of their two oldest kids (honor and kindness above all, violence is the last resort, peacekeeping and protection are the goal), lessons they taught are remembered and acted upon even after their deaths reasonably lead to questioning if their ways worked. charity is somewhere around ten years younger than george so she had less time with the parents = conflict with her older siblings on their noble ways which got their parents killed. had quite a few awkward sibling meals end because of those "debates".

hero identity: zephyr. outfits are shades of sky blue and white, always with a hood and matching mask to obscure (some of, comic logic lets it work) her features. isn't spotted as often as other supers, but her vibes are known nonetheless: never fatally wounds, focuses on crowd control and flight, leaves criminals to the police instead of taking justice into her own hands. she'd only do it against chunky baddies who can tank damage but the image of her chucking various objects and items with the use of her powers is pretty fun. other power uses: speed bursts, electricity immunity, manipulating weather (incredibly exhausting on a bigger scale, not done often). has minimal hand-to-hand combat training that she learned from zach, taken up only if she's forced to ground herself during a fight and even then she tries her best to find ways to avoid it.

purely for fun, she's eternally a little chilly because i decided it'd be silly for her wind powers to affect her that way. her wardrobe reflects that and results in annual comments on how she's wearing ridiculous clothing during the warmer months.

the only quinn sibling to pursue education beyond high school, though it never saw much use due to hero life. i'm stupid do not ask me to specify her studies beyond physical science please and thank you <3

in her early teen years she started working at the family bakery (quinntessential confections) on-off, then eventually as an actual job during high school and college. had the privilege of flexible scheduling bc of the whole family-owned thing, which came in handy when she started to join in the supers activity alongside schoolwork.

was 23 when her parents were killed by doc holiday—a malefic entity from another dimension that takes human hosts to inflict its will, defeated in the 60s but recently returned possessing a college student to once again spread terror and violence. the quinns couldn't bring themselves to kill the being as he was controlling a poor kid that wasn't in control and actively hated everything the entity used him to do, which resulted in their deaths as holiday was motivated only to cause as much destruction and suffering as possible.

(might?? have a fun little thing of george having known the guy who holiday decided to turn into his puppet. add even more conflicting feelings to things.)

george ended up inheriting the bakery, while also needing to help cover the family home, which led to her doubling down on citizen work rather than super. she took up tutoring on the side, putting her studies to use there instead of searching for anything in those fields as she couldn't dream of letting the bakery go.

pastels are her beloveds and it's clear from the Everything about her. the bakery decorations, her bedroom, her wardrobe and accessories, etc etc. those things can also display her obsessive and perfectionist nature, everything must be neat and clean or it nags at her.

smth smth running battle with the umbral huntress who keeps trying to sway george towards altering her moral code because the city has so much corruption and her way of doing things is too "soft" to make a real impact. i'll bang out details later, important part is shoving my hero and my vigilante/villain together is fun and sexy. george never wavered until the deaths of her parents, unfortunately some of the huntress's points started to hit after that (probably won't last or truly change her mind?? but a fun journey to go on).

lowkey sims obsession and i don't think her gaming experience would go far beyond that franchise tbh. sometimes self-care is spending hours meticulously building a new school in sims 4 because you don't like the set-up of the default one included in the expansion pack, y'know.

listens to audiobooks as she works and her book collection is probably mostly of that variety, any printed ones are from childhood/teenage years or random ones bought to match an aesthetic she wanted for decorating a shelf or two.

[celiastjamesoscar]

Dream update: it was some sort of zombie apocalypse just that the zombies were stoll completely human and functioning. They were scared of water and wood so we had to use that to keep them away. We were running, climbing and hiding. THEN a zombie twin duo had the real Chucky as their companions, twice. So 2 Chuckies chase us. BUT my group had an ape/monkey and our pig, Dot, as protection. The best thing is, however, that Tara and Sam were part of my group. After finding them again, Tara and I decided to get married. I actually married Tara! (Sad though because Sam was right there in her Scream 6 tank top). Tara was a great wife though 👍🏻

Okay, good good. Not that you were in pain but this way I don't seem like a total pussy for suffering this much while getting my thigh blasted.

OH MY GOD are you hitting on me? Cause I heard that munching box is what killed Michael Douglas! (Chanel numbet 3 knows everything) But don't worry, I was always the best at interpretations, so the Europe tour will be a lot of fun 😏

I... wow. I'm speechless. I gotta be honest, I don't know what Canada's food has to do with Franz Ferdinand (we have one cat named like that) and the Genova Convention BUT I completely support you! You are so right, Grace. You should fight him and I KNOW you will come out victorious! How dare he be offended by Canadian food causing international humanitarian laws!

Zombies mixed in with Chucky sounds terrifying, but at least you had Dot there to protect you! And hey, you still married a Carpenter, that has to count for something!!! But oh my god with Sam in her tank top… I would have ran off the altar with her

There’s no way you are comparing the pain I felt to yours 😭 but honestly, it wasn’t too bad at all and I am already wanting another one!!

Is it bad that I’m still on the first episode of Scream Queens? Because I feel like it is. This Europe tour will be fun, you have my word :)

I honestly can’t remember how I connected Canada’s canned food grenades to Ferdinand, but it somehow ended in an argument😭 I will have to fight him and let you know of the results!!

Also, here are some highlights from Zoey. Along with this, I have come to the conclusion that I will die for Aitana Bonmatí, she’s the current love of my life

[nexus-my-beloved]

I like to imagine that despite all the "we can never go back to that life" arguments, Sam would in fact friend request his old friends from Stanford. Unfortunately, there's a couple problems with this:

A) Most of these guys haven't heard from Sam since he and Jessica's shared space caught fire and Jess died when Sam left "to find himself". Some of them think he probably was the arsonist and some of them were concerned, but either way Sam was gone to the wind and some people probably forgot him.

B) Sam has been legally declared dead by the government like. more than three times. It's basically the shock of when a relative dies but someone messages you with their account and at first out of grief or confusion you answer but most of the time it turns out to be a scammer that hacked their Facebook. This time the guy is actually real, well and alive, and also looks more like a lumberjack than the geeky guy you remember and /what the fuck why has he got muscles what did he do while he was gone-/

C) Sam was wanted by the FBI more than twice I think along with his brother. The first time there was news of them being bank robbers in a hostage situation that DIPPED OUT OF THE PLACE IN TACTICAL GEAR THEY STOLE OFF FEDERAL AGENTS. The second time, "Sam and Dean" LIVE STREAMED THEM KILLING PEOPLE IN THEIR FAVORITE SPOTS IN DIFFERENT STATES. This obviously freaks out Sam's friends because they're thinking "is he wanted by the FBI again?? Is he asking me for shelter??" And this leads into my next point,

D) Besides checking the news to see if Sam is wanted for like, grand larceny or something again, his poor friends are probably thinking "AM I A TARGET NOW??" and are pissing themselves scared. They make a group chat of the infamous friends of Sam Winchester and all ask each other "so we all got the friend request right" and are left to deliberate but also talk about the fact that "He's got a photo posted of this old car. The Sam we know wouldn't drive that." "I saw his brother take off with him in that car after the fire, though." / "Did you guys see he's got all that muscle now??" "You're right he's actually attractive- we're getting distracted." / "What does he want with us??" "Maybe he actually does want to reconnect." (And despite the fact this is the truth—) "dude, he's been wanted by the FBI several times. Felons of that degree don't try to reconnect with friends from college."

DEAN:

Dean would be like one of those dads that go on Facebook and only look at things related to car shows or mechanics or something. He'd post pictures of Baby and be all proud of her and shit like that and he'd shit on people that were fixing their cars wrong. More than once this mother fucker will get pissed off enough at a guy on Facebook who is fucking up their car when they're doing "maintenance" and complain of issues with their muffler or something and Dean would threaten them for their address. Even if this guy lives across the country Dean will just yell at Sam and say he's doing something important, will drive across the US, get to the guy's house, and then spend the next three days fixing the car to perfection. Once he's done he is covered in oil and sweat and panting from heat because the guy lives in California or something, his check engine light doesn't work, his fuel tank had a hole in it, his car battery was faulty and his transmission wouldn't turn over properly. But Dean fixed it and he's proud and he posts a picture of him in just a gray T-shirt, sweat soaked through and oil on his face but he's standing in front of this car and then it's followed by a video of the car running and the motor just purring. He brags to everyone on Facebook that he fixed this car in three days and it'll run great for a while before anything needs to be fixed as long as this guy doesn't pour water in the gas tank or Gatorade in the oil tank or something.

CAS:

Cas would use Twitter, get upset that there's so many arguments, but eventually would figure out the algorithm to just retweet cat pictures/videos and biblical quotes, would enjoy poetry, and probably would tweet the most random shit without context.

What I mean is, Cas' entire Twitter has no clue who Sam or Dean are. But from what they can piece together, Dean is either a boyfriend or an ex husband or something in between but no matter what the relationship is confusing at best. They can't figure out if Sam is Dean's son, brother, or dad, and they're confused on if Sam is Cas' friend or not considering how Cas has called Sam an abomination at least twice on Twitter. Cas accidentally creates a space one day and people are interested to hear Cas' voice and what's going on with his life but it's just Cas talking passionately about something (who the fuck is Micheal. What's this about possession??! Who's dying!? Why is he talking about bees now wha-) the conversation goes downhill and they probably either hear Dean confess to Cas or the other way around but neither of them take it as a love confession even though it clearly is and they are once again confused on Cas and Dean's relationship. Another time when Cas accidentally makes a space Destiel ends up having sex and the space can hear it and, once again, after the space they still don't understand the relationship they have.

Cas would not have a profile picture because he'd have no idea how the fuck to change it. I also think Cas would act similar to Misha on Twitter but more consistently confused.

PERSONALLY, I THINK CAS WOULD USE TWITTER, DEAN WOULD USE FACEBOOK, SAM WOULD USE FACEBOOK AND INSTAGRAM

dean and sam being active on social media is so funny. we see very little of it. but i Know there’s humour in there somewhere. i think dean would share like. Everything. once he figured out how.

also does sam friend request his citizen friends he hasn’t spoken to in years…

no profile picture castiel is important to me

[solarpunkpresentspodcast]

Some Thoughts On the Work of Peace

One of the most vexing problems on every human social scale is not just conflict, but the peace that could follow it if we could just get it right. It’s not easy for people to live side by side with each other after they’ve inflicted horrors on each other.

Just imagine it.

You have to learn to live side by side with the people who shot your spouse or raped you or destroyed the home and business you spent your entire life building up. Or you did that to the people who have to find a way to live with you. How can such rifts be healed? How can such people put aside their pain or their guilt to live peacefully as neighbors for the rest of their lives and the lives of their children? So that the conflict that defined the relationship between those two groups of people fades away into the fog of history. 

There are as many pathways through this as there are conflicts. And there are a lot of conflicts! We can be an aggrieved species, full of violence, anger, the need for power and wealth, and the need for revenge. In terms of armed conflict alone, there are currently more than 45 active armed conflicts in the Middle East and North Africa, 35 in the rest of Africa, 21 in Asia, 7 in Europe, and 6 in Latin America (mainly in Mexico and Colombia).  

To bring an end to those conflicts, people need not only to stop fighting, but they have to want to stop fighting. And then they have to learn to live with each other again.

There are so many questions to ask.

Take the situation in Ukraine. The people of Ukraine had deep personal, cultural, economic, and historical ties to Russia, for better and for worse. I can remember standing in line at the airport in Los Angeles about a month before Russia invaded in 2022, having to actually physically check in for a flight because of the crazy COVID restrictions. I ended up behind a young pair of Ukrainians but in front of a young pair of Russians who lived in Ukraine. Or maybe it was the other way around. As soon as they discovered each other, they let me go ahead of them so they could chat their wait merrily away. As the storm clouds of war were gathering, I was nothing short of shocked by the camaraderie between people who were about to become enemies. Since then I have wondered what has become of these four people and what would happen if they had met in that line right now, after nearly two years of brutal fighting.

Will there ever be close ties between the Russian people and the Ukrainian people again? What would it take to let go of the hate created by the killing of 400,000 people (admittedly, most of them belonging to the invading force), the destruction of the homes, livelihoods, and life’s work of so many Ukrainians, and the abduction, torture, rape, and murder of countless Ukrainian civilians?

It’s hard for me to imagine it happening in our lifetime. But, then, people can be full of surprises.

Case two is Myanmar. Remember the tanks rolling in during the coup in 2021? That was just one of the latest big events in more than seven decades of civil war during which more than 200,000 lives have already been lost. In the event that a lasting democracy finally comes to Myanmar, how will the people of the various different ethnic groups and cultures involved find a way to work together to fairly administrate their country? It’s hard to imagine them all saying, fine, we’ll all just be fair to one another! I won’t try to favor my people over yours.

Likewise, will the various ethnic groups and cultures whose massacre of each other in the Ethiopian civil “conflict” that broke out in 2018 ever find a way to share their country with one another? Imagine how much hate that has created. That conflict has killed something between 200,000 and 700,000 people in just five years. Then there are all the atrocities that went along with that. If, at some point, everyone with a weapon decided to put it down, there would still be the hard work of the survivors (and the surviving perpetrators) learning to co-exist harmoniously.

Lastly—except not really lastly, given that we have nowhere near exhausted the list of major ongoing conflicts—there is the question that is at the forefront of everyone’s mind at the moment. What will it take to stop the fighting between Israel and Palestine?

Between 1947 and 2019, that conflict claimed roughly 50,000 lives and displaced 700,000 people. The last few months of war between Israel and Hamas have added more than 20,000 more deaths, most of them of Palestinian civilians. And that’s to say nothing of the resentment, dehumanization, and acts of violence that have built up over the decades as both sides of the conflict have failed to pursue a peace that involves sharing their corner of the world with each other. Given how heated the conflict currently it and how angry and righteous both sides feel, how could even a two–state solution be possible? These do not appear to be two groups of people who could ever tolerate living side by side in a relatively small patch of Earth.

All of these conflicts seem unsolvable. There are so many grievances involved at this point and so many wrongs that can never be made right. What hope is there for ever permanently ending any of these wars?

If there is anywhere to look for hope for an end to such conflicts, it is in an absolutely amazing documentary that came out earlier this year. It’s called Once Upon a Time in Northern Ireland, and you can find it here https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episodes/p0ff7cg0/once-upon-a-time-in-northern-ireland or here https://www.pbs.org/show/once-upon-time-northern-ireland/ or, if you’re a German–speaker, here https://www.arte.tv/de/videos/RC-024552/es-war-einmal-in-nordirland/ in somewhat abbreviated form.

By documenting the pain and experiences of individuals on both sides of the conflict in Northern Ireland, this documentary ends up having a lot to say about the work people who’ve reached the point where they’re tired of conflict have to do for peace.

You won’t find this in the first several episodes of the documentary, though. They wade through the history of the conflict in Northern Ireland that pitted the people who more strongly identified as Irish, were generally Catholic, and wanted to see Northern Ireland united with the Republic of Ireland against the people who more strongly identified as British, were more generally Protestant, and wanted Northern Ireland to remain a part of the United Kingdom. These first few episodes are there to show you how horrific the whole thing was, how much pain it caused people, and the extent of the injustice involved.

It would take a long time to explain it all and I’m not really qualified to do that. So I’ll just say that the conflict between the Irish and the British goes back hundreds of years, involving battles, wars, rebellions, famine, repression, terror, assassinations, disappearances, paramilitary groups, bombings, imprisonment, propaganda, and more tit–for–tat than you’d think could ever have been put a stop to. The 30 years from 1968 to 1998, known as The Troubles, are the bit most seared into living memory. Between the pro-Irish paramilitary groups, the pro-Britain paramilitary groups, and the British Army, a number of people equivalent to 2% of the population of Northern Ireland had been killed or wounded between 1966 and 1998. The sort of wound that tends to fester, not heal.

To look back at it, it feels like very decade was more violent than the one before. The bombings got bigger. And so did the retaliations.

And then, when the bombings seemed to reach their peak, the prospect of peace began to raise its head.

It took a lot of political will and international support to broker the political end to the fighting. Two impermanent cease-fires made way for the Good Friday Agreement in 1998. This was the political document that stated that Northern Ireland is a part of the United Kingdom, but that this would only be the case until the majority of the people in Northern Ireland decided they’d rather unite with the Republic of Ireland. It was also the political document that laid out how the various fractions that make up Northern Ireland could share power in the government.

Then it was up to the people. They had to agree with this solution. And then they had to find a way to live peacefully with their neighbors for the first time in living memory. They had to learn to let go of their hatred of the other side and they had to decide to let go of any desire they had for retribution for wrongs that had been done to them. They had to decide that living in peace and prosperity was more important than these things.

This last aspect… the work that people had to do to co-exist in peace since 1998 in Northern Ireland… is what the final episode of the documentary addresses. It achieves this through a powerful set of interviews with people who had lost a someone dear to them, such as their father or mother, one of their children, or a sibling, to the violence or had been maimed by it. Through these interviews, we hear how they grappled with their hate and their anger and their sadness or their desire for revenge. Choosing peace was not trivial for these people. They gave it deep thought and years of work. And it took courage.

One of these people, a man who, when he was a young boy, had had his eyes shot out by a British soldier, tracked down and befriended the remorseless man who had intentionally injured him. Although this was yet another bitter pill to have to swallow, that even after all these years, the former soldier did not feel he’d done anything wrong, in the end the two of them worked through it. It took years, but they came to understand each other and for the one who’d been forgiven to find it in himself to say he was sorry for what he’d done. And then life was better for both of them. They could co-exist, not simply in peace, but as honest friends.

These stories that these people have to tell of how they gave up rage for peace so that they could share territory with their former enemy are all deeply moving. My feeble writing can’t even begin to convey the depth of it. You need to watch this final episode of the documentary and hear these people speak for yourself. You, too, will be moved. What these people have to say should be a lesson to us all, no matter now small nor major the conflict we are embroiled in. For we are all touched by conflict of some sort almost every day.

But, again, I don’t mean to say that peace is easy. I’m definitely saying that it takes determined work, and not simply on the part of politicians.

Yes, for war to end, war must first end and people must have some reasonable political possibility for self–rule, even if it requires power–sharing. There are also grievances and injustices that must be addressed, even if addressing all of them would be impossible. Only then can the very real, very hard, and very personal work of establishing and maintaining peace between people who were enemies begin. Because otherwise no conflict would ever end. Not even after centuries. It would just keep flaring up again and again and again.

[gravitycoil]

Dream of 7/29/23

The government went rogue and just started killing everybody trying to do like a humanity reset type of thing and a lot of us we're just trying to find a place to hide and live it was very chaotic and the government used these special robot AI to help them find people who are still living to erase them me and my sister were in the car we were driving away trying to find a safe location there also might have been zombies at one point but we're driving. every X amount of miles we we drove was like a new Biome it was weird eventually we pass like a bunch of tropical flowers trees and then all of a sudden we’re in like the snowy tundra and then we’re in like a cornfield and it just keeps going but eventually we find this like boardwalk almost it was near the ocean it was starting to turn night time and there was also a bunch of bootlicker people who like even though they weren't government they told the government where some people were hiding as if they would get off free or something I don’t know but we find this house disconnected from the city and ran by this lady she looked like she was a mother she was maybe like 40 50 something I don’t remember if she had a name but she had blonde hair curly like one of those perm hairstyles she was real short but she was really sweet and she let us stay for as long as we wanted as long as we provided in some way like either food or supplies weapons anything like that and I was like OK and then it started to storm and the government had found us killed the mother person me and my sister escape Zoey from l4d is there and she had accidentally stabbed my sister and killed him and I went kind of crazy and after we get away from the government a little bit I explained to Zoey you need to join my group but I need to let you know you killed my sister and she started sobbing and I was like I just I felt so guilty letting my sister die like that and her my sister's body was just floating in the ocean and I guess there was a way I could revive him so this ocean had a constant current in it where it would like pull you away and never be seen again so you had to fight the current which was absolutely impossible because the further you went in it the stronger it got so I’m trying to like grab my sister’s hand in the ocean and I I get her and I pull him up he's like coughing and like water everywhere and I’m like Oh my God you’re not dead Zoey had this guitar case which had a crowbar in it a first aid kit and food and I was like OK we have to protect this with our life this is like all we have and everyone's going to try and steal it from us and that exact thing happened people were trying to steal the guitar case and someone had thrown it into the ocean accidentally or something happened like that and I was just like what the hell and so we retrieve it thankfully everything's fine me Zoey my sister make it back to the car and we’re on our way again we run into those robots they were huge they were like they kind of looked like tanks but also humanoid and the only way we could get out was through the ocean and I looked at Zoey and then my sister and I nodded and I was like you’re gonna have to trust me and I jump into the ocean fighting the current with my life there's also a bridge above the ocean like it went from where the robots are all the way to like another city or something it was a long bridge and it was just low enough that I could hold on to it underneath while in the ocean so I tried to make it seem that we I tried to make it seem like that we got swept away from the current and then like died or whatever but we were actually underneath the bridge and like slowly grabbing at the bridge towards the city which took a really long time and I think that’s where we found safety but it was just interesting to me it was the first time I’ve ever seen Zoey in a in a dream she was almost as short as me put a little taller she was like 5'2" or something

dream shift

I was in the car again don't remember why or what was happening but I was in the car it was me my friend but I think we were trying to find some place and food was scarce for some reason like there was apocalypse going on or something it was night time I distinctly remember having an exact detailed replica PlayStation but it was made out of potato chips and I was just eating it I don’t know why but it was really good best potato chips of my life my friend was like being evil for some reason and wasting all the food like throwing them out and I was all what is actually wrong with you and for some reason he had this giant salt shaker like the biggest salt shaker I’ve ever seen in my life filled to the top with salt and just started pouring it on the ground I was like what are you doing yeah that was that was a weird part of the game that’s it yeah will not forget those though.

[anonanimal]

more witch from mercury thoughts post ep 18

what if all the stuff people have projected onto suletta comes true: if she's really an enhanced person, if she's really an orphan, if she's the thing sophie felt in the data storm. all this could become true depending on how the plot goes, e.g. if prospera dies, well, she'll be an orphan then

i concur with what others have said that it makes sense for them to explore having multiple pilots in one mobile suit as a way to dilute the physical load of piloting, pacrim style

this redditor is right...words i hate to say... if the show is leading us toward the conclusion that delling rembran is a good guy somehow i'm going to kill. jk there's no way we're getting "delling actually good guy" reveal because even the best possible version of delling is still a man who was president of a huge quasi-governmental coalition of weapons manufacturers that have been actively, directly engaged with destroying the earth and oppressing its inhabitants. also on the personal level there's the whole dueling game arranged marriage thing. delling redemption arc maybe. he and guel can start a redeemed character support group

ep 18 was more suletta suffering + setup and oooooh my god this trip to earth is going to go so bad. the way prospera said "take aerial?" not even trying to pretend she doesn't want miorine to take aerial. it's gonna be so bad. no miorine you can't show up to this conflict that's older than you and just ask everyone to get along without bringing something material to the table. miorine has been shown to be smarter than expected so maybe she's actually winning at 5d chess against prospera but let's be honest. i doubt it. she's still just a kid. the very position she's in right now, she was manipulated into. prospera scheming with shaddiq who wants to be president of the group + this trip is going to be sabotaged to tank miorine's chances. but that's not the only motivation, polling or early voting or whatever those numbers were showed shaddiq was going to win anyway. he doesn't need to ruin this just to win, he needs to inflame the earth-space conflict as part of his overall plan which is apparently to destroy the benerit group. not sure how this peace talk turning into a bloodbath will help prospera with quiet zero but i'm sure we'll find out

i really thought whatever was left of eri's consciousness loved suletta, this ep raises so many questions. was she also doing a shoo the dog to suletta or...what? WHAT IS GOING ON. the way prospera asked eri for her opinion on what to do with suletta was s c a r y don't tell me eri is calling some or all of the shots. or is prospera manipulating her by letting her think she has a say

secelia being behind the haro confessional pffffffft utena black rose arc anyone?

oh and el5n just telling nika and norea everything lmfaooo i'm so looking forward to whatever the house arrest three do next

i'm gonna revise my idea that eri died soon after the vanadis incident and say based on her appearing a bit older than four in some instances like the opening or ending (can't remember which), and most tellingly the flashback where prospera is slumped over comatose eri while apparently-suletta is in a bassinet, she'd lived for a few years after. and there was a brief time suletta was alive while eri was. which means prospera started the cloning shit before eri had even died. so it wasn't just prospera going crazy with grief trying to bring her back, but maybe anticipating her death and getting started on some kind of replacement body / key to raise the mobile suit's permet score. since it's confirmed all the gund-bits are clones, and there was not enough time for prospera to give birth to 13 children, prospera had access to sufficiently advanced cloning tech to grow them in fishtanks or whatever. it's possible suletta wasn't a clone and prospera artificially inseminated herself with nadim's frozen sperm...somehow...but come on. eri did say "you're all repli-humans" with no buts

prospera got help with the cloning from notrette right...suletta a clone just like those tomatoes...miorine's dead mother continues to haunt the narrative

oh god suletta please don't take "you were a key and we don't need you anymore now that the door is open" to heart and decide to find a way to...close the door

miorine's so good at keeping her business face on i almost forgot delling is still in a coma. mio do not make this ill-advised trip to earth, go sit by delling's side and cry or something. please. anything but what's about to happen

[a-patheticapathetic]

#32 - 3/13/23

I am really doing spectacularly poorly. 

I’ve got a King Gizzard live recording on like Febreeze over an exploded sewage tank. I find myself rapidly swinging between borderline suicidality and just feeling kind of down. There have been many, many points within the last month where I would have used a loaded handgun if I were suddenly holding one. I’ve thought I saw clearly what my life was at several points and at this point I have no bearing on what clarity actually is any more. I want to die. I don’t I want to talk about it. I don’t. I want to write about it, and I guess I shot the lottery on that one because here I am. Why?

I want to tell my brother that I’ve given up on him. I want to say exactly what I feel about how he’s been treating me the last several years. I want to accuse him of gossiping about our friends, which is true! He’s been doing it actively and with no remorse. I want to accuse him of worsening my already awful mental state, and he is! Most of the suicidal thoughts have come as a direct result of him keeping me up past 4-5 AM jabbering with people on the East Coast, and thus keeping them up even later. I want to accuse him of completely ignoring me and everything I do, which is true! He has openly admitted to never reading this blog, because it scares him. He couldn’t name the last thing I wrote if his life depended on it. I haven’t streamed in months and he hasn’t asked about that because he has no idea. He doesn’t try whatsoever with me, which hurts because he was one of the few things that I was trying with. Oh well. 

I gave up too, buddy. I gave up a long, long time ago. Did you know that the night after I tried to kill myself, you were what made me cry? The thought of what you would be going through when you heard that I was in the hospital and why. Do you remember a few years earlier, that you were the first one I ever confessed my suicidal thoughts to? Were you pretending to care then too? I won’t be linking this in the group and I hope I don’t take it down either, like I did the last time I emptily ranted at you on a webpage you would never read. None of my “friends” read this despite the fatc that I only ever showed it to people I deeply cared about, with the explicit message that it was where I wrote my truest feelings the things I felt were the most important to me. Nobody gives a shit. A couple of people skimmed the first thing I shared and sent me a tearful message of “talk to me if you need to” with the knowledge that they didn’t mean it, and that’s it. You aren’t reading this. If you are it’s only becuase I finally grew the balls and finished the job nad now you’re trying to act all sad and pretend you cared. Fuck off, I knew you were lying and this is what happened. Maybe I deserved all the pain I was born to bear but you certianly deserve what you’re feeling in my wake. I don;t mean that I do. I mean it. Get away from me. I gave up and so did you

[sheenlux]

Sheen nodded his head when he was told that he didn't have to do anything he didn't want to do, but he was certain that this was something that he wanted to do. To Sheen this....this was more intimate, one of the most intimate things he could do. Letting someone look at the scars that were on his back, the one on his shoulder. He always went through great pains to keep them covered up. He could only think of one person that he had let see his scars uncovered, and completely, and now he wanted to let Monty join that very small group.

"I-I want to.....let you see them." Biting his lip, he reached down gripping the end of the tank top he wore, pulling it over his head, the first one Monty would see were the scars on Sheen's shoulder, from where he was bit. Taking Monty's hand, he gently guided it over his shoulder.

"That's where it bit me, after knocking me to the ground after the slash. I...I remember lying there thinking that was the end. I don't actually remember though managing to get my...glaive and just thrusting it back into it's face. I don't even think I thought about it, I think my body just did it. I do remember though crawling further out into the beach....I didn't wanna die, next to thing that helped cause me to lose. That and I was scared....that even after I killed it....it was somehow going to hurt me again." Blinking back a few tears he shook his head, "I'm still scared, you know, of them. Snakes, sharks. All the mutts from my games. They still scare me, I had a panic attack last games, because of the snake in the safari. Fuck, even bodies of water scare me now, because of my games" Shaking his head again, Sheen laughed. "It's embarrassing."

Rather than let Monty follow that up immediately with his thoughts, Sheen pushed himself off the couch, instead he turned and offered up to Monty a view of his back, the three deep scars from the claw mark that went down the entirety of his back. They had healed, and Sheen had gotten what little cosmetic work he could done on them, but they still took up the majority of his back, they were still deep, and they would never fully heal.

"And this is where it first slashed me, when I was distracted with the District Seven twins, at least it was nice enough to wait until I was done with the two of them." Sheen chuckled a little at his own joke. "When I got home though, my mother made sure to tell me how disappointed she was in me, that I let this happen, let it ruin my body. Told me I didn't win the right way. I think though, the only thing that matters is that I won. That I'm here now." He felt himself blushing a little, turning back to look at Monty. "Here now, with you." Monty was a Victor, Sheen hoped he would understand the things he had shared. Probably one of the only people who would.

"Victors, like you and me, we're the only ones who get one another. Get what we all had to do. We all had to leave with scars, one way or another." He blinked a little, trying to flirt now, he didn't want their first date to just be this. "Do you have any hidden scars, you wanna show off for me, Montgomery?"

The meal had been delicious and the conversation easy. It flowed naturally from the Games to their Games and back, with jokes and memories shared. Monty felt like a puppy, led around by Sheen's guiding hand, and found his way to the couch where his own fingers traced around Sheen's shoulders. He had hardly noticed the scars until Sheen pointed them out, but his eyes lit up with curiosity when they were mentioned.

He pulled his hand away gently, knowing Sheen's reticence to talk about his own Games. It wasn't something Monty could relate to, per se; he found great joy in recounting his own exploits and adored hearing about others'. However, he knew that not all Victors were exactly... proud of their achievements the way he was. Still, Sheen was a Career, and Monty was curious.

He locked eyes with Sheen, a small but careful smile on his lips. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to," he started, placing his hand on Sheen's elbow. "But I would love to see them."