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all-purpose-dish-soap · 30 days ago

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64 / 4.1k / soap soulmate au, final part

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"You doing okay?"

Hearing Graves’ voice knocks what little breath you had out of your lungs. It's been months, but that's him. Your old boss. You never thought you'd hear his voice again.

"I've been better," you say finally. "Been awhile."

"Yeah, it has," he says. "Wish you'd've called me to catch up sometime, rather than under the circumstances. You don't sound too banged up. They treat you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"I didn't ask how you feel. I asked if they roughed you up."

You feel your own temper shorten in response. "I need you to call KorTac off."

There's a pause. You can imagine his frowning face, the way he's thinking that one over. "I'll take that under advisement," he finally says, but you can tell he's not going to do what you ask of him. "Puttin' me in a predicament here, kid. You're giving those boys a hard time, and here I thought I was helping you out. Paying your bail, so to speak."

"It’s more complicated than that."

"Always is. Let’s just have you dropped off back on base with us. You can clean yourself up and we’ll talk."

He waits for your crisp yes, sir, but it never comes.

He speaks again. "You got somewhere else to be?"

"I can't go back."

"Can't or won't? You got something you ain't tellin me, soldier?"

"I said I can't go back. And I'm not your soldier anymore. You're not my boss. I don't work for you."

"You know Shadows don't leave one of our own behind. Not to rot in some CIA prison cell. So lose the attitude," he says, voice like iron. "This ain't a good time to play games, kid. You're comin' back with me because I spent a pretty penny on you. You owe me. You have your personal business, fine. Come on back to base and let's talk this out face to face before you go makin' any hasty decisions."

You're so frustrated it's hard to form words. You should be grateful. You know that. Graves doesn’t pretend to care about his men. He cares enough to lead from the front. But you met your soulmate, and you can’t act like it didn't change you. You need to make things right. You also can’t exactly tell Graves you kind of sold him out.

"Hey. Focus up." He doesn't raise his voice to a command. Still, the order is in his voice, and you have been long trained to follow your commander's orders. Then he sighs. "What happened to you, kid?"

"You betrayed the 141. You killed innocent people in Las Almas, looking for them."

You can almost hear his jaw working behind his clenched teeth, the muscles in his face tight. He does not allow this kind of disrespect. "You think I like what I had to do? General Shepherd's orders were clear. We followed them. 141 did not." He huffs out a sigh. "I didn't enjoy it. But that's the job. You of all people know that."

You swallow. "You told us they were our brothers. You killed innocent people, Commander. Johnny said he saw you do it--"

"Johnny?" Grave's voice rises. "You on a first name basis with Soap now?"

"We all know what happened in Las Almas," you retort. Your skin goes hot at the way he says Johnny's name. "I won't work for Shepherd anymore after that. I won't fucking do it."

"Don't pull that with me." The warning is written in his voice. This isn't like you. To the Shadows, you’re calm. Cold. You don't lose your temper. You don't talk back. Especially not to Graves. "You think you can walk away at the drop of a hat just because you don't agree with an order? It doesn't work like that. You follow an order, even if you don't like it, even if it pisses you off. You don't get to decide what you think is right or wrong to carry out. When I give you an order, you follow it. That's your job. Your loyalty is with me. Not with the 141."

"I did my job."

"Then act like it," he snaps. "Stop acting like I'm some evil bastard out here. I made the only choice I could. Task Force 141 was not supposed to be there. They knew my orders, and what did they do? They came after my men, went behind my back, screwed us over. We did what we had to. You wanna be pissed at someone? Be pissed at them."

You glare down at the ice, but say nothing.

"You know I'm right." He knows you. He's getting to you. "And you know what else I find interesting? You don't seem a bit surprised to hear me alive." His voice is too casual and sharp as a knife. "Didn't you get the memo? Did no one forward you my obituary, soldier?"

You stiffen. You're not supposed to know he's alive.

"You're an awful liar. Always have been." He pauses for a long moment. "It ain't easy, surviving against the 141 if they want you dead. You know how I managed it, soldier?"

Yes. "No,” you retort. “And stop calling me that. I'm not your soldier. I don't work for you anymore."

"The hell you aren't. Maybe you're not on the payroll anymore, and maybe you're no longer under my command, but once a Shadow, always a Shadow. That makes you my responsibility. And my goddamn headache." Something shuffles on the other end of the line. "You know exactly what I'm willing to do to keep one of my Shadows safe. But if you're so keen on turning yourself in, fine. I'll have you in front of Shepherd's desk first thing tomorrow. Is that what you want? You know Soap and Ghost put Shadows in the ground that night in Las Almas."

"Shadows tried to put Johnny and Ghost in the ground first."

"This isn't about who shot first. This is about you." His voice is dangerously low, but he keeps his temper in check. Then he huffs a laugh. "You keep callin’ him Johnny. Makes my brain itch." Johnny MacTavish. John MacTavish. Yeah, that's it. "I'll be damned," he mutters.

You touch your exposed soulmark compulsively as if to hide it. Most soldiers hide theirs, but yours has always been tough to cover up. He's seen it more than a few times.

"Got you right out from under my fuckin' nose."

Your stomach tightens. You feel too exposed, like suddenly he’s putting the story together--how 141 got in.

"Shoulda known. Shoulda known. You know the military has a registry for this shit. There are rules. What's wrong with you?"

"I made a mistake," you mutter.

That might be the funniest thing he ever heard. And he's heard some good jokes. "You don't make mistakes, kiddo. You never have. That's not how I trained you." He's right, and you know it. "But hey. Guess it's true what they say about it."

"What?"

"Soulbonds. Make you take your best-laid plans and raze ‘em. Full scorched earth.”

“This isn’t about that. I’m making this decision on my own.”

“You think?” He takes a puff on his cigarette. “I don’t. I don't blame you, either. You sure as hell fought it as best you could. Didn't give in to save your own life. If that's not the soulbond making your decision for you, soldier, I don't know what is."

You look up at the sky. For all the time you spent working with Graves, that past version of you might as well be dead. Maybe that’s the grave you’ve been digging. "I can't work for Shepherd anymore. I won't do it."

"You're a good soldier, 86. You were loyal. I still think you're loyal, even if I'm not who you're loyal to," he finally says. His voice is still calm. It doesn't make you feel any better. "You know if you choose to walk away from this, the next time we meet might well be as enemies."

"Then I guess we won't meet again, sir."

He says nothing. Then he lets out a long huff. You really are going to do him dirty. You can hear his scowl. "That's a damn shame, kid. But you have more of a spine than I gave you credit for," he says. There's a tone of reluctant respect to it. That's as close as you're going to get to a compliment from him now. "You're a loose end, then. You'd best stay well out of the way. Mine and Shepherd's. I hope you're not making the wrong choice, 86," he says quietly. "I really hope you're not."

"It’s out of your hands now. And pay KorTac," you add. "Pay my squad. They did their job."

That makes him scoff. "Now why would I do that? You might be a traitor, but you're still my investment. You were worth more on my payroll than theirs, and that’s a fact I intend to maintain."

"You owe me," you remind him.

"Don't push your luck," he warns. "You're an asset. You don’t get the privileges of rank anymore. But, well..." He sighs. You imagine him with his heels kicked back on his desk, cigarette in hand. "I’ll tell you what. I’m in a charitable mood. I'll pay them off. I'm a man of my word when the time comes to pay off my debts. Hell, I’ll even throw in a tip for a job well done." Despite the annoyance in his voice, you don't doubt he'll do just that. "But that doesn’t mean I trust you anymore. I trusted you once, and you went rogue. I let you go now, that means I expect you to keep my secrets. Don't you go singing if Shepherd puts you in a chair. You got that?"

You glance up out of the corner of your eye at Soap, whose hands are still clenched in tight fists at his sides. "If Shepherd puts me in a chair, he's the one who's gonna sing. Not me."

Graves chuckles. "You're a good soldier, 86, but you can't take on an old war dog like Shepherd. Leave that to someone more qualified."

"Like who? You?"

"As I said, you best steer clear. I don't want to hear your name again." His voice hardens, and you hear your old commander again. "Good luck, kid. You'll need it. And give Soap hell."

You toss the phone back to Horangi. He listens to what Graves has to say. Then, eyes meeting yours for a moment, he wordlessly moves out away from the river, leaving you weary with relief. It's over. Finally.

Soap watches him disappear into the trees. Then, he looks back at you, alone and shivering on the ice. You look half-dead, bleeding, and your lips are near blue. He wants to make his way to you, but the ice is scarcely holding you. It won't hold him, too.

"Oi," Soap calls. His voice is rough with anxiety. "Get over here. You're gonnae freeze to death even if you don't fall through."

You blink up at him. Standing in the rising sun the way he is now, he looks like someone’s guardian angel. Yours? You'd like very much to be wrapped in his wings.

You make your way over to the bank, but the rocky ledge up is slippery and icy. Behind you, between the ice where you're standing and the bank, there's a yawning gap. To your left, there's a bridge, but snow has already melted off the surface of the ice, and it looks thin. "There's no way up," you call. "But downriver..."

"No’ a chance in hell I’m going to let you try to cross that," Soap says as he approaches the edge. "You'll be swept away and drown, hen. You're not in any condition to swim, and even if you were, that river's too bloody fast to risk it."

"Then what do you suggest?"

His eyes sweep over the river once more. It's wide; too wide to attempt a jump across. The ice has fallen in, leaving it almost impossible to make it to the bank. It isn't safe. The longer you stand there, the more the ice cracks under you. He admires your guts for putting yourself on the line like that to get back to him, but damn you. His blood pressure has never been higher.

Soap throws off his pack and slings his gear onto the bank. "I'll pull you up."

"But..."

"But nothing." With the adrenaline still pumping through his system, Soap thinks nothing of the risk of the bank collapsing under you both with his added weight. The only thing on his mind is getting you back in one piece. "We both know damn well, if I was the one on the ice now, you'd already be down there trying to help me, so for once, just shut up and let me help you."

Can't argue with that.

He pulls out an ice hook--mountaineering equipment; he was prepared to climb this mission, luckily--and offers it to you.

You toss the grenade as far as you can in the opposite direction. Then you raise your hands to grasp the rope. He's holding the sharp end and giving you the handle. You try to keep hold, but as he lifts, your bloodied hands slip just as the grenade explodes nearby, too close, spiderwebbing the ice with a final crack.

You land hard, break through, and disappear under the freezing water.

Soap has never known panic faster than when he sees you go under.

He dives after you. He has to get you back to the surface before whatever air you had in your lungs gives out. Your survival is his survival.

He finds you in the rushing black abyss when your fingers hook around his sleeve. Wrapping his hands around your arms, Soap anchors you to his chest.

You come to in his arms. You're colder than you ever have been in your life. Your fingertips tingle in pain and numbness. He's carrying you ashore somehow--far downriver, thinner ice--and he ducks into an old cabin with you in his arms.

Soap kicks the door shut behind him and moves into the cabin to set you on the floor, propping your back against the wall. His hands work fast as he pulls out his knife to cut away your soaked thermal clothes and gear. You dip in and out of consciousness until he wads up a fistful of gauze and packs it into your side wound. The sudden pain chokes you. Then a wave of nausea washes over you. You’d like nothing more than to tell him where precisely he can shove that gauze, but you’re too lightheaded.

"You with me, hen?" His gruff voice wavers. "I need you to stay awake."

He gathers you up in his arms and lifts you into his lap. It's a tight fit, wedged underneath the frosty window and between a table and an upturned stool. You register the warmth of his skin on yours and dimly realize he's stripped both of you almost bare, huddling around you to prevent hypothermia.

You soak up Soap’s body heat instantly. He's a furnace, and he needs to be, given the state you're in. He tucks you as close as he can. You're both shivering, but he doesn't care. He can be cold as long as you're warm. His broad body shields you from the drafts leaking into the decrepit cabin.

"No, no, eyes open." He tilts your face up as your eyes flutter. "Don't go passin' out on me."

You gaze up at him in your stupor. Maybe it's the blood loss, but even through your own pain and frustration, he's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen.

"You have really odd eyes," you mutter. "Like blueberry soft serve."

Oh, you're definitely delirious. Maybe concussed.

But he can't deny the look you're giving him right now makes his stomach flip. The sight of you in his lap, your frost-scorched fingers wrapped idly around his ID tag and staring up at him like he's just pulled the moon out of the sky for you... it's the first time he’s seen you with your guard down.

He swallows and keeps you pressed against his skin. There’s a lot of blood. He can’t tell what’s yours and what isn’t. "You're in no shape to flatter me."

You hum, your fingers dabbing idly at a smear of blood on his chest.

He doesn't move to stop you. Instead, his eyes flick down to your hand. Your fingers leave a trail of sparks over everywhere you touch.

With a soft sigh, Soap catches your wrist. "Quit it, hen."

"Quit what?"

"Teasin'. Makin' me wish you'd put those hands to other uses," he says, voice quiet and rough. It's just you and him in the little cabin. The world is far away. His thumb rubs against the inside of your wrist, trying to bring some warmth back into your skin. "You're in no shape to be feelin' me up, either."

Your head lolls against his shoulder. "Maybe it's the perfect time. Maybe we won't get another time."

Hearing you say that twists his insides into knots. He leans down to rest his forehead against yours. "Maybe you just need to shut up and let me take care of you. Don't talk like that." His voice leaves no room for argument. He tightens his grip on you, pressing you closer as if he can somehow press that into your skin by sheer will alone. "There'll be plenty of times for you to get your hands on me."

"Mm." You tuck into him tighter. You'd be mortified with yourself if you weren't half-dead from blood loss. "Sorry."

He exhales into your hair, pressing chaste kisses there.

You're practically in his lap, the two of you tangled into each other from head to foot in the space under the window. He's surrounded by the smell of you. It's a soothing presence in all that surrounds him.

He shouldn't want to touch you, shouldn't want to take advantage of your weakness--but the thought of having you so open and wanting, of you willingly in his arms, makes something in him ache. Makes the selfish parts of him scream.

"You're a pain in my arse," he says. He focuses on taking inventory of your wounds, brushing over your arms with his touch to assess the damage. "You gonnae bleed out on me?"

You shiver a little as he drags you closer by your bare thigh. "Wouldn't be the worst way to go."

"Oi," he snaps in warning. He slides his hand up your side, checking for bleeding. It’s just as much a caress over your bare skin. He has to ignore how his skin tingles every time the curve of your body slides against his in that tantalizing way. Something in his lower belly tightens. "You don't get to tap out after makin' me go through all this trouble for you. You're livin' through tonight or else."

"Or else what?"

"Or else." He moves his hand up to the base of your throat, his large, calloused fingers wrapping around your neck and tilting your chin up to look at him. He fixes his blue eyes on yours to take in the dazed expression on your face. "I'll drag your arse out of hell and tan it until you can't sit right."

You're too weary to laugh, but you rest your scuffed cheek on his thumb, and it pushes your lips into a smirk. "All for me?"

"Aye. Hell of a lot more trouble than your pretty face should be worth."

You pull free and rest your head on his shoulder again. "Where do you live?"

"Glasgow," he says. "Not sure I should be tellin' you that."

You trace his chest around the chain of his ID tag. So many muscles. "Probably not."

"And what about you? Do I get to know?"

"No. Maybe. If we get out of here."

"Yeah? Well, you're not goin' anywhere with this wound. Bleedin' out, nearly froze to death, and still mouthin' off. No idea how to shut up and be good." He looks down at the injury, assessing how bad it really is in the dim light of the cabin. "You lost a lot of blood. I bet you feel tired." He brushes your hair off your face. "Stay awake a bit longer. The boys'll be here soon."

"I shouldn't," you mutter.

Soap doesn't miss the slurring of your words. He knew the blood loss would affect you, but he was hoping for more time before he had to really worry. "Shouldn't stay? Too late to get away from me now," he says, trying to keep his tone casual. Your skin is too cold for comfort. The gauze in your wound soaking through with blood can't mean anything good. "I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. Sure as hell not letting you out of my sight. You've got a lot to repay me for."

You try to keep your eyes open. Every blink is more sluggish than the last. "Like what?"

"Runnin' away and makin' me chase after you, for one. Puttin' yourself in the line of fire for me, second. Takin' a swim in a frozen river. Scared me to death." He presses his lips to the crown of your head, a gentle, chaste touch at odds with the possessive, dominating instinct he can feel creeping into his thoughts. You're vulnerable right now, something he should never want, but part of him wonders if he’d ever have caught up with you without this. "Aye, you owe me. First thing we do once you're patched up? We have a long talk. We have a whole hell of a lot we need to say to one another. And you'll answer every question I ask you."

"I dunno if you'll like the stuff I say," you mutter.

"Hardly matters. You’re plenty keen on spittin’ fire at me as it is. No reason you can’t keep tellin’ me everything I don’t want tae hear."

Another shiver wracks your body.

Soap rubs your arms. "You gotta give your word you stay awake for me, aye? Stay here."

His radio beeps nearby. You huff. "Fine."

"Fine." He leans over to grab his radio and tries to keep an arm around your shoulders to keep you warm as he does. He keeps you cradled against his chest as he responds to Price.

"Soap here."

You don't hear the conversation. Instead, you listen to Soap's voice vibrate through his chest. He speaks to Price in hushed tones, talking about your condition and the team's ETA.

Price has a laundry list of questions, but Soap manages to wrangle them into holding off until they have everyone back on base. No sense exhausting you on a mission that's already been a shitshow. Finally, they're done. Soap lets the radio go to focus entirely on you again. "Still with me?"

"How long do we have?"

"Shouldn't be too much longer," he says. He checks your side again. The coldness of the air has soaked into the wet gauze. You shiver again. It makes something in him ache. "ETA's about ten minutes out."

You pull his lips down to yours and kiss him.

He's surprised, but he doesn't pull back--not from you. He lets you kiss him. Your taste seeps into his brain and turns all rational thought to white noise. One hand cups your jaw with a surprising gentleness, and the other slides behind your waist to keep you against his body. He's gentle--you need to be handled with care right now.

He pulls back before he loses himself in the desire to deepen the kiss. His eyes search your face, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot against your lips.

"You're lucky you're injured," he murmurs. "Or you'd be in a very different kind of trouble right now."

You shiver, but not with the cold. Just that one kiss has you feeling much warmer. You touch your name where it's written on his arm. Then you curl your fingers around the back of his neck and pull yourself closer. "Hold onto that thought for later," you murmur. "Give me something to wait for."

Then you kiss him again.

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rebornofstars · 4 months ago

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SEPFEMBER 2024 PROMPTS LIST

HERE WE ARE! AT LONG LAST! THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN (HOPEFULLY) WAITING FOR! GIRL MONTH!

I honestly can't believe this is actually happening. This event was a shower thought a few months ago.

Here's a recap of the event: to participate, make at least one fanwork of any variety during September that features a woman or women from the Zelda franchise as the main character/s. All Linksmeets are welcome in this challenge, as well as general LoZ fans!

Before I drop the prompts list for those who are looking for a little direction, I'd like to mention that I have made an AO3 COLLECTION FOR THIS EVENT. It's open and unmoderated so you can add your works to it freely. And if you post on tumblr, please tag #sepfember !! I'll be scrolling through the tag every day looking for things to reblog and gush about 👀

If you have any questions at all about this event, or you want to chat about it, my askbox is open! I will also respond to comments and reblogs of this post.

Now, onto the prompts. Disclaimer: you DON'T have to use all/any of these prompts, or only create things for certain characters on their featured day. This list is just a GUIDE for those who want it. If you have other plans, go with your heart!

At the end of the day, this is a celebration, and all that matters is that you have fun. I hope some of you will join me next month in giving our girls some time in the spotlight, but if you can't, that's okay! There's no pressure! This is just a passion project of mine, really, and I am overjoyed that people are interested 💛💛💛

(apologies in advance for the terrible quality of these pics and the equally terrible commentary. i thought it would be funny. also, i've never had to come up with a prompts list before and it shows.)

DAY 1: SKYWARD SWORD ZELDA + PURPOSE

(we start at the beginning of course 💛)

DAY 2: MARIN + WASH

(it was SO hard to find a screenshot of her that didn't have link in it. they're both cute but this ain't about him.)

DAY 3: MEDLI + GIFT

(i didn't know she played the harp until i saw this screenshot! i obviously have a lot to learn.)

DAY 4: TWILIGHT PRINCESS ZELDA + FREEZE

(how creepy does she look here?! so awesome)

DAY 5: HILDA + GHOST

(SUCH a good character for real. she has depth!!!! she has a thematic purpose!!!)

DAY 6: URBOSA + LOSE

(two words: LIGHTNING POWERS ⚡⚡⚡)

DAY 7: SPIRIT TRACKS ZELDA + MISTAKE

(babygirl you are 2 entire pixels.)

DAY 8: FI + ORDER

(oh she is everything to me)

DAY 9: MIDNA + SWORD

(she looks so soulful right now)

DAY 10: HYRULE WARRIORS ZELDA + SUMMON

(what a FIRE camera angle??? her armour is so impractically attached but SHE HAS A SWORD‼️)

DAY 11: GODDESSES OF HYRULE + EYES

(hylia, din, nayru, farore, the list goes on...)

DAY 12: ZORA PRINCESSES + TRUST

(mipha, ruto... poor suckers... it can't be fun, falling for link...)

DAY 13: OCARINA OF TIME ZELDA | SHEIK + FATE

(note: I personally hc this character as a trans man, but since this isn't explicitly confirmed in-game and might not be shared with everyone, I've given them a celebration day anyway. you are free to do what you wish.)

DAY 14: MALON + GUARD

(she is adorable. look at her)

DAY 15: IMPA + BOUND

(HOTTEST MOST SEXY MOST BADASS WOMAN IN THE FRANCHISE ‼️‼️‼️ I LOVE YOU IMPA YOU ARE PERFECT. SHUT UP I DEFINITELY DON'T PLAY FAVOURITES—)

DAY 16: FOUR SWORDS ADVENTURES ZELDA + PORTAL

(i loved her in the fsa manga. she's barely in it but STILL. go read it.)

DAY 17: FAIRIES + TIRED

(the great fairies, navi, ciela, tatl, proxi...)

DAY 18: TETRA + LEGACY

(isn't she KICKASS?!)

DAY 19: EPONA + BONE

(our lovely loyal girl 🥰)

DAY 20: A LINK BETWEEN WORLDS ZELDA + HOME

(SHE IS SUCH A GOOD PARALLEL TO HILDA PLEASSSSSE)

DAY 21: SARIA + WISH

(a classic character! isn't this picture so peaceful)

DAY 22: BOTW/AOC/TOTK ZELDA + PEACE

(SHE IS EVERYTHING TO ME. SCREAMING CLAWING CRYING. MY DARLING, YOUR FANARTISTS WERE THE ONES TO DRAW ME INTO THE ZELDA FANDOM. I HOPE I CAN RETURN THE FAVOUR ONE DAY)

DAY 23: CIA + LANA + STUDY

(technically, she's one person. between the two of them they certainly only wear enough clothes for one person... )

DAY 24: ARYLL + HUG

(sister to the hero! but what's her story?)

DAY 25: ECHOES OF WISDOM ZELDA + ARREST

(YEAHHHHHHHHH GIRL MONTH GIRL DAY GIRL GAME!!!)

DAY 26: CD-i ZELDA + HOLIDAY

(hehheehehehe. i bet you weren't expecting her. neither was i tbh)

DAY 27: PURAH + FIRE

(SHE'S CLEVER! I LOVE CLEVER WOMEN!)

DAY 28: ILIA + ERUNE + MEND

(listen. i know erune is a very niche character - she literally only exists in the four swords manga - but consider. i love her)

DAY 29: ALTTP/OOS/OOA/LA ZELDA + MISSING

(she has no canon personality. you know what that means. get the building equipment out fellas)

DAY 30: LINKLE + FAREWELL

(and here we are - LAST DAY!)

THE END! YAY! I CAN'T WAIT FOR SEPTEMBER - CAN YOU?

#sepfember #SEPFEMBER PROMPTS LIST 2024 #IM SO OVERTIRED PLS LET ME KNOW IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES #THANK YOU. GOODNIGHT #I LOVE YOU ALL #linked universe #FORGOT TO TAG THE FANDOM LMAO #linked universe event #fandom event

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fivelila · 4 months ago

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- It's because he's in the CIA, huh? I'm just a dumb delivery driver. - No, Diego. - Then why? - Because I needed something for myself, okay? Something other than changing diapers and wine moms and ballet class. At least you get to get outside the house every day. I'm just trapped in this unending suburban hellscape. - I mean, that's good to know. That the life we built is so bad. - That's not what I meant. - You think I like delivering packals day in and day out? Busting my ass? Oh, trust me. I'd rather be out there cracking skulls, but, I mean, somebody's gotta show up for this marriage, ecause... it sure as hell ain't you.

Like, I'm sorry, but that was torture to watch. At this point, I thought Five was just going to be used for a wannabe humorous interlude in a story about Lila supposedly having an affair with no further response… But… do you really feel like their relationship is just one grey cloud in the sky? That all they have to do is talk and it'll all be resolved?

The way she looks at him, he's showing off for her and she's just embarrassed. In the car, she wants to confide in him about how she feels and he turns it back on himself and his problems. Plus, he fits the role of hero, head of the family. And she's the ungrateful and selfish. At this point, I was just thinking, oh, girl, I'm sorry it turned out this way.

I think she talked to him many times, but he didn't want to listen or even understand her. That's the worst thing that can happen in a relationship. Their paths may have started together, but after that they went their separate ways.

In fact, I get the feeling he didn't appreciate her at all and took her for granted. He found a girl with wild blood, a crazy personality and a sparkle in her eye and made her a housewife. She looks so tired, unhappy and frustrated! And he's like, you got me, you got the kids, you got the house, take care of all that and be happy!

In my opinion, Lila was never that type. She probably did it for him (I don't doubt her love for her kids) but it must have been killing her more and more every day.

Sorry, this is what I think. And I'm not saying this as a shipper, but as a woman. I understand her for my own personal reasons, let's say. It made me really sad...

The fact that she fell in love again and someone actually saw her, cared for her, understood her and loved her above all else was just beautiful.

#tua #the umbrella academy #lila x diego #lila x five #so many thoughts #it's so real #it honestly makes sense to me even without their past #but their past makes it all the more epic #five and lila are the endgame for me #bye

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knowlessman · 13 days ago

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"I'm sure it's hard for the white house to act with our own country in danger" oh shit they're bringin 'murica into this now, and maybe other players? …bnha s7e1-4

also tho "it's hard for america to decide to involve itself with another country" somebody doesn't know what the CIA actually does and what our threshold for meddling in other countries is

IT'S JANE CENA (hums john cena intro theme)

-- also could swear there's an existing marvel/dc miss america type hero called Star but in what world would that stop this writer

tfw you're a third-string minion and you're hiding alone in a cave with your evil master and he won't shut up and he's making less and less sense

okay who put pajama sam in a suit, I thought he stopped wearing shirts these days

"quirk: new order! when she tags something, she decides what its rules are!" okay maybe this guy does know anything about america at all

-- "is his name not tomura shigaraki?" hehehe she got L'd. not that not knowing a place's or people's real name ever stopped america from forcing whatever rules it wanted. guess she's not so close an analogy after all.

-- (star made herself a Stand out of air and caught him like a bug) yes, I'm sure hitting the big bad with, idk, extreme air pressure? and lasers, and very big missiles, will finish the job in the first couple episodes of the final season.

all for one was going on about "you're Spinner, you spin things together" does spinner have a quirk beyond being a lizard man or not

new OP and ending are okay, no notes

"this is a watershed moment for both of us. this is like… forcing each other to play shitty games!" I have to know what other translations for this line there are. …dammit, this site doesn't have an english dub version. (or I can't find it)

…huh. so he's admitting that that would've killed him. okay now THAT's interesting, he has a limit and it's a known one. …they just gotta do that again and not miss. with extra super-missiles that they probably don't have because they banked em all on this.

-- it is a game, tho, it's an actual game (that the villain is winnin cuz the show ain't over, but he's not winning it through invincibility or by playing cards he wasn't holding, and that's not nothing)

ayup. she's poisoned the vampire. I thought maybe she would just find a way to erase her own quirk before he could take it, but

-- "I don't have anyone to pass New Order onto!" … "my Reflect quirk! it's been destroyed!" well DAYUM, I was just thinking how this arc was actually pretty cool even tho it didn't seem to be adding anything that'd stick, but

-- …so, he found someone to shove new order onto, but Star's ghost had more words for him, so I'm not totally sure whether the transfer, like, worked. it sounded like he just didn't get to steal the rando's quirk, but idk

"we've captured gigantomachia and kept him asleep" uh-huh. yeah. sure. he's totally not gonna get back up the second mojo jojo decides he's got a use for him. he totally hasn't done that time and time and time again already. he's the juggernaut, he has to be considered "in play" at all times. …he's like Squee, he can be cast from exile

…laserguts?

-- ohhhhh. …wowwwwwwwww holy shit

-- I wasn't even looking out for a mole. 'XD it had well and completely left my brain. reminds me of when the finale for scooby-doo get a clue revealed that trebla was albert and I felt the stupidest a show has ever made me feel (tbf one is not exactly looking out for subterfuge while watching that show, it is an exceptionally stupid installment of the franchise)

-- "uhhh I heard from hagakure" DEKU YOU FUCKING SNITCH HOW EVEN… HOW IS THAT THE FIRST WORDS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH I'm fuckin dyin here 'XD what the fuck

-- ("my body refracts light" so blocking aoyama's laser makes hagakure's face partly visible for the first time) …huh. … "and because this writer is The Way He Is I'm also nekkid but somehow he's restraining himself from acknowledging that because this is just that important a scene"

uhhh yeah more double agents, that panned out so well the first - …okay actually I don't remember the full details of that well enough to say it didn't pan out at all so nvm

"hey, hey. a crime is a crime, you know" shut up mic nobody likes your fashy ass

-- "it's partly our fault for not catching him" you aren't making any more sense than mic right now iida but go off

("we gotta get our gear repaired") "they were a prototype from overseas" I've already forgotten whether it was melissa's actual canon gauntlets that he got tbph

ayup. stopping for now cuz I gotta leave for work in a few hours. will post these sometime today ig

#knowless watches bnha #WHY. IS. TUMBLR'S. TEXT. EDITOR. LIKE THIS. why does moving the cursor LEFT AND RIGHT scroll the entire screen up and down

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claudiosuenaga · 4 months ago

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World Destruction (Afrika Bambaataa e John Lydon) - 1984

John Joseph Lydon (nascido em Londres em 1956), também conhecido como Johnny Rotten, mais conhecido como vocalista das bandas Sex Pistols e PiL, um filho de imigrantes irlandeses que sempre demonstrou desprezo pela Família Real Britânica, em 1984 trabalhou com a banda Time Zone no seu mais conhecido single, "World Destruction".

Uma colaboração entre John, Afrika Bambaataa (nome artístico de Lance Taylor, nascido no Bronx em 1957) e o produtor/baixista Bill Laswell, o single foi um exemplo antigo de rap rock, junto com Run-DMC. A música aparece na coletânea de 1997 de Afrika Bambaataa, "Zulu Groove". John declarou em uma entrevista que a gravação foi muito rápida, que eles entraram em uma sala, colocaram uma batida de bateria em uma máquina e quatro horas e meia depois a "coisa toda" estava pronta.

Destruição Mundial

World Destruction

Fale sobre destruição

Speak about destruction

Fale sobre destruição

Speak about destruction

Essa é a destruição mundial, sua vida não é nada

This is a world destruction, your life ain't nothing

A raça humana está se tornando uma desgraça

The human race is becoming a disgrace

Países estão travando uma guerra química

Countries are fighting with chemical warfare

Sem dar a mínima para as pessoas que aqui vivem

Not giving a damn about the people who live

Nostradamus previu a chegada do Anticristo

Nostradamus predicts the coming of the Antichrist

Ei, cuidado, as nações do terceiro mundo estão em ascensão

Hey, look out, the third world nations are on the rise

A relação democrático-comunista

The Democratic-Communist Relationship,

Não terá chances contra as forças Islâmicas

Won't stand in the way of the Islamic force

A CIA está te procurando

The CIA is looking for you

A KGB é mais esperta do que você pensa

The KGB is smarter than you think

Mentalidades lavadas para controlar o sistema

Brainwash mentalities to control the system

Usando TV e filmes – religiões, é claro

Using TV and movies – religions of course

Sim, o mundo está caminhando para a destruição

Yes, the world is headed for destruction

Será uma guerra nuclear?

Is it a nuclear war?

O que você está pedindo?

What are you asking for?

Essa é a destruição do mundo, sua vida não é nada

This is a world destruction Your life ain't nothing

A raça humana está se tornando uma desgraça

The human race is becoming a disgrace

Os ricos ficam mais ricos

The rich get richer

Os pobres ficam mais pobres

The poor are getting poorer

Governos fascistas, chauvinistas e tolos

Fascist, chauvinistic government fools

Pessoas, Muçulmanos, Cristãos e Hindus

People, Moslems, Christians and Hindus

Estão em uma zona de tempo apenas buscando a verdade

Are in a time zone just searching for the truth

Quem é você para pensar que é de uma raça superior?

Who are you to think you're a superior race?

Enfrentando sua desgraça eterna

Facing forth your everlasting doom

Nós somos a Time Zone e viemos jogar uma bomba em você

We are Time Zone We've come to drop a bomb on you

Destruição mundial, kaboom, kaboom, kaboom!

World destruction, kaboom, kaboom, kaboom!

Essa é a destruição mundial, sua vida não é nada

This is the world destruction, your life ain't nothing

A raça humana está se tornando uma desgraça

The human race is becoming a disgrace

Nacionalidades estão lutando entre si

Nationalities are fighting with each other

Por que isso? Porque o sistema te diz

Why is this? Because the system tells you

Colocando as pessoas em categorias vazias

Putting people in faceless categories

O conhecimento já não é mais o que costumava ser

Knowledge isn't what it used to be

Táticas militares para controlar uma nação

Military tactics to control a nation

Quem quer ser um presidente ou rei? Eu!

Who wants to be a president or king? Me!

A Mãe Natureza vai trabalhar contra você

Mother Nature is gonna work against you

E não há nada que você possa fazer

Nothing in your power that you can do

Sim, o mundo está caminhando para a destruição

Yes, the world is headed for destruction

Você e eu sabemos, porque a Bíblia te diz

You and I know it, cause the Bible tells you

Se não começarmos a buscar uma vida melhor

If we don't start to look for a better life,

O mundo será destruído em questão de tempo

The world will be destroyed in a time zone!

Fale sobre destruição

Speak about destruction

Fale sobre destruição

Speak about destruction

Fale sobre destruição

Speak about destruction

#afrika bambaataa #john lydon #world destruction #1984

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havendance · 11 months ago

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(Suicide Squad #63)

Look at her. Look at what she used to be. I miss her already.

(Transcript below the cut):

Sarge Steel (over the phone): They're CIA, Waller. Guzman may be nothing but a dictator, but he's our dictatior. SO teh powers that be decided to borrow a page from your rulebook. It never occured to you when you *started this kind of thing, someone else would *pick up* on it? Don't tell me you were so naive that you never saw something like this coming, Waller! Waller(after silence, to Maria): You got any money? Maria: What? No, only a little. A few dollars of your money, a few pesos-- Waller: Give me a peso. Maria: Why? Waller: Give me the Damn Peso! Maria: Here! Waller: Congratulations. You have just hired the real suicide squad to go down and set your country free. Captain Boomerang: Oi! Hold on a Bleedin' second, Wall! I'm not gonner get me arse blown off for a part of a measly peso! I ain't in the charity game! Waller: I'm supplementing her peso with my own money that I made as my share of our recent mission. And you're going-- period. You dropped Maria soon enough when your own hide was t risk, but you were willing to let her blow holes in mine! Oh, you are going on this little adventure, downunder! Believe me! Waller: Because one way or another, this will be the last mission of the suicide squad!

#dc #suicide squad #amanda waller #the wall #comic panel hoard #carthago delenda est

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lord-of-hollows · 4 months ago

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We grew up in a world where we were told conspiracy theorist were all crazy or lying.

Then it turns out our phone is taking pictures of us every five seconds.

Then fact checkers get involved and it turns out if you have a phone it's not taking pictures of you every five seconds. It's taking Norman Reed's Death Stranding scans of your face every five seconds. Even if your phone doesn't have face ID. Why? Apple won't say.

And your family can't sue Disney for killing you because you signed up for a Disney Plus trial.

So then you look up other conspiracies and they're all proven if not believable.

Black Americans were infected with syphilis and just denied treatment so doctors could see what would happen.

Nazis started the reichstag fire.

The CIA bought literally all the LSD in the world because they thought it would make blackmail, if not mind control possible.

Im serious, the "fact checkers" don't even make it sound better.

Me: The U.S. government stole dead people to blast them with radiation to see what would happen.

Fact checker, an intellectual: Ackshually that's been debunked. They only stole parts of dead children. Not the whole corpse. The most they took without permission was a limb.

Like what the fuck? Why would you try to debunk me by supplanting it with something so much worse? Are you an AI sir?

Reality is determined to turn me into a conspiracy theorist.

All this to say I am now a Battle of Zama denier. Ain't no way that happened. It's too perfect. Both generals come out and have speeches to ancient armies that didn't involve loot. Then the Romans don't even build a monument after their victory their favorite thing to do after a victory.

#conspiracy theories #conspiracies

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yoditopascal · 2 years ago

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Where The Sky And Ocean Meet Part 2

CHAPTER 2 Chapter 1//Chapter 3

That was almost a year ago and to this day she couldn't get the thought of those deep brown eyes out of her head. She was practically obsessed with finding him, so much so she was kicked from the foreign exchange program and almost removed from her studies altogether, but that never stopped her from looking for him. In fact, she often sought out her best friend from Chicago to help her which was how she found herself hurrying to Riri's room to share the latest news she had found on the man.

Rushing to get in Kailani hits the door as she forgot to check to see if it was locked. With a sigh, she rummages around in her jacket pockets before pulling out a key and finally entering the room before she’s pushed in from behind. Pulling out her pepper spray ready to mace the person who had bum-rushed her into Riri’s room she turned to find her face to face with the Princess of Wakanda herself.

“You’re the prin-” Kailani starts but was shushed as the princess closed the door behind her. “What the hell are you doing here?” she asked peeking out the dorm window before closing the blinds as if the people on the terrace below them could see up into the room

“I’m here about the vibranium detector,” Shuri started closing the distance between the two.

“You're in grave danger.”

“What?”

“We dont have time to-”

“Is this about the kid in Belize cuz I already told the GE office everything!”

“Riri listen-”

“Hold up, I'm not Riri.”

Just then, the dorm door opened again, but this time, the girl Kailani was looking for walked in. “Kai I told you to stop just dropping in outta- the girl started her back to the women in the room just as she turned to face them her keys hit the floor as she started at them awestruck “Oh shit its the Princess.”

“Right?!”

“Am I being recruited?” Riri asks excitedly as she comes further into the room, coming to stand by her friend on the opposite side of Shuri.

“No” Shuri answered as she shook her head and looked on incredulously, Riri shrank back a little with a sad frown.

“Wait a minute what were you saying about danger? Is Riri in trouble?!” Kai began to panic.

“Bro what the fuck did you do?!”

“I didn't do shit!” Riri shouted back, starting to become equally as panicked as her friend.

“Ladies we don’t have time for this!” Shuri shouted causing the two to stop their arguing

“Sorry, your highness.” Kai apologized as she looked down at the floor feeling like a child that had just been scolded

“Please just call me Shuri.”

“Can you please just tell us what’s going on?” Riri asked as she closed the distance between herself and the Princess.

“Like I was telling your friend here, I'm here about the vibranium detector you built for the CIA”

“Nah I ain't build no detector for the CIA, I made that for my metallurgy class.”

“A school project?”

“Yeah,” she started, “My professor said I’d never be able to do it. To be young gifted and black though right?” She smiled at the princess who chuckled back, Shuri liked her.

“I’m sorry can we get back to the dangerous part of this, please? Who’d Riri piss off?” Kailani asked snapping the two back to the situation at hand.

“Wait, was it Wakanda? D-did I piss off Wakanda?” Riri stuttered nervously, she wanted more than anything to impress the princess and hope she wasn’t there because she had fucked up somehow.

“Not just us, this place is no longer safe for you Riri, gather your things and come with me”

“I-I got Differential Equations class in like 15 minutes”

“Riri really?! There’s someone after you! We gotta go like now!” Kai warns unable to believe her friend’s excuse as to why she couldn’t leave.

“We?”

“Yes, we! The fuck you think I’m gonna let you go by yourself with somebody we don’t know, no offense Princess,”

”None taken” Shuri waved her hand dismissively

“I told you we ride or die together. I’m not letting you go on the run by yourself!”

“Okay, Okay J-just uh gimme a minute you guys wait here,” Riri says as she goes to pack a bag just as she leaves for the next room a tall lithe figure stalks into the room startling both Riri and Kai in the process. “I had it under control Okoye” Shuri sighs

“I said five minutes. I gave you six.”

“Get out of my dorm!” Riri shouts as she picks up a speaker and holds it over her head ready to throw it at the mysterious woman at any moment.

“Oooh see how they teach the American children to treat their guests?” She tsked as she continued to approach Riri. Just then Riri hurls the speaker aiming to hit the woman in the face, but just before impact a spear martialized in her hand cutting the speaker in half before returning to its smaller pocket size.

“You bought a spear in here?!”

“Oh shit, she’s got a spear!”

“Listen,” the woman began, “Small small girl. You have two options for how you will come to Wakanda. Conscious, or unconscious.”

“Whoooa hold up that's not really neces-”

“You need to be conscious of how you look, walking around with all of that ash on your head!”

“Oh my god Riri”

“See! I Told you!”

“You look fine Okoye!”

“You know what? We’ll head out. And you can deal with the merman with winged ankles who wants to kill you by yourself. I’m sure your math class will be real helpful with that.” Shuri and Okoye turn to head out before they're stopped by Kailani grabbing onto Shuri’s hand softly. “Wait, please” she pleaded holding up her hands between the three women as if to calm everyone down. In truth, the mentions of a merman had frazzled her down to her bones as if she had some sort of idea of who it could be but she swallowed her nerves and continued on for Riri’s sake. “Please, don't leave her.”

“Then come with us.”

After much convincing, mainly on Kai’s part, they finally got Riri to agree to go with the princess and her general, the three wait till dark approaches before they set off toward Riri’s secret off-campus lab to check out the equipment she used to create the detector.

After arriving the group watches Riri enter an impossibly long code before they’re able to enter the space, once inside it looks like just an average run-of-the-mill truck garage with a few modern tech-looking upgrades here and there.

“What exactly is this place?” the general who the girls had learned was Okoye asked as she looked on in disgust, clearly she was not impressed by what she saw, next to her Kailani could not contain her awe as she looked around. Behind them both Shuri flicks through some blueprints of Riri’s latest experiments.

“I fix up a few trucks for sanitation here, so they let me use this place.”

“This is impressive” Shuri smiles over her shoulder at Riri causing the girl to shyly look away only peeking at the princess from under her lashes as she blushed at the compliment.

“T-thanks.”

“I just have to grab my laptop then we can go,” Riri said moving papers around on her desk until she uncovered a laptop and stuffed it into her bag. “You just leave it lying around here?” Kai asks visibly cocking her head to the side in confusion, anyone could break in her and take it. “I got 2065 byte encryption on this thing! Once I got locked out it took me a whole semester the break back in.” Riri boasts proudly as if Kailani knew what that meant.

“Damn.”

“Damn indeed.”

“Great, now let's get out of here.” Okoye rushed not wanting to spend any more time than they needed too. Just as the group was getting ready to leave an AI voice interrupted them.

“Princess, American law enforcement has arrived at your location.”

“Shit” Shuri swore as she began to mess with her kimoyo beads on her wrist

“Who was that?” Riri asked looking around as if the owner of the voice would materialize in thin air.

“My AI GRIOT.” Shuri answered pulling off a bead and sending it flying out the window closest to her, it morphs into a fly and started to survey the area before attaching itself to one of the cars outside.

“They are surrounding us” Okoye announces grimly as she shows their movements on a projection from her own kimoyo beads

Peaking out of an opened window Riri cursed under her breath at the black cars surrounding the building. “I thought you said a merman was after me. That's the feds!” She quickly sweeps papers off of her desk and into an empty oil drum.

“I don’t believe this shit right now!”

Kai is oddly silent as she is trying to process what exactly is going on. Why were the feds here? Were they after Riri too or the princess? Should they turn themselves in? If the feds were here, who else was here? This was all too much at once and her mind was racing. A hand resting on her shoulder broke Kai out of her trance. Shuri stared at her worriedly before turning her attention back to Riri who was storming around tearing down papers and blueprints before tossing them into the oil drum and setting them on fire.

“I think I might take my chances with the merman because he never brought the FBI to my garage!”

“Namor sank an entire ship of CIA operatives because of your little machine so those popo out there are the very least of your worries.” Okoye scoffed ready to leave the young girl to fend for herself at this point.

“Listen we need to work together to get out of here.” Shuri tried to defuse the situation as the FBI warned them to come out with their hands up outside.

“No I need yall to get Kai out of here, she ain’t got shit to do with this!”

“Bullshit! I’m not leaving you Riri!” The girl screamed back, she must have been outta her mind to think she’d abandoned her, especially now.

“You really think the feds won’t come for her if they can’t find you Riri? She’s in this now. We all are” Shuri spoke with authority in her voice telling the girls she meant exactly what she said.

“General, should we split up?” Shuri asked as she began to calculate the group’s best move to ensure everyone’s safety.

“Out of the question. Does this vehicle work?” Okoye asked as she walked around a tarp-covered car inspecting it.

“…no” Riri answered hesitantly but everyone could tell she was lying.

“Everything in this lab works, including this bike” Shuri hinted at subtlety but Okoye already knew what she was thinking and shut her down as she pulled the tarp off of the car pushing Kailani into the back seat as she goes into the front.

“Don’t even think about it, besides there are four of us the car will do just fine.”

“Three of y’all I’m taking this” Riri said as she began to lower some kind of metal suit from the ceiling just as the power had been cut enveloping the four in total darkness. Peep the subtle Shuri/Riri moments <;3 @namorslit @mariaxxxxx @h34rtsformilli @lavnderluv

#namor x black reader #mcu namor #tenoch huerta #namor x reader #marvel cinematic universe #Where the Sky and Ocean Meet masterlist

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sonicasura · 2 years ago

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Cia's Portrayal

When it comes to Hyrule Warriors, I noticed just how insane a good chunk of people portray Cia through it. Now I haven't played the game or finish watching a playthrough so this is more opinion based since I don't have full context.

I will say some of you guys seriously need to chill.

So in Hyrule Warriors, Cia is the dark half of the original sorceress while is the light half. (Just know that the design choice for both and the context is a huge ass blunder on Nintendo's part. I ain't explaining cause it's clearly obvious to EVERYONE.) What people don't understand is the contrast between dark and evil.

Despite what people think, these two things aren't the same. Evil is aligned with malevolence as every emotion or feeling are aimed to harm everyone in the way. To be evil is to discard every moral and not turn back.

Inner darkness is something everyone has. The side of us we don't want people to see. However darkness isn't fully hate, malevolence or lust in Cia's case. There is loneliness, sadness, desire, and wrath for example.

Cia's role was one of loneliness as watching over the Triforce meant she wouldn't have an actual life beyond that. A task too much for a single person to bear no matter the status or power. Her affections towards Link is also plausible.

How? It's because both of them are trapped in a neverending cycle. The hero's role is something Link has to face with every incarnation. To watch the Triforce is something the original sorceress was forced to bear for eternity.

Both share the same kind of painful burden. Her hatred for Zelda is also reasonable in her eyes since every one is an incarnation of Hylia. The very goddess responsible with the burden she and Link are stuck with. Everytime the world goes to shit, Hylia never fully intervenes leaving her vessel alongside the chosen hero to handle the problem.

Ganondorf took advantage of this inner conflict to split the original sorceress in half. His influence powering Cia was guaranteed to overwhelm her good half in time which led to them splitting. Without Lana, Ganondorf had free reign to amplify the unprotected volatile emotions in her heart.

He made Cia into a puppet who couldn't recover from this forceful moral shift as her light half is now absent. Further the war progressed, I can see this behavior slowly growing worse so the corruption really didn't go from zero to 100 immediately.

Wind Waker Epilogue does give Cia the opportunity to redeem herself and make up for her actions. I don't know if the original sorceress could be remade but Lana is now there to aid her missing half. Still gonna take a long while for Cia to fully recover from Ganondorf's manipulation.

Just because she wants Link's affection during this downward spiral, I don't think she'll do some of the unhinged shit you guys think. Cia rather have the hero be willing or persuaded to join her. In case of the Dark Links, they were spawned from his own darkness.

Even the Hero's Spirit can hold contempt as it has been present with every incarnation. Knowledgeable on every Link's adventure and the curse of constant reincarnation. Cia just helped bring it to the surface.

In conclusion, the dark sorceress isn't as bad as you guys like to think. Even if my portrayal of her is gonna be slightly darker in Grudge Stained Innocence, it isn't gonna touch THAT TERRITORY of yandere.

That's all I have for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you later.

#sonicasura #legend of zelda #loz #loz hw #legend of zelda hyrule warriors #hyrule warriors #hyrule warriors cia #loz cia #legend of zelda cia #cia #my personal opinion #character analysis

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x-heesy · 1 year ago

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This style seems wild, wait before you treat me like a stepchild

Let me tell you why they got me on file

'Cause I give you what you lack, come right and exact

Our status is the saddest so I care where you at, black

And at home I got a call from Tony Rome

The FBI was tappin' my telephone

I never live alone, I never walk alone

My posses always ready, and they're waitin' in my zone

Although I live the life that of a resident

But I be known to scheme that of the president

Tappin' my phone whose crews abused

I stand accused of doin' harm

'Cause I'm louder than a bomb

Come on

I'm louder than a bomb

Come on

I am the rock hard trooper to the bone the bone the bone

Full grown consider me stone

Once again and I say it for you to know

The troop is always ready, I yell Geronimo

Your CIA, you see I ain't kiddin'

Both King and X they got ridda' both

A story untold, true, but unknown

Professor Griff knows I ain't milquetoast

Of those with closed minds, don't know I'm rapid

The way that I rap it is making 'em tappin', yeah

Never serving â€~em well, 'cause I'm an Un-Tom

It's no secret at all

'Cause I'm louder than a bomb

Come on

I'm louder than a bomb

Come on

Cold holdin' the load, the burden breakin' the mold

I ain't lyin' denyin' because they're checkin' my code

Am I buggin' 'cause they're buggin' my phone for information

No tellin' who's sellin' out buildin' the nation

Joinin' the set, the point black target

Every brother's inside so least not, you forgot, no

Takin' the blame is not a waste, here taste

A bit of the song so you can never be wrong

Just a bit of advice, â€~cause we be payin' the price

'Cause every brother man's life is like swingin' the dice, right?

Here it is, once again this is the brother to brother

The Terminator the cutter

Going on and on, leave alone the grown

Get is straight in '88, an' I'll troop in to demonstrate

The posse always ready 98 at 98

My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity

Tapping' my phone, they never leave me alone

I'm even lethal when I'm unarmed

â€~Cause I'm louder than a bomb

Come on

â€~Cause I'm louder than a bomb

Come on

â€~Cause the D is for dangerous, you can come and get some of this

I teach and speak so when it's spoke, it's no joke

The voice of choice the place shakes with bass

Called one for the treble, the rhythm is a rebel

Here's a funky rhyme that they're tappin' on

Just thinkin' I'm breakin' the beats that I'm rappin'on

CIA, FBI, all they tell us is lies

And when I say it they get alarmed

â€~Cause I'm louder than a bomb

Come on

â€~Cause I'm louder than a bomb

â€~Cause I'm louder than a bomb 💣

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Louder Than a Bomb by Tiga

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willsperotruther · 1 year ago

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Ladies up in here tonight No fighting We got the refugees up in here (no fighting) No fighting Shakira, Shakira

I never really knew that she could dance like this (hey) She make a man wants to speak Spanish ¿Cómo se llama? (Sí), bonita (sí) Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira)

Oh, baby, when you talk like that You make a woman go mad So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí) Reading the signs of my body (uno, dos, tres, cuatro)

I'm on tonight You know my hips don't lie (no fighting) And I'm starting to feel it's right All the attraction, the tension Don't you see, baby, this is perfection?

Hey, girl, I can see your body moving And it's driving me crazy And I didn't have the slightest idea Until I saw you dancing (yeah) And when you walk up on the dance floor Nobody cannot ignore the way you move your body, girl (just move) And everything so unexpected, the way you right and left it So you can keep on shaking it (let's go)

I never really knew that she could dance like this She make a man wants to speak Spanish ¿Cómo se llama? (Sí), bonita (sí) Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira)

Oh, baby, when you talk like that You make a woman go mad So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí) Reading the signs of my body (no fighting)

I'm on tonight You know my hips don't lie (no fighting) And I am starting to feel you, boy Come on, let's go, real slow Don't you see, baby, así es perfecto? They know I am on tonight, my hips don't lie And I'm starting to feel it's right All the attraction, the tension Don't you see, baby, this is perfection? (Shakira, Shakira)

Oh, boy, I can see your body moving Half animal, half man I don't, don't really know what I'm doing But you seem to have a plan My will and self-restraint Have come to fail now, fail now See, I am doing what I can, but I can't so you know That's a bit too hard to explain (uno, dos, tres, cuatro)

Baila en la calle de noche (yeah) Baila en la calle de día (let's go) Baila en la calle de noche Baila en la calle de día

I never really knew that she could dance like this She make a man wants to speak Spanish ¿Cómo se llama? (Sí), bonita (sí) Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira)

Oh, baby, when you talk like that You know you got me hypnotized So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí) Reading the signs of my body

Señorita, feel the conga Let me see you move like you come from Colombia

Yeah (ladies sí) (yeah yeah) (Hey, yeah)

¡Mira en Barranquilla se baila así, say it! (yeah) En Barranquilla se baila así (yeah)

Hey, brra!

Yeah, she's so sexy, every man's fantasy A refugee like me back with the Fugees from a third world country I go back like when 'Pac carried crates for Humpty Humpty We leave the whole club dizzy Why the CIA wanna watch us? Colombians and Haitians I ain't guilty, it's a musical transaction Bo bop so bop, no more do we snatch ropes Refugees run the seas 'cause we own our own boats (no fighting)

I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie And I'm starting to feel you, boy Come on, let's go, real slow Baby, like this is perfecto (no fighting)

Oh, you know I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie And I am starting to feel it's right The attraction, the tension Baby, like this is perfection

No fighting No fighting

real i love that song

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wack-ashimself · 11 months ago

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If you, in this day and age, after everything we have found out our government has done (let alone the CIA), if you trust ANYTHING the US federal or state governments claim, or what the mainstream media parrots blindly, you're a fucking moron, and no one should listen to you. You're a god damn bootlicker thinking the people who have LIED FOR DECADES FOR MONEY AND POWER would suddenly <MAGICALLY> start telling to truth to you OUT OF THE BLUE, especially if it cost them power and/or money. NAIVE to the highest degree. Oligarchy; you do not matter outside of your slave labor. Oh, yeah, we have slave labor. First off-if you don't work, you go homeless. And they now want to jail all the homeless so you get... Prison labor! A lot of companies are using it and we're just finding out on what kind of grand scale. WERE THOSE THE JOBS CREATED YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT? Tax payers pay cops to arrest people, pay to keep them in jail, then a company uses that person as a SLAVE, literally getting the max profits possible off of human labor in this country (since the companies ain't paying any of the bills to house/feed them). Great god damn system when 2/3 of ALL crimes are plea deals; aka NO time in court, NEVER proven guilty, just threatened with more jail time so they would submit. But you BELIEVE the rich that own the media, the government, and these prisons? NAIVE TO THE HIGHEST LEVEL POSSIBLE.

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cryptometaphor · 5 months ago

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Me: I've given it some thought. While Sarah isn't here, I was gonna refer to myself as a serial-killer socialist because it's fucking based

ACP cuck: It's not. Also this is recorded dumbass lol

Me: Noone gonna sit through three hours for a gotcha

ACP cuck: YOU wouldn't ya narcissist lol

Me: ANYWAY... Green-Leninism.

ACP cuck: (sighs)

Me: It sounds way nicer while still admitting that ok, there's gonna be moral disagreements that...

ACP cuck: You can't help yourself can you? Are you that worried Sarah would be abhorred by you that you gotta hide behind...

Me: Well see, it's a stated fact the cia knew the green party was a front for the Soviet Union.

ACP cuck: I don't care!

Sarah: I don't care either.

Me: Eek lol

Sarah: Babe you are the biggest most selfish asshole in the world. You think I don't know that already? lol

Me: I mean not too...

Sarah: Not to me exactly. You know Stalin believed in socialism in one country to advance communism realistically. It was admittedly a third position stance and to this day fascists clutch their pearls at it to justify themselves. You are a liberal. So you take it a step further "socialism in one person" which is of course, you. What benefits you? And you move onto "what benefits Sarah?" And if we're really lucky, "what benefits my friends and family?" I don't hate you for it. You've been hurt a lot, you've been betrayed a lot, taken advantage of a lot, you didn't have the same foundation I did and had to learn to lookout for yourself, same way I had to learn to lookout for other people. But I could never think you're a bad person and leave you. I would never, EVER do that to you. I love you. You deserve to be loved. I know you love me intensely. So much so, you'll ignore your entire upbringing and experiences. You're scared, but you try for me. I notice.

Me: So in a way, you get it. Like it's in your own rational self interest too

Sarah: Well no shit I get it lol. Like I never argued selfishness is irrational, it's just not sustainable. Societies emerge with or without us. Better we have a functioning one than a dysfunctional one.

Me: I've got a lot of job experience being in leader positions hon and I can tell you the more people in a room, the more miserable it is. Sartre pointed that out too: hell is other people.

Sarah: You're a great leader. You win second or third place in anything you do. You're a fucking Chad.

ACP cuck: Trying to butter him up too...

Sarah: Fuck you I don't need to butter up this man lol. He's strong enough to where he could live without me. I couldn't without him. I need him. At the end of the day, I'm the one whose selfish. But I accept it and improve my conditions. That's dialectical materialism. Not just be a nihilist about it. Jim takes the reactionary approach because he has no faith in other people. He's never had a reason too. But he puts his faith in me and makes me feel like the most special girl in the world. I mean I'm am little offended by him thinking he can't just be bold and blunt about how he feels sometimes, but he genuinely believes I'm the one meant for him "I don't wanna screw this up" and sees me as integral to his happiness and purpose. I see that. He doesn't even have to fucking say it. Just the way he looks at me. No girl in here knows how that feels. You cannot begin to imagine how it feels when a man just looks at you and you can feel the love. Jim is amazing.

Me: I'm only amazing because...

Sarah: Because you have me? Don't lie to me bitch. I will literally jack you off until you cry lol

Me: LOL I don't think that's how biology works babe...

Sarah: Oh it does. First time you like it, second time you still like it, third time you're like ok that's enough, by the fourth time you're saying stop, fifth time you're actually physically fighting with me to stop, oh no I ain't stopping boy. Not ever.

ACP cuck: Damn, you as psycho as he is.

Sarah: (posts the "you're God damn right" meme)

Sarah: Jim never had a chance to care about himself, I never had a chance to care about other people. That's why we complete each other. I've always had help and sympathy, it'll make you bitter and feel worthless, Jim's never had help, it'll fill you with contempt. But together, there's just genuine love.

Me: Baby you keep talking like that and imma marry you over and over again until you the one crying lol

Sarah: Do it pussy, ya won't lol. Propose to me at the bus stop, the grocery store, Target, flea market, wherever, anywhere anytime. I'm gonna say yes every single time.

ACP cuck: It's like seeing two people at the insane Asylum.

Other Sara of ACP: Joker and Harley Quinn except not toxic lol

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