#wars and prayers

[art-ember]

Old shall we date game fans PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE STILL OUT THERE

I want to make a server where we can talk about these games, and I have started running a meme account on instagram focusing on the older games. Please tell me there are still fans other than me and the two people I scream about swd games to (cough @nightshadow2518 @shadownight2518 cough)

Just like, rebolg, respond, something! I wanna talk to people about these!

I love BiR, I love Guilty Alice and Lost Alice, I am going insane with Philippe and Jean's connections to every ither game, I am.playing Guard Me Sherlock, Wizardess Heart, Ninja Shadow, Love Tangle, and am looking for any and all lets plays of the ither games. I have fan-fics in the works and one even published (Multifandom Escape. There's a couple of swd characters in it). I did play Obey me and like it, but I want to focus on games OTHER than that. I have drawn fan comics of Angel and Devil, Ninja Assassin, every game I mentioned so far in this post (except obey me). I have Au's, theories, just A LOT.

This is a desperate cry for the fandom, if it's still out there.

[warandpeas]

Kelly

[bowenoke]

if you like florence + the machine and also kristen applebees and figueroth faeth. may i offer you cassandra

[panncakes]

Joke looking at Jack.

Jack & Joker (2024)

[myemptycircus333]

may the israeli colonial project fall and may all Indigenous people face justice, liberation, and prosperity. may all those responsible bear the weight of guilt and shame so heavy for the rest of their lives it blocks out all light and love.

[terriblesolomons]

Ok but guys isn't it actually crazy how Eugene Roe's presence is literally defined by the ineffable silence of God....ep 6 has no narrative voice beyond the languageless vision of Roe's literal perspective....he brings with him silence in every episode he's in like the chaos after Jackson blows himself up stills completely when Doc runs in - they all go silent & frozen & breathless - when any man is wounded the very concept of words beyond orders fail...he talks about how Renee is blessed to calm the wounded she treats but it's evident that he brings with him something even graver than calm; it's unutterable, literally, it's a prayer, it's a response to the silence we meet (Roe meets) in his prayers (it's a reflection on the insane power we - they - have over our own - and their own - mortality - that silent and sometimes apparently godlike capacity to return (to the front lines) from the dead (that hell of lost brotherhood in the hospitals)?)

[inbabylontheywept]

Want Better Things

“You thought that was a bioweapon?” 

The translator broke down for a second as the creature did a sort of broken exhale. Connotations were all that came through. Vague implications. Pity, the software flashed. Disgust. Anger.

A pause as it decided.  

Sadism. 

Valta was already backing away. The final decision didn’t change his behavior, it just made the hall feel far, far too short. 

“I didn’t order it deployed. I didn’t make it.” 

The thing was staring at him, and he couldn’t look away. The two eyes moved in such perfect tandem that he didn’t think it was conscious. It only had binocular vision because it only needed binocular vision. Always the predator, never the prey. 

And now it was moving in on him. 

“Oh, but what if you had? Then I could tell you all the things that were wrong with it.” 

One of its hands - a sprawling, five fingered  spindly thing - traced carelessly along the station's walls. 

“No incubation period. Symptoms arrive within 40 minutes of exposure. No time to spread undetected. Minimum should be one week. Embarrassingly low.” 

The pressure the thing was putting on the wall increased, the gentle glide turning into a buzzing scratch. Humans were strong, but not strong enough to cut through metal like this. The suit had to be powered and clawed. 

“Spread through contact. Limited waterborne. No airborne. Intended mechanism of infection is viral load being put on hands from scratching, and then passed into the environment. Pathetically inefficient.” 

The translator was working, but the thing was overeunounciating each word. The meaning was being passed along by a clean, helpful voice in his suit, even as the sound was being passed on through the environmental speakers. And the sound was dreadful - clicks of ceramized bone jarring against each other, wet muscles modulating air into something sharp and rasping. 

“Mechanism of death? Lysis overload. Could be dangerous if it was transmitted into the lungs, but since the initial load tends to be dermal all we wind up with-”

It took its helmet off. 

It took its helmet off. 

It took its helmet off it took its helmet off it took its helmet off in a biozone it - 

It looked a little pink, actually. A little scratchy. It lifted a delicate, taloned hand and rubbed its face against it for a moment before finishing. 

“-is a rash.”

Valta’s prey drive had glued him to the spot. It was too close. The stupid, stupid part of his brain that still thought he was grazing on Duranga hoped that if he stood still long enough, it might not notice him. 

The human paused a moment before continuing. 

“Do you know why they sent me? Alphonse Ericsen, PhD, MD, civilian doctor, here to speak with you?”

Valta’s snout twitched. The suit translated the gesture for him. 

“No.” 

“Because one of our grunts is a dumb fuck,” the human said simply. “And he spent two days fighting on your station with his helmet off. He got infected that way and brought back your stupid, itchy plague to our carrier ship, and now we’ve all spent the last 8 hours scratching ourselves raw. But the jokes on you, because when we were treating that guy you know what we found? That he was in the asymptomatic phase of a COVID infection. So if this-”

It gestured to its pink face with a snarl. 

“-is your idea of a bioweapon, then COVID is going to be your apocalypse. But if you work with me, and shut everything the fuck down for the next three or four months, I might be able to save most of you.” 

Valta unstuck at that. He’d spent weeks down here, worrying about nothing more than the next skirmish. Now he was looking at a genuine existential threat. 

“...What? Why would you help us? We wanted you to die. All of you. I wanted-”

The human cut him off with an exasperated wave of his hand. 

“You wanted something stupid. Doesn’t mean I have to join you. Best I can do to fix you is keep you alive and hope that you feel ashamed later. That, I genuinely look forward to. Now come on, you’re going to be the one explaining to all your friends what’s at stake here. My bedside manner is so bad that they limited my patients to virology slides and USMC marines. I think that’s actually one rung below the guys that just dissect cadavers.” 

Valta would’ve made an amused hum at that, but something already felt scratchy inside his throat. 

[classycookiexo]

[claret-ash]

Sunset together. 🌅

[ex0rin]

Galen Erso is vital to the Empire’s weapon program. Forget what you heard in there, there will be no extraction. You find him, you kill him. Then and there.

General Draven & Captain Andor | Rogue One: A Star Wars Story

[tilbageidanmark]

Saint Luigi

[may-be-a-plant]

I love that it shows in-canon that Kallus gets to co-pilot the Ghost with Hera a couple times. He even argues about whether he or Rex should pilot as though he was excited to do so.

But the first few times he was in the ship post-Atollon must have been....an experience.

He's so used to seeing the Ghost from the other side, through the viewport of a star destroyer and through the front of the tiny ship as it swooshes by.

He's studied the layout and engineering manual of this one ship that has caused him so many headaches so often that he should be able to rebuild it from memory.

But there were always things that didnt make sense like, why does it make that sound, why does it seem to jolt slightly when it turns to starboard, and what is that thing he keeps seeing in the cockpit viewport?

And then, oh and then..

He finally gets to inspect the ship from the inside, without threat of being knocked out by a suspiciously quiet lasat. (Hi Zeb)

And wishes he hadn't.

He realizes, to his growing horror, that the ship jolts because half the parts are second, third, even fourth hand, made for models of ships that no longer exist and welded in at odd angles.

The odd THING he always saw through the transparisteel was a chunk of a plastoid armor piece wedged into the stolen acceleration control in order to keep it from falling right out of the console.

And the sound, he sees upon opening an access panel, is one of the engines held in place by a well-packed layer of MILK CARTONS.

-----

Hera: You okay Kal? You've been really quiet.

Kallus: *sheet white and holding co-pilot steering in a death grip*

[seasaltandwisdom]

i praise you lady athena,

leader of battles, sprung from the head of zeus,

i say this prayer out of devotion and love for you.

i say thanks for all the wisdom you bring us,

i don't ask for anything besides for you to be with me.

it will be, as you allow it, i believe in your guidance.

[almightyrayzilla]

"To have never gone to war is something to be proud of."

A lot of GODZILLA MINUS ONE's anti-war message resonates heavily with me. Despite being set ~80 years ago and specifically in one region of the world, its sentiment is universal.

And I turn to the real world, and I see the very thing the movie spoke against - no one deserves to die just because some well-dressed people in business suits say so.

"One side must be obliterated" is not anti-war. Lobbing munitions capable of leveling entire buildings and calling the casualties "human shields" is not anti-war. Boasting of being an upholder of peace while supplying weapons to oppressors is not anti-war.

Saying no to a ceasefire is not anti-war.

[thedeadman-2023]

I AM THE X-MEN - Like A Prayer (WOLVERINE EDIT)

[backpackingspace]

Okay I know technically all the monsters are suppose to be pretty far away, like that's the point that odysseus and his crew got blown so off course that they're in the sea of monsters now. But I love how the musical makes it seem like Ithaca is just surrounded by an absurd amount of monsters and gods.