#why is studying geography so depressing

[firnen-the-teragram-teabag]

[r7inyz]

hi finished the first exam and I am actually gonna cry IT WAS SO SO EASY??? AND NOTHING WE STUDIED IN CLASS (THE FLIMS, NOVELS, PLAYS ETC) WAS RELEVANT AT ALL IN THE EXAM what was that

exams start today 🦅

[writerswho]

Fanfiction Title: Running Up The Hill. Words: 965. Ratings: General Audiences. Relationship: Kaminari & Kirishima, Kaminari & Midoriya. Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: Denki questions his luck and even his sanity. Why are all the schools in Japan on hilltops? And those that rarely aren't on top of a stupidly high hill are inside a geography depression, which is the same thing in the blond's opinion. One way or another, students have to walk up or down a hill to get to and from school. And that doesn't even count as an extra point in PE lessons, which Denki thinks is criminal. Links: ao3, tips! Commissions info here!

He faces the hill. It's a long and big and high hill, so, so high. Sighing defeatedly, he walks with heavy steps to the pavement. Sliding down to the ground and making himself comfortable there. Watching the thousands of people climbing the hill as if it wasn't just too absurdly tall.

Denki questions his luck and even his sanity. Why are all the schools in Japan on hilltops? And those that rarely aren't on top of a stupidly high hill are inside a geography depression, which is the same thing in the blond's opinion. One way or another, students have to walk up or down a hill to get to and from school. And that doesn't even count as an extra point in PE lessons, which Denki thinks is criminal.

Of the three schools Denki attended during his time in Japan, all were on hilltops. Every day, he had to climb them with the ponderous, tired steps of someone who wasn't getting enough sleep to get to a place he didn't even like, full of people who made nasty, dubious comments every time they thought he wasn't listening.

As much as everyone thinks otherwise, Denki isn't the most sociable person in the world. Although his hair and clothes are eye-catching, his voice is loud, and he speaks to anyone who speaks to him in an informal, light-hearted way, Denki is not a person of many friends. To be quite honest, he'd say he only has one friend, and it's not even someone from his school, but a boy he met online who's a fan of a certain slightly older hero, Crimson Red.

Red Riot is a good friend. He's fun and kind and likes to spend hours chatting to Denki about old heroes and listens when he complains about school and the people in his class without saying he's a crybaby about it. And, most importantly of all, he doesn't think Denki is an idiot for having a learning disability. He encourages Denki to keep going, to be better and to push forward whenever he encounters a challenge that leaves him feeling lost, anxious or unmotivated. And it's because of him that Denki is facing yet another hill. Because this is the school that Red Riot said he was going to. This is his friend's dream school, and if Denki is honest with himself for a moment, he might even admit that this is his dream school, too.

Ansty and frightened, he tries to calm his heart, which is beating violently in his chest. Denki hates hills, and passing the entrance exam means three more years of hills ahead of him. It also means the chance to be in the same school as his only friend, and even though they end up in different classes, they can still see each other during lunchtime and study together for exams since the curriculum is the same for all classes. Climbing that hill means meeting people like him, meeting people with the same dream who might not laugh at him. It means the possibility of joining a school that understands the difficulties Denki has and can help him with them because Denki knows that this school is good for people like him. Because he researched the subject tirelessly, afraid that everything would be the same as the last three schools. But, as it turns out, this school is different and Denki wants to be a student here so badly. He wants so badly to be treated the same as everyone else for the first time in his life. Denki needs a place where no one will laugh at him because he's not the fastest intellectually, where no one will laugh if he short-circuits. Where no one will call him an idiot just because he can't read or write or express himself properly

Denki needs a place where the teachers will pay attention and do something, and if this school of all schools isn't everything he expects, then no school will be. For if the number one school in Japan isn't good at keeping its students in line, no other school is.

"Katsudon," a voice to Denki's right says. The blond follows the voice to find a green-haired boy standing a few metres away from him. The boy holds the straps of his obnoxious yellow backpack with such a firm grip that his knuckles turn white. His gaze drifts down to his red, worn-out trainers. Denki recognized the trainers, there was a boy at his second school with trainers like that, and he was transferred before the second half of the year. The green-haired boy stares at his Primordial shoes as if he wishes he were wearing something else. And he probably is, Denki reckons.

"I really want to get into this school," the boy mutters quietly. "Very much. This is my dream school, it always has been, and I've worked hard to get here," he continues quietly. Denki can see that the boy's statement is true. His muscles are big enough that he can see them through his uniform. Taking a deep breath, the boy turns his gaze to the top of the hill. Determination coursing through his body and shining in his eyes. "I'm going to pass this exam. I'm going to get into this school. And then I'm going to eat katsudon to celebrate," he says, as if writing the future in steel.

With long, firm strides, the green-haired boy walks up the hill without looking back.

Denki feels something in his chest, something burning hot that turns his anxiety to ashes.

Determined and inspired, Denki runs up the hill. Ready to grab his place at this school and, with luck, maybe end up in the same class as his best friend and the green-haired boy.

[javandkyo]

Just had a breakthrough. I was doing my Japanese flashcards and then remembered this guy who was in my Japanese class in high school, who was a straight up genius. Like this dude was SMART. And as I was remembering him I couldn't help but think, "man he's probably all rich and successful now while I'm out here disappointing everyone who ever believed in me. We were tied for top grades in that class but he's probably way past me in life." And against my best judgment I looked him up online. And of all things, he got a bachelor's degree in geography and bird biology. And to my surprise I didn't feel jealous. I chuckled and thought man he must be so happy. I'm proud of him. Then I couldn't help but wonder wait, why though? So far anytime I hear of other people's successes it makes me jealous and then depressed about myself. Then I realized that it was because of WHAT he did. Usually I get upset at the people who do classic moneymaking jobs like nursing or engineering or business crap. But this guy studied birds. He loved birds! I think maybe the reason I usually get so mad is because seeing those people go after lucrative careers makes me feel like there's something wrong with me for not proactively chasing money. While bird boy just made me wonder what kind of stuff he does.

[runawaybouqet]

wdy headcanons LMAO

a lot of these probably go against canon so ghnjhgtbh

TW FOR A FEW : s/h, homophobia, abuse

-Eteled is a tsundere and Austin is something close to a yandere. -Austin has high-functioning autism. -Eteled is dyslexic and has PTSD. -When alive, Henry was 5'7 and Austin was 5'4. Currently, Eteled is 5'5 and Austin is 11'2. -Austin has two brothers and Eteled has a sister. -Eteled and Austin kill anything that comes through the hallway. -Eteled/Henry is demihomosexual and a demiboy (they/he). Austin is trans-masc-nonbinary (they/it/he/xey/beep) and pansexual. -Eteled doesn't try to be violent, it's a coping mechanism to extreme stress and he probably has anger issues. -Henry had severe depression. -If Austin and Eteled took a second to not try and kill each other, they'd probably be helping each other with their mental issues. -Eteled would help Austin adapt to a new life with autism. Austin would work Eteled through his depression. -Eteled has probably tried to delete himself as a means of s/h. -Something in Henry probably didn't even hate Austin, but instead looked up to him with a burning passion but didn't know how to handle his popularity. -(Remorse AU!) Eteled is very defensive about people using Austin's pronouns correctly and would metaphorically kill anyone who referred to xey as only "he/him". -Austin and Eteled can both make their presences known in a room without having to shift from the Wii. -Eteled is stronger than Matt. Austin is stronger than both of them combined. -Kyle developed a crush on Sam at some point between Sam's Story Parts 4 and 6. -Kyle always felt bad about mistreating Eteled and only said he didn't to look cool in front of Sam. -Sam is bigender/pansexual and Kyle is cis/bisexual. -Kyle apologized to Sam after the events of The End. They're probably still friends. -Eteled never forgot about Sam and probably knows when she's thinking about him. -The corruption/electrocution when Henry died took away most of their happiest memories. -Eteled is scared of men who are drastically older than them because of his dad, but doesn't like women because of his mom. His mother wasn't bad, she was just weak and didn't like to do anything about his abuse. -Henry's family is homo/transphobic, especially his dad, that's why he abused them. -Henry came out to his family when they were about 14 years old. -Austin has two dads. -Henry wanted to make Austin submissive and scared before it died, just to make an impact. -MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: Henry's dad probably sexually abused him to scare them out of being gay. -Eteled is always tired bc he doesn't understand the concept of sleep. -Both Eteled and Austin have probably accidentally referred to Sam as their daughter before. It all stemmed when Sam called them both "Dad" and both of them responded. -Sam probably jokes about Austin and Eteled being married because of how much they bicker and argue and act. -Sam takes Austin and Eteled to school on his phone so she can scare off her bullies. -Eteled is good at math and geography, Austin is good at math and science so they're Sam's way out of studying. -When Eteled gave Austin his chest scar, he probably used up all of his energy to exert enough force to just penetrate it.

[raine--whispers]

Story translations:

The first day on the job at the agency after the War on Decay, where many were lost but many things were found, like a new member of the agency, Sigma. He was dedicated, smart, helpful, helpful, considerate, generous, polite, he puts his hair up when he can't see the paperwork and looks extremely attractive, and he said that the tied hair was an inspiration from Kunikida, and it was delicate, sophisticated... at least that was all that Kunikida wrote in his notebook about the member, who had drawn a strange attention from the boy

he never knew how to identify his own emotions, that's why he has a notebook especially for that, but this emotion didn't exist in his notebook... maybe there was one that came close but... Kunikida never expected to feel anything like this for men, only for women ideal that existed in your head

Regardless, he didn't know how to deal with his feelings, so he was more robotic than usual, the difference being that his face took on a red color, almost scarlet.

and to top it off, dazai noticed, and began to conspire with the agency's gossip trolley, Yosano and Rampo, to bring the two together.

Kunukida was going to go crazy soon

.....

Dazai spent a long time in prison on sigma's side, what he didn't know is that he would fall in love with him later and be able to spend quality time with him in a place like this

After all sigma could have his deserved wish come true, that wish would be to enter the ADA.

Everyone was very attentive to the half and half (I'm calling it that to give comic relief) but someone caught his attention, it was a tall blond man who wore glasses that he later discovered was called kunikida

When he had the courage Sigma asked Osamu to talk more about Kunikida leaving him a little confused with curiosity but even so he fulfilled his request

With every word about doppo, sigma's eyes seemed to get brighter, arousing his interest and enthusiasm more and more, so he decided to take the initiative and approach, what could go wrong? I already knew enough to bring up the subject! I just didn't know that I had already conquered a heart

Kunikida and Sigma were talking more and more, sometimes even complaining about Dazai in a mockery of course

As time went by, the blonde began to reciprocate that feeling that he didn't know exactly what it was yet, for never having been in love before but one day while they were arranging the agency because everyone had already left (or at least that's what they thought) Kunikida arrived in Sigma and he declared himself, obviously it wasn't exactly a declaration for not knowing how to talk about these things but it was enough for sigma to understand and so a lasting kiss was stolen by him

Dazai had just entered like this, knocking everything to the ground and paralyzing when he saw

....

Hc kunisig:

Sigma was the cause for Kunikida to discover himself gay and stop trying to convince himself that he only likes an ideal woman

Aya their daughter

⚫ Both are okokokok, but it depends on the moment

• Kunikida plays the violin, and Sigma plays the piano, next to the agency's stairs

• Sigma doesn't sleep, and Kunikida sleeps exactly 8 hours a night, and both end up exhausted

⚫ Both have Burnout and anxiety, but Kunikida also has Toc and Sigma depression.

• Kunikida makes cookies for Sigma

...

Now that Sigma doesn't have a casino, he feels a bit without a function, so Kunikida always tries to give important functions in the agency to Sigma to see the value he has

• Kunikida cut Sigma's hair, since he hasn't cut it since he was born (3 years)

....

Kunikida, at school.

Another afternoon in the school library studying. He wanted to avoid going home as much as possible, so he always found comfort in the knowledge. Geography,

Mathematics, Grammar, Portuguese, all subjects were of interest to him. It didn't matter, he was passionate about it all. In addition to passion, he was very smart, so at the age of 10, he was almost out of high school. He was reading about Lou May Alcott, and his historic achievements, when a group of 5 students in his class, all between 17 and 19 years old, approached the boy.

Two of them grabbed Kunikida by the arms and dragged him to an alley around the corner of the school.

The other two held books, and the last one asked the questions. For every question the young man got wrong, he would be punched.

At the beginning he was doing well, but the slightest detail he missed caused a beating.

He was getting nervous, and he was making more and more mistakes,

getting beaten more and more, and getting more nervous,

a vicious and inexcusable cycle.

That night, his unconscious body was found dumped in that alley by a gang, who immediately kidnapped him.

In the first few moments, nothing happened, he was just taken away, but in the next, they put a black bag over his head, and he was slowly running out of air.

Kunikida doesn't remember anything that happened after that, though he was told that he was out for a week after being raped.

Afterwards, he swore never to make a mistake again, any mistake was a scourge, a crack, a huge problem to be solved, and a possibility of that happening again...

At 18, he became a teacher. At 20, he quit his career and joined the armed detective agency. At 23, the agency met its end, and Kunikida followed.

Things about KuniSig/Kunikida that they already made for me 🧶 (Art by: @4str0nuts)

my first gift from KuniSig, my friend Pudim who made it!

Story Noah made 💖

Story that Yunnie made this time!

OOOHH NOAH'S HEADCANONS!! i love these!!

Audio of Yunnie dubbing KuniSig fanfic for me...

Kunikida angst that Noah made for me too!

DRAWING MY BROTHER MADE!! ONE OF MY FAVORITES!! ❤️

Another drawing, Yunnie did this time!

[vvanini]

whats your favorite obscure hc about each of the losers?

Fucking perfect thank you

1- Mike he reads books or articles like “how to understand woman”, “why women like jerks”, not because he wants to woo woman or is a nice guy or anything but just because he thinks it’s interesting

I don’t think he’d date anyone

Gives great dating advice tho

Reads manga Likes Junji Ito

“The manga/book was better” kind of guy

I don’t know why but I feel like he’d be this ENTP-ish dude who likes to gather information about a lot of useless things and likes to debate He likes film and game theories Watches MatPat for sure

Also he likes The Walking Dead and… zombies in general

Also I’m sorry but he likes Quentin Tarantino and Wes Anderson

He likes grindhouse movies and appreciates the gory details but is chill about it Likes cinematography in general

Watches video essays about movies

2- Richie

Unlike Mike, Richie isn’t chill about gory details and whenever someone gags while watching a movie he goes “You think that’s disgusting??? Lmaoooo that’s nothing.”

He’d be the type of guy who brags about being immune to disturbing shit

Google searches include “top ten disturbing movies of all time” “scariest movies ever” “movies worse than a serbian film”

Still likes pink guy and thinks Joji is a genius

Unironically loves the song “I Love Sex” by Pink Guy and listens to it at least once everyday

Uses Discord a lot

Always starts studying on the last day

I think he’d like history

Not like Mike tho, he just likes textbook history and world wars etc

Plays Hearts of Iron and League of Legends

Also :) he likes to code

he is a Linux >>>>>>>>>> Windows kinda guy

Likes breaking bad

And Rick and Morty

Understands politics really well

His music taste is… anime opening songs

Evangelion especially

Likes science fiction books

Pretends to be a flat-earther/conservative/anti-vax for the meme

3- Ben

LIKES BACKSTREET BOYS

and boy bands in general

he is old school and still carries an mp3 around

Doesn’t use spotify, he illegally downloads songs like a champ :D

Likes story rich games

Especially RPG’s. He really likes Planescape Torment and Baldur’s Gate

Kinda lame about women, like he hears Jordan Peterson say something like “the eternal image of the divine feminine” or some shit like that and he goes “wow poetic. agreed”

Doesn’t read “How to woo women” books like Mike but thinks about it a lot that’s for sure

Likes Audrey Hepburn

And Steinbeck

Saves different versions of the same song to his mp3. “The Less I Know The Better but you’re crying in a bathroom” “The Less I Know The Better Slowed & Reverb Listen With Headphones” “The Less I Know The Better Nightcore”

Shares playlists with Eddie

ALWAYS. ALWAYS waits for the person who’s tying their shoes

He notices if someone is walking behind the group alone and walks back to accompany them

If no one laughs at your joke, he does

Bleached his hair once and regretted it immediately Writes poetry in his free time and makes Stan proofread it

Into psychology

Hands always in pockets

Probably owned lots of lego sets as a kid

People go to him for dating advice because he is seen as this “romantic guy”, I mean he is but he gives terrible dating advice

4-Stan

He likes geography

Literally knows all the flags in the world and all the capitals

Blindfold him and give him a country name, he can show you exactly where it is on the map

Also he plays those google earth games where you get a random location and try to find out which country you’re in/ or try to find the nearest airport

Also I feel like he’d like planes a lot

Idk he just likes things that fly lol. Birds, planes etc.

Likes to read classics

LOVES H. P. Lovecraft

carries little poetry books with him everywhere and reads them he’s so cute

Dark academia is his aesthetic

Can play the piano

Likes to read Ben’s poetry :D

Dark humor

His ringtone is Le Festin :)

Has an instagram account but never posts, just watches people’s stories

Very photogenic tho.

He’s a man of culture. He likes visiting aquariums and museums

Hates zoos tho, thinks it’s evil to cage animals

Also I don’t know how to explain it but… He just likes to decorate his place? Like to the clubhouse he’ll bring stuff he likes and just quietly claims a corner as his own and make it as comfortable as he can

Has...beautiful hands

you know how some people cut the cothing labels because it irritates the back of their neck? Stan does that with everything he buys

5- Eddie

Likes Backstreet Boys because of Ben

Replies to texts immediately. Communication and social interaction gives him serotonin

I have no idea why but I feel like he’d have an obsession with Tekken and his favourite character is Ling Xiayou

Big fan of classic playstation games. Loves Spyro, Crash Bandicoot and Ratchet and Clank

He likes wearing long sleeves under t shirts

Listens to emo music, stares out the window and imagines scenarios matching the song he’s listening to

He considers MCR to be emo btw. Loves G note memes

Likes astrology

Can’t watch horror movies, and gets teased by Richie about it

However he likes media that is presented as funky/funny/happy but is actually depressing/disturbing

He likes courtroom dramas

Wears sunglasses indoors for no reason

Probably likes fallout and metro games

Has a collection of finger skateboards

#weirdcore #oddcore #nostalgia #grunge

buys and wears random college sweatshirts

Hates and loves study groups, hates it in the sense that he can’t focus on anything and just wants to hang out and talk, loves it in the sense that he CAN hang out with his friends and talk

Romanticizes everything

6- Bill

Has lots of taurus energy and is sleepy all the time

Has major Leonardo DiCaprio in The Basketball Diaries vibes

Dresses effortlessly

And likes basketball lol.

He just has… boy energy. If that makes sense. Boy next door

Likes to draw his friends

posts his drawings on Instagram

Has lots of OC’s but doesn’t know they’re called OC’s, just refers to them as “this character I created”

He likes being praised a lot ngl

His taste in memes is very similar to Richie’s

You know how they put a random word on top of a random image and it doesn’t make sense at all. He laughs at things like that. Like Richie sends him something like this:

ME WHEN I WHEN

[image of monkey]

BOTTOM TEXT

and he thinks it’s funny and loses his shit im sorry

Like someone sends a picture of Keanu Reeves to the groupchat and texts “g” and he thinks it’s funny???? He sees a picture of a cow in the backrooms and starts choking

He memorized every line in Boneless Pizza and can quote it wihtout stuttering. Like he would be sitting alone talking to himself saying shit like “ya pizza. Watchu want. 2 liter machine broke we got one liter tho. fuck you mean B.”

Never answers calls? Doesn’t like talking on the phone. He just has “Don’t fucking call me when you can text!!” energy

phone is always on silent mode

doesn’t do anything but attracts people anyway

7- Bev

Likes musicals

Theatre kid

Chews gum a lot

And swallows them :(

Likes cottagecore

Buys notebooks with cute covers but can never fill them so she just gives them to bill who turns them into sketchbooks

I think she’d give advice or reaussure people in a way that sounds kinda rude but isn’t really? Like she tells it like it is. Blunt

Likes Avatar The Last Airbender

Sense of humor is:

[Picutre of the fox from Zootopia]

why is he hot help 😭😭😭

wears baggy clothing + long skirts

[janetbrown711]

My headcanons about Queen Angelina II

Majority of these can be seen in this fic, so if you like the idea go check it out ;)

Also- a handful of these are shared with the lovely @madelynartz, who also has fantastic takes on her, so be sure to check out their post too

If you want me to draw/write any of these specific headcanons/moments, just send an ask and I’ll probably do it

I’ll (likely) be making another, seperate post for William when i feel like it

Update: I have

This is gonna be a long post-

Early Life:

Her parents weren't very loving or caring, only ever wanting her to work on her studies and singing

Her mother was worse than her father, as she was egotistical and always critical of Angelina II and always seemed to find problems with things and people that made her happy

Her mother also always went by her full name (You had to refer to her as Queen Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the First- she wouldn't let people shorten it)

Naturally- Angelina resented her mother and with that, her own name.

She hates it when people say her full name- "Just Angelina is fine"

But if she especially likes you, you can call her Lena ;)

Since the only thing her parents approved of was studying, she devoured the entire castle library as a child, which left her often more informed than her tudors, which left her bored during lessons and she quickly became a "smart-ass" as she liked to talk back and figure out the ways she could get out of lessons

She hated the idea of getting betrothed, and any time a suitor would come over, she'd attack his pride in any form she could think of to get them to hate her, and she was successful

One of the suitors was Prince Salazar

She hated Salazar the most

Despite her attitude being well known across several kingdoms, rumors of her beauty and wonderous singing kept them coming

Her father, King Harold the Eighth, died when she was 10, and she could hardly say she really grieved him, but it made her mother more distant and sometimes outright cruel

She met William when he was 15 in the royal stables when he was training to be a squire

He fell in love instantly, though Angelina wanted to get to know him first

They were the best of friends since they met, though it was obvious Queen Angelina I disapproved

However, after awhile Angelina just stopped caring about what her mother thought entirely and was much better off

She and William loved to garden together, and always planted new flowerbeds in the palace garden every spring

William proposed when he was 22 and she was 21

Obviously she said yes, but they had to keep it hidden from her mother, who would likely take William away

Luckily for them, Angelina I died a month after he proposed, and the two were quickly married.

Yakko:

Yakko was born 10 months after their wedding

Angelina fell in love instantly, declaring him to be the cutest baby she had ever seen

She's terrible with names, and never named her children until after they were born

She hated the idea of giving him a really long and convoluted name, or a name that was in her family (like Harold the 9th)

And so Yakko it was

She didn't expect motherhood to be so exhausting, but hearing Yakko's laugh for the first time made everything worth it to her

Yakko began babbling at a younger age than most, and he babbled constantly, even in his sleep. Angelina loved to just sit and listen to him try to tell stories in nonsense baby language

However, Yakko seemed to have a preference for hearing William give the bedtime stories, as when she tried to read he got fussy

Once he was able to explain he said "daddo does the voices" and that he preferred her lullabies anyway

It hurt at first, but she understood. William was an excellent story teller, though he did have a tendency to ramble at times

Yakko's favorite story was of how they met

She's very protective, and if he was sick or hurt, she'd never leave his side

Her hair used to be very, very long but once Yakko was able to grab things and kept yanking her hair, she chopped it all off and has kept it short ever since

Wakko:

Wakko didn’t cry or breathe when he was born, so for the first moments of his life, Angelina and William feared he was dead

He wasn’t dead though, and they rejoiced greatly, and cried a lot

Angelina refused to let go of him though, and they were only able to get Wakko away from her when she fell asleep from exhaustion

After about a week or so, she relaxed more, but she needless to say her protectiveness went to new heights 

“Lena, Yakko slept in a crib all the time, it’s fine-” “How do you know that?” “Lena, I was there.”

William did always have a way to reassure her though

However, the extra layer of protectiveness was kinda needed for Wakko, as he loved to bite and chew on everything and anything he could get his little hands on (including his own tail)

She eventually gained what William described as a “sixth sense” where she could just tell when Wakko put something he wasn’t supposed to in his mouth.

Wakko didn’t talk much when he was young, especially when compared to Yakko, though his brother seemed to get him to talk even more than his parents could

They didn’t mind though, whatever worked, worked

Wakko loved following Yakko everywhere he went the moment he could crawl. Angelina thought it was adorable.

Wakko had a tendency to hurt himself a lot (whether by tripping, crashing, bitting his tail too hard, etc.) which forced Angelina to learn that he’ll be okay, and not to overreact or panic, as he was most certainly not made of glass

Angelina had a tendency to be a worry-wart

Dot: 

Angelina became pregnant with Dot right before tensions with Ticktockia started to rise, but William was determined not to let that ruin their optimism about having another child that was hopefully a girl

Angelina really wanted a girl bc Yakko and Wakko didn’t like dressing up and she really hoped a girl would, though she knew there wasn’t ever a guarantee, but she hoped

Angelina went into labor in the middle of a meeting with an ambassador from Ticktockia, but forced herself to finish it bc she ain’t a quitter

Despite Dot being her third child, she took the longest to actually deliver (two days), likely due to the exhaustion from countless meetings with Ambassadors and the stress of trying to avoid war bc King Salazar decided past treaties suddenly didn’t mean anything

Angelina had originally been against giving her her name, as she still associated it with her mother, but William said that he only thought of her, and that she was a much better mother and person than Angelina I could’ve ever been, which changed her mind.

However, she had thought of the name Dot before she was born, and liked it to so she and William agreed they’d just call her that for short, and if you asked them “how is Dot short for Princess Angelina blah blah blah the Third, they’d reply “it just is”)

Though she wouldn’t tell Yakko or Wakko, Dot was most certainly the cutest baby of them all

Wakko and Yakko loved to just... stand over Dot’s crib and watch her do things

Wakko also didn’t grasp what a baby was, and would often try to make her do things, and when she wouldn’t he’d get upset and Angelina or William would have to explain why she can’t play with him with the toy soldiers

She’d often just ramble on and on to Dot as she slept while William watched the boys, talking about the new treaties going up, and how worried she was about what Salazar would do if he didn’t agree with the new treaties and deals. It made her feel better. 

To also ease her worries, she taught Yakko how to take care of his sister. How to burp her, how to change her, how to give her a bath, etc. She hated thinking about what could possibly happen, but knowing they’d survive somehow made her feel much better. 

Dot was three months old when the attack happened, and Angelina wished she had had more time with her before dying.

Misc. (bc I refuse to end on a bad/depressing note)

She had family portraits made after each of her kids were born bc she wanted to always remember how cute of babies they were

Her lullabies worked like magic in terms of getting the three of them to sleep

If you asked her, she thinks Yakko has her eyes, Wakko has her nose, and Dot has her eyes and face shape

In the space between her mother dying and their wedding, she met Hello Nurse, who was a childhood friend of William’s, and they hit it off quite well- so much so that Angelina offered her a job in the castle, but she refused, saying she had plans with some doctor in Acme Falls, which Angelina respected. 

She one time tried to practice knitting in hopes of knitting the kiddos a blanket, but she was  t e r r i b l e  at it, and gave up after a week of trying

William and her liked to throw balls at least once a year, and everyone agreed they were the best dancers out there (what they didn’t know was how much practice Angelina had to put in to get a sense of rhythm- she was a terrible dancer, and William’s natural grace when dancing far exceeded her own)

Despite others protesting, Angelina always suspected that the reason tension was growing with Ticktockia was because Salazar was jealous and upset that she married some random knight rather than him (a theory that was proven right to her right before her death)

Her favorite food was bananas

William was a huge cuddler, so they’d cuddle close every night

she personally tutored Yakko on things like history and geography, as she felt those tended to be the most boring classes, and she wanted to have some part in his education, as she hated all of her teachers when she was a kid

She often didn’t know when to shut up, which did end up costing her in the end, but she didn’t regret a single word she said before her death, as Salazar deserved every bit of it. 

[myfavcharacterdidntdrown]

I’m omw to school now, I have 7 hours school today, I hate my life and I didn’t study for my geography test😝 cuz fuck this I don’t even know why I chose Gymnasium level(Latin and Greek included) and Math and French are making me depressed already and idk how I’m surviving Dutch but I have to survive German too next year so yeah😭 at least English is easy����‍♀️ I’m gonna pass the test without studying, I made a bet. Sorry for yapping a bit too much

Why was i ever excited for highscool. What the fuck is this shit

[z-007]

A Journey of Sadism (mental and physical)

I was born in the 21st of April 1992, in Jableh-Latakia. But, since my father was an employee for Total French company in Syria, I grew up in Damascus. At the age of 4, I was diagnosed with Diabetes type 1. It was very hard for me at the beginning when I was a child, and my mother suffered a lot, giving me insulin injections, which I found painful at that time, and analyzing my blood sugar to inspect what did I eat if the result was soaring sky high. I hated her at the beginning, simply because as a child, I didn’t understand the gravity of the situation. At 8 years old I went to a school that is Sunni Islamic Pre-Historic School in Dummar called -Young Scientists- something that I discovered later on to be ironic. In Syria, If you weren’t good at school, you were cursed, you became like a Boxing Heavybag. They also used Falakas, the art of whipping feet. It didn’t stop at that, simply because parents became part of this process too, using any tool at their disposal in beating their child, chair, water hose, hammer, clothes hanger, electric cables, let alone being slapped on the face in a way that I started feeling my bones were shaking, and my eyes will throw fire, or kicked in your head and started bleeding. All of this, was because my marks in Arabic, mathematics, history and geography were not good except in English. It was the best language to understand for me, and the subject in which I saw myself to be a good student. As a consequence of that, I started losing control and cause trouble to my so-called teachers at that time. Luckily in 2001, I found my sanctuary that took to a completely different world. It was the first time I saw James Bond in GoldenEye. I was so thrilled by the action sequence, the theme of betrayal and everything about it was cool. This was a turning point in my life to become a Bond fan. I also learnt how to sing rap songs like Faint for Linkin Park, and Bleed It Out. And all of my father’s friends who were French, British and Americans were impressed. It was something that I remember with a loving memory to those people. Later I watched the rest of the Bond films and the happiest moment in my life was when I found the complete DVD set in Tartus. Simply because no DVD store in Damascus had the complete set except one who was also our neighbor. The curse of buying films in Syria was that they were badly used CDs at the bloody beginning. It was very rare to have a CD converted from an original DVD. This greatest franchise in the whole world has sealed my internal wounds for not being a good student. Ironically, the mental case of mine came back to me when I was at High School, especially it was a time that determined who I am, luckily it passed with no harm to me, because a single mark changed future to some students .I forgot to mention, that the school principle when I was at the ninth grade, didn’t stop calling my parents and telling them not to spend a single penny on me, because he thought I will never be successful. But I brought a mark that was better than his children’s. In 2010, I became a student of English Literature in Damascus University, I remembered that I was not a bad student at that time with an average of 80 percent. But the Syrian Crisis began in 2011, the press was already screaming for blood and the political unrest escalated to the extent that we had to change residence. This was the bane of my existence to open my eyes and find myself in Latakia. I was simply cursed and hostile, because I didn’t speak like Alawaits, their accent felt like starving dogs, in other words, they bark. They are trivial, shallow minded wankers who had nothing inside their heads except clothes, mobile phones and narrating a fairytale about themselves having sex with girls and a horny 40-year-old women they come across and imagining penetrating their vaginas and sucking their nipples. I registered in Tishreen University at third year, I managed to transfer my documents to that platonic place. The professors didn’t like me, simply for participating in their lectures, and the fact that I spoke French, Spanish and a little bit Russian. As a consequence, I kept failing at University over and over. Moreover, I had different ideas, and University Professors are bigots and snobbish. Their opinion was the only one that matters. The impact of the mentioned earlier, had made my pain started with breakdowns, screaming my head off and security gathering around me like” what happened to you?”. Added to that, emotionally speaking, I had a horse sex drive in that Mohammadian society. Girls dressed in a way that said to male students, “come to me.”. The majority of women at that city showed their breasts, waist, legs, and what attracts me most their feet, especially, high heels, that gave them a very elegant look. For my good fortune, all I had in front of me was Pornographic DVDs and websites, so I kept masturbating from 11:30 pm until 10:00 am from night to daylight. Still wondering, how men attracted them, I didn’t have any idea, and the question kept circulating. I also hated the idea of marriage, especially that I always loved to live my life the way I fathomed. I didn’t like the idea of getting buried alive by being a bloody father and spend the rest of my life with only one Angry Factory, aka, one woman. The psychological problem kept increasing and started with depression; taking anti-depressants for a while and go back to my normal life when soothed down. I kept taking them every now and then. Students were not allowed to know about their mistakes at any cost, this was a University rule. Self-doubt has caused me to go to a neurologist who started doing me brain scans, simply, I just wanted to know why am I that stupid, for failing continuously and still I didn’t get an answer. I was always deprived of sleep, studying my arse off and my professors didn’t care seeing their students DIE and SUFFER in front of them. Everybody panicked from me, always avoided seeing me, treated as unusual man. At that time, due to the fact that I kept taking anti-depressants, they became ineffective and stopped giving me relief. Part of what killed me thousands of time when I’m still alive was realizing that I cannot become an MI6 agent at any cost. I simply wanted to do 1 % of what James Bond did, take notice, that I was not pursuing women, I was looking for action and suspense. I wanted to be stationed in the heart of ISIS or Spectre and operate in the shadows to protect Queen and Country. I didn’t like Hasan Nasrullah, Vladimir Putin who looked like a Bond villain or Ayatollah bloody Khomeini, even Ali Bin Abi Talib himself, and that’s why I was also crucified for being a James Bond fan. Family and friends made a laughing stock out of me. I started dinking excessively, and suicidal thoughts kept recurring to me. They didn’t stop driving me to bring a razor and wound myself to death, it wasn’t the MI6 job that destroyed me the most. It was self-doubt. Doubting my brain efficiency and abilities, and especially that I saw students whom I thought less capable to express themselves in English than I am. My family tried to see the professors in Tishreen University-Latakia, unsuccessfully. I simply couldn’t have any idea what is the main reason I kept failing over and over. How could I develop myself without knowing my mistakes?!!, I later told some people that I wanted to be an MI6 operative, I thought that might sooth my tension, however, it got things worse. I started attacking the professors while giving their lectures orally and physically. I also broke the classroom washbasin, and the entire classroom windows, then security staff gathered around me after 3 minutes, they were about to send me to an unknown destiny, later, everything stopped after the head of the English department told them not to take any action. The last problem I did was with World Literature professor, whose name is Noor AL Araby, she was a real bitch, I remembered studying her syllabus for a month, she told us that Virginia is not required for the exam, and she brought it. As a result of that, I wrote her three pornographic stories on the exam paper. Stories people see in Brazzers and Naughty America (Porn films companies). Everybody got pissed off, the story was about to be dragged from my house to a security branch for torture. Luckily, my uncle who was a Colonel in the Republican Guard he had connection to the President of the University, told the professor to drop out the case, but she was persistent to have my balls for Christmas decoration. She spread what I wrote her on the internet and about to send them to newspapers. My parents begged her not to and we had medical reports that proved that I had neurological and mental case. Then I was suspended from the University for years, from 2016, till now. She did all she could to destroy me to the utmost level. I was happy when I realized she got very agitated. Especially, there were students confirming that exam questions were paradoxical to the things she lectures about.

Suspension Time

At the time I was suspended it was a slow killer for me. Literary, I realized that I was the worst student in the history of the planet. I decided to follow Boxing, I remembered that I was fit enough for the game. I found out that I did well at round bouts on the ring. I could do sparring sessions, shadowboxing…etc. I was able to run at least 10kms per day, 300 sit-ups, 80 press ups and 20 pull-ups. I tried to be a champion but every time I kept persevering, in addition to that my left palm was broken and my right eye was wounded. I got cold and sick, and I realized that I had to spend at least 2 months with vaporizers, fertilizers and strong meds. I kept striving in Boxing with no success. I lost confidence in myself and felt humiliated. I said to myself, why didn’t I choose to work for the Syrian Secret Service, I went to the branches, and when they saw that I was discharged from the military because of diabetes type 1, they asked me to get lost. I was surprised when I found out that my dentist was an officer in the Ariel Intelligence in Syria, I told him the story, he said “this is not your fight, you might think that you can do well in the field, but your enemies are smarter than you, they know how they can take you down and destroy you once and for all. Second, we had people who kill targets, who can do silent killings, detonate and sabotage, whether male, or female, but they have nothing to lose, their parents are killed and very poor, working to make money, and you are a discharged, rich bastard and you want to join us. I’m surprised when you told me that. I was a James Bond fan like you, but believe me my friend, that the real intelligence work will never come up to your expectations. Once the film you watch finishes and the novel ends, go back to reality, what you look for does not exist. I realized that I couldn’t become an asset for MI6, or any spy agency in this world, I felt that I was under surveillance by my country. I knew that they could look at my messages, trace my location any time they wanted. That was not the real problem, suicidal thoughts and self-punishment ideas didn’t leave me. So, I talked to my uncle to send me to the Special Forces, or any Military Barracks to become a martyr, to take the bullets to my chest. I remembered when I drank wine bottle on my own, I told my parents that I wanted to wear a C4 charge belt and blow myself up inside ISIS. They were horrified, then I was unconscious and within minutes, I found myself inside the clinic, after I told my problem to the psychiatrist, about MI6 dream and the doubt that I’m under surveillance. He told my mother that I’m a Psychotic. I was injected with needles and medications that made me feel like cutting my head off. He also sent me to Damascus for electro-therapy (to take electricity directly to my brain). I also became a field of therapy by my Doctor, he was testing medications on me like Invega that made me shake while standing up. Hence, he decided to give me Zeldox 60 mg, second generation anti-psychotic. My only comfort was when I slept. Waking up to life while taking those meds was a curse. I lost my sexual drive (libido), I remember feeling dizzy all the time, I remember calling the doctor every time when I tell him about the side-effects concerning dizziness and loss of sexual drive, he kept telling me that what you say is incorrect and that it didn’t have any symptoms. By miracle, my father brought me lower dosage medication, life changed for me. I knew cat-houses in my city, every money woman I went to for an intercourse, they took a lot of money. They were abusing me. The sluts didn’t make me enjoy the intercourse the way I wanted. They were controlling me as well, and this is why I left them. After I told my psychiatrist that I reduced the dosage, he said that my condition will deteriorate. He confirmed to me that Chemistry in my brain was not right, then I told him to screw himself. Reducing the dosage had an effect as well. I remembered at a certain time that painkillers were like a bag of peanuts for me. And when night came I felt incredible fever in my head. I felt like being boiled alive. And I kept seeing nightmare afterwards, voices telling me that I will pay the price of reducing the medication dosage. Complete terror and horror kept chasing me for a very long time. After recovery, I logged into the James Bond groups on Facebook, they made me trivia to answer, did me a test about the James Bond 24 films from Dr.No 1962 to Spectre 2015. After I answered them all correctly, they called me Agent 00Zein. Made me an admin, and I had many friends from all around the world. In the 5th of October the global James Bond day , I celebrated with millions of the franchise fans. My great father, brought me a modern computer and IPhone X to follow up with these groups.

Nowadays, I’m not looking for immigration, nor women or anything else in this world. I have chosen to help my parents when they grow old, and help them. This is the best way I can pay them back. I decided to watch films about espionage world, read books, imagining the events and enjoy it fully and get my arse back to reality.

This is the only way; I cannot be punished.

I can imagine myself a soldier of 30 Assault Unit in Ian Fleming’s room 39 in WW2, or talking with Sir Alex Younger about my mission in VX or Whitehall. If not Sir Alex Younger, it could be Admiral Miles Messervy, Admiral Hargreaves, Madame Olivia Mansfield, or Lieutenant Colonel Gareth Mallory. And realize that” It was a matter of pride that the 00 Section has been chosen for this test. This painful experience kept coming back sometimes, notwithstanding, I have chosen to take with a pinch of salt, lol.

[shu-sakamaki]

Admin's study advices are always so helpful to me but in my case it's little different. I'm homeschooled and i can only focus on studying for 3 hours and it's not enough :/ i want to study for 8 hours each day but after 3 hours i'm losing my will to study so what should i do? Does that means i'm lazy? (Plus since i'm homeschooled i don't have any friends and i'm taking some pills for my depression that makes me really numb and lazy)

((I really can’t help there because the key to any study is to not force it. No matter if you sit for 8 hours pretending you’re studying, you won’t absorb anything, and worse... You’ll feel “stupid” for “studying” and not learning. But in reality... You’re forcing yourself and your mind, and because of that, you won’t learn...

(( As I always say again and again in all my advice about studying. No. You’re not lazy, sometimes it is lack of or energy or excess of energy that fucks it up, keep drinking water to bring oxygen to the brain, have a tidy place, and nothing on your desk to not distract you.

(( But after you’ve had enough studying there is no advice I can give, really... Because in all my advice it is about: “After you feel you can’t do it anymore, don’t force it”

((Most pills do give your brain a strong reaction that can make the tiredness even worse, I’m sorry but... I’ve never been in your place, I was never homeschooled or having to deal with depression + studying for 8 hours all in one. So, it is hard for me to think of something helpful. Just know that... You’re not “lazy”, if you are not used, yet, to study for 8 hours, you won’t do it in 1 day, 1 week or 1 month. You need to get used to it. That is why I tell people to start with 30 minutes - 1 hour of study and the go up from there

((Maybe when you start feeling tired, change the subject. If you’re studying math and feel tired... go to something “easier” that you like, like... Biology, History, Geography... Maybe that will help? I can’t tell for sure though, I’m sorry.

[insertsyscoursehere]

Gonna add more thoughts, sorry if it’s long.

I really do agree on your take with sociological studies being better suited to endogenics. My academic history is with religious studies, which is a really weird sort of mix of literary analysis, human geography, and sociology, so sociological lenses absolutely make more sense.

And yeah that’s the other thing with fakeclaiming—they don’t care and intellectual honesty. Fakeclaimers only desire to silence as many systems as they can because anything outside their rigid worldview is too scary. The truth that’s they either don’t understand or refuse to embrace is that being proven wrong is a wonderful thing. It’s an opportunity to learn and grow and appreciate diversity.

The fakeclaiming really only works when we conflate diagnosis with a final judgement of mental state, when in reality the psychiatry field doesn’t focus on just a single diagnosis, but rather how it manifests.

As a result of newer research, we’re understanding that the brain doesn’t work in binaries generally. We’ve already started motions towards declassifying schizophrenia as a single diagnosis and recontextualizing it into a broader “psychosis spectrum”, which also includes things like psychotic depression.

Dissociative disorders should be headed in a similar direction— dissociative symptoms can be found in several non-CDD disorders, including bipolar depression and Borderline Personality Disorder. But I also think that looking through the differences in symptoms is vital— there’s a difference between dissociation that does and doesn’t result in identity disturbance.

I’ve been fakeclaimed by a psych minor. Granted, his classes were in child and developmental psychology and not AbPsych but it still was awful. Funniest thing? I never claimed to have DID/OSDD. I claimed systemhood because of other disorders that have similar features. And yet it didn’t matter, because why would it?

To the outsider who doesn’t understand, people think we (systems like us) claim systemhood to be quirky or special when there’s nothing special about how our minds adapt to handle turbulence. Our system personally wears it as a badge of honor— we resurfaced as a collective after being forced into dormancy by the same fakeclaimer, who we had FP’ed. So we owe it to ourselves to be honest after trying to be what we aren’t for the comfort of others.

Sorry, back on track.

The fakeclaimers who use 80s papers to justify their asshole behavior are acting the same way that anti-vaxxers act when they bring up that single debunked paper from the 90s— scientific illiteracy is rampant, especially in America. But when we use faulty knowledge to hurt others, it only adds to a stigma that systems— and neurodivergent folks in general— are constantly trying to overcome.

I hope you have a nice day. My weeks been good so far and I wanna send my energy to you now. Cheers!!

—Leveret

i'm starting to think that some of you guys either just don't read medical literature, or don't know how, and just say that you do.

[magical-readathon-diaries]

Djali’s Log 1

So I guess this is the beginning of it? The big adventure I always dreamed of? Braving the Novice Path, heading towards the Academy to meet new people, learn new things, see fantastic places. Wait, should I do an introduction here? Do journals even need introductions? Well, what if one day my journal is saved for posterity for some historical reason? Maybe someone venturing onto the Novice Path in the future could benefit from reading this log and learn how to better navigate it themselves? Yes, yes, then an introduction is in order.

Hello, this is Djali, of the Great Underworld Library of Darkmeadow. I am seventeen years of age, of Iltirian heritage, and tutored in the realms of history, geography, biology, archivism, and certain magics, such as conjuration and illusion. I have spent my entire life beneath Darkmeadow and was raised by the curators of the Library, though my main overseer is, at this moment, Archivist Caddigan. My knowledge of the world and its inhabitants is limited solely to my own personal research, as this log contains my first voyage away from home, so any discrepancies or misunderstandings found within are solely the fault of my own inexperience. That’s a normal thing to put in a journal, right? Okay, focus, time to move forward.

My journey to Orilium was relatively uneventful. Caddigan arranged passage for me on a ship, which carried many other residents of Darkmeadow looking to take on the Path. I was eager to speak with them to learn how they would approach this challenge, knowing that not all who undertake it come out alive. While I did get the usual pleasantries, no one was willing to talk for long. They were still planning, preparing, or fretting for what was ahead of them. Not that I can blame them, of course. With all the stories one hears, it would be foolish not to do everything in one’s power to make sure they were one hundred percent ready. It’s just….I thought things would be different. Less…. solitary. That we would all recognize our common goal and work together, like the stories of heroes long ago. But, those stories are the past, not now, as Caddigan always tries to remind me. Still, why can’t then be now also?

I spent most of the time reacquainting myself with the map of the Path, its general layout, as well as practice some magic that may be of use during the test. I had it all down to the best of my ability, I didn’t think I can take much more of it. My head was so full of what ifs, contingency plans, and just general information it feels like it was going to burst. I think the only time I felt any solace was at night.

Though I was unable to chance a flight that night, I did fly up the mast to sit in the crow’s nest. It was made for crows after all. I haven’t done too much study into nautical topics, so that’s my best assumption. I stared for a while at the stars, still admiring, my mind wanting to focus on a single point, rather than the chaos currently bouncing around my temples. It was a nice moment, one that I will treasure always and take comfort in. Of course, I eventually fell asleep, so the morning after I needed a bit of help getting down since the blasted sun was ruining my eyes again, but we won’t dwell on that.

This was my first time leaving the Library, meaning this was probably the longest time I have been on the surface in a while. I’ve ventured out onto the topside of Darkmeadow a few times, giving Caddigan multiple heart attacks in the process, but those excursions were never that long, not enough for me to get a good sense of the outside. Being on the ship, however, exposed me to what life is like in the open air. Before I left, Caddigan gave me a blindfold, as my eyes are not used to the sun and I really would not like to spend my days in a total blinded stupor. During the day I mostly spent time below deck, just wandering aimlessly. But at night, I emerged to see a sky flooded with stars.

I’ve studied stars in the past, learned their names, positions, and what constellations they create, but actually seeing them was almost indescribable. The light was soft, gentle, unlike the harsh light of day that I unfortunately have to get used to. They were celestial pinpricks in a velvet tarp of night, the world made more beautiful just by their existence. There was no moon unfortunately, but it was still a sky worth looking at. Everything felt so still and quiet, the lap of the waves against the ship making the only noise. A salty breeze tousled my hair and for a moment I was tempted to shift into crow shape just to feel what it would be like to ride it. The captain had expressly told the Iltirian passengers not to do so, something about us “land-dwellers” not knowing how to “bend to these ferocious sea winds,” but I think it may just be his superstition of not wanting too many ‘birds of ill omen” near his ship. Not very logical thinking if you ask me, but we all have our quirks.

It wasn’t too long after that the ship made it to Orilium. Thankfully by that time I could travel fairly well in the day without my blindfold, something I was extremely grateful for as the time to start the Novice Path was drawing near. We disembarked and made our way to the campsite near the entrance to the Path. A good amount of people were already there, setting up tents, getting a lay of the land, writing messages to loved ones should they not make it out. It was honestly depressing to think about, but it was a reality. There was no certainty that we were all going to make it out of here alive. Though we were all looking for adventure, for a chance to prove ourselves worthy, that all came with a price, one that some may have to pay in full.

I don’t think I find myself particularly worried. I think it’s more like I can’t allow for failure, so I can’t even accept the possibility of it. I can’t come to grips with the fact that I may very well die in the near future. Call it the reckless abandon of youth, but It just seems so impossible. That confidence will either be my greatest asset or my ruin. But enough of that! This is supposed to be exciting! That’s what readers like! A dragging down to earth is necessary in certain parts, but only so that we can rise up again!

Clearly the mood was starting to weigh heavily in the air, as an old elf came before us and delivered a well, I think it was intended to be a rousing speech about the merits of having danger in an adventure, which I suppose is true, but doesn’t alone soothe anyone’s worries. The song he performed afterwards did a lot more in stirring up the revelry of the crowd. It’s a song we all know, a song that was practically born in our minds at birth. In that moment, all those feelings of fear, doubt, and anxiety melted away, as we raised our voices as one and came together to celebrate the calm before the storm of our journey.

The night that followed was one I admit that I will be hard pressed to forget. The archivists of the Library are, surprisingly, not the most mirthful of people, so I’ve never actually been to anything resembling a party. It was very..loud to say the least. Lots of drinking, dancing, shenanigans, which I guess is normal? They don’t exactly have any academic material on this subject, though such a text would probably be very helpful to people like me. The utter pandemonium of it all was hard to navigate at first, but I think I managed to fit in rather well. I danced the best I could with some other Iltirians. I’m not much of a dancer, another thing they fail to teach you when you live at the Library, but no one pointed and laughed so I’ll take that as a triumph.

And that has been my journey up until now. Tomorrow I begin my adventure on the Novice Path, along with the others who want to prove their worth to the Academy. It’s hard to believe that the time has finally come, that I’m only one sleep away from the most important day of my life. Here’s hoping that it’s also not the last.

I mingled through the crowd, politely taking a drink now and then. I got a few names, had a couple worthwhile conversations, some a little one-sided, but I don’t think anyone’s eyes completely glazed over as I went on about the magical properties of certain gemstones. I’m not sure if I would call anyone friend just yet, though something in me desperately wants to. There’s still the fear that the people I met tonight may very well be gone tomorrow, but tonight was for enjoying this glorious moment, not dreading the future. So, the night passed thusly, with wine and song and the hope that tomorrow is a guarantee.

When the party died down and people retired to their tents, I rolled out a pack on the ground, completely content to sleep under the sky. The stars were shining bright as ever, the lovely constants of the sky, and now there was a slight sliver of moon to accompany them. Though there was little to see, she sure was beautiful.

I’m sorry, I really can’t end the log like that. So depressing. Uh, what else to end it on?

Well, the moment I wrote that a literal tumbleweed blew past me, perfectly summarizing the emptiness of my mind.

Okay, on that note, this log is complete.

[purple-studying]

2021.10.25

Good morning everyone!

It's 7:41AM

And currently I'm revising physics to rewrite my test which I screwed up last week... I have 15min more so better I go and study

8:00AM

They don't have test for me so they're searching for physics teacher XD

I feel embarrassed and kinda shame I don't even know why but...

Help me...?

8:37AM

Okay I wrote it. It wasn't really hard I feel that I was ready and less stress. So now I'll revise for history (just in case) and... Let's survive another day

Btw my class seems nice when I'm the only one here

11:15AM

I just wrote essay for Polish class. I'm super nervous about it but also hopeful. Hurtful was thing that girl next to me was cheating and... I really want to tell it to teacher but... I don't know if my feelings worth more that what people think about me.

And... I screwed up my math test and since then I fall into kinda depressed mood

And only thing I did was eating beyond my limit (burned happily), study geography for 45min with one of my fav Youtubers

(don't tell him but he's so handsome and sometimes makes me kinda shy when I look at him for too long... Instend of studying... But only sometimes! >.< )

and I just ended Lilly Sabri workout (my booty are official dead ㅋㅋㅋㅋ) and I burned my stress so I'm happy now. I'll take shower bec I 30min I have online meeting about competition i want to join

8:02PM

Meeting time!!

Geez I like them all

I just downloaded whole books about middle-aged.... And I have month and 5 days... It's means that I'll spend few hours of writing, reading and analyzing... Damm I need time. Time. Time. Time. And if I'll be enough and good and my work will go to next stage and I'll reach good place maybe it'll give me place at college.

화이팅! I'll fight, and I'm gonna make it!

[joshslater]

The Reformatory

A rewrite of jd07201990′s swimmer story. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

T -1

Dear diary or however you are supposed to start.

So tomorrow is the big day. Dad and I are sleeping at a Holiday Inn at the other side of the state. Well, I'm obviously not sleeping. How could I? So I thought I should start a journal of some sort to document this experience.

Some background. Two months ago I was in a fight with Mark Samberg on the football team. It had gotten pretty bad between the football schmucks and us swimmers. The jockheads were constantly harassing us, calling us fags and prissy boys. It happened often and was getting boring. As the captain of the swim team I asked Mark to knock it off and get his players in line. Idiot as he is he tried to knock me out instead, and I lost it. In our scramble I managed to knock him down and was about to kick him in the shin when he shifted and instead I connected with his knee. Apparently it fractured. He'll be able to walk and even run, but he'll not be able to play again for years, so he lost his Scholarship.

His family sued everyone they could. Me, the school, the swim coach. In the end all the lawyers sat down in a room with a local judge and came up with something they all could agree to. Mark gets some study assistance to get his grades up, the school had this quickly brushed under the carpet, and could pretend I was never student there. Me not graduating wasn’t really a blow, as my college fund now went to pay for Mark’s education, as compensation. They were rich enough to afford it anyway, but they wanted to see punishment. I get the honor to spend the next 180 days at the Lepinski Adolescence Reformation Center, where I will "participate in all scheduled exercises, activities, therapies, meals and medication programs". They can tack on some extra days for bad behavior without going back to the judge, but essentially I get 6 months at bad boy camp for standing up to bullies.

What will I do there? No idea. The website talks a lot about work ethics and responsibility and working together with the local community. Sounds like labor camp to me. I'll guess we'll know tomorrow. But first we have to visit the hospital for a check up. My first day in prison will mostly not be in prison!

Day 1, Monday

We started with a checkup at the hospital, and man did they do a thorough job. Our appointment was at 10, but before that I had to fill out a form with 100 questions. The doctor spent more than 30 minutes doing the most extensive check I've ever had. Not only that, but after the check we had to go to the sample lab to draw blood, and finally I had a CT scan at noon. After that, and a quick lunch, we drove to the actual reformation center, which was in a smaller town 2 hours away.

It's an old boarding school building that they've turned into this "Reformation Center", and it clearly looks more like a prison than a school. Just a heap of two story brick and concrete buildings out in nowhere. Not much of security, but then everyone was there "voluntarily", meaning that we all had a proper punishment waiting for us if we left. I hugged dad goodbye and was shown to Mr. Kerwin’s office by the entrance guard.

Mr. Kerwin was a lean, ripped man in his forties that oozed military discipline. He explained that he was responsible for my rehabilitation and that he wouldn't start soft. He would give me a packed schedule, and if I didn't pull my weight he would add more days for "noncompliance". If I didn't like it I could run back to judge Stephenson and ask to start over in juvie.

Perhaps that would be better, because the schedule he showed me was totally insane.

4:30-5:00  Breakfast 5:00-8:00  Exercise pass 1 8:00-12:00 Work pass 1 12:00-12:30 Lunch 12:30-14:30 School 14:30-17:30 Work pass 2 17:30-18:00 Dinner 18:00-21:00 Exercise pass 2 21:30       Lights out

He explained that my breakfast, lunch and dinner would be pre-portioned and I was required to eat all of it. The exercise passes would be lead by himself or one of the assistants. Again, I would have to follow every instruction. The work passes were done at local businesses that wanted an extra hand, and changed depending on demand. The school passes were done as a group on whatever subject Mr. Reed selected.

Next he ordered me to get naked and place all my clothes on top of my bag and move to the other side of the room. Having done so he pointed at a stack of clothes on the table and told me to pick my size and get dressed. I quickly dressed in one of the track suits from the table. There was a baseball cap also, which confused me, but was told that it was instead of sunglasses when working outdoor.

With that I was given a rule book to study and was led by an assistant to my room where a dinner was waiting. Turkey, rice, water. I was reminded of lights out at 21:30 and wake up at 4:30. The assistant left and locked the door. 10 minutes later he came back with my journal book and pen, and told me that they'll keep the rest for now.

Having eaten the dinner and having three hours (I'm almost sure 21:30 is 9:30 PM) to kill before the lights go out I'm now summarizing the day. I'm sitting in something very similar to a prison cell. Bed, toilet, sink. Everything is clean, though somewhat worn. Looking into the mirror is kind of depressing though. I look like some jailed gang member.

It's kind of weird that I haven't met any of the other inmates, sorry students, here. I saw some of them while coming in, but perhaps this is their kind of hazing, or they do an official presentation tomorrow. Anyway, I should study the rule book and go to bed, since I didn't sleep much last night.

Day 2, Tuesday

So much to write about, so little time. I might have to split this into several entries since lights out is in 20 minutes.

I was awaken at 4:30 and given a tray with a large bowl of porridge and berries and some chalky smoothie or shake or whatever to drink. After that an assistant lead me to the gym room where we went over various machines, mainly for cardio. Elliptical, bike, treadmill. Weird thing was that it was only us two in the room during all three hours.

Sweaty and a bit tired I was then taken outside to a bus where some of the other boys where chilling. Apparently everyone else had breakfast between 7 and 8. They had no idea why I didn't join them there. The bus then drove around town and the driver announced who should exit where. My group of four people exited at a farm before town, only about 5 minutes away. I don't know exactly since I haven't been given my watch back.

There we spent hours just moving hay. Don't they know about tractors? Sweaty, itchy, tired and hungry we were then picked up and driven back. At lunch was the first time I saw the real common area. To my surprise there were more boys there than had been on the bus.

Everyone else could pick what they wanted from what was served, but I was given a ready tray with an heap of salmon and pasta. I was starving though, so it wasn't a problem to eat it all. I didn't have much time to talk, but the guys at my table were nice. Somewhat rough, as could be expected. Apparently you were chosen for the different work assignments, and if you were not picked you stayed at the center for sports or craft or similar things.

After Lunch followed a session with Mr. Reed. The first boring hour was on English grammar and the second boring hour on US geography. I aced the quizz getting all 50 states and state capitols right, so I didn't learn anything new after that. Then Mr. Reed announced who had work assignments, and I was again selected.

This time I and Troy were dropped off at a different farm where we spent almost three hours helping with fencing. Mainly carry posts and sawing them to length.

For dinner I had some meatballs with roasted sweet potatoes while everyone else had meatballs with tomato sauce. Mr. Kerwin picked me up and led me to the gym. Unlike the morning session this was all about weight training. Most of it was on finding my limits for different exercises while Mr. Kerwin pointed out how I could improve my form. You could tell that this was what he liked to do, and encouraged me to push a bit further. Once we were done I had a bottle of post workout mix of some sort and a very quick shower before rushing back to my room.

Here's the thing. My room is on a different floor than the other guys. Also, my schedule appears to be different and much more rigid than the rest of the guys. I also

Day 3, Wednesday

I couldn't finish the last entry before they cut the light. My entire body is in pain right now. I woke up like that, and it didn't go away all day. Same schedule as yesterday, but different tasks and different dishes. The assistant really pushed today during the morning session, so I was exhausted already at the bus. Planting bushes at the city park all morning didn't help. I got some rest during Reeds rehash of elementary math. Then back to doing fences, and top it all off with weight training. I asked Mr. Kerwin about the schedule and why it was so different from everyone else’s. He said that everyone's schedule is individual and that he'll adjust mine as needed.

One more weird thing before I fall to sleep. Everyone else is using their normal clothes. I haven't gotten mine back yet.

Day 4, Thursday

FUCK! I was back on moving hay today again, with Sam, Trevor and Rick. I'm still hurting like hell and Rick is one lazy motherfucker, so old fart Farmer Joe decided to complain. The end result is that I am getting 2 days added for noncompliance. Sam, Trevor and Rick got nothing. WTF!

Day 5, Friday

We were carrying merchandise all morning and Troy heckled me on how I got more days because of the piece of shit Rick. But he then said that it was a weird coincidence that every work shift I've been on has been the toughest one.

Instead of going to class I met with the doctor from the hospital who made a visit. He asked me about how I felt, where I was sore etc. Then he gave me an injection which he said would ease things for me. I didn't feel much different, but I was getting really sleepy getting back to Mr. Reeds class, but it might just be that everything he did was too simple and boring.

Apparently while I had a check up Troy had shared his theory about me being a work magnet, so there were some groans from the guys placed in my group. God damn fence work again.

Man, I'm tired. I was tired even before Mr. Kerwin gave me the toughest weight pass ever. Fuck, I'm tired.

Day 6, Saturday

So the weekend schedule is different. There is still a morning work pass, basically only used by the local farmers. But the afternoon is free both on Saturdays and Sundays. Conditions and terms applies, apparently. Since I haven't done any cleaning or dishes all week (how could I?), I'm assigned washing clothes, sheets etc. Man, how much better it is to carry laundry than hay. Best job assignment all week. Lots of downtime. Only real drawback is all the humidity. It’s steamy AF here.

Still fucking 3h workout pass in the morning and evening. The other boys were pretty vocal in mocking me on my way to the gym.

Day 7, Sunday

So the day started out as any other so far. Woke up sore. Breakfast alone and 3 hour gym session. There are no work passes outside LARC on Sundays, so I was hit with cleaning, together with Kyle G. and Rick. Rick ghosted after like three minutes, but KG did a solid work. It took us all the time til lunch though to finish it.

Then my first free couple of hours all week. It’s insane. The other guys were low key avoiding me, so I did what Mr. Kerwin had suggested and had a walk in the forest. It was actually kind of nice, and for some weird reason I didn’t feel like sitting still.

Day 8, Monday

Same shit again. Mr. Kerwin gave me a shot in the arm this evening. Apparently I’ll have one each Monday from now on. Whatever.

Also I found out today that the others don’t have formal lights out. I’m on my own floor so they can lock me up and cut the power. What the fuck?

Day 9, Tuesday

That fucker Rick slacked off again, taunting me about another two days. Ha! I got 10. Mostly for kicking him in the teeth. They locked me in my room, so I had lunch there and sat in this boring ass cell during class and work. Fuck, I don’t know what’s worse. I had to do some body weight exercises to keep sane. Fuck this shit.

Back again. I still got to have my evening workout. Kerwin was pushing harder than ever. The order of exercises was different too. Apparently to make the major muscles tired so smaller muscle groups then get to work. Or something. I don’t give a shit.

Day 11, Thursday

They fucking work now, don’t they the little shits. They know I ruined someones career to get here and another one for slacking off. They better pull there weight

Day 14, Sunday

I think I’ll stick to just write on Sundays. There is only half an hour from evening gym to lights out, so there isn’t much time for writing. I’ve even skipped shower a few times. It’s not like it matters when you start every fucking day getting soaked with cardio. Not like there are any girls around to impress either. Sunday has a different vibe tho. Cleaning, running in the forest and taking a long shower.

Starts and ends with fucking gym time though.

Day 21, Sunday

I really fucking like the forest runs. Its like you don’t have to think and can just run wherever and grab whatever and smash whatever. Fucking love it

Day 28, Sunday

Yay! A full fucking month!

It’s crazy though how much stronger I’m. I have gone up one size larger track suite and 2 sizes larger sneakers. Working hard to make me the best I guess.

Day 42, Sunday

guess i forgot about writing last week. i think the monday shots make me angry or something because last week fucked up someone else on tuesday. at least they all give me fucking respect at least.

Day 92, Monday

i dont give a shit abot reeds borin ass lessons and they fuckin repeat on a loop or some shit. today he was back on gramr and the states. i most time dont fill out his shit but wanted to do it again today. fucking aced most of the states. not so good on the capitols tho

Day 203, Sunday

only 2 weeks left tomorrow lol then im gonna yeet the fuck outta here !!!! adios motherfuckas

Mr. Kerwin enters the room, carrying a folder, and walks behind his desk, not even looking at me. I am sitting in his precious fucking antique chair I pulled from the corner. He’s sitting his ass down, rifles through the papers in the folder and starts to read from one of them.

“John Hamlin agrees to 180 days of rehabilitation training at the Lepinski Adolescence Reformation Center, where he will participate in all scheduled exercises, activities, therapies, meals and medication programs, with a possible extension of 30 days for noncompliance and a possible extension of 60 days for infractions as described by the Juvenile Rehabilitation Act (JuRA), section 1103 (b).”

He looks up at me. It sounded like easy shit when I said yes to it. I thought half a year in a bad boy summer camp, or worst case something like prison, but that would have been miles better than this fucking non-stop hard labor shit. And 180 days was a fucking joke. They never fucking intended that to be the actual time. Have someone else slack off and the slap another 2 days to the time. Kick a chair to pieces, 5 days. Punch a guy for being a cunt, 10 days. I’m close to having another fucking outburst again. It must be all that fucking shit they put in the food or shakes or whatever. I fight it. I don’t want to show any emotion in front of him. I don’t think he buys my shit.

“There is another document in the agreement that you haven’t heard. This one between Mark and judge Andrews.”

He pulls out another paper from the folder and read it.

“The state hereby directs Mark Samberg, or person(s) by him so designated, to design and oversee the rehabilitation program of John Hamlin to be administrated at the Lepinski Adolescence Reformation Center. This includes physical exercises, physical therapy, education, consoling, dietary plan and medication, as long as it fulfills the positive development criteria (Appendix D), is within the available services at the Lepinski Adolescence Reformation Center (Appendix A) and within the given budget (Appendix C). Additional services require external financing and approval from the Reformation Center management (Appendix B).”

That doesn’t make any fucking sense. Why the hell had the judge put Mark in charge of my schedule? I understand why he’d want to make the experience suck as much as fucking possible for me, by why had everyone agreed to it? Kerwin looks at me as if he can read an open book.

“You are wondering what has happened to you. What was the meaning of all this? Stand up.”

I jump to my feet. There are still weeks he can add to my time here, and I don’t want to give him any fucking reason to add some shit.

“Stand with your feet as close together as you can.”

He’s never asked me to do that before. I can easily tap me feet together, but I can’t really stand still with my feet right next to each other for long. What the fuck is this bullshit? My thighs are too massive for that.

“Sit down again.”

He leans back and watches me with a bemused smirk.

“Imagine that you’d been away from swimming half a year. Even if you kept in shape it would take you months to be back in good enough technique to clear the swim team tryouts. But you have not kept in shape, have you? You have a completely new shape.”

The blood is draining from my face. I understand where this is going.

“With your upper body build you can physically really only do butterfly strokes properly, but if you can’t bring your feet together the leg kick will just be a wild thrashing of water. You swimming medley would be a hilarious joke. We haven’t even talked about you almost doubling in weight, and how much more oxygen you would need to swim. Sure, you are much stronger now, but old you would swim circles around new you. And that is of course the point. If Mark couldn’t have his sports career, he didn’t want you to have yours either. And the judge agreed.”

I’m surprised that the chair doesn’t break, as hard as I’m squeezing it. I’m boiling with fucking rage. I have to really focus to not to act on it.

“Now the judge specifically set out that this transformation couldn’t be punishment in itself, but rather that you were trained in a way that just wasn’t optimal for swimming. We may have gone a bit overboard with the body building to leave you many options though. You’ll obviously never be competitive in anything with speed or agility, like football or boxing. The metabolic conditioning, hormone treatment and gene therapy have far to long lasting effects to change you back from where you are now. You could try wrestling or weight lifting though, unless you mind showing your erection through spandex.”

“What the fuck?”, I said, as much as a general question to all the things he’d said. What does metabolic conditioning mean? Gene therapy? Erections?

“The medical regimen that Marks family found for you kind of put the feet on both the gas and the break at the same time. It forces the body to grow a lot at the same time as we try to stop it, so it has to try even harder. By injecting stem cells with the right CRISPR-modified DNA we could get rapid, major and long lasting changes. Well, I say we, but all I did was to make sure you kept to the exercise regimen, for a little cash on the side… Surely you didn’t think you got larger feet and dick from eating much and working hard?”

I don’t understand exactly what they done to me, but the result is pretty fucking clear. There was no way I would swim competitively ever again, if I could even fucking swim at all now. I would come out of here looking like a fucking balloon animal muscle jock, and shedding the muscles back to where I were would take shitloads of years.

“The hormone treatment finished two weeks ago and last blood sample shows that your natural hormone levels will keep you muscled and pumped probably well into your forties. So this morning I also cut you off from all suppressive medication as well. That is going to spike your hormone levels and mess quite a bit with you, so we need to see just how badly fucked up you are before we can release you.”

“The good doctor say that you’ll be more irritable and have more excess energy than before. Both something you can work on with regular, hard exercise. But I want to see where you really are at now, so starting today you’ll have no required gym time and labor passes. You can wake up when you want, eat what you want and do what you want.”

“You said erections?”, I asked.

“Yeah, the suppression medication should have kept you limp. You haven’t jacked off while here, have you? Well, you heard what I said about gas and break and compensation. Your body has been pumping massive amounts of hormones into your blood, and will continue to do so. But now that you don’t have the suppressives anymore you should expect to be horny for the next decade or two. You’ll be nothing but a lumbering muscle dildo.”

There’s a crack somewhere inside the wood of the armrest. Fucking fourteen more days, I have to remind myself. Don’t fuck any shit up before then. If I let go of the chair I’m quite positive I will knock him the fuck out. Fourteen fucking more shit days.

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What brought Suleyman I to Hungary in 1566? How did he die? What caused his death and how they preserved his body?

This post is a translation of this article: https://24.hu/tudomany/2020/09/12/szulejman-hurrem-turbe-szigetvar/?fbclid=IwAR2uhezx-9l3UutOZEW5j7VCTjYpNgcagNjx0W7xtJ3bzDCdetfvFScTDqI

The joint project of the University of Pécs (PTE) and ELKH BTK ends in Szigetvár with a Saturday presentation of two summary study volumes and the film Life in the Shadow of the Turb. The main result of the eight-year, multidisciplinary work carried out in wide-ranging domestic and international cooperation was the discovery in December 2015 of Sultan Suleiman's tomb in Szigetvár, ie the tomb (türbe) erected above the place of his death. Suleiman I (the Great) is one of the greatest figures in universal history, known worldwide, and of the 36 Ottoman sultans, he is surrounded by the greatest reverence in modern-day Turkey.

The announcement was a world sensation, and by no means only in professional circles: the international “lay” press also wrote for weeks about Szigetvár and the discovery of the research group.

Although this was the main goal of the “Suleiman Research Group,” looking back from today, it still seems to be just the initial, first step. Over the course of eight years, almost the entire complex, which included the türbe and was surrounded by a complex, was reconstructed, the settlement organized around it - unique in the area of Turkish occupation - was discovered and, they outlined the destruction of Turbék (hungarian town), the death of Suleiman, the fate of his corpse.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjewdiFTdXk

Needless to say, the results have been the subject of numerous books and scientific publications, and about four-fifths of the area is yet to be explored. The continuation is almost certain, and we asked Dr. Norbert Pap, Professor of Historical Geography of the University of Pécs, the head of the research to look back for more interesting details.

Building complex above the tomb

The challenge in 2012 began with finding exactly where the türbe was set up at the site of Suleiman’s death stood. And this could decide a more than 100-year-old debate. The most serious theory put the türbe in place of the Church of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary in Turbék or Turbékpuszta, as proclaimed by a sign on the wall of the church, while another in the area of today's Hungarian-Turkish Friendship Park. After archival research and the search of the area with modern geophysical tools, the remains of the buildings facing Mecca were finally located underground on the outskirts of Szigetvár, deviating to the right from road 67, near the dirt road to Turbék and Zsibót.

"Through targeted research, we first excavated the turbe itself, then the mosque, found the dervish lodge, the barracks, and the northern plank wall. The excavations took place on an area of about half a hectare" - Norbert Pap tells 24.hu.

The site of the türbe lies in a hill where the Sultan's military camp stood during the siege of the castle in 1566. In the center of the camp was Suleiman's tent, or rather a tent palace - more than 1,500 square meters - where he was temporarily buried after his death, then the türbe erected above from here surrounded by the other elements of the complex in a rectangular fortress wall.

The türbe became ready by 1576-77, but it was later built more (more parts of the complex) and beautified. It became an important and busy place of pilgrimage. For example Kara Mustafa also went there to draw strength at the head of his 4,000 horsemen before he embarked on the siege of Vienna in 1683.

The holiest place

In this capacity, the complex was really attractive to Muslim craftsmen, tradesmen, hopers for a better life. This is how from the travellers from Balkan, from the families of soldiers, the city of Turbek developed. Later, a Christian population also arrived - Croatian Catholics - but they settled separately, on the outskirts of the city, the civil settlements could only be identified in 2019. Further research will still have plenty to do: mosques, cemeteries, warehouses, Christian houses of worship, and the ruins of many residential houses may still be hidden by the earth.

Moreover, based on direct and indirect evidence, the professor believes there may be one more, but there may even be two türbes in the area, namely the mausoleums of Muslim martyrs. Sources suggest that the graves of Sheikh Kasim, a “holy life” who died during the siege of Szigetvár in 1566, and the first chief of order of the Turbék dervishes, Sheikh Ali Dede Bosznavi, who also died in 1598 during a campaign.

It is also worth mentioning here that although the body of the great sultan was laid to rest in Istanbul in 1566 according to its order and manner, his “empty” monument in Szigetvár, where he rested for only 42 days, was still revered in the Muslim world. The reason for this is that here, in this place, he suffered martyrdom, Suleiman became a sheikh, that is, a martyr of the faith.

Source of the picture: original article. Work of Nirbert Pap and Máté Kitancs

A thorough exploration of the city can hide unparalleled information for several disciplines. In the words of Norbert Pap, it is an “unparalleled, unique laboratory”, for it is the only known urban settlement of occupation that the Ottomans did not occupy and simply moved in there, but created themselves according to their own tastes and needs. Environmental history research has also been carried out so far, which already outlines the flora of the area reflecting the eastern influences, and we get a picture of the fauna that prevailed 450 years ago, which refers to the characteristics of a cooler climatic period.

The depressed Sultan

Let's continue with Suleiman the Great himself. The oft-repeated question about him is: at the age of 72, tormented by several diseases, why did he personally lead the army? Both external and internal factors contributed to this, and it must also be borne in mind that, although he was anxious, he was not at all as weak and fallen as posterity holds him in the last months of his life. It is true that he often carried himself on a chariot, but he did part of the journey on horseback, which suggests that he could not have had such a bad physique at the beginning of the campaign.

After the death of Hürrem, Suleiman became depressed, plus his family life was not in the slightest order: one of his sons was even executed, the other, the heir to the throne, was deeper and deeper in alcoholism. So with the years Suleyman turned more and more towards spirituality, the expert explains. He adds that the spiritual leader of the sultan, Sheikh Núreddínzáde Muszliheddín, had a great influence on him, he also played a role in convincing the ruler to personally lead a campaign against the unbelievers. He may have tried to get rid of gloom as well, but he was mostly trying to ease the growing internal tensions of the empire.

Constant conquest was a fundamental expectation from Suleiman, who connected vast territories to his empire and led 13 triumphant campaigns during his reign. By 1566, he had been on his throne for 46 years now — more than the average length of human life at the time — and the last years had been spent in peace, so the subjects grumbled. There were worrying news from the outside as well. In the eastern half of the Carpathian Basin, the Habsburg military invasions of the territories ruled by the Transylvanian prince John Sigismund threatened to lose the vassal principality. In the west, the raiding troops of Miklós Zrínyi wandered from Szigetvár to the Sava, endangering the safety of the Danube military road. Together, these projected the loss of the Hungarian conquests.

Thus, in a situation of domestic and foreign policy, military and spiritual crisis, the ruler had to prove that he still had to demonstrate a vigorous, powerful leader.

The campaign of 1566 was successful in terms of its goals, two of the three most important Hungarian border castles, Gyula and Szigetvár (Eger was the third), were awarded the werewolf flag, the vassal status of Transylvania was secured and the conquest was consolidated. However, Suleiman no longer returned home, he died in the last hours of the siege, at dawn from 6 to 7 September, around one or two o'clock in the morning.

He loved unhealthy food and had liver disease

It was disputed what diseases and organ problems led to his death in addition to his age, and this could not be solved completely. According to Professor Pap, several factors may have contributed, in addition to physical exhaustion, we know that he had severe gout, had problems with his liver, and could not benefit from his “greed”: He also consumed an astonishing amount of sweets from Ragusa during the campaign. In addition, disentery raged in the camp, which may have reached the Sultan also.

However, progress has been made during the research in what happened to his body after his death. For several reasons, it was very important that its deterioration and decomposition be postponed as long as possible, but at the same time classical mummification is forbidden by Islam. Since it is not known from any other sultan that his corpse should have been preserved, it has not been clear for some time what practice the Ottomans followed.

In the case of four sultans, who were left buried for a relatively long time, the researchers looked at how they treated their bodies and drew conclusions from them. There are several ideas about “treating” Suleiman’s body: for example, that they were wrapped in cloth, which was then smeared with honey and tar, sprinkled with strong perfumes to cover up the deterioration, but these ideas were shattered by the analysis of the book now published: that couldn’t be enough.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXKbSDtHY5k

They had to keep his body in good condition

Based on an examination of the soil and climatic conditions, the possibility of temporarily preserving it with ice, which had worked for a short time for two other sultans, could not be attempted. In the soil under the sultan's tent, at a depth of two meters, the temperature was 12-14 degrees. In the case of a corpse buried for 42 days, any ice (if any) placed with it meant nothing because it would have melted very quickly. However, it was not normally possible to transport unobtrusively - without preservative treatment - and this was key. On October 24, that is, well over six weeks after his death, he was shown in front of Selim II, Suleiman's soldiers, his successor, and the leaders of the army in Belgrade.

“It was like a play, but a very essential act: Selim was surrounded here, taking over the ruling power from his dead father, before the‘ eyewitnesses ’of the masses. We believe that Suleiman's face must have been recognizable, and perhaps even dignified. Later, in Istanbul, 83 days after his death, after a transport of 1,270 kilometers, he was made public again before the final burial, ” - explains Norbert Pap.

The expectations for the condition of the corpse were obviously similar: the sight had to be bearable.

A forensic expert was involved in the research to clarify: could the use of available tar, honey, or other materials mentioned in the sources have been sufficient for preservation? The expert found that if they had not been treated with the right method and expertise and the internal organs had not been removed, the corpse would have arrived in Belgrade in a horrorist state, unrecognizable, practically liquefied.

The body was preserved by the Egyptian method

What could have happened? There are several indications that they used a method has been used in Egypt since ancient times. In doing so, the internal organs of the deceased are removed, and bags filled with salt are put in their place: in this case, it is typical to leave it for 40 days, the salt absorbs most of the moisture, significantly slowing down the deterioration and further decomposition. At a later stage, the body is filled with dry sawdust and sewn together.

We know from written sources that Suleiman was “prepared” in an unspecified way at the dawn of the seventh of September, then placed in a coffin and buried in a pit dug in the tent palace. Forty-two days later, he was picked up from there, “treated” again, and sent on his way to Belgrade. The remaining documents silently listen to the exact content of interventions that are not accepted in the Islamic world, but dictated by real political necessity. At the same time, the method used in the wake of political crisis management is very similar to the above method used in the Eastern world for millennia. It is not an incidental circumstance to know that Suleiman's body was treated by an accompanying doctor, a member of the old Egyptian medical dynasty, Ibn-i-Kajuni - so he had the necessary expertise.

Based on this, it can be assumed that the legend spoken in the broadest terms that the internal organs of the sultan were buried locally has a basis in reality. During the excavation, experts took a plentiful sample of land from the cavity dug into the temporary tomb and its surroundings, which is located right in the middle of the dungeon, two meters deep and two meters long - the chest had just fit. If human DNA is found in the samples, research could gain new momentum.