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tora-the-cat · 2 years

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Okay so listen. Obito did see himself in Yahiko that’s why he had to make the guy kill himself. he did see himself in Itachi, that’s why Itachi had to kill do massacre. the point is that he needed to prove, over and over and over again (to himself), that EVERYONE was bound to end up like him. That his descent into entropy and apathy and insanity isn't his fault, or even Madara's, or even anyone's. He needed to demonstrate that the futility of life to everyone, even- ESPECIALLY- if he saw his younger stupider naiver self in them. that’s why Naruto being. Naruto. is SOO incomprehensible and paradigm shifting to his disassociated ass.

Like he saw Yahiko talking about peace, rolled his eyes like the 17 y/o he was, and went "Tall words for someone that would kill themself to save someone you love. dumbass. cant make a single sacrifice lol wheres your peace now? stupid." And then a few years later he saw Itachi claiming to be a pacifist and nodded condescendingly and went "yeah sure. anyway I’m gonna kill your teammates, help you do a genocide, and then let you join my emo band =) oh wow whats that? you know you’re like the only person strong enough to stop me but are actively planning your death via fratricide cause you can't live with yourself anymore??? lmao pathetic. Just as i thot loserlord'. And then he sees Naruto. promising he wont let his comrades die. and he rolls his shoulders and crack his knuckles like "Oh ok sure i know how this goes. Easy peasy =)" and kills off dozens of Naruto's comrades and mocks him for not being able to save them and dares him- as he had EVERYONE else in his hopeless position- to look him in the eyes and say with his whole chest that this wretched world is worth living in. Fully expects Naruto to crumple, like EVERYONE ELSE Obito has EVER talked to.

And instead Naruto stands back up and rallies his remaining allies and keeps loving and caring and claws his way up to Obito. and he says "uuhhh actually you're a bad person bestie. And this is all real. And your fault. And you know that. And YOU'RE The REAL loserlord get rekt" like it’s one hit after another from this blonde brat and Obito's standing there like *white guy blinking* *girl doing math* like this has been his go to strategy for years. foolproof. It worked on everyone from Nagato decades ago to Kakashi literally five minutes ago. And instead naruto spits in his eye and tells him to maybe chill. what else could he possibly do but listen at that point.

Like Naruto being the kid of his past Sensei and also Kakashi's student (where Kakashi had trained his students on bby Obito's stupid naive ethos, no less?)? The fact that he wasn't wearing his mask- any mask anymore, people were saying his name (that IS his name, right? he's like. 97% sure), MADARA is back in all of his insanely-triggering glory, the pressure has NEVER been higher as he enters the final stretch of his plan and all of his defense mechanisms are crumbling around him and- and honestly, I feel like it's fair to say that Naruto spitting in the face of The Abuse Tactic That Has Worked On Literally Everyone Else (Including Himself AND MADARA) and saying that he- Obito Uchiha, real person who's actions have consequences- needs to cut his shit out was like. Absolutely a catastrophic blow to his mental house of cards and essential to him crumbling in a way that didn't leave him a screaming-crying-writhing-having-a-panic-attack mass on the floor of the battlefield, but as far as just breaking him full-bar like. it was the straw that broke the camels back. if that makes sense. Like only Naruto could shatter his delusion in a way that ended up being good and working well. But at that point like he was already hallucinating Rin his psyche was not long for this world sduhfsi

#uchiha obito #obito uchiha #naruto #naruto meta #naruto uzumaki #uzumaki naruto #team crackhead #team 7 #god I feel so up my own *ss tagging this as 'meta' but like. it's very long i deserve it #brought to you by my tags on another post #by @obihoe who u should 1000% check out rdhrdf

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liquidstar · 2 years

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Woo!!! After forever I finally finished drawing this batch of ocs!!! I’m so excited to finally post them, it’s taken some real restraint to wait until they’re all done so I can post them as a set lol. Click on the pics for a better view!

But these are all the members of Pandemonium, aka The Grimdark Guild. A rival guild to the main cast, they’re literally all about the chaos, with more edgy darkly-inclined look to them they’ve sort of gained a reputation as being the gothic guild, but that might not hold equally true for all members. Still they all welcome the strange and macabre, and about expressing yourself in any way you see fit. Do whatever the fuck you want! It’s chaos! It’s Pandemonium baby!

I’ll put info for each character under the cut, but as bullet points rather than a whole paragraph, since there’s 10 of them! I’ll put close-ups for each of them too because they’re hard to see

Name: Saturn

Name Origin: The planet of course! Which got it’s name from the Roman God of generation, dissolution, and wealth.

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 36

Guild rank: Guildmaster

Weapon: Rings

Ethos (Power): Spatial direction. Control over the direction of objects with his rings.

Flaw power is based on: The meticulous controlling nature of his power is based on his own scheming nature.

Notes: His tactic for building up his guild is to cause absolute chaos everywhere else and so far it’s working.

Name: Porrima

Name Origin: A binary star system named for a Roman Goddess of prophesy

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 19

Guild rank: 4 star

Weapon: Gurz

Ethos (Power): Fortuity. Fortune telling, but her prophesies are often vague

Flaw power is based on: Her pessimistic and gloomy nature, she often interprets the fortunes in the worst way.

Notes: If you can make her smile she’ll be your best friend.

Name: Kari

Name Origin: A moon named for a figure from Norse mythology which represented wind (Which she runs like!)

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 17

Guild rank: 2 star

Weapon: Roller blades

Ethos (Power): Alacrity. Enhanced speed and agility on her roller skates

Flaw power is based on: Her incredibly hyper demeanor.

Notes: “But Finn those aren’t roller blades, they’re roller skates! Roller blades are-” She has knives in her shoes. They’re literally Roller blades.

Name: Vanth

Name Origin: A moon named after a psychopomp who guides the souls of the dead to the underworld.

Pronouns: They/them

Age: 25

Guild rank: 5 star

Weapon: Twin scythes

Ethos (Power): Decay. The ability to cause things to rot away by touch

Flaw power is based on: Their ironic fear of impermanence

Notes: Listens to death metal lol. get it.

Name: Lyra

Name Origin: From the constellation Lyra the lyre.

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 26

Guild rank: 4 star

Weapon: Lyre

Ethos (Power): Lullaby. She can influence people’s moods and abilities through her music.

Flaw power is based on: Her soft overly-empathetic nature.

Notes: The heart of the guild, keeps everything together amidst the chaos.

Name: Valetudo

Name Origin: A moon named after the Latin word for fortitude.

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 28

Guild rank: 4 star

Weapon: Guandao

Ethos (Power): Immutable will. She can lock objects in-place, including herself, basically becoming an immovable object

Flaw power is based on: Her stubbornness

Notes: The holder of everyone’s braincells

Name: Hebe

Name Origin: An asteroid named after a Goddess of youth

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 13

Guild rank: 1 star

Weapon: Bladed yo-yo

Ethos (Power): Spacelink. Portal creation, only works in places he’s already been.

Flaw power is based on: His thirst for adventure and reckless youthful vigor

Notes: He’s literally just a kid he just wants to have fun

Name: Cerberus

Name Origin: An obsolete constellation named after the mythical 3-headed dog

Pronouns: He/they

Age: 23

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Dadao sword

Ethos (Power): Trifold. He can make two clones of himself.

Flaw power is based on: Their instance to handle any and all burdens themself.

Notes: Dogboy (professionally diagnosed)

Name: Corvus

Name Origin: From the constellation of Corvus the Crow

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 28

Guild rank: 5 star

Weapon: Bec de corbin

Ethos (Power): Black Plume. He can control his feathers individual once they’re plucked off within a certain timeframe.

Flaw power is based on: His sacrificial nature, once they’ve fallen off they won’t go back on.

Notes: Thank you to the anime Princess Tutu for inspiring his vaguely bird-shaped hair.

Name: Alkes

Name Origin: A star whose name means “Teacup”

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 14

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Parasol

Ethos (Power): Open wound. Any cut made by his weapon will not stop bleeding until he wills it to, or you die.

Flaw power is based on: His harsh and malicious demeanor

Notes: Also known as Pandemonium’s Vampire. Somehow the edgiest member of the guild despite his appearance.

And if you made it this far I love you and I want to thank you by showing you this special picture taken of the guildmembers:

#finn's ocs #finn's art #oc references #yayayayayayayayayayayayayay i did it im so happy #i hope it was worth waiting this long to post!!! but maybe it will put more ppl off from interacting w it ;; idk #umm thats it :) i finally did it.#feel free to give me feedback and share your thoughts on any of them etc etc you know i live for interactions abt my head blorbos #even though theyre the ''edgy'' guild i based them all off of different types of alt fashion. some more loosely than others like #porrima is meant to be the emo one but her outfit is moreso like. an oracle. she has the bang tho #meanwhile others are more blunt like kari is obviously scene #alkes was based on lolita fashion and i COULD have gone with lolita goth for him but i chose not to #simply because i like the contrast of having the character with the most broken ability and gothic nickname be not what people expect #no one sees him coming its why hes so good at being the vampire #ah i could talk abt the choices i made for all their designs or more details abt their characters in general for paragraphs tho so like #im going to cut it off here bc i dont wanna tag ramble for too long BUT if anyone wants to send an ask feel free to!!#could be abt all of them or one specific one or just general comments or concerns or anything. like i said i love to hear it! ok byebye

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writing-the-end · 3 years

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LoL Chapter 41- The Forest of Memories

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A Wizard Hermits tale (AU, designs, ideas belongs to @theguardiansofredland)

The Hangman’s Playground awaits.

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Standing before the tall, seemingly endless copse of trees, it looks like any other forest in Lairyon. It’s not quite as tall as the Evernight Forest, or bright as the Flowerfruit fields. To someone who didn’t know any better, this was a regular forest. But no one in Lairyon would dare enter this forsaken ground. Brambles grow right up to the edge of the treeline, not a single thorn cut, not a single leaf plucked. Even the most plump, ripe, delicious fruit goes unpicked among these trees.

But the leyline they stand over, five hermits wide and pulsing with Ren’s imagination magic infused and glowing, goes directly into the Forest of Memories. All three major leylines run into the forest, but Grian noticed on their way here that a fourth one also radiated out, this time in a westernly direction. Towards the Ashioll sea.

No time to explore the implications of that. Not after all the training, all the resource gathering they’ve done. No, there’s no more time to waste, no more preparing they can do. Today, no matter what happens, they will find out what Magistrate Dolios is hiding.

TFC tries to psych himself up, despite every fiber in his old bones telling him not to go in. Ever since he was a boy, almost every story he was told warned him not to enter the Hangman’s Playground. The stories never quite explain what happens within these woods, but the tales of those who dare enter only got more horrifying as he got older.

Grian, on the other hand, walks straight through the bushes and into the forest, much to the shock and horror of everyone else. He knows the stories, true and legend, he just doesn’t care. Soon after, Etho follows in, then Tango, Joe, xB, and Jevin. One by one, following after the cheerful angel, until only TFC and Mumbo are left at the forest interface. TFC places his hand on Mumbo’s back. “I wouldn’t recommend being last, with your back to the forest and all that.”

It’s enough to get him moving, running to catch up with Xisuma. The Forest of Memories swallows the hermits whole, trees letting in only dapples of light across the ground. The smattering and ever changing light plays tricks with the hermits’ heads, flashes of things that shouldn’t be here appearing in their eyes, sounds that don’t belong in a forest playing distantly with the wind.

They do their best to stay directly atop the red hued leyline of dark magic, Ren every so often recasting his spell to keep from losing the trail. They pass by a herd of goldhorns, grazing in a clearing alongside a wild herd of shleep. The night sky wool wisping into the air and playing in the distorted light. Zedaph almost runs off to join the shleep, were it not for Impulse holding him by the capelet. `Turuls and Anzus flit between full crowns of trees, the latter spitting water and breathing fire as it plays.

It was a perfectly normal forest. But between every twitter, there was a scream. Behind every dappled ray of light, there was a world long gone. The Forest of Memories is sinking it’s teeth into the hermits.

A flash of light blinds Stress, and she’s no longer in the calming, quiet forest, hiking with her fellow hermits. The sounds of birds and the breeze replaced by a low roar of voices and lush music. The snug, warm, and durable robes of her outfit is gone, rather feeling sterile, starch silk shift across her legs. She feels so exposed in the rich, beautiful dress. And when the light fades from her eyes, she’s standing in a grandiose ballroom. Her parents’ ballroom, full of people, all wearing similar dresses and suits. All wearing the same smile.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A shrill voice Stress immediately recognizes as her mother shouts. The tight bun of brown hair, the same shade as Stress’s own, leans down and hauls her skirts up. “These shoes are peasant wear! And look at your posture!”

“But mother,” Stress whimpers.

“Don’t talk back! You are a lady, act like it!”

“I don’t want to be a lady! It’s borin’, mother! I don’t want to use my magic to make swan sculptures,” She waves to the side, knowing that an ice waterfowl is just nearby. Of course she knows- this is her memories. “I wanna make something grand and beautiful! Something no one has ever made!”

The ball fades for a moment, like fog in the night, and her mother has been replaced by a different face. A face she knows, though is much, much younger. But his voice betrays the illusion. “Stress, stress! Snap out of it!”

Mumbo’s face regains his mustache, matching the grownup voice of her fellow nobleman, and something cold, smooth is pressed into her hand. The talisman fights away the illusion, until the mist has dissolved in the summer sun and her true family stands before her again. Twenty something concerned faces, BDubs and Iskall helping her stay standing. “I...I was back in Milliara, in ma family’s manor.”

Xisuma shakes his head. “You were here the whole time. It must be the forest. It’s like what Queen Erlea mentioned, the forest uses our mind against us.”

“Such a peaceful forest,” Cleo whispers. “Yet it harbors such dangerous magic.”

“It felt so real. I knew it was a memory, but in the moment….” Stress shakes her head. “In the moment, I was trapped as a lady again.”

She runs her fingers over the talisman, then pulls it over her head. With the help of her friends, her true family, she regains her step and they move forward. But every shimmer in sunlight, Stress’s fears only grow.

The forest isn’t after her. Xisuma is always the logical one. He’s deduced that the forest seems to play off people’s memories, latching onto their emotions. The ghost in Addows mentioned that she only thought happy thoughts, and the Forest didn’t have control over her. So Xisuma thinks happy thoughts as well, simple and to the point. He thinks of his fellow hermits, building his beloved tower.

He built his observation tower with Ex. And just like that, the forest has found his weak spot. He’s not standing among the trees, but rather in front of his observation tower. And only one other person was with him. Standing, hackles raised, was his brother.

Ex’s white hair was luminescent in the sunshine of the Ashioll sea, red cloak discarded and tucked beside the wall of fresh, unweathered, and unblemished stone. No burn marks from Tango or Impulse, or mismatched windows after Grian would throw a rock just a bit too large. No, there were only two people on Eremita.

Not anymore. “We can’t let any random person on our island! We hardly know anything about this poet guy, he could be working for the Council!” Ex waves his hand in the general direction, where their newcomer is tapping the end of his quill against his chin. Leaving an ink stain. “This is a place to hide, for us to be free, brother. You’re too trustworthy!”

“And you’re a coward!” X’s voice rises over his mask, forged by his brother to protect him from the sunlight. “You’ve blinded yourself with your own light, and you can’t see that we’d be stronger, safer with more. We can’t be a guild with just two brothers.”

“I never wanted to be a guild.” Ex surges till the twins are nose to nose, the supernova mage’s eyes burning with the heat of a thousand stars. Xisuma’s are as dark as night. “I just wanted somewhere for us to be free, aren’t I all you need?”

The words fall from X’s mouths, stinging as he says them this time around. He should’ve never said them, but now he’s being forced to relive this horrible moment all over again. “I don’t need you, I never needed you!”

Xisuma finds himself on the ground, his mask knocked loose. But the sunlight wasn’t the only thing burning his eyes. Blood falls across his face, perpendicular slashes oozing red ochre, and the same dripping from the end of his brother’s staff.

In his foolishness, blinded by the sunlight, by his brother, Xisuma fights back. He summons his magic, and hurls twin lashes of void at his brother. Knocking him over, grasping against the frozen burns across his own face. Xisuma stumbles to find his mask, ignoring the blood. “An eye for an eye. You aren’t my brother.”

The pain feels real, the sensation of the blood running down his face, the scent of ozone in the air feels real. But Xisuma remembers that day clearly- the worst day of his life. The day he lost his brother. And he knows he wasn’t crying.

It’s not real. Xisuma reaches up, and feels the wet stain. It doesn’t coagulate like blood, the tears that run from beneath his mask. It’s an illusion, Xisuma.

Logic is Xisuma’s strength. He wasn’t logical that day, but he is now. And he cries, for the loss of his brother, his best friend. He focuses in on those teas, something the forest can’t hide from him. He closes his eyes, feeling the guilt and sorrow. Wishing he wasn’t so cowardly to reach out and make amends.

Distantly, he feels someone touching his arm, his hand. But it doesn’t feel like his body. A cool metal band slips around a finger, and he can finally find his way out of the illusion.

When he opens his eyes, he’s in the forest again, the illusion shattering and sparkling like starlight in the sun. Like the tiny stars his brother used to make when they were boys. Xisuma jumps out of his skin when a hand lays on his arm, feeling all too real. Joe stood next to him, other hand retreating from the moodring on Xisuma’s finger. The first newcomer to the island. He offers peace, but Xisuma can’t find it within himself.

The forest is in his head, twisting his memories and reminding him of all his wrongs. Turning his mind against him. He can only focus on walking, follow the line of hermits before him. Wishing for the horrible thoughts to end. And wishing for his brother to be at his side.

Xisuma isn’t the only one who lost his family. But at least his is alive. Zedaph, Impulse, and Tango tried to steel themselves in preparation of what they knew the Forest of Memories would bring up. They thought they were prepared, able to fight off the Hangman’s Playground. Both physically and mentally. Even Zed thought he’d be able to shepherd away the intrusive thoughts.

The forest is smart, however. And it goes for him before the others. Zedaph feels the heat against his face, and closes his eyes. He will not see that night. Zedaph hears the screams, of his own guild dying around him, and he hums to himself. He will not hear that night. He tries to block it out, to block out the forest, to refuse it access into his head to hurt him further.

“Go, Zed!” The voice is so crisp, so real, it’s not just an echo of a memory. He can’t help but look up, searching for his guildleader.

And he sees scicraft burning. He watches as the fire hurls across the sky, and ash coats the massacre in a fine layer of dust. But he realizes, experiencing this night all over again, that it’s not just ash dancing in the air. Mixed with the burning embers are the fragmented pieces of husks- those attacking the guild. Husks before he even knew dark magic existed.

Zedaph collapses to his knees, alerting the other hermits to his vision. Impulse falls victim next, his face red as the sensation of burning is played through his head. As, in his illusion, he’s running through the fire. Calling out for the other guild members, even though he knows there’s no hope. He’s trapped in the past, forced to relive the day he lost his family. Until all he had left was Zed, Tango, and a memory.

Tango rushes to try and retrieve a potion, liquid happiness that was brewed to perfection by Stress. He digs his hand through the bag of supplies, until his fingers close around...fabric. Tango retreats his hand, no longer digging through his backpack, but rather digging through the ashen remains of his guild. He’s holding a torn, burnt cape, stained in blood.

In one fell swoop and one horrible shared memory, all of Team ZIT is in the clutches of the forest. It plays with their mind, their memories. Turn them on themselves, blaming themselves for the loss. Survivor’s guilt. The other hermits try to snap them out of it, placing talismans on them and forcing potions across their lips.

It’s not until Doc takes control of Zed, and uses his friend’s magic to dispel the thoughts are they able to get ZIT in any state of relief. Doc feels horrible, but it was a necessary evil. The ZIT trio hold each other close, the thoughts lingering like mist in the morning, whispers of the forest still controlling them.

Doc looks at the others, their faces worn thin. The sight of their friends, their family struggling has weakened them as well. The Forest of Memories will claim them all if they don’t hurry. Queen Erlea was right- no amount of preparation could prepare them for this. Doc nods his head at the bright red leyline. “The longer we’re in here, the more Hangman’s Playground will toy with us. Let’s keep moving.”

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soundsof71 · 5 years

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TURN IT UP! Joe Walsh with The James Gang, “Walk Away”, 1971

The James Gang was one of those bands that hit so much harder live than on their studio records that it’s almost impossible to believe that they’re the same guys. Their two 1971 albums offer the perfect contrast, Thirds (from whence comes this glorious single), and James Gang In Concert, recorded in May 1971 at Carnegie Hall and released later that year.

I’m surprised the hall was still standing when they were done. It’s the loudest slab of vinyl I’ve ever put on a turntable -- even with the volume turned all the way down, the racket coming straight out of the needle scraping through the grooves unamplified was flat out unbelievable. Very much in keeping with the ethos proclaimed in the liner notes of the previous year’s James Gang Rides Again, “Made Loud To Be Played Loud.”

This performance from Germany’s Beat Club, first aired July 24, 1971, somewhat splits the difference between the civilized, if still loud, studio band, and the utter savages (in a good way!) of James Gang on stage. Surely you’ve already pressed play, and heard Joe Walsh absolutely ROAR into this thing. If all you know of him is what you’ve heard on the radio or with the Eagles, you’re in for an eye-opening, and ear-opening delight.

I had once thought of this song as a pleasant bit of science fiction. The MAN in the song is the one who wants to talk about his feelings and where the relationship is going, while “you just turn your pretty head and walk away.” Riiiight. Because that’s how men are. Just won’t shut up about relationships. ‾\_(ツ)_/‾

Well, maybe Joe really IS that way, because the song sounds pretty damn persuasive, and other than being a little condescending, it’s not especially mean, which automatically sets him above most men of the day.

(1971 was the first great year for a wide swath women artists in classic rock, but women as a lot were alas still not faring well at the hands of male writers. Still aren’t, either, which is a story for another day.)

I actually started rethinking this song when I read what Stevie Nicks had to say about Joe Walsh, who she describes as "the great, great love of my life.”

She said of their breakup: “It nearly killed me. We had to break up or we thought we’d die. We were just too excessive. We were busy superstars and we were doing way too much drugs. We were really, seriously drug addicts. We were a couple on the way to hell.

But there was no closure. It took me years to get over it — if I ever did. It’s very sad but at least we survived.

He was the one I would have married, and that I would probably have changed my life around for a little bit, anyway. Not a lot.

[my note: the fact that she concedes that she’d have changed only a little bit, and only “probably”, suggests that she’s maybe not exaggerating the rest.]

There was no other man for me. I look back at all the men in my life, and there was only one that I can honestly say I could truly have lived with every day for the rest of my life, because there was respect and we loved to do the same things. I was very content with him all the time. That’s only happened once in my life.

This man, if he’d asked me to marry him, I would have. There was nothing more important than Joe Walsh — not my music, not my songs, not anything. He was the great, great love of my life.” (more here)

So on top of being better at relationships and rocking harder than you might have thought, he’s also a terrific technical guitarist, and a hilarious storyteller. I heard him tell a story on the radio in 1988 or so, involving him and George Harrison, that I’ve never seen documented, but I dropped everything I was doing to listen.

I even remember exactly where I was -- in the back room of the bookstore I managed in Washington, DC, way past time to go home, but I didn’t want to miss the end of the story during the long walk to my car.

This is paraphrased, but it’s pretty damn close. I started telling this story to everyone within earshot right away, and you’ll get why.

(btw, I don’t have a picture of Joe and George together, although they shared a stage a time or two. There are quite a few pictures of Joe and Ringo, though -- not only did Joe play in some editions of Ringo’s All-Star Band, they’re married to sisters! Marjorie and Barbara Bach, so yeah, they’re brothers in law.)

Anyway, Joe said that the one piece of advice he gives every guitarist trying to learn the instrument, “Learn to play every song The Beatles ever did, and sound exactly like they did. Doesn’t matter if you hate The Beatles or don’t want to sound anything like them when you’re done, but once you can play everything they played, exactly the way they sounded, you can do anything that it’s possible to do on a guitar.”

Well, there was one song that was vexing him, the very last one that he still couldn’t figure out -- “And Your Bird Can Sing” from Revolver. When he finally got it, he was beside himself. He called up George Harrison to make sure he was home (both fellas were living in Los Angeles at the time), said, “Stay there, I got something you gotta hear!”

He packed up his amps and his guitar, drove over to George’s house, and started setting up. “What is it?” asked George. “Just wait,” replied Joe, and kept setting up.

When Joe finally unleashed a note-perfect “And Your Bird Can Sing”, George fell out of his chair laughing. “How the hell did you do that?” “Well, it took me long enough to figure out,” Joe said, “so I was going to ask YOU how YOU did it.”

George said, “The way *I* did it was John and me playing in unison, and then double-tracked! I can’t figure out how you did it by yourself, even though I just saw you do it!”

Well, Joe was left feeling pretty good about himself, managing to sound like the equivalent of four Beatles guitarists all by himself, if a little exasperated to have spent so much time figuring out something that he should have known better than to try -- but he did it anyway. THAT’s Joe Walsh for ya.

I hope you’ve already hit play AGAIN on that blistering take on 1971′s “Walk Away” up top, because Joe really was killing it that year. There’s more to him than you probably think, too, so if you’re into the heavy guitar thing, you should definitely do some exploring.

Led Zeppelin fans in particular, I’m looking at you. Joe and Jimmy were friends from Jimmy’s days in The Yardbirds, and it was Joe who said, man, you’ve gotta quit monkeying around with that Telecaster. When you’re ready to rock, switch to a Les Paul -- and indeed, Jimmy bought his first Les Paul (known as “#1″) from Joe in 1969, for $1200, which Joe says he flew out to hand-deliver to Jimmy. Says Jimmy, “Joe brought it for me when we played the Fillmore. He insisted I buy it, and he was right."

(btw, nifty pic from Joe’s Twitter feed of him and Jimmy hanging out after LZ’s February 12 show at The Garden in 1975!)

I wouldn’t want to say that Led Zeppelin’s approach to live jamming was necessarily influenced by James Gang, but I’m saying that they were similar and Joe got there first. LOL And seriously, if you dig live Zeppelin, you NEED to know more about live James Gang and early solo Joe.

(More details about #1 than anyone but a gearhead would want here, here, here, and here, but hey, maybe you’re a gearhead!)

To give you a head start for exploring more James Gang and early solo Joe, I’ll add one more video, from 1972, “Turn To Stone” featuring Fanny’s Jean Millington on bass absolutely slaying dragons on this monster. As Joe told Rolling Stone,

"Turn to Stone" was written about the Nixon administration and the Vietnam War and the protesting that was going on and all of that. It's a song about frustration. Also, I attended Kent State. I was at the shootings. That fueled it, too. In those days it felt like the government's priority was not the population. They had an agenda that was about something other than doing what was necessarily good for the country.

A few years later [in 1980], I decided to run for president myself. [Ed. Note: Walsh pledged to make "Life's Been Good" the new national anthem.] I thought it'd be a great idea and I had fun with it. And the reason I did it is because there was, and there continues to be, a very apathetic attitude toward voting. There's a total separation between the federal government and the people. So running for president was an attempt on my part to get people to care enough to go vote. But people just don't bother. And that's why it's not working.

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Oh what the heck, and one more from July 20 1971, from the French TV show Pop2, “The Bomber” (from 1970′s Rides Again) which includes a quick little nod to “Beck’s Bolero” along the way. (Well, technically I suppose, Ravel’s “Bolero”, and indeed, Ravel’s estate made them remove the reference from initial pressings of the album!)

And another note for LZ fans: Joe does some crazy stuff with his bare hands at around 2:30-3:30 going into “Bolero” that Jimmy did with a violin bow. THAT’s Joe Walsh for ya.

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[health-andfitness]-How to go out on Thanksgiving Eve without becoming a regressive shell of your high school self

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‘Twas the night before Thanksgiving, and all through the bar, dozens of people were blacking out, having traveled home from afar. If you’ve ever gone back to your hometown for Thanksgiving, you’re likely familiar with the ethos of the grossly named unofficial holiday known as “drinksgiving” or “blackout Wednesday.”

This hallowed Thanksgiving Eve night is marked by the gathering of folks home for the holidays who mingle with people they generally see just on this annual occasion, drinking and waxing nostalgic about memories that are seminal for some, triggering for others. Folks who have enjoyed a serious glow-up since their nerdy days in high school revel in the attention from the popular kids who never left town, and many even backslide (like way back) and hook up with that high school ex who still curiously sparks butterflies. But no matter what you do or don’t do, the alcohol is free-flowing and the behavior is seriously regressive.

As you can probably imagine, or have experienced yourself, this rarely, if ever, ends well: At best, you’re hungover and disappointed in yourself on Thanksgiving, anxious about how you acted the previous night while inevitably sandwiched at the dinner table between nosy relatives who want answers to your least favorite questions. And at worst, you drunkenly sang Sweet Caroline at the bar with high school friends and (mostly) acquaintances—and the evidence is all over Instagram Stories.

Whenever I’ve gone out with people from high school, I always find myself feeling like I did in high school—and in a lot of ways, I’m no longer that gal.

On some level, I completely understand wanting to get sloshed with classmates from freshman English and be the best version of your freshman English self. Heck, I’ve fallen victim to the trap of Blackout Wednesday on more than one occasion, and for me, the desire usually stems from wanting to gloat to the people who called me a weirdo in high school. (Who hasn’t daydreamed of telling the guy who didn’t want to take you to prom how successful you are over a glass of organic wine?) Still, as we’ve learned from Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion, this never plays out as well IRL as it does in your mind.

Whenever I’ve gone out with people from high school, I always find myself feeling like I did in high school—and in a lot of ways, I’m no longer that gal. I was awkward, a little overdramatic, and constantly worried about what my peers thought of me. But when I’m in my hometown and with people from my past? Those feelings bubble up again, and over the years, I’ve tried to be mindful of this. Because, listen: High school ended long ago, and it’s time to move on—especially for the sake of your bestie or S.O. you brought home for the holidays.

You’re old enough to know that your regressive behavior won’t make you feel like homecoming queen (unless, y’know, you were literally homecoming queen).

And another thing: In another lifetime you may have been able to toss back six Smirnoff Ices chased by a salty midnight snack and still awoken clear-headed. But now? LOL. (Read: The effect is not a cute look.) So instead of taking shots with your pals from the cheerleading team, why not meet for dinner and call it a night instead?

You’re old now—at least old enough to know that your regressive behavior won’t make you feel like homecoming queen (unless, y’know, you were literally homecoming queen)—and that’s totally fine. You can still enjoy time with old friends while still being the responsible, authentic adult you’ve grown into. So this “drinksgiving,” why not keep things tame and stick to two drinks and an early bedtime? Cranberry sauce and a side of chitchat with your aunt is so much more enjoyable when you aren’t hungover as all hell. Trust me.

Don’t feel like going out this Thanksgiving Eve? Spend your night perusing Black Friday beauty deals and big-ticket savings from Best Buy.

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How to Write a Good Twitter Bio: Tips, Ideas, and Examples

The best Twitter bios have one thing in common: They’re original. That being said, writing a creative Twitter bio is easier said than done.

Twitter bios are where your brand gets to introduce itself, offer an elevator pitch, and set the mood—all in 160 characters or less.

Some brands can do this with a single emoji. Others push it to the character limit. But the worst look like all the rest.

Having a good Twitter bio matters. The words (or emojis) you choose, and the order you put them in, communicates volumes about your brand. Just ask Hillary Clinton who made headlines for starting hers with the word “wife.” She’s since switched it up a little.

To make sure you use the best words in the best order, we’ve rounded up tips, tricks, and examples, to fill you with enough Twitter bio ideas to inspire your own.

Bonus: Download the free strategy guide that reveals how Hootsuite grew our Twitter following to over 8 million users and learn how you can put the tactics to work for your business.

How to write a good Twitter bio

Follow these tips to write clever and creative Twitter bios for yourself and for your brand.

Introduce yourself

Say hello to prospective followers by telling them what you do. You may choose to add a brief description of your products or services, share important qualities about your brand, or tell people what to expect when they follow you.

Take your space

With a maximum of 160 characters, Twitter bios are brief. So, take all the space you need to convey essential information. Plus, a recent study found more characters in your bio equals more followers.

Leave disclaimers to the end

If you must include legalese or disclaimers like “Retweets ≠ endorsements,” don’t start with them. Use a catchy phrase, humour, or even an emoji to reel people in: hook, line, and follower.

Show some personality

Be funny, be serious, be kind. Whatever your brand personality is, be sure to show it in your Twitter bio. Give people a taste of the flavor of your content.

Include the right keywords

Twitter bios are searchable. In other words, Twitter bios are indexed by search engines such as Google and Bing. So put your SEO skills to work and optimize by including relevant keywords.

Toot your horn, tactfully

Twitter bios are a space for mastering the humble brag. Awards, rankings, or recognition can act as important social proof, especially if you’re brand isn’t well known. Just don’t overdo it. Take it from “award-winning & -losing freelance journalist” Lauren Duca, who humble flexes among the best.

Call followers to action

Want followers to tweet with a certain hashtag, visit a specific website, or sign up for a particular newsletter? Then be sure to include a call-to-action in your Twitter bio.

Link other accounts

If your brand has multiple Twitter accounts, it may be worthwhile to include something like a directory so they know where to find them. That may be especially true if customer service is a core pillar of your brand’s presence on Twitter. But this strategy is also useful for companies who run accounts in multiple languages.

Throw in an emoji

How does the saying go? An emoji is worth a thousand words? Okay, not exactly. But emojis can help convey more within the bio’s limited character space. And they can add a splash of colour and character to your bio.

Hashtag tastefully

A recent study found that when it comes to Twitter bios, the number of followers decreases as the number of hashtags increase. Hashtagging keywords tends to look spammy, so stick with a brand or campaign hashtag. Bonus points if you can use it in a sentence. Honey, look how seamlessly the Fab Five does it: “#QueerEye is back & looking better than ever.” Can you believe?

When all else fails, there’s always the Twitter Bio Generator. While it’s always better that you write your bio, this bot may help get started with fresh ideas.

30 Twitter bio ideas to inspire your own

Funny Twitter bios tend to curry the most favor, but these brand accounts get creative in more ways than one.

Take these Twitter bio ideas and run with them.

1. Innocent Drinks

This London-based juice maker doesn’t skip the introductions. In less than 15 words, the brand offers greeting, explains what they do, and shares that they give back. While short and to the point, this Twitter bio speaks volumes.

2. The Honey Pot Co

With a plant emoji to reinforce its plant-based ethos, a breakdown of product ingredients, and a real-talk description of who makes it for who, Honey Pot leaves few questions unanswered. Also note the subtle humble brag.

3. Red Lobster

With little need for introductions, the header image says it all. Red Lobster is able to keep its Twitter bio short and sweet. Some fresh wordplay allows the food chain to tell you what to expect from their food and Twitter content all at once. And the hashtag squared away at the end of the copy seals the deal.

4. Calm

Calm hooks people into their Zen vibe with its calming “Take a deep breath” reminder. A descriptive introduction, aided by some #1 swagger, deftly delivers the details followers may need to know. And the bio doubles down with two emojis that help set a positive and relaxed tone.

5. Android

Android’s Twitter bio succinctly tells visitors what to expect, and who to expect it from. It’s can be helpful to let followers know who the tweets are coming from, especially when you’re backed by a brand as big as Google.

6. Merriam-Webster

Merriam-Webster’s Twitter bio is another good example of how to share an overview of themes and introduce the people behind the tweets. Logophiles who choose to follow the account know what’s on the docket, and that its being served by a team of experts.

7. Hootsuite

Not to toot our own horn, but Hootsuite’s Twitter bio checks a lot of boxes. An informative introduction, good keyword density, subtle social proof, a call-to-action, and a link to the support account are neatly packed into 152 characters.

Pro tip: If you plan to include a link in your bio, make sure to save space with a URL shortener.

8. RuPaul’s Drag Race

RuPaul’s Drag Race offers a master class on Twitter bios, with a greeting, preening, handle linkage, and hashtag all in the first sentence. The second sentence, “Everybody say love!” ties in one of the show’s catchphrases while also setting tone and informal community guidelines.

9. JetBlue

A little double-entendre goes a long way on Twitter. In this case, JetBlue hooks people in with a friendly greeting. Airlines are known to take heat on Twitter, and JetBlue anticipates this by directing tweeters to call or email. The airline offers further assistance by putting their help line number in the address field.

10. Frank’s Red Hot

This hot sauce account heats things up with a spicy grawlix and a dash of humour. The call to action let’s followers know both what to do, and what they’ll see: Frank’s Red Hot being put on everything.

11. Etsy

Etsy’s crafty and creative Twitter bio is informative, inclusive, and helpful. To keep things tidy, Etsy uses an on-brand link shrinker to direct people to a list of its other accounts called Etsy Elsewhere. The main Etsy account, on the otherhand, is located Everywhere.

12. Twitter Fashion

Twitter accounts need little introduction, but its fashion-focused account makes a pretty grand entrance with a meme straight off the runway. This Twitter bio knows how to work it.

13. Postmates

Postmates may be the Postest with the Mostest when it comes to Twitter bios. If one of your customers puts it better than you ever could, why not give them a shout out? In doing so, Postmates turns a testimonial into a bio line, and shows its followers that it listens.

14. Tim Cook

Apple’s CEO Tim Cook had a little fun with his Twitter display name after Donald Trump mistakenly called him Tim Apple. Cook reminds us that Twitter names can be a space to play, too. In this instance, Cook earned social cred and scored additional kudos for using a logo that only renders on Apple devices.

15. Popsicle

Locations may not technically be a part of a bio, but they can be used to help tell a brand story. Popsicle offers a tongue-in-cheek play on location. If place is core to your brand identity, definitely include it. Or if you have a single storefront, add the address so people know where to find you IRL.

16. Hot Pockets

Because sometimes the emojis say it all.

17. The Calgary Flames

And sometimes only one emoji says it all.

18. The Toronto Zoo

We stan cute content disclaimers.

19. Nike

When you have the brand recognition Nike does, you only need three words. A brand slogan, call-to-action, and bold stance, in one fell swoop.

20. Buzzfeed

Only @Buzzfeed can pull of this feat of Internet inception.

21. Shaw Fire Log

Shaw Fire Log’s bio sparks joy, one smoking pun at a time.

22. NHL GIFs

NHL GIFs, just using the Twitter bio space to tell it like it is.

23. Ripley’s Aqua Canada

Nothing fishy here. Just some under-the-sea humour from Toronto’s giant aquarium.

24. YouTube

Lol, YouTube. We see what you did there. This one’s almost as good as a former YouTube bio, which read: “lol watch this.”

25. NBA

No dekes in NBA’s Twitter bio. Just straight-up links to NBA’s full Twitter roster.

26. Twitter

You tell us, Twitter. Okay, we’ll tell you.

27. Moonpie

Even you can appreciate MoonPie’s cheeky Twitter bio.

28. Parks and Rec

An A+ Twitter bio from everyone’s favourite dysfunctional department. Their, they’re, grammar sticklers.

29. Old Spice

Come for the coupons, stay for the lazers.

30. Carolina Hurricanes

Because haters gonna hate, and gloaters gonna gloat.

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How to Write a Good Twitter Bio: Tips, Ideas, and Examples

The best Twitter bios have one thing in common: They’re original. That being said, writing a creative Twitter bio is easier said than done.

Twitter bios are where your brand gets to introduce itself, offer an elevator pitch, and set the mood—all in 160 characters or less.

Some brands can do this with a single emoji. Others push it to the character limit. But the worst look like all the rest.

To make sure you use the best words in the best order, we’ve rounded up tips, tricks, and examples, to fill you with enough Twitter bio ideas to inspire your own.

Bonus: Download the free strategy guide that reveals how Hootsuite grew our Twitter following to over 8 million users and learn how you can put the tactics to work for your business.

How to write a good Twitter bio

Follow these tips to write clever and creative Twitter bios for yourself and for your brand.

Introduce yourself

Take your space

Leave disclaimers to the end

If you must include legalese or disclaimers like “Retweets ≠ endorsements,” don’t start with them. Use a catchy phrase, humour, or even an emoji to reel people in: hook, line, and follower.

Show some personality

Be funny, be serious, be kind. Whatever your brand personality is, be sure to show it in your Twitter bio. Give people a taste of the flavor of your content.

Include the right keywords

Twitter bios are searchable. In other words, Twitter bios are indexed by search engines such as Google and Bing. So put your SEO skills to work and optimize by including relevant keywords.

Toot your horn, tactfully

Call followers to action

Want followers to tweet with a certain hashtag, visit a specific website, or sign up for a particular newsletter? Then be sure to include a call-to-action in your Twitter bio.

Link other accounts

Throw in an emoji

Hashtag tastefully

When all else fails, there’s always the Twitter Bio Generator. While it’s always better that you write your bio, this bot may help get started with fresh ideas.

30 Twitter bio ideas to inspire your own

Funny Twitter bios tend to curry the most favor, but these brand accounts get creative in more ways than one.

Take these Twitter bio ideas and run with them.

1. Innocent Drinks

2. The Honey Pot Co

3. Red Lobster

4. Calm

5. Android

6. Merriam-Webster

7. Hootsuite

Pro tip: If you plan to include a link in your bio, make sure to save space with a URL shortener.

8. RuPaul’s Drag Race

9. JetBlue

10. Frank’s Red Hot

11. Etsy

12. Twitter Fashion

Twitter accounts need little introduction, but its fashion-focused account makes a pretty grand entrance with a meme straight off the runway. This Twitter bio knows how to work it.

13. Postmates

Bonus: Download the free strategy guide that reveals how Hootsuite grew our Twitter following to over 8 million users and learn how you can put the tactics to work for your business.

Get the free guide right now!

14. Tim Cook

15. Popsicle

16. Hot Pockets

Because sometimes the emojis say it all.

17. The Calgary Flames

And sometimes only one emoji says it all.

18. The Toronto Zoo

We stan cute content disclaimers.

19. Nike

When you have the brand recognition Nike does, you only need three words. A brand slogan, call-to-action, and bold stance, in one fell swoop.

20. Buzzfeed

Only @Buzzfeed can pull of this feat of Internet inception.

21. Shaw Fire Log

Shaw Fire Log’s bio sparks joy, one smoking pun at a time.

22. NHL GIFs

NHL GIFs, just using the Twitter bio space to tell it like it is.

23. Ripley’s Aqua Canada

Nothing fishy here. Just some under-the-sea humour from Toronto’s giant aquarium.

24. YouTube

Lol, YouTube. We see what you did there. This one’s almost as good as a former YouTube bio, which read: “lol watch this.”

25. NBA

No dekes in NBA’s Twitter bio. Just straight-up links to NBA’s full Twitter roster.

26. Twitter

You tell us, Twitter. Okay, we’ll tell you.

27. Moonpie

Even you can appreciate MoonPie’s cheeky Twitter bio.

28. Parks and Rec

An A+ Twitter bio from everyone’s favourite dysfunctional department. Their, they’re, grammar sticklers.

29. Old Spice

Come for the coupons, stay for the lazers.

30. Carolina Hurricanes

Because haters gonna hate, and gloaters gonna gloat.

Take your Twitter marketing strategy further with Hootsuite. Schedule and publish tweets in advance, engage your audience, and measure your efforts all from one dashboard. Try it free today.

Get Started

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This show keeps putting the raw power of a quirk over the quirk-havers actual skill, to a ridiculous degree. Like the villains hanging back in fear just because they didn't know what quirks the stupid little kids had... and every conversation over how marketable a student hero is just about their quirk. Not how skilled they are with it, not even how they use it, just... that. insert examples here

Which raises the question of, why are these kids even training? Skin girl can make anything from her skin- just, anything at all, right off the bat. She doesn't need to practice her skinmaking to master making more complex objects, or making more reliably stable ones, or what have you, she just... can and does. It's mentioned it takes her longer to make larger or more complex items like the insulated blanket (though I wouldn't even call that "complex" since it's the same material throughout- what about machinery with multiple parts?) but this is just dropped like some simple fact that couldn't be changed by bettering herself. Electric guy is already at his maximum power and can't, like, practice directing his electricity, he needs a gadget to advance any further. in a similar vein A lot of quirks have very specific limitations, like navel guy can only fire for a minute before he gets a bellyache (and this does actually lead to a scene I liked; after treating these limitations as jokes the silly little kids have we have eraserboi vs everyone where we're shown he has bloodshot eyes from not blinking n shit and it's actually played as somewhat horrifying that he pushed himself that far, hit his limit and now we're all probably fucked). Can he do anything about that? Will strengthening his stomach muscles through situps help? Can he train his navel-lazers, building up a resistance so he can lengthen his firing time? If not, what the fuck is he doing with his time? Plus the show isn't even consistent with this; when floatgril's powers are narrated to us we're told she pukes if she lifts too much at once (despite what triggered this- Beku and one robort- being significantly less than the multiple roborts she was throwing around immediately prior...). I had assumed this was a joke and puking after overexerting yourself was just something that happened in this show because Beku was shown doing the same during his training montage, but then the show goes on to give some characters and overly specific weakness apparently built into their semblance like that as a thing that it does. What? I'll give it the benefit of the doubt here, maybe this is just early-chapter weirdness, maybe the joke is even what inspired the author to start giving characters weirdly specific weaknesses, but still get your damn shit together.

What training are they even doing anyway? There was like a month they spent preparing for the tourney, but instead of showing us what the heck they were doing and expositing how their quirks work through that, or what skills they need to develop for hero work, they just skim right the fuck over it.

And the timer on AM's power works this way too- regardless of if he gets into a brutal fight or just stands around being muscled, his time limit is the same (apparently; as I've mentioned before they aren't even consistent despite all that's actually said saying it's consistent). So doing nothing is the equivalent of doing something. Just... nothing makes sense.

6 So Icyhot comes out with his reasons for singling out Beku (and also dumps his entire life story while he's at it), but it's really awkward and dumb. His father is the "second best" hero (by whose metric? what objective standard is there here?) who's always been pissed at Al Mite for existing, so Icyhot... singled out Beku to pick on to show his dad he didn't have to do what his dad wanted by becoming the best hero ever like his dad wanted. ???????

The entire thing about everyone thinking Beku's powers are "like Al Mite" is kinda forced... though lovechild is a better assumption than somehow getting it right, at least. It's really not that similar, unless an incredibly generic power like superstrength is somehow rare. The specific details- that the power makes you grow visible muscles- shouldn't be something that tips people off because All Might always has his muscles on max when he's in public. That's his secret identity. But apparently everyone has secret knowledge they shouldn't have and don't know they have, so Beku growing muscles makes them think of All Might, inexplicably. but icyhot cites this as "even more reason to beat you" even though it's the only reason to begin with - while icyhot rambles on about his marriage expositions there's just random still panning shots of the other kids at the cafeteria, some with them grouped by gender but not all. What? Is this supposed to mean something?... also, boo hoo abusive father victim mother backstory... except the victim mother is the one who gave Icyhot that burn scar. w okay, but why Beku? Or why only Beku? Icyhot coud do just as well showing off to his dad by beating up Baguko or the rocket legs guy. Beku's connection to All Might isn't the answer to this because nobody else even understands what that connection is, which Icyhot even confirmed himself by babbling about how he doesn't know why Beku is connected to Al Mite but he totally does.

Also, I'm telling you again lying could fix everything. "I only activated my quirk recently, AM happened to be around and he said my damaging myself with my power reminded him of himself at my age so he declared himself my mentor." Boom, no weird worries about people suspecting something that's arbitrarily supposed to be absurd (the power transfer) for awkward reasons (people knowing AM wasn't born with his quirk would ruin faith in heroes because why? iunno). Actually, just lie that AM was born with the ability to pass on his Quirk to one person and he chose Midoriya for it- tell the truth about Beku but keep lying about AM. does nobody in this world think

"I owe it to people who've supported me" doesn't translate to "I must be number one no matter what" but we're just supposed to accept that it does. He should try his best, sure, but knowing the limits of his abilities is worth something too. everyone getting worked up over nothing but the grils wearing crop tops who cares. call me when grapes tricks everyone into wearing klk outfits. at least invisigril has a sense of fun. reee boys is all hentais reeeeeeeee

al mit hits beku over the head for having entirely reasonable worries about not having gotten his victories by his own hand, which is honestly kind of true. What the fuck? He then declares "there's no such thing as luck!" and says something like Beku should be proud of accomplishing... the things he didn't actually accomplish. What? this is the sort of thing that would normally be emblematic of a Mary Sue, but I don't feel like the problem is with Midoriya's character- he actually does work hard, as demonstrated in this very scene he has some very real insecurities, he's not the only one the story cares about (though its handling of bringing another character to the forefront and telling us it's time to care is pretty clunky). It's just the plot and the ethos of this series that're retarded. That is, the world doesn't *constantly* bend over to server Midoriya, it's just in these particular sorts of situations. And it's applied to other characters too, come to think of it, insert examples here. I think it's partially because he's not being allowed to advance but is still expected to perform. He can't possibly do... well, basically fucking anything until he manages to control his new quirk the tiniest fucking bit, but the show, mostly but not exclusively via All Might, keeps insisting he should be able to hero now that he has the ability to break all of his bones at will. The problem is actually pretty similar to what I outlined above, come to think of it- the powers are treated like discreet units that can't interact with anything, so even though it woukd be more rewarding and basically improve everything if Beku could gradually gain control over small parts of his power it's just all-or-nothing (ironic, given the name of the quirk...). more like all for nothing Here's an idea, he gains control over his power in one finger only, so while anything else will still fuck him up he can do infinite flick forcing him to use some interesting strategies. Later this spreads to the entire hand/arm so he can punch and do shit like that.

you know what would be interesting- icyhot wins his battle, all set to fight Beku in the next round, but then Beku actually fucking loses. Not because he decided to drop out or give up, but because he was outmatched, or because holding back on his powers (saving his limbs for later) cost him the match, or because using his powers (even being clever and limiting them to indirect hits or something) did enough damage to himself to allow the other guy to win... and then see how Icyhot reacts. There, consequences for Beku being forced to do things while his powers are still shit. And it would be a HELL OF A LOT MORE INTERESTING for the guy Beku is worried about facing to go first, because then Beku could be all worried about fighting him after seeing his match and his first round opponent could be all like "you should worry about me right now lol". Instead Beku's match is the first of the entire thing because lol fuck why not? buildup is fake news!

- oh wait just kidding recovery gril is hanging by go ahead and break all libs every times. don't worry about (mumbles about stamina) or however the fuck her powers are supposed to work, it is now time for our hero to experience MASSIVE PAIN AND TRAUMA with no consequences except more pain and trauma. and then creepy guy claims he's already won because we don't need reasonable fights, no, we need the most impossible situation for midoriya to get out of every single fucking time. every battle needs to be the most significant thing ever, every time. who's he fighting after icyhot, anyway? does anyone care?

7 you know, the entire concept of these kids obsessing over getting scouted in their first fucking year of the academy is retarded because they're supposed to be there to get better as heroes. losing in this tournament or whatever doesn't mean much because they're at the very beginning of developing their powers. And how long have they been having classes so far anyway? Like a month? Most of which was undescribed tournament training that was entirely skipped over? the fuck's there for them to show off, they've done fucking nothing And on the other hand, someone who looks good in their first year still has three years to wash the fuck out.

- tricks beku into reeeing about muscletail guy but why does beku care about le random classmate we've barely seen him interact with - apparently beku stopping in his tracks is the most insane happening ever and has everyone in the audience projectile shitting themselves. Why not save the massive reaction for the thing that happens immediately afterwards, where creepy makes Beku walk out of the ring? I mean maybe Beku just rethought the idea of rushing straight at his opponent who has an unknown power and just stopped of his own volition.

... Okay, that's supposed to be the previous owners of the One for All quirk, but they just look fucking cursed as hell. Also Beku won via Deus ex Machina and the intervention of others, exactly as he was upset about earlier when AM smacked him and told him "there's no such thing as luck". The show is telling us right to our fucking faces that this random shit that happens that allows Beku to continue suffering should be taken as Beku's accomplishments.

"those (?) people *came into my mind*, and for a second-" with the shady visuals and the terrifying music, this really looks like they're trying to make it some deeply horrifying thing but apparently it's a positive and we shoukd feel good about it - Solution to battle- break your own jaw so you physically can't talk. Like, instead of doing the exact same fucking thing with the fingers we've seen before, vary it up a bit with Beku punching himself in the face, not breaking his hand somehow and instead breaking his face a bit. SEE? NOW HE'S DOING SIMETHUNG INTERESTING WITH HIS WEAKNESS, INSTEAD OF JUST THE SAME THING OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND O-

... Creepy punches Beku, Beku's nose isn't bleeding, but then he goes for Beku's broke fingers and *then* Beku's nose starts bleeding. what Everyone is praising creepy for a good fight but barely anything happened. this is sad the swelling emotional music keep playing as creepy places his brainwashing on Beku once more for no reason and ominously recommends he keep his guard up against his future opponents. This is supposed to be some friendly advice thing but it just comes across as... well, creepy...

I appreciate nurselady being concerned about Beku being pushed to hard but OH LOOK IT'S A WOMAN BEING COMEDICALLY VIOLENT AGAINST A MAN AGAIN ESPECIALLY ONE WHO'S BEEN ESTABLISHED AS PHYSICALLY FRAGILE AND THE ENTIRE PLOT OF THE SHOW IS WRAPPED AROUND THE GORRIBLE INJURY HE ALREADY LIVES WITH! A HABHA HHAHAHAH H AHAHAHAHAH HA H AH A i especially like the part where he's shown to be in serious pain afterwards and we're still expected to laugh. fucking disgusting ree "Maybe eight or nine of them? iunno" Why the ambiguity? the visuals clearly show eight... Is there going to be some bullshit thing later on wheren there's some lost user of the One-for-Alls and instead of actually foreshadowing it with the actual effects this user left on the world with their physical fucking existence it's just going to be this autistic numerical bullshit? fuck you. it's a clear sign you're getting closer to making oneforall your own, because we couldn't have an actual clear sign like him gaining any measure of control over it as reward for his hard work, nope just ghosts ex machina ha ha fuck you And we're told it totally wasn't the vision that saved Midoriya, it was his *passion*! We're *told*! That means it has to be true! Just let the kid actually accomplish something under his own power already and stop holding out on him, fuck

I'll win this match using only mom's quirk! You know, the mom that poured boiling water on his face and left him with a massive disfiguring burn scar. so touching "you'll soon fine the limits of that power" if every previous battle he was in is any indication that limits is no limits. and then he immediately goes and fills half a fucking stadium with ice i think he's fucking fine firedad fuk nothing matters this show is so bad

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LoL Chapter 20- True Family

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU and Red belongs to @theguardiansofredland )

The past comes back to haunt Mumbo as a familiar, familial face returns to his life and offers him the unthinkable. Is Mumbo loyal to the hermits, or his he willing to return to the place he grew up in?

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“Today’s the big day.” Iskall whispers, looking around the room. Once again packed full of hermits sitting on beds, on furniture, and on the floor. Mumbo hasn’t taken off his gold medal since he won it yesterday, even sleeping with such a spectacular prize. The only hermit missing from the group meeting was False. She made it to the final round of the endurance battle, facing off wave after wave of illusions. Pushed beyond exhaustion, hardly able to stand, she backed down from the last wave. She claimed she could’ve gone forward, but a sudden feeling of pressure on her shoulders, her head swimming and her magic falling from her bones left her unable to continue. She’s still in bed now, recuperating. Grian did his best to heal her illness, but when he attempted to, he discovered her magic was nearly drained. Beyond anything a spell could cause. She even looked pale, the pink color of her cheeks lost and her hair a platinum blonde. The gold medal was won by Avon, beating out Doc and Jerome soundly, and False by a single round.

But Doc was still at the meeting. He didn’t last nearly as long as False, and while he was tired, it was nothing like what she has. Grian was able to heal his aching lungs, the wounds sustained from their fight with the Guild of Gideon. He was tired, but nothing was going to stop him from being a part of his own heist. He’s been looking forward to this for too long. To finally discover who’s the bastard that destroyed Gildara, that attacked the Asklepions, and tried to take out his friends, his family.

“I never thought I’d say this, but we’re leading the Championship by leaps and bounds.” TFC chuckles, shaking his head. “I know we surprised the guilds, the Council, and all of Lairyon. But you all surprised me as well.”

“Guess Grian’s pep talk really brought the team spirit out in us.” Etho tosses a ball in the air, catching it and bouncing off Doc’s head. He’s the only one brave enough to anger the criminal.

“Either way, whatever happens today, I just want to tell you all that I am so proud of all the work we’ve done. And best of all, no one suspects a thing as to why we’re really here. That being said, let’s go over today for everyone.” TFC clears his throat, skimming across the scroll in his hands. “This morning has the water battle. Ren, you’re going to be going against one of the wanderers, and judged based on your performance against all the other contestants. Stress, you’ll be playing in the kipling dodgeball. That’s a last one standing event, and we all know how hard you throw.” The guildmaster hums with a smirk, continuing down the schedule. “And in the afternoon is capture the flag. Tango?”

“They won’t even know what happened to their flag.” He grins, the healing wound on his cheek burning. But none of that will stop him from grinning.

“That’s what i thought. Tonight is the duel- the biggest event of the games. All of Lairyon will be watching. Which makes it the best time for the heist. Our job is to put on a show while our infiltration team here learns the truth. Boys-” TFC stares directly at the heist team. “Do whatever it takes, we have your back. The rest of us, we’ll be supporting our fighters in the duel. If we win at least one event today, we’ve secured our spot in the Labyrinth run on the final day.”

“Do you think we’ll actually win?” Joe questions. The labyrinth run is only for the top two teams. It’s a challenge beyond all challenges, an ever changing maze filled with enigmatic enchantments and feral beasts.

“If not us, then certainly Team Crafted or the wanderers will. Either way, we made history. All of us, being the first nonguild team to win the championship.” TFC smiles, rolling up the scroll and slipping it in his bag. “Good luck to everyone, I dunno about you guys but I’m gonna go get myself a celebratory drink before the water battle. One that doesn’t taste like swampwater.”

TFC hops over the rest of the hermits, sauntering out before anyone else can realize the meeting is over. Ren hops to his feet, only to be grabbed and held still by Doc. “We have our own heist meeting, man.”

The guild filters out, but the sea of hermits is cut through by one sole fish swimming upstream. Quentin grabs at Mumbo’s sleeves, missing once, twice, before finally grabbing hold of the black fabric and tugging him to the side. “Mumbo, right? You- you’re Mumbo, the one that beat Ian in the tech competition? The multi-mage?”

Mumbo looks around, but the hermits have disappeared within the woodworks. “Ah, yep. That’s me. Is something wrong, chap?”

“There’s some people down in the tavern that asked for you.” He pauses, looking up at him. “You specifically.”

Mumbo frowns, his heart picking up pace and thumping against his chest. He clutches the black robes, trying to still the racing muscle trapped within his ribs. Is it the arcane guard? Do they know why the hermits are here? That they’re still congregating as a guild, not just a team? But why him specifically? Do they know he’s the easiest, perhaps they’re using him as bait, the fastest to lure into a trap? “O-Okay. Can you l-lead the way?”

The kipling nods, blue and light orange curls bouncing across his finned ears. He guides Mumbo down the open, rickety steps. He jumps over the last one, to which Mumbo trips over as it buckles under him. He tumbles to the sticky wooden floor, rubbing his head. With one eye open, he winces and sees who’s here for him.

“Mumbo. Still never got your own two feet beneath you?” Mumbo’s breath falls out from his lips, his father’s voice cutting across the wood. The upper crust, noble accent pricks against Mumbo’s ears, immediately souring his mood. He hasn’t seen his father since the morning of his last guild exam. The last thing his father had said to him- until now- was to never return home if he failed another test.

“Father? What are you-” He falls silent as soon as his father raises his hand, motioning for him to be silent and stand. Dammit, Mumbo hates how he still has control over him like that. Hasn’t a year with the hermits taught him anything?

“You did well, boy. Your magic has grown leaps and bounds since I last laid eyes upon you. I saw your performance yesterday. Yesterday, I had a son again.” Mumbo’s head snaps up, hearing that word fall from his father’s lips again. Mumbo’s lips open and close, only weak noises escaping his throat. A sharp glare from the grey eyes they share silences him once more. “Mumbo, it’s time for you to come home. You have brought honor to our house, as a champion,” His father’s eyes fall to the medal at Mumbo’s neck, eyeing the prize hungrily. “I’m sure every guild will welcome you after that.”

Mumbo’s eyes snap up, and he steps back. “What? Why would I leave a perfectly good guild? Why would I leave my friends?”

“Those ruffians are not a guild, Mumbo. Listen to your father, and come ho-” He reaches forward, only for his hand to jerk back as a spark of lightning crosses between father and son.

“No! They’re my friends, they’re my guild! They care about me more than you ever did!” The tavern crackles with energy, lightning shooting out in small branches.

“Be silent, boy. You’ve forgotten your place as a nobleman.” A dangerous glare meets Mumbo’s angered stare.

“No! I’m done listening to you! The day you disowned me, I found a better family!” He remembers the pain of rejection, lost and alone in the alleys of Milliara. No family, no one to help him when a gang of robbers attacked. His father didn’t come to help- he was saved by Grian. A stranger saved him, now his best friend. The one who invited him to join the guild.

“Those heathens? They aren’t a guild, Mumbo, they’re criminals! Would you really prefer that to your own flesh and blood? Your fam-”

“You’re not my family! You said it yourself. The hermits are always there for me, always my family no matter what. Whether I’m a champion or an amateur. They loved me despite my struggles, cared for me and welcomed me. It was their care, their devotion, their support that won this gold medal! This is for them, because of them. It’s not for you.” Mumbo steps up, feet leaving the ground as he looms over his father. “Grian, TFC, Xisuma...they’re better people than you ever were to me. They’re my family. I’m already home. Now- leave.”

Mumbo doesn’t know when the nobleman leaves, he just hears the sound of the tavern door closing, the empty air before him. And that sticky floor, the old wooden boards, and the crooked iron nails are the best sight ever. He wipes his tears on his sleeve, crackling with lightning as his feet come to rest on the ground once again. He remembers to breathe, air rushing in and out of his lungs. When he opens his eyes again, there’s a mug of ale in front of him. He looks up, seeing Quentin leaning against the bar. How long was he there? Did he see that all? “You look like you could use a beer, man.”

And with friends, even the worst tasting swill was the best thing ever.

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Mumbo, Quentin, and a few other hermits joined to walk to the coliseum together. Grian and Iskall noticed Mumbo’s tearstained eyes, and did their best to keep him laughing. But he hardly needed it, just being with them was the best of all. The hermits take their seat, Quentin leaving to join his own team. He nodded to Stress, wishing her good luck in the dodgeball tournament they share later on.

Hovering at visual height to the seats, an orb of freefloating water hangs in the air. Like a water droplet suspended midsplash, held aloft by a number of water mages- most kipling. In the water, the hermits can see Ren getting used to his wet surroundings. Across the other side of the battlefield, Red is floating. At home in her element.

“Ah, this is going to be easy. Red’s so sweet and kind, Ren will easily win.” Stress chuckles, leaning forward and watching the two. “It’s not a tournament style- he just ‘as ta impress the judges an’ win this wee battle. He’s got it in the bag- Ren’ll show ‘em what an imagination wizard can do.”

They're on the edge of their seats, peering into the water. Across the rippling mass, they can see the crown seat, the Council watching as Ren and Red bow. Magistrate Dolios leans back, resting his cheek on his hand. A small smirk appears on his face as the fight begins.

Ren doesn’t wait, making the first move. A shark conjures up from his imagination, teeth in a circular jaw gnashing towards Red. He doesn’t back down, brushing his hand to the side with a happy-go-lucky smile on his face. A massive internal wave throws the shark off course, the undertow pulling on both his sundappled cloak and Ren’s ears. The imaginary shark dissipates into a school of colorful fish, schooling along the interface between air and water.

The smile on Red’s face changes. Glittering, innocent eyes grow sharp, and Ren tucks his tail between his legs. He...may have underestimated the little kipling. The water around him shifts forward, dragging Ren closer to the kipling. He’s trapped in the rip current, unable to swim free. Even though he can breathe underwater thanks to mimicking a kipling, it’s still terrifying. He’s within striking distance, and Red doesn’t waste a second. A flash of light, illuminating from nowhere blinds Ren, but he rebounds quick thanks to his sunglasses.

Just in time, too. Poison seeps through the water, brushing against his arm and leaving it numb. It would have paralyzed him, if he didn’t swim back. He imagines a barrier around him, his magic circle appearing briefly before turning into what he has in his head. How quickly the tides have turned, Ren forced into defense.

Water tumbles and turns Ren, his own magic devoted solely to keeping himself from harm. A shield to block poison, a rubber ball to take on the electrocution. He sloshes backwards, the tips of his ears peeking out of the water bubble. Ren lowers his shields, creating coral platforms and jumping across. Rushing towards Red. He creates a giant fish hook, slinging it around Red. She only laughs, looking down at the ornately carved hook. “I’m not a guppy, you know.”

“I know.” Ren smirks, then pulls Red forward. Grabbing hold of his arm- just long enough for the magic to settle in. “Ladies get in line.”

“Not a lady.” Red squeaks out, just in time before the hook disappears and he’s thrown back. A massive wave nearly casting Red from the water. Ren grins, rolling his shoulders and getting a feel for the new magic he’s mimicking. It’s only as strong as he is, but he knows he can make use of Red’s magic. Across the water, Red shakes his head, regaining his senses from the spin cycle. “Now it’s fun.”

Red twirls, cloak wrapping around her as a curtain. She extends her arm, and snaps her fingers. Beneath the dueling wizards, kiplings jump back as the water they command is pulled from their control. The entire sphere of water is at Red’s command, tightening inwards. Forcing Ren to flee the constricting edge. He shoves his hands out. It keeps the water directly around him from disappearing, but he’s playing tug of war with a mage much more powerful than him.

He huffs, breath and chest rising and falling. How is he already tired? Why does his throat feel like it’s closing up, his lungs pressing inwards? Why does it feel like he’s drowning, even though he can clearly breathe? He needs to win. Ren shoves his hands forward, and a tsunami pulses forward.

The kipling just barely stops the massive wave from knocking him out. It thrashes Red, pulling on his fins and hair. One arm is cut against the coral outcrops, skeins of blood dancing in the orbiting water. For a battle, that was the first blood drawn- the beauty of magic. Ren puts his hands on his hips, accomplished.

The sight of blood in the water, the scent, turns the kipling into a shark. Before Ren can realize what’s coming for him, it’s too late. The bubble reels backwards, gathering in strength and pulling on Ren. He stays rooted in place. Sharp teeth appear under a dangerous smile from Red.

Ren’s doomed. He knows that. The wave surges forward, growing and ripplings. Cresting and crashing. Right on top of him. His safety bubble pops, the rushing water sending him sprawling into the mud at the floor of the stadium. His ears flick water, gasping air and coughing up the water still in his lungs. He completely forgot about the crowd until he hears the raucous cheering around him. Water splashes beside him, and he turns to see Red plopped beside him. Smiling that innocent smiling again. They’re both exhausted, beyond what they should be, struggling to breath. Red tilts her head, shaking hands with Ren. “That was an epic fight, your magic is super cool.”

“Thanks, my dude. That was a sound thrashing. I bequeath the win to you. And I can only hope I stay on your good side.” Ren laughs, sitting up and shaking water off his hair and fur. Even though he lost, that was the most fun he’s had since Eremita.

He could go for a fight like that everyday, if it didn’t mean he felt this horrible pain in his chest, the exhaustion in his body. What’s causing this? Why does he feel so tired? Why does his skin look pale, lost of color? Why does even his clothes seem dull?

And why does his magic feel like it’s gone missing?

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