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fortunatelychaoticphantom · 6 months

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Why is the fact that Jesus and Jews were from Israel considered controversial? It’s what we’re taught at school (and for Christians - church) in the US.

I’m genuinely asking, this isn’t sarcastic. No one I know has ever disputed that fact before.

Hello!

You're referring to this post.

It's controversial because denying the connection of Jewish people (especially Ashkenazim but not only) to the land of Israel is a fundamental aspect of post-modern antisemitism.

Classical and modern antisemitism, particularly in Europe, relied on the Jewish people's foreignness to dehumanize them. It was obvious they were Not From Here, despite living there for centuries and longer, and many demanded that they Go Back To Where They Came From. And then they did.

But antisemitism didn't go away just because Israel was founded, it simply morphed, just like it had between its classical phase (centered on religious otherness, religious "crimes" and blood libels) and its modern phase (centered on race theory and economics).

Of course, right-wingers are still classically and modernly antisemitic. They usually don't bother to hide their hatred, it's pretty fundamental to their ideology and identity (though there are aspects of hiding, especially with holocaust denial). But the left has always been just as antisemitic as the right. But it has also grown in the post-modern age, after world war 2, with specific ideologies, centered around notions of humanism and the importance of human and minority rights. And antisemitism doesn't sit well with these notions, especially not after the holocaust... So something had to change. Unfortunately, it wasn't the antisemitism.

This is a classic cognitive dissonance; I feel something (hatred for Jews) that is inconsistent with my ideology (hating people based on their ethnicity is bad). In such instances you can either 1) work to change your actions (it doesn't matter what I feel, as long as I don't harm Jews, and eventually I might change my feelings for them); or 2) change your believes (Jews aren't a category worth protecting).

Now, "hating Jews" is still a big no-no in western left circles. Even now you can't actually directly say it (obviously this was true before October 7th. It seems like even these rules are changing as we speak). So westerners needed to do two things: 1) white-ify the Jewish people (especially the Ashkenazim) and 2) shift the focus on Israel.

The white-ification of the Jewish people is a major theme is western leftist circles in the past 70 years, especially in the US because of its complicated history with race and ethnicity, but it's prevalent in many other countries as well (it should be noted that Jewish people themselves have contributes to this phenomena for many reasons, but this is not the place for this discussion).

In the post-modern age, "whiteness" means "evil" and it is connected to European and western imperialism and colonization. So, essentially, they change what being a Jew is - a white person, as opposed to a Levantine person. This is where some of these people will do mental gymnastics to deny where Jews are originally from, whether denying modern Jews have anything to do with the historical ones (and many choose this route) or somehow both admitting they are from Israel but saying it doesn't matter because it happened a long time ago and then with the same breath talk about how Palestinians are the indigenous ancient people of the land (they are both indigenous, the world is just that stupid). Now, since white people are evil, they are open for criticism, especially if they are colonizers. And since Jews are white now, it makes no sense for them to live in the Middle East.

Which brings us to refocusing their criticism on Israel. Here, people have to walk a fine line between a legitimize political criticism of the Israeli government and the society itself throughout the years (and there are MANY justified criticisms...) and just being antisemitic. Unfortunately, western leftist circles tend to lean more heavily into the latter. And, again, as has been particularly evident for the last three weeks, their focus is on identifying Israel as colonizing enterprise, not just beyond the 67' Green Line, but by it's very nature of existence, since Jews are white now and don't belong there.

And now, once again, they call us to Go Back To Where We Came From (just to be very clear - Palestinians and the rest of the world are doing it as well), despite that part of the world literally saying "don't bring them here, they are not from here", like they always did, just like the post OP was sharing. Only those Europeans aren't saying "Jews are from the Land of Israel and they deserve to live there", they are just saying what the entire world has been saying for the past two thousand years - we don't want Jews anywhere, period.

They don't give a shit about where Jews are from. Some of them say we're from Europe for the sole purpose of destroying Israel. And they would gladly displace millions of Jews and send them to live again with the people who tried and nearly succeeded to annihilate us. Everyone else just don't care, as long as they can hurt us, but also refuse to accept us as their own. And trust me - if and god forbid when millions of Jews will once again become refugees, not a single nation around the world from which We Came From would take us in. Not one.

I know that people know where Jews are from, but the fact remains that huge sections of the world right now, especially on the left side of the political map, will actively deny it.

Because the truth is - the world doesn't give a shit what Jews are or are not. The world doesn't give a shit where Jews are from or aren't from. The world doesn't want Jews in Israel, and it doesn't want Jews anywhere else.

The only place the world deems the Jews to belong to is their graves.

#jewish things #antisemitism

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loukaiitis · 5 months

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Notes and Journal Entries by Kip Kinkel

A compilation of writings by Kip Kinkel. This is for informational and educational purposes only. Post is below the cut.

Disclaimer: the majority of his writing pieces (that have been released to the public) are only available in a typed transcript format, provided by PBS. Because of this, I am only able to include a few images of the original writing. This post will be updated if any new images come out!

Journal Entry by Kip:

"I sit here all alone. I am always alone. I don't know who I am. I want to be something I can never be. I try so hard every day. But in the end, I hate myself for what I've become.

Every single person I know means nothing to me. I hate every person on this earth. I wish they could all go away. You all make me sick. I wish I was dead.

The only reason I stay alive is because of hope. Even though I am repulsive and few people know who I am, I still feel that things might, maybe, just a little bit, get better.

I don't understand any fucking person on this earth. Some of you are so weak, mainly, that a four year old could push you down. I am strong, but my head just doesn't work right. I know I should be happy with what I have, but I hate living.

Every time I talk to her, I have a small amount of hope. But then she will tear it right down. It feels like my heart is breaking. But is that possible. I am so consumed with hate all of the time. Could I ever love anyone? I have feelings, but do I have a heart that's not black and full of animosity?

I know everyone thinks this way sometimes, but I am so full of rage that I feel I could snap at any moment. I think about it everyday. Blowing the school up or just taking the easy way out, and walk into a pep assembly with guns. In either case, people that are breathing will stop breathing. That is how I will repay all you mother fuckers for all you put me through.

I feel like everyone is against me, but no one ever makes fun of me, mainly because they think I am a psycho. There is one kid above all others that I want to kill. I want nothing more than to put a hole in his head. The one reason I don't: Hope. That tomorrow will be better. As soon as my hope is gone, people die.

I ask myself why I hate more than anyone else. I don't know. But my head and heart want him dead. He only knows who I am through reputation, and I know he is scared of me. He should be. One bad day, and there will be a sawed off shotgun in his face or five pounds of Semtex under his bed.

Oh fuck. I sound so pitiful. People would laugh at this if they read it. I hate being laughed at. But they won't laugh after they're scraping parts of their parents, sisters, brothers, and friends from the wall of my hate.

Please. Someone, help me. All I want is something small. Nothing big. I just want to be happy.

End. New day. Today of all days, I ask her to help me. I was shot down. I feel like my heart has been ripped open and ripped apart. Right now, I'm drunk, so I don't know what the hell is happening to me.

It is clear that no one will help me. Oh God, I am so close to killing people. So close.

I gave her all I have, and she just threw it away. Why? Why did God just want me to be in complete misery? I need to find more weapons. My parents are trying to take away some of my guns! My guns are the only things that haven't stabbed me in the back.

My eyes hurt. They hurt so bad. They feel like they are trying to crawl out of my head. Why aren't I normal? Help me. No one will. I will kill every last mother fucking one of you. The thought of you is still racing in my head. I am too drunk to make sense.

Every time I see your face, my heart is shot with an arrow. I think she will say yes, but she doesn't, does she? She says, "I don't know". The three most fucked up words in the English language.

I want you to feel this, be this, taste this, kill this. Kill me. Oh God, I don't want to live. Will I see it to the end? What kind of dad would I make? All humans are evil. I just want to end the world of evil.

I don't want to see, hear, speak or feel evil, but I can't help it. I am evil. I want to kill and give pain without a cost. And there is no such thing. We kill him - we killed him a long time ago. Anyone that believes in God is a fucking sheep.

If there was a God, he wouldn't let me feel the way I do. ....Love isn't real, only hate remains. Only hate."

Essay about love, written by Kip

"Love Sucks

No, I don't believe in love at first sight because love is an evil plot to make people buy alcohol and firearms. When you love someone something it is always taken away from you. I also would like to add that I hate each and every one of you. Because everything I touch turns to shit. I think if you think you fall in love with someone at first sight it might just be lust. Love at first sight is only in movies. Where the people in the movies are better than you. That is why you go to a pone [pawn] shop and buy an AK-15 because you are going to execute every last mother fucking one of you. If I had a heart it would be gray.

It is easier to hate than love. Because there is much more hate and misery in the world than there is love and peace. Some people say that you should love everyone. But that is impossible. Look at our history it is full of death, depression, rape, wars and diseases. I also do not believe in love at first sight. But I do believe in hate at first sight. Therefore love is a much harder feeling to experience."

Monologue written by Kip for a homework assignment. This monologue was written for the character Tybalt of Romeo and Juliet.

"But you know me, I loathe all of them. I am no longer blind in my hatred, I can see with my hate. Blood will flow until they are all dead. This was the first moment in my life where I had taken the life of another. I loved it. It dispelled all the anger and animosity I was feeling."

Note written by Kip, confessing to the murder of his parents. This was found on a coffee table in the living room of the Kinkel's home.

"I have just killed my parents! I don't know what is happening. I love my mom and dad so much. I just got two felonies on my record. My parents can't take that! It would destroy them. The embarrassment would be too much for them. They couldn't live with themselves. I'm so sorry. I am a horrible son. I wish I had been aborted. I destroy everything I touch. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I didn't deserve them. They were wonderful people. It's not their fault or the fault of any person, organization, or television show. My head just doesn't work right. God damn these VOICES inside my head. I want to die. I want to be gone. But I have to kill people. I don't know why. I am so sorry! Why did God do this to me. I have never been happy. I wish I was happy. I wish I made my mother proud. I am nothing! I tried so hard to find happiness. But you know me I hate everything. I have no other choice. What have I become? I am so sorry"

A concerning note written by Kip on a Spanish worksheet

Another concerning note by Kip

"Respect Sheet" filled out by Kip

#loukaiitis #kip kinkel #tcc #true crime #kip

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meanbossart · 3 months

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I love Izzy so much, I feel for him tremendously.

Can you tell us something about his future relationship, whatever it might be, with Grodderick? Or is it under wraps for spoilers? 👀

Sure! The details of their relationship are never relevant to the plot, it's more of a background thing that changes some very minor character interactions in ways I doubt one can predict by simply learning about it - I'll still leave it under a cut for anyone who wants to avoid it. I'll also skip certain story beats which allow their relationship to happen in the first place that are most definitely spoilers, and only talk about the actual dynamic between them and post-ANE events, so if details feel amiss, that's because they are.

So it's probably obvious that they're meant to develop a romantic relationship lol this happens after Grodderick gets somewhat "stuck" with Izzy around through certain circumstances. Izzantar, in his predicament, happens to be far more comfortable around him than anyone else because of his predisposition to feel safe around "slave" races. Now, that's obviously not a great start to any relationship, romantic or otherwise lol but it is what it is.

They grow a little closer through Grodderick's endless patience and sincere curiosity about a culture he isn't familiar with. Izzantar, despite his experiences, considers the underdark his home, he can only properly conceptualize of surface customs by comparing them to his own culture, and Grodderick is the only one willing to hear it without judgement - with the eventual wisecrack or pushback. But the way he does it is one Izzantar comfortable with.

Likewise Izzantar would probably defy Grod's own generalized negativity around the orc-ish side of his culture (and frankly be positively shocked it has any merit at all). It's a funny little game of "no, YOU have internalized hate" they keep playing between themselves by accident.

Another major point here is that Grodderick is a) the only person who sees Izzantar as an adult and b) someone who immediately recognizes him as someone with an anxiety disorder. With time he would help Izzy to calm the fuck down and not always assume the worse out of people. His company also allows Izzantar to feel more at ease in public settings in the surface as a drow, and Izzy's brazen company and completely unfiltered perspective is a breath of fresh air to Grodderick. He thinks he's funny, he recognizes and participates in his dry humor, he doesn't offend easy, and he's the furthest thing from a drow. This makes him an apt friend choice and later a romantic interest. Being hot and having cool tats helps LOL

Also they both like to partake in a little devil🌿 which is likely how their first meaningful interaction ever happens (Izzantar sees him smoking and is like "oh boy I could really fucking use some of that right now")

They probably starting fucking kind of casually. It's entirely on Izzantar to pursue him since Grodderick isn't interested in feeding a drow's ego, which is a funny interaction of its own where Izzantar just blows up frustrated that he won't make the first move, since he's used to being a very passive partner. Something along the lines of "WHY DON'T YOU WANT TO FUCK ME" probably comes out his mouth verbatim LOL they get over this non-misunderstanding quickly and Izzantar is just happy to have sex in a way that's completely the opposite of what's expected of him in the Underdark as a popular breeder. Obviously he also finds Grodderick profoundly attractive both for his confidence, smarts, appearance, and frankly his imposing presence because he's not immune to a little bad-boy charm.

I think they catch feelings around the same time as one another, and proceed to get on a long-term relationship.

Izzantar (this is post ANE and never mentioned) eventually sets shop somewhere as a jeweler. He gets a lot of business based on the fact that he's a drow and knowingly plays up the part of someone who's mystically more knowledgeable and skilled about precious stones and minerals than most because of his race (on top of his genuine talent). His bad attitude is also hysterically seen as charming drow bedside-manner and indicative of the quality of his work to wealthy clients.

He lets his hair grow out and for semi-plot-related-reasons starts passing as a female drow (also, he just likes it) Grodderick doesn't care either way. At that point they're living together and get a cat that Izzantar names Angkacha. To his despair, Grodderick nickanames it Chacha and it sticks. Izzy wants the cat to be a vicious killing machine but whenever he casts animal speak on it the cat's just like OOOO MAMA ME LOVE MAMA and he hates it (but not really, he would kill for this cat)

aaaand here's some old doodles of him from that point of his life! The last two have been uh cropped for uh reasons

#ask #izzantar godseck

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ateriblewriter · 1 year

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Obsession {2} (t.z)

a/n: ofc i had to post this on his birthday. im extremely sorry for this. i hope this lived up to the exception and hype of the first one.

warnings: blood, injury, sad

Part 1

Enjoy!

An obsession is an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person’s mind, a fixation to a troubling extent. Ever since meeting her, Trevor had been infatuated. He was caught up in the craze of love and he never wanted to let it go. It becomes dangerous when an obsession becomes known to the world.

“Mr. Zegras we need you to come with us.”

“No. I. No.” His heart raced a million miles an hour as panic and fear set in. His breathing began to rapidly increase, taking in more air than he needed at one time. His legs felt weak, nearly failing him as he tried to process just what was happening.

This wasn’t happening. No. It couldn’t. He loved her. He could never do anything to harm her. Impossible.

But nothing’s impossible.

“Please. How is she?” Jamie inquired of the doctor. He watched as the officers struggled to grab a hold of his friend. He was mesmerized at the thought that Trevor could have done something. It never crossed his mind that his friend could do something like this. Obsessed people do crazy things all the time though.

“I can’t disclose anything about Miss Y/L/N unless you're next of kin or anything like that -” The doctor was going on.

“I’m her cousin.” Jamie blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Shit. Maybe he should have said brother. It was a tricky situation he was trying to navigate. He just knew she needed someone with her since her superstar hockey player lover was currently being taken away. “The rest of her family is on the other side of the country. I’m the closest thing she has right now.”

The doctor nodded and beckoned him to follow him back to see Y/N. The medical professional told him of obvious injuries, a badly broken nose, a major facial laceration and a concussion. Jamie was told of the amount of blood pooling underneath the skin of her stomach. They were still waiting on a couple of tests to figure out the best plan of action on how to deal with it.

“Jamie? Where’s Trev?” Y/N’s eyes went wide when he approached her. She looked confused as to why her boyfriend’s best friend was there and not her boyfriend. He could tell he might not be exactly wanted at that moment. But he was the one she was going to have to settle for right now.

“He’s a bit busy right Y/N/N. How are you feeling?” A stupid question to ask. Jamie knew how she probably felt. He probably shouldn’t tell her what was going on. The revelation would do more harm than good.

“Where is he? I want him. I need to talk to him.” She pleaded, starting to get a bit worked up when things seemed to not be going her way. Jamie felt bad. He didn’t like seeing her this way. It wasn’t like her.

“They’ve taken him in for questioning. They think he may have had a hand in your attack.” The words came out like vomit. He couldn’t stop. Stupid.

“Trevor. No. He didn’t do anything. No.” Y/N coughed. Red sticky liquid erupted from her body again as monitors went crazy and Jamie was removed from the room. This wasn’t good.

Once Trevor was brought into a secluded room. He was questioned on everything that had to do with his and Y/N’s relationship, if there were any kind of fights lately, and things like that. He was asked about his profession and things that could potentially set him off on the ice.

“What happened to your hand?” The man nodded to the red mark that ran along on Trevor’s knuckle.

Trevor didn’t respond. He recalled the incident from a couple of days ago. It wasn’t anything major. Something hit his hand. The thing broke and left him with a mark on his hand. End of story.

“I’m going to give you one last chance to confess to what you did.”

Trevor was exhausted, tired and his head was killing him. He just wanted to be with her. He had no idea how to get out of this horrible situation and it seemed to only be getting worse by the minute.

“I didn’t do anything. Please. I didn’t.” Trevor couldn’t make eye contact anymore. He felt so defeated. The only thing he was possibly at fault for was introducing her to this crazy hockey world. Maybe if he had chosen to keep quiet about his relationship with Y/N this whole thing could have been avoided. The two of them could be wrapped up in each other’s arms sitting on that god awful green couch that Y/N had insisted on getting.

“Trevor, we both know that’s not true. Your car was tagged near where the attack took place. That can’t be a coincidence?” The man in front of Trevor was cut off by another stuffy looking man entering the room. He couldn’t make out what they were saying to each other since the second detective held up a folder to hide what he was saying. It must have been something big by the way the man interrogating him looked over at him.

“Y/N Y/l/N is dead.”

“No no no no.” Trevor’s hands bunched in his hair unable to comprehend what he was being told. No. Trevor wasn’t listening when the officer told him about the surgery and how there was too much blood. He started shaking his head as the tears started to roll down his face.

“There was obscure video evidence found of the attack from a building in the area. We can clearly see it isn’t you. You are free to go. I’m very sorry.”

No no no. This couldn’t be happening. Not to her. He loved her. She couldn’t be gone just like that. No. She was just here. Her heart was beating the last time he saw her. Now her body was turning as cold as the ice he skated on.

Maybe he was guilty.

Y/N was his obsession. And he showed her to the world.

I hope you guys like this! Please do let me know how much you hate me for this. Please I beg you, drop it in an ask or down below! Or if you guys have any other thoughts, comments, or complaints.

Tagging those who asked for part 2: @starsandhughes @nolanmoylee @goldenbrokenheart @equallyshaw @strangetoadroadbat @jackhughes-86 @northernvibxs @instantplaiddream @angzls @futurenhlwife @inlovewnjdevs

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #trevor zegras fic

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themarydragon · 5 months

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WIP

A not-yet-edited segment of my TotK, Zelda POV fic that extends the CWRD universe, below the cut. Working title: Still So It Flows For context, this is how I'm dealing with the continuity problems I talked about in the rant-post I just made.

MAJOR spoilers for TotK and my own WIP below the cut. I'm serious, don't click if you don't want to be spoiled.

[Set before meeting with Mineru but after arriving in Sonia's era and spending a night recovering and getting new clothes. Zelda is hesitent to speak of her era to Sonia, not wanting to damage the flow of time. Sonia, who was knitting, holds up a ball of yarn, and asks Zelda if she knits]

“Oh, you should. It really helps with figuring out some of the things Mineru talks about, with ones and zeros. Regardless, take this ball of yarn. There is an end buried somewhere in the middle, and then this end, here. And the two are connected, through hundreds of meters of fiber. You could move from one end to the other by unwinding the entire ball, or-“ she poked her finger into the middle and after a moment withdrew it, the other end looped around her knuckle “-some of us, like you, can jump from one place to another and skip the in-between. It might even be possible to move the yarn to the place you want it, but that is beyond my knowing.”

“So, your belief is that, rather than traversing backwards through the entire stretch of Hyrulian history, I hopped across a narrow point in the stream?”

Sonia smiled warmly at me. “More or less. History repeats itself. Events recur, kingdoms rise and fall and rise again. Perhaps in other realities, other worlds, the loop is longer. Perhaps there are places where the coils are more regular, the flow is a lazy river rather than a roiling ball of yarn. This, though, is the point at which creation is protected; entropy is pushed back, creation is reaffirmed, and then it happens again. And again. Endlessly, while the rest of creation whirls around us and grows and changes, we fork and split and merge and wrap back upon ourselves, every possible outcome explored on the way through.”

“And therefore anything I tell you about my future, you might have already heard, as a legend of a time long past.”

Sonia nodded at me, pleased. “When was the great flood? The seas covered the land, and the zora fled to the surface, eventually soaring through the air as they once did through the water. Countless years later, they are the rito. When was this flood?”

“The… what?”

“The zora and the rito are both here, now – are they in your time, as well?”

“They… yes. Yes, we have zora and rito both.”

“The zora yet live, so the flood is in the future. But the rito are with us, so the flood is in the far past. Do you see?”

“I… I think… I might?”

“When something is created – the rito in this instance – it becomes another ply in the yarn, another stream feeding into the river. Hylia becomes human, another ply in the yarn, and all the many events of our times are run through with this new added weight. Perhaps at one point there were no Gorons, no Zora even. Perhaps once the only race upon Hyrule were the Hylians. That makes it seem like you didn’t travel very far at all.”

“How…? How do you know all this?”

Sonia winked at me, and then flicked her tea spoon to the floor. While I watched, she frowned at it, and then it glowed yellow and rose back to its place on the table.

“You play with the flows of time long enough, you get a feel for it.”

#fanfic #loz #totk #cwrd #do not spoil totk #totk spoilers #my fic #fuck you I love the lack of continuity #wip #SSiF #Still So It Flows #Trouble the Water #Trouble the Water continuation

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bohnsky · 6 months

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Honestly after Qatar I was anything but motivated to post, so here it is for Qatar and Texas.

I literally still feel sick thinking about what the drivers had to go through just because Qatar has money. It physically hurts me. I'm honestly just glad that everyone is okay now.

That being said here are my favorite drivers 5,5 months into liking f1:

1. Alex Albon

As always, my beloved. This guy made me support Williams in the first place and now they have become my second favorite team (after Ferrari of course, because I apparently like pain). It sometimes feels like they're the only one's who really care for their drivers.

In Texas I was really stressed out like what do you mean 0,3s away from the points in the sprint race? And what do you mean 11th in the race?

2. Sergio Perez

Checo is the sweetest, I love his smile so much and it felt good to see so many Checo fans over there in Texas, not only haters. He was doing okay this week, but Lewis is getting closer and closer and I'm scared. I just need him to be good in Mexico, otherwise I'm going to quit watching F1 (I would never but please Checo please)

3. Lewis Hamilton

This was a hard decision. But I've been obsessing over Lewis again these past few weeks so he gets 3rd for now. Even though him being good literally tears my soul apart. I want him to be good, but he's a danger to Checo my beloved. I am sooo happy that Mercedes seem to get closer to Red Bull and that Lewis might have even had a chance today if the race had been just a few laps longer. But at the same time, please be worse than Checo.

Also Lewis is one of the very few men that I find breathtakingly beautiful. He is so gorgeous. And I love his tattoos. Especially his hand tattoos.

Fun Fact: My dad watched the Qatar GP with me, which was his first race ever and now he keeps refering to Lewis as the one who never makes it past turn one. Can't wait to tell him that the one who never makes it past turn one almost got Max.

4. Charles Leclerc

This was another hard decision, because I love Charles, but the past few weeks I barely paid attention to him (not because I didn't want to, but because there were so many other things to focus on, plus Uni sucks). I have thought about putting him on 5th, but who am I kidding, I love Charles too much and when he took pole I basically had the same reaction as Matt from p1. But I didn't really have time to be sad, about him losing P1 so early, because there was so much happening.

Also both Ferraris have been doing quite good, just not good enough, which is sad, but at least they didn't have any major strategy fuck-ups.

5. Lando Norris

I almost put him in 4th. This is mainly because I totally fell in love with Team Quadrant and was watching almost all of their youtube videos. Texas quali was the first time is tuned in to Max Fewtrell's watch along and I couldn't help but cheer along for Lando. And for the first half of the race I thought that there might be a chance for him to get his first win. It's kinda frustrating watching him being on the podium every weekend but never on the top step.

Honorable mentions:

Lance. He's really close to taking 5th. I might just have two 5th places next time. I might feel for him even more than I feel for Checo. And that means something. My boy passing out in the car in the middle of the race in Qatar? I literally couldn't sleep after reading about all of this. Just imagine the things that could have happened. I could cry just thinking about it. And then the dnf in the sprint race in Texas. He was doing so good and then that. But at least we got some Strollonso content and two stroints. Good race for him today.

Logan. I didn't think I'd ever say that, but Logan has kinda sneaked his way into my heart. He's nowhere near the top five but same as Checo and Lance, I just want him to have a good race for once. Qatar might have opened my eyes about him. That he was the only driver with the balls to retire for the sake of his health. And a big thanks to Williams for being so lovely. I feel like no other team would be so understanding. Sure you could say they have nothing to lose, but still. It takes some bravery to do. And I'm happy they did.

Also the Texas race was quite good, happy for Logan. Even though the rest of the weekend sucked.

Fernando. I don't know how and when it happened but I feel myself growing fonder of Fernando every day. I realized during quali when I was really upset that both Williams, both Astons and Hulk were out in Q1. So, all five of them, drivers that I wanted to see doing well. And the dnf in the race sucked so bad. Both Astons did so well and then that.

But then again, at least we got some Strollonso content. Fernando always pointing his camera at Lance is so cute.

Also him dead ass asking the team to pour water over him in Qatar might be my favorite thing ever.

Nico. Also no idea where that came from, but I realized that I have developed a huge soft spot for Nico. It started with me being interested in how he does because he's German. Then I started to genuinely like him and now I have this huge soft spot for him. It's not like he's competing for the top five though. It kinda feels like he has his own category (again, might be the German in me talking). I respect him big time, spitting facts about how shitty Haas is and frequently driving that shit box into the points. But I don't really search for content about him. Except for Hulknussen every now and then.

Speed round:

Oscar's safe (mad respect, many would have sent that into the wall) and stupid dnf. Also Loscar is kinda cute.

Alpine being sponsored by Travis Kelce. I just think it's funny how the whole Taylonso thing comes full circle now with Tay's new boyfriend basically buying Fernando's ex team.

Also Esteban just casually talking about throwing up in his helmet...

Nico Rosberg. I initially didn't like him, but he does spit facts and I appreciate that.

Yukierre. They're too cute for my little heart.

Pierre and Danny Ric. It's crazy to me how two drivers who literally used to be my favorites at some point are now totally irrelevant to me. I still like them, but in a normal way. Which is weird. I'm not used to being normal about something.

F1 acadamy slaying. And Bianca in McLaren :)

Women.

(Please can we talk about queen Susie?)

That's it for now. Give me your thoughts.

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Blood Moon AU!! Part 2 - More werewolves

Second part (continued) of my second major AU, Blood Moon AU. The nobles and werewolves basically have a race swap in an almost brand new setting.

For more info, check out my first two posts where I explained the general lore and setting of this AU (highly recommended for a better understanding):

The characters.

Ladybug: Father of Cloudy, whom he had with an unnamed werewolf woman. Many people mistake Ladybug for a dangerous, evil person due to his creepy appearance, but he’s actually a pretty nice dude. The sockets of his eyes are just very deep and people can’t seem to catch a glimpse of his irises no matter how hard they look, hence the assumption that he’s about to suck every passerby’s soul and transfer them to himself to extend his lifespan. Doesn’t help that he’s always smiling. It almost looks like he’s sneering. Ladybug doesn’t mind. He’s too old for this shit. He’d just chuckle and go along with it. He’d strike a menacing pose and bare his fangs, and they’d all run away screaming. Haha, that was fun. Felt great, might do it again.

No one knows how old Ladybug is. It seems like he’s been around since forever ago. The werewolves even call him a living fossil. He takes it as a compliment because it means he’s wise and timeless. Ladybug would be minding his own business and he’d happen to eavesdrop on some werewolves talking about an old story, and he’d spook them by appearing from behind a bush and saying “Oh? Didn’t know the things I did in my youth are being told as Mother Moon’s tales now. Care to recite from the beginning for this old man?” Once again they run away in terror. Oh, poo. Tsk tsk, young pups these days are so sensitive and can’t stand humor at all. At least his daughter understands him and fully embraces his weirdness.

Ladybug lives with his daughter Cloudy, whom he had as an old man. Cloudy’s mother is alive and well; she just doesn’t live with them. Ladybug raised Cloudy for the most part, who is very attached to him. As a retired warrior, Ladybug does farming as a hobby and grows a variety of delicious crops because Cloudy doesn’t eat meat. He breeds special types of vegetables, fruits, and grains for her to enjoy. Currently, his goal is to create the perfect crunchy, tangy sweet berry because his daughter likes those very much. He can’t wait to bake a delicious pie for her with these ingredients and see her smile.

Ladybug’s favorite color is green because his daughter’s eyes are green. It’s also the hair color of his daughter’s mother, who was his lover.

Ladybug is not your typical werewolf warrior. He is also a master of magic, and you can always count on him to know the specific spell to your specific issue if you need help from him. He can both harm and help you, if he chooses to. There’s probably even a proverb that says “if you get fleas up your buttcrack on a full moon night, Ladybug will hunt you down and cook you in a stew” or something. Yikes. Probably made up anyway. Eh, still giving it some credit because it’s a good way to scare the kids and get them to quiet down and go to bed without making a fuss. Lord Peach’s adopted daughter Rosemary is a student and fan of Ladybug. She calls him “Teacher Buggy”. He is extra nice to her because she is part of Cloudy’s core friend group and his daughter always talks about how nice “Rosie” is. Usually, he would reject those who come to him asking for magic lessons, but he gives private lessons to Rosemary. Dang, she must’ve bribed him, lol. Thanks to Rosemary, Ladybug has learned about a certain noble streamer named Zivon Tradio aka “GlitterDream KittyPaws”, who is also a magician. Ladybug isn’t his fan, but he sometimes watches his streams just to criticize his spells. Rosemary thinks it’s hilarious.

Ladybug has no other living relatives aside from his daughter.

Grub: Son of unnamed werewolves. Unlike Ladybug, who just seems creepy but really isn’t, Grub is creepy to the core. It’s just him being… him. 100% original Grub guaranteed. He’s either lying still with his face planted to the ground and mumbling to himself, which can last for hours, or he’s hyper and jumping from tree to tree and finally off a cliff. Once he even tried to dive into an active volcano. There’s rarely any in betweens. It’s okay if he gets hurt, he’ll heal up in no time. It even feels good to get hurt. Fractures, burns, external and internal bleeding, almost-decapitation… he has a new to-do list everyday. He’ll even feel itchy on the inside if he doesn’t let himself bleed every now and then. That’s what the werewolves’ superior healing is for, and he’s totally abusing this ability. He would just shrug it off when people point out to him that he’s basically addicted to self-harm. It’s just called having fun! He would then cackle and squeal and bark back and forth on a crescendo and decrescendo like a total maniac. The werewolves would just assume that he’s under Ladybug’s curse or something, because he clearly isn’t in his right mind. Oh well, it’s not like they have to be friends with him. And who knows if it’s contagious or not, so better leave quickly to be safe than sorry.

Grub’s current self has something to do with his childhood. He was born into a big family, as his parents had many children back to back, litter after litter. He’s just one of the dozens of children. Grub is a quintuplet and the runt of his litter. Initially, his parents wanted to abandon him, as it would’ve been a waste to feed him since he would just die anyway. But little Grub cried and squeaked and howled for milk, as if he didn’t know what giving up was. Then his parents changed their mind. Perhaps they ended up giving him a chance because they were entertained. Sure, they’ll be generous this one time and see how things turn out. If he dies, they’ll just eat him. They even named him Grub out of spite; crawling on the floor on his hands and knees and struggling for life just like a grub. Befitting of such a weak, unimpressive pup.

Grub was strong. He was resilient despite his circumstances. He managed to survive, but his growth is permanently stunted to this day. His childhood was less than ideal. When it was meal time, his parents left little to no prey for him, and he could only watch his brothers and sisters wolf down their dinner because he was too small and weak to even fight for the scraps. He filled his belly by gnawing on bones and whatever had been left over after his family had their share. He learned to break bones and suck on the marrow. Sometimes he’d crush and eat the bones too when he got desperate. Other than that, he’d stuff himself with dried grass, snow, and even dirt in order to stave off hunger. This is why Grub is short and small even in adulthood. Sure, he’s lean and compact, as he’s been eating well ever since he left his hell of a family and taught himself how to hunt, but his height is stuck at where it is now. He’s just a smidge taller than what would be considered a short werewolf woman. Perhaps the lack of nourishment during his vital childhood days had also done something to his brain. Either that, or he was born creepy. Or both. The werewolves are scared of him, but they also pity him. He didn’t choose to become like this anyway. Grub taking extreme measures to hurt himself is probably just his way of coping.

Grub is a warrior, but he isn’t allowed to spar without having many other warriors chaperoning the battleground because Grub doesn’t spar to train. He fights to kill. He disrespects the protocol and has no sense of honor, and won’t stop even when his sparring partner has yielded. There was a time when the warriors had to collectively restrain Grub and pry his fangs off the neck of his sparring partner whom he had defeated in a duel, because he just wouldn’t let go. He wanted to draw blood. More blood. Even more blood. To him, he’s not done until he crushes his opponent’s throat. To this day, the incident’s witnesses haven’t forgotten about all the bleeding and crying and the gruesome screams that had echoed throughout the mountains. Grub’s victim had retired from fighting ever since and went into hiding. And Grub? He never apologized.

Grub doesn’t really have any hobbies other than thrill seeking and self-harming. Maybe he just hasn’t discovered anything yet. Well, he should apply for a job as a communal alarm clock because you can always bet that he’d be screaming and howling by 4:00 am sharp. Even Mother Moon needs her beauty sleep. Grub disagrees.

Grub doesn’t have a crush on anyone as of now. Some werewolves doubt his ability to even recognize members of his pack as his own kind. Can he even see them that way? Hard to say. Grub isn’t dumb in the slightest, he’s just crazy... good for him, then.

Thank you for reading and stay tuned for future posts!

#kori’s blood moon au #noblesse #manhwa #myart #fanart #lagus tradio #gradeus

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Hi hi! Ik AO3 is down too, i wamna read fics so bad.it hurts. But i saw your post on wanting to write. So...u can choose ,Up to your likings!

Simi

Prompt:

1. Its Just a Nightmare, Its nothing real

2. A won a stuff animal for B

3. They go out on a date and one of them is sick

4. I wish we'd have more time

Charlos:

1. Can you please hold me

2. You're falling asleep on me love

3. Your hands are big, I love it

4. Come, sit on my lap

Hi,

Thank you for offering me options, it's really nice of you. 😊❤ I chose the fourth one for the Simi story. It's a bit sad-ish at the beginning because it's a conversation about death and a past medical problem but I don't do sad ending so it's happy at the end. It still made me cry though but I cry at everything so it's not surprising. (Since it's a bit longer than I planned it to be, I'm gonna post the second story in a separate post once I'm done with it. 😊)

Seb/Kimi • 1354 words • conversation about death • past heart attack • crying • old age • growing old together • fear of the loss of a partner • grandparents Simi • future female F1 driver • happy ending • Ao3 link

“You know, sometimes I wish we would have more time,” Seb said, leaning on Kimi's shoulder as they were sitting in their outdoor swing, enjoying the nice weather surrounding their home in Switzerland.

“We still have plenty of time.”

“I hope so,” Seb smiled, searching for Kimi's hand to hold it and to look at their interlocked hands, all wrinkly and old but still just as beautiful as it was when they started dating fifty years ago.

It's insane to think that it's been fifty years and they stuck together forever. Sebastian thinks about it a lot. Kimi not much. Or he doesn't talk about it. He usually just listens to Seb talking. Seb loves talking, Kimi loves listening, and they complete each other.

“Do you ever think about death?” Seb asked, looking at Kimi's face. His husband didn't look at him when he answered.

“No.” It wasn't an honest answer but Kimi didn't want to talk about this topic. It hit too close to home.

“I do,” Seb said, and then there was silence.

A long, long silence.

Kimi stared at the Alps rising in front of them, hoping for a change of topic. Seb looked at their hands, thinking about whether to tell what was in his mind.

“That day...,” Kimi was the one to break the silence to Sebastian's surprise, “That day I almost lost you. When... When...”

“When I had that heart attack,” Seb finished Kimi's sentence.

A fucking heart attack, Kimi thought, when Seb was a sportsman for the majority of his life. And then one day he almost died because of a fucking heart attack.

“Yeah.”

And then there was silence again but Seb was waiting patiently because he knew Kimi hadn't finished what he wanted to say and needed a bit of time to do it.

“I just... Hate death,” Kimi sighed, “I don't want to think about it. I already thought too much about it when you were in the operating room. Death almost took you away from me.”

“But I'm still here,” Seb said, reassuringly caressing Kimi's hand and looking at him with a soft smile on his face, “I might be a bit old and my body sometimes not working properly but I'm still here. I don't want to go. But... I do think about death. And I want to talk about it because we're not that young anymore.”

“You can talk about it.”

“I started preparing for it. Mentally. I've been preparing for it since I started racing but that was different because I was young and healthy and it was just the dangerousness of the sport that made me think about it. But now I think... Death is only scary if you weren't living your dream and you just wasted your whole life. I had the chance to live my dream and then when it was over I found other dreams to live. And I never felt like I missed out on something. As I got old—we got old, I realized that death is a part of the whole thing. We don't know when but it will happen one day because that's how it works. We are born, live, and then die. And what matters in it is how you live your life, what makes you happy, what is your passion. I still have passion; I love our bees and our little honey business. And if you live your life fully you won't fear death because then you'll know that it's natural that everything comes to an end after a while.”

Kimi looked at Seb, hesitating to say what he wanted to say. But he did say it because communication is important for a good relationship and also, they don't always have to agree.

“You weren't the one that had to experience seeing his husband almost die at home and then in the ambulance too. I was the one who had to see it and hope that I won't have to leave the hospital alone, Seb,” Kimi said, finally looking into Sebastian's eyes, “I can't think about death like it's something... Something nice and reassuring and part of life and things like that. I'm okay with my death. I don't care about it. But yours is different. You're my husband, you're my everything. It's not a part of my plans to see you leave me alone for the rest of my life. If you have to go, I want to go with you. It wouldn't be the same without you.”

And this was when tears started filling Sebastian's eyes and he really had to concentrate not to let his lips tremble and crying overcome him.

“Please don't cry,” Kimi said, pulling Seb closer, “I didn't want to make you cry.”

“I'm not, I'm not,” Seb tried to save the situation but cried anyway.

“Sorry.”

“No, it's okay,” Seb mumbled, “I just... I didn't think about it this way. Like... Losing you. In my mind, it was always that we go together and that way it was never really scary. But... It's a legitimate fear to lose your partner. Especially after what happened a few weeks ago. Sorry for ripping off the bandage and thank you for telling me how you feel about this.”

“It's okay,” Kimi said, kissing Seb's head, his hand brushing his husband's last few white-ish curls.

“I love you so much I wanna be with you forever,” Seb murmured, hugging Kimi a bit tighter.

“I love you too,” Kimi whispered, letting the tears roll down his cheeks as there was no reason to hold them back. He learned to appreciate the precious time he gets to spend with Seb and since Seb never really held his emotions back, Kimi didn't have to either. “We've survived fifty years next to each other. Forever is more than possible.”

“Grandpa Seb! Grandpa Kimi! I'm here!” They heard a familiar voice coming closer and closer. Kimi wiped off his tears while Sebastian released him from the hug. “You said you want to see me before the final round.”

“Our little Formula 2 champion is here,” Seb said, smiling at the girl, Lily, their first grandchild out of five so far. With Kimi's help, Seb got out of the swing and went to hug his granddaughter.

“Not a champion yet,” smiled Lily as he hugged back.

“But for sure gonna be one,” Kimi said, squeezing her shoulder.

“That's the goal, yeah” she nodded.

“Let's go to the kitchen,” Seb said, heading to the house, “we cooked your favorite as a good luck present before the last race. You need to have a good meal to have energy for the next week to be able to prepare for the weekend.”

“Aww, you really didn't have to do this for me.”

“We wanted to,” Kimi said, opening the door for them. They went to the kitchen and before Seb could show Lily what they made for him, Lily looked at them like she had something very important to say.

“Are you alright?” Seb asked to make sure she was okay. Lily nodded.

“Yeah, I just... I want to tell you something...,” she started, hardly able to hold her smile back, “It's a secret so please don't tell anyone but... Ferrari has offered me a test drive!” she said, wanting to jump out of her skin.

“Oh my god, congratulations!” Seb said, eyes wide in surprise, giving her a bone-crushing hug.

“They still have eyes for the talent,” Kimi noted, “Congratulations, little one,” he hugged her too, “You're the future now.”

And after this, Seb and Kimi didn't talk about the death again because they had already settled everything important about it and they had a far more important thing to do: watch their granddaughter win the Formula 2 championship and then become the first-ever female Formula 1 driver for Ferrari. She is the future and she has everything it takes to be the best. Kimi and Seb might be the past in the history of racing but they still have a lot to do in this world as they're the ones that make the future unstoppable.

#simi #seb/kimi #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 #my writing #anonymous asks #sebastian vettel #kimi räikkönen

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gunnerkriggcritical · 1 year

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I’ll share my personal story here in condensed form. I started reading the comic about 10 years ago and quickly became obsessed. I’d say at this point I’ve reread the entire thing… I don’t know, let’s say 5 or 6 times. At its peak, no other webcomic can match Gunnerkrigg for art, for story, or for character. What a stunning, spooky, subtle, complex, and deeply moving comic—and at times hilarious as well. All centered around Annie, one of the most heartbreakingly relatable characters I’ve ever encountered.

My personal turning point was The Tree. I feel like this is where some other fans would put their turning points, too. Anthony’s return brought the comic to a point I feel like it still hasn’t recovered from. Something happened at that point which slowly but surely made GKC a chore to read and keep up with, rather than a pleasure. The story now proceeds in awkward leaps and lurches rather than the patient, unfolding pace we were accustomed to for the first decade.

Nowadays, there’s no slow, careful unfolding of story. Major plot threads get resolved—or introduced and then immediately resolved (see the two Annies)—in ways that feel nowhere near satisfying or even coherent. New arcs are introduced that feel weird and tacked-on and, at worst, annoyingly unwelcome (Loup, who has never quite felt integrated into the story of the comic). The story is telling rather than showing 99.9% of the time. It’s ALL exposition. It’s like Tom is racing at full tilt towards the finish line so he can start working on something else he’s more passionate about. And worst of all, Annie Carver herself now feels like a side character in her own story. She displays few moments of autonomy or personality. She’s just kind of “girl who is there.” I don’t feel like we know her anymore. And for such an incredibly nuanced protagonist, that’s the worst crime of all.

But I might still be reading if not for two particular incidents. I usually can stay loyal to something I’ve loved despite its declining quality, but I never quite came back from the chapter where Tom seems to address reader criticism of Tony, Annie’s deadbeat-at-best dad, by having an entire chapter dedicated to how Tony is excused from being a deadbeat, actually, because he has an ambiguous mental illness of some sort, and ending with Annie looking directly at the viewer to tell us she doesn’t care and loves him anyway and she’s fine and we should all stop worrying, and then having Jones, the literal impartial observer character, agree with her.

That was my last straw. The comic was done for me after that. All my goodwill was gone. I’m honestly still enraged even though this happened more than a year ago; I could talk about it for paragraphs in another post, and I probably will. But for whatever reason I kept reading, morbid curiosity I guess?

Until I reached the point where Lana is almost sexually assaulted by elf kids. I couldn’t believe what I was reading, for so many reasons. GKC has gone so very far off the rails. I realized I was actively dreading each new page and I didn’t want to read at all anymore. I’m done, and I’ve only periodically checked in with the comic since then, each time discovering it’s gone even further off the rails than before.

It really feels like the author has clocked out. The art is no longer stunning (IMO), and the story no longer has any passion in it. It’s not unique or charming or heartbreaking or funny the way it once was. It’s just… random stuff happening. A story about robots, told robotically. At turns, unfortunately, it’s even actively offensive and bad. And for a comic that was once so special, that sucks especially much.

#gunnerkrigg court #gunnerkrigg #please excuse any typos I wrote this in notes app lol #antimony carver #kat donlan

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avi17 · 2 years

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This started off as a reblog of @hellfiredm 's post about the Duffer bros shitty interview [here], but I thought it got too long for a reblog so-

My only disagreement with OP is that I don't think Eddie didn't want to graduate- it sounds like he very much wants to, both talking at school and mentioning in the RV that he swore to make something of himself and not to turn out like his dad (who we can guess from context is a criminal, my guess is that he's in prison). Also the fact that he's repeating senior year for a THIRD time- he's already got some income from dealing and I'm sure whatever Wayne does at the plant doesn't require a high school diploma. He could just drop out, especially after the second fail, but he didn't, he wants it.

Might be me projecting but he has MAJOR adhd energy to me- partly just in his mannerisms and how he talks, but also because of the exact things you've mentioned. He is smart, but only in the things he can actually focus on. He can devour thousands of pages of books, can learn complicated music by ear in a short time, can plot out dnd campaigns and make maps and do at least enough on the fly math to run a game (if you've never played, dnd involves a lot more math than you might expect 😂). But then he's bad enough in classes about similar things- math, literature, history- to be unable to even scrape a passing grade? That's exactly adhd, where you are smart but you hyperfixate on the things that interest you and absolutely can't focus on the stuff that doesn't. And he lives in a trailer park 40 years ago, nobody is taking him in to get this diagnosed or getting him on meds. They just assume he's stupid or doesn't care. But nobody is gonna voluntarily do that shit THREE times if they don't care. He probably doesn't even understand why he can't just fucking get it together in class. Underneath all the bitching about conformity and shit, he probably feels like he's stupid and that breaks my heart. I feel like he absolutely could have graduated with the help of someone who understood what was going on and why he was struggling, and I really love the fics where that actually happens.

But yeah, those are remarkably shitty things to say about a character who more viewers have seen themselves in than maybe any other on the show. I feel like the Duffers were Mike once- they think they've been outsiders because they had nerdy interests, and maybe they were to a degree, but that's made them think they understand what it's like to be a true outsider and they don't. They've been Mike, but they've never been Will or Lucas or Robin or Eddie. That's why they've got these views that are more conservative and shitty than you'd expect, that's why this show does great with making lots of nostalgic nerdy references but then handles things like race and queerness and neurodivergency so badly.

And yeah, after Barb's "chemical toxin" and the "mall fire" and all the other craziness, you can't convince me that they couldn't have come up with a cover for this. Especially with Hopper back, and especially since the town is fucking split in half by a giant interdimensional hell crater that Eddie obviously didn't cause (even if some people thought he did with some kind of Satanic magic, that's not something you can even remotely prove in court.) He might still be guilty in the eyes of too many residents of Hawkins to stay there safely, but if he was cleared legally he could leave and have a life somewhere else. In no way was him having absolutely no future inevitable.

I'm just. They conceived him as a "tragic figure" but it's not a tragedy that he gave his life if he had no future. It's not a tragedy that he gave his life if his life didn't have worth. Fucking hell.

Let's be real, they conceived him as a sacrificial lamb for a couple minutes of tearjerking like they do every season and he totally got away from them and now they're in a dilemma because they absolutely had no plans to bring him back but they didn't realize he would be THIS loved. I think it would fuck up their preconceived story for s5 too much to have him just come back, but I am hoping for at least some cameos in one form or another. Though honestly, if they think this poorly of him, maybe they should just let him rest. :/

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things meta #Joseph quinn #stranger things 4 #st4 #fuck the duffers #first time using that tag oof xD #eddie munson meta #eddie munson has adhd #will die on that hill tbh #eddie munson deserved better

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tsarinatorment · 2 years

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Camp Half-Blood Beads

@mavie-wisegirl asked about the stories behind my bead designs in this post; there’s a lot of them so I elected to answer in a separate post rather than make that one obscenely long.

To reiterate from the original post, by all means ask questions about these, yes you may use these designs as long as you credit me, no you may not use any of the ocs listed in the original post.

Yes, I’m listing these by year. Yes, I know Rick’s gone on record saying the books are not set in any particular year, but if I didn’t assign years to these I would have gone actually insane trying to work out which kids were around when, so have some semi-arbitrary years for my own sanity.

I’ll include the canon beads just for completeness but I won’t go into any detail about them because, well, they’re canon!

A lot of these are early-days vague ideas that still need concreting; if anyone has any theories/ideas that tie in with them, I’m all ears!

I’ve preambled enough, I think, so here they are, starting with the oldest I’ve made so far (there will be three more, but I haven’t worked out those designs yet):

1995 - Half-Eaten Strawberry The strawberry fields suffered a major catastrophe; something kept eating the fruit before it was ripe, leaving them unable to sell any and provoking a camp-wide endeavour to find and stop whatever was responsible!

*****

1996 - White Rose A quest was issued by Aphrodite, sending a trio of campers out to find a particular flower she had her eye on, but was heavily guarded (of course), so she enlisted demigods to do it instead of doing it herself.

*****

1997 - Panpipes The satyrs are a much-beloved and hard-working part of Camp Half-Blood, so when the tables turned and they ended up the ones in need, the demigods rallied around their friends and protectors.

*****

1998 - Grapes The Maenads discovered that Dionysus had been banished from Olympus and that he might be found at Camp Half-Blood. The god, of course, promptly made himself scarce, leaving the campers to deflect his rabid followers before they destroyed the camp.

*****

1999 - Eye and Tooth Most demigods are at least aware of the existence of the Grey Sisters, but that didn’t make their sudden visit to Camp Half-Blood any more welcome.

*****

2000 - Chariot The last year chariot races were held before their reinstation by Tantalus, a beloved camp activity suddenly turned on its head and forbidden after a disastrous race which killed several demigods and mutilated even more (referenced canon event with no canon timeframe).

*****

2001 - Thalia’s Pine Canon.

*****

2002 - Centaur in a Dress The Party Ponies came for a visit and gave the campers one hell of a summer they won’t be forgetting in a while (canon bead design).

*****

2003 - Burning Trireme The camp decided to replace the chariot races with a seemingly less-fatal boat race instead. Unfortunately, while not fatal, the nymphs took great offence when the boats and attacks launched at the boats started polluting their river and had their revenge. The boat races will not be returning (canon bead design).

*****

2004 - Golden Apple Luke’s quest (canon event that happened that year).

*****

2005 - Silver Bow The Hunters of Artemis visited camp and stayed for a while. Unfortunately, they didn’t mix well with the pranksters of Cabin Eleven, and things got very out of control (referenced canon event with no canon timeframe).

*****

2006 - Trident Canon.

*****

2007 - Golden Fleece Canon.

*****

2008 - Labyrinth Canon.

*****

2009 - Empire State Building Canon.

*****

2010 - Greco-Roman Union The events of HOO (considering adding the Athena Parthenon to this design)

*****

2011 - The Sun The events of TOA

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2012 - Skull and Halo The events of TSATS (likely to actually occur in the same year as TOA and therefore not have its own bead, but I had OCs from this year in need of something for their camp necklace so this is a placeholder design for now).

#riordanverse #rrverse #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #heroes of olympus #hoo #trials of apollo #toa #the sun and the stars #tsats #chb #camp half-blood #tsari's art

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three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat · 1 year

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I would like to join the vision lu au please

do you think Four would maybe have a dendro vision because he's very knowledgeable and sassy?

I wanna say Wind has pyro cuz he's very passionate yk? but also anemo would work too with his [want of] freedom to be a pirate and cuss...

maybe Warriors has cryo?? he has a big heart and is very good at his craft. but he could also be hydro with his sense of justice...

I wanna say Time is cryo aswell, but he might also be dendro...

oh Twilight could def be geo. he's very stable and takes promises seriously.

Wild could prob be anemo with how free of care he is?

Legend might be electro for how hard he's fighting to keep the peace.

electro Sky? I'm hooked. and Hyrule def has a hydro vision but also has weird unexplainable abilities.

anyways, this us just my input. If you have other things planned I look forward to them!

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Four exists in this nebulous area of "what the actual fuck am I supposed to do about the vision" because you have clear elemental assignments to the colors but the majority of the time he's not split and straight up having four visions simply. Would not make sense.

Pyro Wars and Anemo Wind are decided because I'm actually posting a fic about them tomorrow (technically today) lol. Kinda wish I had thought of Cryo tho 😔

I was originally going for Geo Time because he's very stable and such. Something a bit like Noelle, actually, abilities wise. Then Dendro was suggested and I remembered I write him as a little shit lol

I'm still undecided on Legend's vision (meaning I have no idea). Electro would be good, like you said... but what about Anemo? For his dead friend, Marin? (That's a joke (actually wait that's something to consider...))

Actually... doesn't one of his medallions summon lightning? It's not really super relevant, but...

Twilight I'm almost positive I'm going to pick Electro for (some of the Twili/shadow magic in the game is kinda electricky), but honestly it could go to Dendro or Geo...

Wild was a near instant pick for Anemo. I'll admit there wasn't any deeper meaning I just thought "likes gliding" and "dead friends". Kinda funny if he just woke up in the shrine with it, because he received it right before he died, right?

(Another cool thing- Venti does have some association with the god of time, and flurry rush and bullet time are very clearly time manipulation)

I was thinking something like Kazuha's and Venti's skill, which I'm now realizing would render Revali’s Gale obsel- actually wait what's up with the other races?

We have four races (excluding Sheikah, Hylians, humans, and whatever the fuck the Surface and Termina had going on), all of which are heavily associated with an element, as well as four Champions even more heavily associated with it.

First- the Champions.

It seems unfair to just erase Revali’s hard work with the use of an Anemo vision, so if he does have one, that's not it. The other Champions, they all had their abilities at birth (well, maybe not Urbosa, but nothing in the game seems to suggest otherwise).

Daruk's Protection can't be replaced with a vision, because Yunobo has it as well (and even if he happened to have the same vision, it still wouldn't make sense). Mipha’s Grace doesn't seem like a genetic ability, so she could have had a viso-

Ok but what if Sidon felt... less than her because he never received one, and she did from an early age? We already know he doesn't think he's as good as her, so...

(Would he receive one fighting Vah Ruta? Unlikely. Could he receive one fighting Waterblight and protecting Mipha? Maybe.)

Side thing over- it's very likely Mipha’s abilities are aided by a vision, some more Hydro healing.

Another side thing- what would happen if a Zora received an Electro vision? It's a bad match, we all know that, but would they receive resistance to it as well? Or simply never use or receive one?

Urbosa's Fury... could be genetic, could be a vision, but honestly, any of them using a vision just... simply doesn't make much sense considering they can pass on the abilities.

That's a problem for future me though. On to the races in general.

Considering no nation in Teyvat seems to have a lot of vision holders that correspond to that nation's element (excluding Sumeru, but we'll forgive that lol), the same should apply to the races of Hyrule- as in, Rito aren't more likely to receive Anemo, Zora Hydro, etc- but do they get visions at all?

If Celestia = Golden Goddesses, then those three are the one bestowing visions, rather than, say, FD giving out the Pyro visions (this is an example I've not decided on anything regarding gods and elements). I've not played any of the games where the Golden Goddesses are more prominent, but by botw, there's simply not much sign of them outside the Great Plateau, a primarily Hylian occupied place (presumably).

Of course, I could be wrong (I likely am), but Hylia seems to be the only truly worshipped god, especially in places such as Zora's Domain and Rito Village.

Presuming in other games that the other races do worship the Golden Goddesses alongside/instead of Hylia, and thus do receive visions, would they be scarcer in botw overall? Is worship of the GGs something you must do to receive a vision?

ACTUALLY Hyrule isn't from Hyrule at all. What about other countries, such as Holodrum, Labrynna, and Hytopia, or other worlds, like Lorule and the Twili Realm?

Back to Genshin- Khaenri'ah is a godless nation, presumably (excluding Kaeya) they don't have visions. Enkanomiya was also separated from the gods and Celestia (except for the hypothetical Istaroth), and there's no sign of visions there either- of course, Celestia seems to occupied solely by dicks, considering the, yknow, genocide and three celestial nails-, and the GGs seem like absent but caring gods, so for simplicity's sake, yeah, they don't give a shit about it. (Sorry for Genshin lore dumping on an lu post lol)

So, as now established, the GGs don't give a shit and other races receive visions, places on the same geographical map (Labrynna/Holodrum/Hytopia (I think Hytopia is, anyway)) should receive visions regardless who they worship as well, although considering the oracles Din, Nayru, and the unfortunately excluded Farore, Holodrum and Labrynna seem on board with the GGs. Hytopia, I, uh, have no clue

BUT- what about Lorule and the Twili?

I'm not super sure about what the hell is up with Lorule (I did just do a brief scan of its page though), so what I'm about to say is probably riddled with inaccuracies and/or obviously stated things

They have their own (now destroyed) Triforce, their own Sacred Realm, and I've even heard the name Lolia tossed around, which I'm assuming is not, actually, a real person

With this evidence, I now present to you:

Lorule isn't a mirror of Hyrule but rather a completely parallel dimension with a similar but altered history and geography

(Also- is any of this relevant anymore? Fuck no! But I'm having a lot of fun!)

Working off this- they have their own GGs, who in turn have their own system of visions. The same 7 element system and the associated reactions, but different traits. Pretty simple, reall-

Would Legend's vision work there?

His vision, filled with elemental power bestowed by his GGs, could it work in a land completely separated from them?

Uh. I don't know. If I try to talk about this it will probably be several more paragraphs. Short answer- problem for future me

OVER TO THE TWILI- they are a separate, but still attached to Hyrule, place, but what does this mean for the GGs and their influence?

(Also- I had an idea for the Abyss and Twili magic- please do not ask about this unless you want more useless information)

The Twili show no signs of worshipping the GGs or Hylia (or even other gods, such as FD and Majora); in fact, it seems like the sols are actually sort of their religion (if I'm remembering correctly).

The Twili would, hypothetically, take the place of Enkanomiya here- separate from the gods, no influence from them whatsoever.

(Well, actually, Enkanomiya is like, super fucking old, predating the archon war and presumed appearance of visions, and separated from the rest of Teyvat willingly (?) when Celestia came into power, and the Twili were banished, but that's not relevant (also don't take my word on any Genshin lore my memory is shit), and also Istaroth (?) a god (??) was present there (???), so. Yeah.)

For simplicity's sake, yeah! Twili can have visions! However, as evidenced by this entire fucking post, I don't like simple things! Time to fuck around and find out!

Presuming the Triforce is connected to the GGs power, yes, they still have influence in the Twili Realm, because Ganondorf was able to give Zant some of his power that he received from his piece, so, yes! They have visions!

Ok, though, but what after Midna shatters the mirror?

Presuming her statement of seeing Link later was not just to make him feel better, or a simple farewell, then yes. There is another way to the Twili Realm, and thus they still have visions.

But if it was the only way... no. They do not have visions after she shattered my heart- I mean, the mirror.

But, these are the Golden Goddesses we're talking about! Creators of everything under the sun, and the sun too! They can still reach it, I'm sure!

So yeah. They have visions. Always have, always will.

I think that covers everything- for now, at least. Who knows what will set me off next time

Anyway, it is... late. I've been typing for nearly an hour and a half, and I'm not going back over all this crap. I've slowly gotten more unhinged over the course of writing this, as I'm sure is quite clear.

Hope this all makes sense, if, yknow, you actually read this far lol

#sorry for typing a whole fucking essay anon #this is how i plan #*cough* you can join my discord and ask me there for real time ramblings *cough*#mb and anon scream about hats #lu boys with visions #linked universe #mb's writing #saving for later

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apollo-gate · 1 year

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What I've done so far well...

I am at a point where the story diverges. A lot is going on. Now some wonderful but awful things kinda happen. You get to meet two more people. One is very very important. And three others through a Pov. Who knows what you get to learn.

Then we get to stop some Villans. Now I know the names are on the nose. Look I'm not good with certain things and hero and villain names are just one of those things... So these 6 villains. You get to pick who you face. Happy dance. (Unfortunately this I'm still working on. Just need to finish writing when I get some motivation.) But I'd like to say you get to pick who you are temporally around during the little encounter. This will in turn beg the question does this increase your relationship. Well yeah but no flirts yet as this a dire moment but who to say you don't get to afterward.

Now when this happens some people won't be a choice as they are away or needed somewhere else for the plot. Let's see hmm oh a major choice will come up. And what you pick will change some of the future so be careful.

Now to those who want to know these villains. I might do a separate post on them. Or I might just let you wonder what I've come up with.

But I will say my favorite ones won't be brought up till later. But one does get mentioned. (I almost made this woman a RO but stop myself. Because the story would need to be written differently. So close.)

Also. I'll do another post about Naamah and Devora. I've written something to give me a look into Naamah. So will share it when I can but this will be rough so please forgive the bad grammar.

Also, meant to say this but I had something come up.

Naamah is a shapeshifter so what she likes to do is change her skin tone or even how it looks differently. this is every few weeks but as I stated before she has features that stand out.

So some of the races she looks like on a whim This is taken from DnD races or just fantasy in general. (Not in any order. As these are her favored ones.) But the spoiler one she never and I do mean never shows another person this form.

Yuan-ti Pureblood. (I know snakes.)

Demon (A bit obvious but she really enjoys this one.)

Beastkin (This will be a wolf or a cat) and a few others as well.

Spoiler

The last one is her true form. so sorry. but you get to see it later. This is if you decide to be a full-on best friend or romance her.

Now she will be human at first. But she will start to shift. the features will be a slow showing.

In the other story, I'm writing these four are more prominent as well as other fantasy races. I won't say any more as it will be a spoiler for that story plot.

#little update #NaamahRO

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defeatsthem · 9 months

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“📔” FOR MJSEFF I AINT EVER SENT SOMETHING SO FAST

TW for anyone that might read this, as this extremely dark au has already been discussed with @twotonesoffun. Read this with the utmost caution.

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: depression, suicidal thoughts and ideation

This takes place after Max's surgery and beyond. All he could do with his free time was mull over every stupid thing he'd ever done or said in his life.

Day 1:

Yesterday you left. I don't blame you for it one bit. You should've left. Matter of fact, you shouldn't have ever even shown up at the hospital at all. I keep staring at the bottle, the temptation to grab a fistful of pills and just end it right here is so tempting without you here. This house is so bare and I never realized how empty it was until your laughter wasn't here to fill it.

Day 13:

Thirteen days post-surgery. My knee still hurts like a fucking bitch. I won't lie, the worst part isn't getting out of bed by myself or having to resort to an in-house nurse in the meantime to take care of me now. It's humiliating. My fingertip keeps hovering over your name in my contacts, wanting to send a message but I don't dare to. Instead, I just open the video of me fucking that blonde woman to remind myself why I hate myself. Still, the temptation to take all those leftover painkillers lingers. I dunno why I haven't done it yet.

Day 42:

Physical therapy is getting easier, I guess. I can finally get off crutches in a few weeks but... whatever. It's been three weeks since the New Year holiday came and went and I can't believe it's been nearly a year since Seth and I hooked up at that rest top for the first time. I still remember how he felt... how I felt. It's forever engrained in my brain no matter how many times I wanna just forget about him because I'm ninety - nine percent certain he's forgotten about me already. I really need to stop directing this journal to him so maybe with this entry, it'll force me to.

Day 99:

Fuck, I miss you. I almost sent a message to you today, asking you how you were as if you'd even fucking respond. I at least finally flushed the rest of my meds down the toilet finally. They were burning a hole in my chest every single fucking night sitting on my nightstand. It was hard to discard the only thing you'd ever race to see me for. Fuck, I'm writing about him again when I said I wouldn't.

Day 273:

Nine fucking months. I was told I'd be out for an entire year but I'm a damn machine apparently. The past nine months have been an absolute mindfuck, but weirdly enough, it was necessary. I had to be on the brink of killing myself to see what I really wanted out of life. All I want is for him to be by my side again. Luckily, after getting some insider knowledge, I was able to find out where RAW is tomorrow night. I'm gonna go see him again. I can't be caught by security or talent otherwise I'll be kicked out immediately and probably arrested for breaking and entering into his bus but... at this point? I don't have much else to lose.

Day 274:

I'm burning this motherfucking journal right away tomorrow regardless of what happens in the next couple of hours. No one can know I even did this shit or sounded like such a whiny teenager bitch, okay? I can hear his music playing and I'm watching the show, sipping back an IPA from his fridge. The same kind that was in there the first time we met. He never changed, did he? He shouldn't. I can also smell that body wash he loves lingering throughout this entire thing. I don't dare make a sound since his driver is right outside, mingling with the crew. [THREE HOURS LATER.] I can hear his music playing again. He must've done the dark match after the show. At least it gave me some more time to get mentally prepared to see him again. I feel nauseous. Maybe I shouldn't have come...this was so fucking dumb of me. Shit. I hear his voice outside... here goes nothing.

#* answered.#// would tag appropriately but i don't want this in max's tag lmfao

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