#conflictu

[rausule]

Conatus subversio ducum militarium Russorum a Prigozhin Kremlin permisit habere litmum experimentum fidelitatis aliquorum circulorum defensionis et politicae Russicae: Surovikin solum est eminentissimus et notissimus exponens id quod ad omnes effectus est. parvum deiectionem, quae tamen magnam differentiam habet ad remotionem odiosorum ingenia e potentia missionis comparata. Re vera, Kremlin, cum decisionem generalem "ad dispositionem" relinqueret, eum a ordinibus non feriret, demonstrat adhuc habere duces militum in re militari niti singulari momento in historia Russica, quae in conflictu repraesentata est. in Ucraina, quae facultates humanas et materias absorbet, quae Russia magna difficultate compensare procurat.

Etiam magis, praesidentia indiget ad ordines mundi militaris et indolis Surovikin sicut Surovikin eximi non potest ab scaena tout curia, sicut adhuc utilis esse potest ad bellum et politica proposita: generalis enim vir magnus est. experientia (et flu).

Successor eius Viktor Afzalov primas suas in mense Iulio die 10 palam fecit dum nuntiavit Magistro Defensionis Staff Valery Gerasimov in specie televisifica, quamquam in vi aeris munere CSM per quadriennium functus est.

Afzalov, anno 1968 natus, e Pushkin Scholae militaris anno 1989 lectus est cum specializatione in electronicarum aeris defensione et in 2000 academiam militarem deduxit, deinde anno 2010, academiam militarem generalem Staff virium armatorum frequentavit. Foederatio Russiae. Mense Iulio 2017, ex decreto praesidentiali, praefectus Vks et aeris defensionis Districtus Militaris Orientalis constitutus est, mense Augusto 2018 locum principis virgae accepit. Mense Octobri 2022 , Afzalov praefectus copiarum in zona operationis militaris speciali designatus est, et mense Ianuario 2023 legatus praefectus factus est.

Afzalov institutio respondet necessitati Surovikin removendi e scaena publica - ut mox obliviscatur - et punctum communicationis externae habere referatur, propterea veri simile est quod munus eius efficax erit.

Afzalov phantasma esse videtur: nihil notum est de vita privata, magistratus retia socialia non habet, numquam colloquia media dedit et numquam informationes divulgavit de familia sua. Ubi natus est nec purus praesent.

Eius profile est igitur illius hominis, qui non placet arcu, reservata ac fugax, quae eum facit perfectam indolem ad munus solius oratoris, qui post purgationem Surovikini ad ordinationem militarem restituendam inservit, ideoque; Verisimile est, cum praesidentia novum ducem constituat, in oblivionem deficiet.

Ex parte aeris in conflictu operationum, quod factum est, non habebit quascumque repercussiones, sicut scimus eas maxime consistere in imperio terrestri, quo instrumento aeronautico utitur secundum necessitates operationes. Re quidem vera consentaneum est VKS generales operationes ab Afzalov non decerni et administrari, sed a duo Dronov-Golovko, respective copiis aeris et spatii praefecto, sub rigore Defensionis Generalis. Rebellio Prigozhin re vera a summis ducibus militaribus in potestatem armatorum apud Kremlin induxit, quae, ut scimus, inseritur decernendo de bellicis rebus.

Nunc praedicere de quis Surovikin in praeposito Vks substituere possit et locum Afzalov in interim fundamento capere, difficilius est ob tenuitatem internam condicionem, at si nomen haberemus, nomen haberemus viri ornatissimi Andrey. Dyomin, praefectus current copiarum Air et missilium Defensionis et Deputatus Praefectus Virum Aerospace

Dr De Beer

#conflictu #afrikaans #south africa #militarium Russorum #Afzalov #Afzalov phantasma

[momoiro-hime]

Ruler of my Heart  | Do NOT repost or use without permission.    

#my art #alien stage round 5 #alien stage #mizi #sua #ruler of my heart #alnst #alnst luka #luka #artists on tumblr #artist on tumblr #alien stage fanart #alnst fanart #vivinos #studio lico #I AM OBSESSED GUYS #I WAKE UP I HEAR LUKA'S VOICE #I live for suaxmizi but HAH I LOVE THEIR MIZI AND LUKA'S CONFLICTUAL RELATIONSHIP #I don't ship them at all but hhhhh the rage #the hate #how he teases her #yeah I love how these humans have such different moral values and it's so well shown in the video #and their voices are just perfect #lyrics too #because yeah 'make me your god i can give you everything' is so on point

[kyouka-supremacy]

Not someone who ships popular ships not someone who hates popular ships but a secret third thing (doesn't ship the popular ship but still roots for it because all their friends ship it)

#Rip to all the skk / sskk conflictuality but I'm different. I'm kissing skk shippers on the mouth #bsd #bungou stray dogs #mine #q. #10/04/23

[punchandspade]

Is it too early to think about the first thing Adam does at the lake is pulling Leo into a hug because he's scared and that's the only thing that can calm him right now?

#spatort #tatort saarbrücken #adam schürk #leo hölzer #it's not even 8 in the morning #and i already have devastating feelings #their relationship is so conflictual but i'm convinced adam is actually completely lost #and doesn't know what he's doing #he's just improvising all the damn time with whatever happens to him #there's no master plan and he's a bit dumb so he makes stupid decisions #we love you adam now stop being stupid please

[thebusylilbee]

im currently balls deep in my 2014 dashboard thanks to those timetravel dashboard links and just so people who got here later understand, this exchange I just saw from 2014 is basically something that used to happen every day on here :

#like it was such a weird much more conflictual time #today someone who leaves this on a random gifset would be such a weirdo #bee tries to talk #tumblr history

[barnbridges]

having fights started with me and then being told im bad because i yell at people when im being aggressed is why i think bunny corcoran was right to bully the greek class and why they also were morally obligated to kill his fucking ass.

#if you start shit with ME i will fucking break down and then break your bones and chew and fight #and be a deeply terrible person #i WILL escalate #dont fucking try with me #(i will get my ass beaten because innerly im not a bad person im just conflictual)

[jokerownsmysoul]

a dance for your existence

Summary: you and Arthur are getting ready for bed when midnight strikes and his birthday officially starts. Though there's a upcoming celebration ahead of you, you don't miss the chance to show him how special and loved he is.

Warnings: none.

Words: 3800

Notes: I didn't manage to develop a more in depth piece to celebrate Arthur's birthday the way I wished, this story came to me while falling asleep the night before and I kinda just blurted out my feelings into it without much of editing and a bit written in haste. I just wanted to post something to celebrate. ❤︎ I really tried to have it ready by 21st of November, but as he sings to us, that's life. I think he would still appreciate the loving thoughts, even if a little belated. The sentiments are relevant every day, no matter what day is, after all. ❤︎ Happy birthday, Arthur. 💋🌹

You and Arthur knew that it was time to get ready for bed as soon as the closing credits of the romantic movie you've just watched started rolling off on the television screen in front of you.

You were tangled up beneath the cocoon of a warm blanket, and the thought of leaving the cozy bliss of his embrace wasn’t exactly appealing.

“She should've stayed with him,” you commented bitterly, rubbing your bare feet against Arthur's under the blanket in seek of some fleeting comfort before one of you would pull the other out of the bed.

“Yeah. But I understand why she didn't. She wanted to follow her dream and see the world.”

You angled your head in within his arms, cocking your head up to him. “If I was her, the only world I would need to see is you by my side every day,” you let him know. “I could never give up on a life with you. You're my world.”

Arthur pecked your lips, a tender, reassuring smile on his face while his forefinger grazed your chin. “You'll never have to. I want to have you here forever.”

At the familiar spark of your smile, Arthur quickly slipped out of the blanket and reached the side of your bed, bowing at your feet with a sort of gentleman-like theatricalism of a real old fashioned mime, managing to make you laugh as planned as he stretched out his hand, waiting for you to take it.

A soft chuckle left his lips when you pouted, simulating the same amount of theatricalism as you struggled to adjust to the cold emptiness that he left on the side of his bed.

“Time to get ready for bed,” he coaxed you with his soft-spoken, raspy voice at your implied plea to get back under the covers with you. He was much braver than you to leave the warm and cozy nook you've shaped together since after dinner; and frankly, after the bittersweet ending of the movie you've just watched the only thing you wanted to do was to hold him. The certainty that you had all night for that made you scoop yourself up.

His grip led you both to the bathroom once you held onto his hand to wrap up the last steps of your bedtime routine and return to the comforting warmth you sought; more the warmth of his arms draped around your waist in familiar manners than the comforter’s itself.

Getting ready for bed with Arthur was a daily routine that he managed to turn into a small but big adventure every night, and often felt like watching a movie of your day. You tossed your working clothes left on the tiled floor since afternoon when you've taken a bath together into the laundry basket at the opposite corner of the bathroom, wiped away any trace of lingering makeup (whether it was the most persistent patches of white paint on his jaw or unseen lipstick marks on the chapped corners of your lips) and moisturized your hands, making sure Arthur’s hands were taken care of as well as you applied a dab of lotion on his knuckles before you peeled yourselves off your homely clothes, craving to get into your pajamas.

The faucet was running low from the bathroom sink as Arthur looked for dental floss when you headed to the bedroom to get into your pajama and grab a clean pair of socks for him. You knew he wanted to sleep on them at night and you always liked to make sure his exhaustion didn't make him skip this step. You liked to know that his feet were kept warm throught the night.

When you stepped into the bedroom, clues of how you've spent your evening coated any corner in front of you, shaping a movie like the one your bedtime routine did. The static TV left on at the foot of the bed that painted the bedroom ambience of its bluish glow, the unmade bed where the blue blanket crumpled by your cuddling laid in the middle, your empty cups of hot chocolate with sprinkled cinnamon resting on each respective bedside table. They were all reminiscences of your Sunday evening about to be covered snuggly beneath your dreaming eyelids, to turn into treasured memories and be locked in your heart with a special key.

You quickly changed into your pajama before you reached Arthur’s bedside table. You were about to open his linen drawer when the red neon-flashed digits of his alarm clock caught your eye.

It was 00:24 am, on the 21th of November.

Enthusiasm swept you off your feet as you realized that midnight struck; otherwise a ordinary thing, but not today. Today was the day when it meant something a lot more special.

You waited for Arthur to come back. Minutes rolled on slower than usual until finally you heard the bathroom light being clicked off and the quiet padding of his feet, just a few seconds before Arthur walked through the bedroom door barefoot and covered in only his underwear and white undershirt. You loved this bedtime look on him.

You rushed to him the second you saw him and crashed your lips to his, your nose nudged eagerly against his. If it weren't for Arthur who was so fluid in his movements that moving for him was like following innate steps of an eternal dance, your enthusiasm would surely have made him lose his balance, and you along with him as you circled your arms around his neck.

Toothpaste and the irresistible familiar taste of his mouth filled your tongue as you kissed him with unrestrained passion for minutes on end, your toes curling until a low gasp gave away your need to catch some air.

“What was that for?” He asked as he took a deep breath, a sweet, hazy smile blossoming in rosy-dimpled cheeks while his eyes sparkled bright at your inexplicable giddiness.

“It's officially your birthday,” you enthused with a coo, indicating the time signaled on the alarm clock.

“Oh,” he let out with a bashful laugh, sincerely flattered but with less enthusiasm than you. It was okay though. You had all day ahead of you to show him how special it was; the rest of your life to show him how special he truly was, too.

An idea suddenly ignited itself in your mind, driven by your everburning enthusiasm and love for him before you withdrew just a few steps away from him.

It was never too early to start celebrating.

A birthday cake was taking a nap in the fridge unbeknownst to him, a handmade knitted sweater to keep his body warm and a handwritten letter to keep his heart even warmer wrapped in shiny envelope were waiting to be revealed by his gentle hands, and a path of surprises thoughtfully thought-out only for him was kept hidden from him so far successfully, awaiting him to be shared with you and make him feel cared for.

But once you got so lucky to meet the stroke of midnight, you wanted to start and prolong the Arthur Day as much as you could. There was always time for one more gift, for one more celebrating moment. He deserved it all.

Arthur’s brows knitted together in quizzical amusement as he kept his gaze firmly on you, trying to figure out what were you up to.

He laughed as he watched you simulate the familiar steps he used to follow and that you’ve memorized from all your past shared dances to improvise a failed attempt to bow, before you stretched your hand out to him as much smoothly as you could get. The steps may be coming from his teachings, but the elegant grace they carried on him every time was definitely lacking on you; it made it all more intriguing.

“May I have this dance, Mr. Fleck?” You asked flirtatiously, batting your eyelashes.

Arthur had taught you that everything had a peculiar twinkle if started with a dance, especially if the partner was him and the love this dance embodied was yours. There wasn’t really anything that a dance could not initiate and let the fun begin with the memories to make together.

“You may, ma’am,” he played along and took hold of your hand, completely flattered in the way he smiled at you oh so sweetly. The familiar, seductive hints in yours voice tickled his lower belly and his toes, ready to fly into a dance as a pair of wings.

Rather than guiding your hands to rest around his neck as you did oftentimes, they drifted lower to land on his waist. “Let me lead you tonight, sweetheart,” you said in a hushed whisper as your hands drew him close to you.

His crow’s feet crinkled before your reverence as he leaned in. He nodded eagerly, enthralled and curious, and melted into your embrace with undoubted trust in his enamored gaze as he let you guide you both into the first few dance steps.

His experienced moves begun to accompany yours pretty quickly as you started a quiet back and forth, a steady focus on how and when to move your feet. With a partner like Arthur music was one of the main characters of your dancing, but not inherently essential in each of them. Like many other times, tonight you danced to the beats of each other’s heart, brimming with unconditional love for one another as you guided his hips in a gentle rocking. You searched for his eyes, wanting to focus on every little expression on his features, hoping that you were getting it right.

You felt a little tentative in this different role you weren’t used to take, but surprisingly also a lot more confident than what you expected, as you centered yourself in the familiarity of how your fingers molded to the well-known curve of his waist and how his arms around your shoulders felt, emboldened by the desire to hold him close the way he held you all the time.

Suddenly it didn’t seem all completely new to you, after all. The roles may be inversed, but it was always Arthur and you, dancing barefoot in your bedroom in the middle of the night.

There was happiness in his smile and the way his endearing green eyes gaped at you as he followed your steps without any doubt or fear, letting you know that he would follow you wherevere you would go, and the grasp of his touch holding onto the spots of your skin left bare was warm. It made you realize that getting it right wasn’t so important for him as long as it was you to hold him and make him feel so seen and desired.

Every time Arthur would sway to himself or would pull you into a dance he had this innate gift of originate a fairy tale dimension all around, making you feel over the moon even though your feet were firmly solid on earth. Every melody rooted deep within him went exposed into blossom, enveloping you in a space that spoke of timeless enchantment and freedom.

To get the sense of magic that Arthur so easily achieved whenever he let his body get lost in a dance was practically impossible, and truthfully, you didn't even want to. Somehow, the ever-present sophisticated flare inside him was coating every little step out of sync of you, intermingling together in a perfect match of Arthur and you, that wasn't imperfect at all.

You shifted your weight on the other leg and raised one of your hand out, gesturing him to take the offered hold as you tried to switch position. He took the offer and one of his hand went to join yours up in the air while the other rested on your shoulder as you continued to lead him into a improvised slow waltz, your bare feet sliding and dragging themselves on the cold floor or the bedroom in familiar patterns, a brief feeling of warmth whenever yours would touch his own. You hoped this dance was a perfect start to make his day worthy of thoughts and memories that were good and joyful, a kind of gift born musical only for him.

The neon-blue fluorescence coming from television bathed his beautiful face, dipping into his dimples like liquid silver blue, polishing the apples of his cheeks, the spot of light on the roundness of his nose, his heavy brows. Around you there was a bubble of light that more than resembling the moonlight, this time resembled the artificial light of the spotlights. In your bedroom, as your bare feet chased one another in a clumsy slowness, you felt like you were on a stage the moonlit blue color of the night sky. While your movements pulled Arthur into this enchanted moment, you thought it was exactly where Arthur was supposed to be. With you, under a private spotlight created by the glow of your souls chasing one another in a never ending interweaving.

It suddenly dawned on you that the steps you created together, no matter how uneven you executed them, were a prolungation of you and therefore much more beautiful than any other already constructed one; personal steps of a sole path made by you to guide Arthur to your heart.

You were basking in this wonderfully imperfect asynchrony when in a bolder flourish you secured your hand around him and dipped him low, in a way definitely less smooth than Arthur’s when he was the one to lead, but you made it work.

A sudden gasp that turned into a enamored laugh burst from his lips as he fell backwards beneath your careful guidance, infecting your own laugh that went to echo in the stillness of the night along with his own. You were happy to know that no matter who took the lead, every dance of yours would begin and end with laughter still.

You watched him from above secured safely in your hold, how the stray curl perpetually on his forehead had fallen backwards. Your eyes bore together, telling unspoken declarations of how much you loved each other before you pecked his nose. You were already missing the sight of his endearing features up in the night light when you pulled him back up, strategically lifting him in a way so that his lips crashed into yours as soon as his body rose in a upward twirl flush against you, ending this yearned collision in an unexpected kiss.

Your uncontrollable laughter prevented your lips from connecting once his sense of surprise faded into a intoxicating craving for you and he brought his focus on your mouth, kissing you in a kiss that was all teeth and lips that could barely touch between chuckles.

“I fancy you,” you purred into him when you pulled slightly back, nuzzling his nose with yours and applying a discrete focus on your movements to keep the beat of your funny dancing steady. “You're so pretty. I want to eat you up.”

He let out a incredulous, bashful snort you didn’t hear since your first dates that dared to make your legs go weak. “Then do it.”

He joined his lips with yours again, and this time there was nothing to stop you mixing your flavors while his tongue moistened yours with ardor. Lots of time kisses was the one way to go when nothing else was enough to express your feelings. You would understand.

The passion settled in this breathless kiss made both of your feet slow down a little as your mutual desire took over, the waltz now taking the hint of what felt more like a gentle sway.

The moves your lips followed onto one another was another common dance occuring between you that you’d never get tired of. Everything with Arthur felt a lot like dancing. He had a kind of music inside him that was all his own and used to beat solely to the tune of his soul – and yours, – so it made sense that no matter what he was doing, it would find a way out through him to sparkle and envelope you.

Your breath stalled in your throat as you watched him watching you when he pulled back. You could never put into words how much it meant to have him in your protective hold, to know that his heart belonged to yours.

His skin smelled like moisturizer; he must have smeared some on his cheeks that every day had to be covered in grease paint. His hair was slightly greasy, shaping into soft curls to graze the top of his white shirt, and his lips, polished in relaxed bliss, damp of your saliva and so beautiful, made you want to kiss him forever till you last breath.

The woman who wins your heart must be so lucky, you’ve thought to yourself the first time you saw him, long time ago. He’d entered your heart instantly. Something about him spoke to your heart that he was special. Soon, and definitely very easily, he’d proven you right. You would’ve never imagined that this woman was going to be you.

“Thank you,” you said instinctively in a hushed whisper, voice heavy and full of inexpressible feelings cut through the silence of the night. Every time you tried to express them they didn’t really reflect fully what you wanted to capture in the first place, but you kept trying. For him.

“For what?” He asked softly.

“Just for existing. And for sharing your existence with me,” you spoke with ease, as if it was the most obvious thing to give as an answer; it was for you. You lowered your eyes for a moment and nuzzled his jaw, feeling exposed at the openness of your nightly confession before quickly locking your eyes back to his. His gaze was tender and patient as he waited for you to speak. “Not a day goes by where I'm not grateful that you exist. I’m happy to be able to celebrate your existence with you. And not just on your birthday, but every day.” You dared to unlace the grip you had of him during this shared dance so that your hand could rake through his brown locks, grounding yourself to the nape of his neck. “Every day lived with you is worthy of celebration.”

The soft look he gave you was sweet and understanding, letting you know that he felt the exact same way. “I like this day a little bit more if you’re with me. And…– and my life,” he confessed. “I like to exist with you.”

You knew that the so called right words for something, anything, didn't quite exist, but some of them fit more than others into a declaration, and he couldn't find any right now. He didn't know what to say exactly to let you know that your presence in his life was slowly smoothing the sharp edges of every bad memory of his past, sheathing them with kinder and more loving ones filled with laughter and a kind of romance he didn’t know was possible to find for him. But this time, like many other, you understood him even without further words.

He brought his fingers to your face, and your eyes fluttered close as he stroked your cheek with his typical gentleman’s manner. You leaned into his touch and looked at him through your lashes, a little lazy as you blinked and brought your hand to cover his own, and you both realized that this time it was really the time to go to bed.

He gave you one last tender kiss, and while your mouth buttoned with one another his lips on yours led you to the bed where you fell blindly with a shared giggle, too busy to taste each other just a little more before pulling away.

You continued with your bedtime routine a few minutes later. Arthur folded the blue blanket in the usual spot at the foot of the bed and pulled his pajamas pants on, while you finally could grab that pair of clean socks for him that had led you to discover the beginning of his birthday. He took them with a quiet thank you and rolled them at his ankles. Those were the quiet and simple moments typical of the end of a day where you wrapped up the day past to welcome the one ahead of you. You were already longing to celebrate with Arthur. It was going to be very difficult to fall asleep, considering that your eagerness and a little bit of lingering nerves were starting to grow as the minutes marked by the alarm clock went by.

You lifted the covers on each side of the bed and met in the middle of the mattress where you snuggled up close, happy to hold each other till the morning light would break in.

“Happy birthday, Arthur,” you told him as you laid face to face, heads framed by your hand-in-hand pillows. He responded with a sleepy hum and a intoxicating smile. You would’ve liked to go grab a sole candle and let him blow it out on a last-minute midnight snack as a extra nightly celebration to accompany the gift of this dance, but he was getting sleepy, and you wanted him to get the sleep he needed. You held onto the certainty of what would happen in a few hours when he would feel enough rested, of thirty-five candles blew out on a homemade birthday cake and stolen moments to express how happy you were to celebrate your favorite person in the world, and grateful that this person was Arthur.

You pulled him close to your chest and cradled him into a warm embrace, caressed his hair and listened to his quiet breathing as he slowly gave in to a needed rest and his eyes closed. “Goodnight, my love. We got a special day ahead of us. A special day for my special one.”

You’ve planned every detail to make this day as special as Arthur was, that would start as soon as you woke up. It had to be perfect, because Arthur was perfect to you. Yet none of this felt enough for a special man like him who, frankly, deserved to receive the moon wrapped in a lasso with a red bow and a spotlight-drenched stage where he could shine on forever, for his good heart and innate talented qualities to be finally manifested and acknowledged, for his dreams to come true, for being seen, even if Arthur was always telling you about how yours was the only glance he needed. It was even harder to show him what your heart held for him when to matter most for the both of you were the little things, though you knew they meant more than any big thing ever could. But still, most of the time it felt like trying to give him the entire ocean with a sole drop of water.

It hurt sometimes, not being able to explain something that at the end was inexplicable by nature. Human feelings, the strongest and everlasting ones. The feeling that carried Arthur’s name was the hardest. But if there was anyone worth trying to do or express the impossible for, it was definitely Arthur.

At the end of it all, it was clear what the truest, most precious gift of them all really was; Arthur, and his desire of wanting to share each of his daily breathes with each of yours.

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#Hopefully next year I'll manage to post a birthday piece in time what do you think 🥲 #I have a very conflictual relationship with my writing these days where I can't stop writing 24/7 but nothing I write feels quiet enough #Not that anything I've written so far was enough but!! #I just have so much I want to tell him #I've been wanting to write about this kind of dance since forever and I'm a bit unsatisfied about how it turned out #Not as I wanted or Arthur deserves #I'll keep trying 😭 #Anyways #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck x y/n #arthur fleck x you #On a side note I couldn't wait to use this Arthur screencap as a intro for a piece and it felt right for this one 💙💙💙

[6ebe]

whenever I’m in a male dominated sports fandom space and am violently reminded of the fact that the men there do not respect women nor expect women to share their hobbies or exist in their spaces

#it’s so frustrating and upsetting when you commit time and energy to something and you’re just presumed to be an outlier or unimportant #saw a post of a guy saying he was visiting England wirh his wife and wanted to go to a game #and no one responding in the comments seemed to even consider the possibility that his wife could maybe enjoy rugby #I know part of this is just the cisheteronormative framing marriage as something conflictual between two binary opposed genders #but man. it’s fuxking exhausting sometimes feeling so excluded to the point of being invisible #literally saw an acct on the rugby Reddit with a lesbian flag pfp with a clearlt female self avatar as their pfp #and a user responded to them using he/him pronouns #it hits extra hard bc I grew up playing and loving ‘masculine’ sports then went through an entire internalised misogyny / lesbophobia crisis #for most of my adolescence only to rediscover my love for sport when I started uni #not to be hyperbolic but it truly is heartbreaking sometimes #like especially my love for rugby growing up was tainted by misogyny and that’s why I stopped playing and stopped watching so much #to rediscover my love for the sport and still be dealing with this bullshit 10 years later. depressing

[uroborosymphony]

did you say…memes 👀👀👀 okie how about 3 for quinn from the black knight??

Quinn & The Black Knight.

#3 THINGS YOU SAID WHEN YOU WERE PROUD. FROM THINGS YOU SAID ⬩ Still accepting.

"You look at me, treat me, talk to me like and keep me here like I'm a criminal. But deeeeeep down," Her crooked smile widens, in her signature whiskers, sly as a feline, proud as a cocky and cunty fox. "Deep down, you wish you were a little more like me Black Knight, don't you?" Her teeth are showing, a grin, deranged and hungry for more of This. Even though she was indeed kept captive, by the Black Knight and his crew, it wasn't so much prison for her if not the extension of her playground. An agenda. Quinn always had an agenda. "Congratulations on capturing me by the way, three against one waaw that's Impressive, that is Honorable even- No no, really I mean that and I cannot wait to get to know all of you." Her smile drops as the light of in her eyes darkens, only to light up again, a constant manic on-and-off switch while her eyes re-direct towards the surveillance camera at the up corner of the interrogation room. "Hey you hear that? I am thriiilled, oh so happy to be here. Pawn, Rook. Tell me who else is watching this? The almighty resting bitch faced Kang girl? Monitoring a pretty girl like me in a cage all day, mmm, that's a little kinky if you think about it." She pinches her teeth in between her lips, raising an eyebrow. "Listen. You and I both know I'm going to escape, I've already figured a way to since the very moment I stepped foot in here. Chloroformed or not, I always can tell where I am stand. Even in the dark, I know every single corner of this dirty city. So yell your little degenerates over there to tie me up if they really ant to keep me longer, my claws are sharp and my brain? Sharper." Was she bluffing? "That and the very real fact that My king and Love of my life Already looking for me as we speak, followed by an entiiiire armed and ready-to-shoot-you-in-the-face Gang for treating their Queen the way you do. There is a chip in my phone, have your little butlers destroy it or else they're coming for all of your asses. And Oh, at Fang, we're whimsical like this, we do love a bloody mess." Her eyes now, her eyes are linking with his. "That's right. I want us to talk before I get the chance to leave. I know. None of you has trust in me but you're clever enough to go past that. This business is not about trust, it's not about Oh She's a Little Crazy let's be Careful - it's about getting results. And I get shit done. I get shit done fast. Yes, YES, SUUURE, this little stunt I put off with Hyuk was a liiiiittle all over the top but... hey, at least I got all of you's attention... right." She speaks, her tone trailing at the mention of the other man, knowing it was perhaps her biggest mistake, knowing it was going a little too far. Was it a regret of hers? Maybe. Her eyes go down slightly., for a mere second. She could never deny it, there was a bond with the Detective, one of mutual respect and hardworking archieving personalities. His team as well, it became place where she strangely felt accepted, perhaps even a birthing friendship with Suki around their morning coffees. If it wasn't for all the insane games and lies Quinn played with, it could have been something nice. Her pride however, refused to let her admit that in front of the Knight, ever. "I did it to protect my own, to protect my pack the way you are protecting yours by chaining me down like an animal. And you know what? I am proud." Her voice changes, as the taint in her pupils does too, a little more calm spreading under her skin. "I'm proud of being an Actor in this scene we're standing on Black Knight. I'm proud of making moves, I'm proud of showing clawns when it comes to protect my family, I'm proud of teaching the persecutors we're Not low lives they can mess with as they please, I'm proud of making it to the news after the Rich and the Powerful feel like their heads too have a price.

Don't you see it? That people like you and I are already dead? Can't you feel it? At every corner of every streets of this city a bullet in the head is right here, waiting for us. So tell me, what exactly is your plan here, what are you waiting for? Because we're not fighting for our little comforts as Doctors and Teachers getting a check for educating the youth through a system we don't even believe in. Don't you get it? That our time to do something is Now, that we have to give our bones and blood to truly make a difference? It's time to wake up Myungdae. It's time to step up and perhaps stepping up should start with uniting. The game has changed, look at your board. I was never the enemy but we have one in common. That's right, the more we sit down for tea parties like this one, the more they're slipping out of your hands and mine.

ANACHRON."

#EEEEEEEEEEEP. #LISTENNNNNN. #I JUST. #We do wonders with this verse is what I'm going to SAY FIRST. #I feel like a genius of visuals with these pictures matching the scene - Just throwing myself some flowers don't mind me! #I set this scene when she has already approached Hyuk/Suki to work with them and has earned a place there- #-when their relationship ( Myungdae and Quinn) become even more conflictual due to everything crazy she's pulling. #I went for something edgy like they have captured her - but she's actually more than happy about it she's a little deranged like that #I picture them (Myungdae and his team) at some point thinking she's too much of a loose cannon and might compromise even their work. #I imagine Harley Quinn in her cage scene heh - and Myungdae and Quinn talk on the daily face to face - and if their original plan was to - #- put a stop to her actions and confront her - she tries to flip the situation by asking for a collaboration. #Down the road when Annie is a little more involved with Black Fang too and wants revenge and reveals what happened to her and investigates- #Ofc Quinn wanna help however Quinn finds herself a little stuck with it Like Anachron is a llittle too Bigscaled for her - #So the collab would serve not only her QUEST to eat the bad and the rich - but mostly help avenge her baby Annie love - so heh she TRIES #둘 𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 / interactions. #둘 𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 / the vengeress.

[rausule]

DE COGNATIONE INTER SINGULAS ET SOCIETATIS

callide impellunt ad eorum transformationem, quae fieri potest per processus gradatim vel motus res novas. Exempli causa, progressus oeconomicus et socialis, qui in Europa et in America facta est, exeunte saeculo XVIII, erat fundamentum profundarum transformationum socialium quae ad Revolutionem Americanam et Revolutionem Gallicam ducebant.

Sociologi saeculo XIX in magnas transformationes sociales animum converterunt, scholares saeculi XX magis circumscriptum aditum ad studium rei socialis praeponunt, attentis phaenomenis quae in limitibus locorum geographicis (quaedam areas metropolitanae; exempli gratia) et breviora temporis spatia (exempli gratia: transformationes familiae post Bellum Orbis Terrarum II in certo ambitu geographico).

2 Quaedam exempla interpretativa rerum socialium

Quamvis hic aditus empiricus, hodierni scholares, sicut eorum antecessores, variis interpretativis exemplaribus in studio phaenomenorum socialium utuntur.

In hac sectione examinamus exempla conflictus, functionalismum ac thecam symbolicae rationism.

Scholares, qui certaminum exempla utuntur, praesertim discrepantia inter classes sociales, vident in societate continuum concursum utilitatis inter eos qui potioris potentiae, divitiarum et auctoritatis dignitates tenent et eos qui subordinationem tenent, paucioribus mediis oeconomicis et vix dignitate sociali. Hi scholares inaequalitates excutiunt suas causas illustrare conantes, quibusdam in casibus proponentes mutationes sociales possibiles ad hunc statum rerum minuendum vel tollendum. Conflictus non censetur negativa in se, quia vis impellens potest esse post transformationes positivas ad societatem iustiorem efficiendam.

Scholares, qui utilitatibus exemplaribus utuntur, societatem vident tamquam organismum vivum, in quo varii humani coetus diversae habent functiones, quae totam societatem ad fines suos assequendum permittunt. Differentiae sociales, secundum talem conceptionem, inevitabiles sunt. Conflictus tendit ut censeri possit dysfunctiones socialis, quae dissolvit in corpore sociali. Ex hac parte, mutationes censentur emendativae ad efficiendum systema oeconomico-sociale efficacius.

Tertia accessio interpretativa datur symbolicis interactionismi, quae maxime interest in processibus communicativis et relationibus, quae in societate fiunt. exempla conflictus

Sociologi qui his exemplaribus utuntur saepe commoventur

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[mexashepot]

I don't lack confidence or suffer from social anxiety or anything, but I am just so incoherent and ineloquent and say such nonsense instead of the organised thoughts I had in mind I freak tf out every time I have to talk to service givers I just get so anxious

#at least I am extremely polite and as non-conflictual as possible but I just. hate talking to them #it freaks me out so much #I'm so sorry to them for having to listen to my nonsense

[ipf58wihtrzn]

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[ithacanradio]

gonna go to a union meeting next week girl what's a union im humbled by the totality of my ignorance

#i blame the fact that the comrades never put me in a education meeting ever. i do what i can with my own google searches #and boy they do not cover conflictual communist unions and unionizing processes #ill have a talk with ppl before going there of course i just think its funny how theyre just sending me there. #yeah this is the guy we are gonna use for rlder protests. #she never came to any of the meetings you did on the matter but she did try to find the recordings<3 #radio live transmission

[ech0lalias]

its incredibly annoying to me how sw fans are trying to disown the totj portrayl of the prequels jedi council and order because it doesn't conform with their ideal of the jedi being undeniable unequivocally and unquestionably purely good and righteous no mater what.

I think its a much more interesting interpretation to see the jedi as an organization still susceptible to corruption and conformity to systems that benefit them while hypocritially trying to hold on to selfless values because it makes them multidimensional and gives space for characters to question and grow even if painfully and in the wrong directions like we saw with dooku.

the view that the jedi are constantly and inherently pure good and victimized is boring tired and so one dimensional it makes me weep. as well as instantly villanizing any character that so much question the council or the purpose of the jedi and their connection to a corrupt government even calling them "not really jedi". because organizations and councils aren't people or ideologies and they need to have space to be questioned. the jedi as a religion and ideology are obviously good but as an organization they're definitely corruptible.

and I think that it's the whole point of the prequel trilogy the order had conformed and that gave space for manipulation that otherwise would have not been possible. they knew that the republic was corrupt but direct action against it would lead to conflict and consequences they didn't want to face.

so yes totj was a refreshing and more morally nuanced take on the jedi. who I will finish by stating are the clearly "good guys" of star wars and not the sith if people really fucking insist in seeing things like that. they are good because they have good intentions but their inaction and conformity leads to and enables evil in the end that they end up tragically succumbing to. no, they didn't "deserve it" at all and all the blame for scheming and planing a mass genocide from the shadows is on the sith, but that and the jedi order conformity causing real harm and suffering to civilians and then themselves can be true at the same time and it's called nuance.

#im sorry im rambling im just frustrating #why insist on simplifying something that cohld be actually interesting and make it boring #let conflicts have depth and nuance #good people with good intentions can do bad things and hypocriticaly double down because its the easier less conflictuous thing to do #anyway this is a vent not an invitation to argue in case this makes it to the rancid part of this website

[mvrtaiswriting]

Hey! Someone suggested your blog for one piece and I decided to check it out!

I’d also like to make a request

How would the monster trio(+katakuri if you wanna write for him) be with a s/o who always looks at them as if asking them for permission to beat some one up (you can add anyone else if you want) f!reader or gn! Reader whichever one

Headcanons pls<3

Have a great day!

Monster trio + Ace, Law and Usopp with a s/o who looks at them before fighting someone.

hullo, thanks for requesting this! i unfortunately dont write for katakuri but i added law and ace to the mix, i hope it's fine! enjoy this lil headcanons, i loved writing these!! also, using this as a chance to restate that requests are open!

warning: none. gn! reader.

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. 

Luffy: All it takes is a glare. It doesn't take long for Luffy to recognise the sparkle in your eyes. He feels it too; the tension building in your muscles, the adrenaline rising up in your veins making your heart beat ten times faster than usual. Lowering his straw-hat to cover his eyes, Luffy simply chuckles in response. He knows your potential and he is curious of the limits your able to reach and break. He takes this as a good opportunity to train and test your powers; nevertheless, he is watching your back and ready to step in.

Sanji: Sanji smirks and lights up a cigarette, making himself comfortable and untying his tie. He knows well that whoever crosses your path is in real danger - and he brags about it whenever he has the occasion to. He is overly proud of you; plus, winning a fight would always guarantee a special treatment from him. Preparing your favourite meal, smothering you in kisses, an endless ramble of praises. He enjoys the fight, making sure you don't get hurt as he meticulously observe your combat moves.

Zoro: Zoro tries to make you back off. Despite his love and respect for you, he would rather let you stay away from the battlefield. He is aware of your combat abilities, he just thinks it would be easier if you'd let his swords deal with it. Nevertheless, it's easy to convince him if you buy him an extra bottle of booze. After all, despite his protective instincts, he enjoys a partner who can fight and protect themselves. Seeing you go feral and win a fight always tickles his senses.. so you might be in for a good, particularly nasty training session afterwards.

additional characters:

Law: Law definitely doesn't approve your conflictual nature. Although he is a little trouble maker himself, he prefers approaching things, and fights, in a more methodical way - having a precise strategy, and more importantly, a reason. Getting caught up in a worthless fight would mean catching the marine's attention, and that would be dangerous. When he sees you joining the battlefield regardless, he sighs and stands back. But if you manage to get hurt.. be ready to hear him grumble under his breath about irresponsible you were as he medicates you.

Ace: You and Ace would meet looks, the same impulsive idea running through the synapses of your brain. He nods in response, a clever smirk drawing on his lips as he transforms the ramble in a challenge.

"First one to land a punch wins."

Usopp: Tries to discourage you from it. He knows you would be perfectly able to win the fight - but he also knows he would struggle to help you. Your fearless nature worries Usopp, and sometimes it makes him wonder how the two of you get so along. Dangerous situation fuel you, whilst he prefers running from them. Usopp would never give you the permission to battle someone if the situation permits a safe escape - a long, frustrated sighs is the only slightly positive answer you could receive. And when you jump head first in the battle, he whines and snorts, ready to snipe the enemy if the situation escalates.

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[myrtaceaae]

The thing about Elrond is that he's so shaped.

#about me #tolkien #the silmarillion #lotr #all his experiences. creating this character full of internal conflict #and not to mention the inherent conflictual natire of being peredhel #just. he's so much!