#how hard is it to not be the dumbest human being alive at a drive thru for a fucking coffee shop.

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customer at work was like yeah i got two coupons i wanna use. so im like okay we can use those at the drive thru what can i get you. proceeds to order a black coffee and two chai lattes, right? simple. but shes like okay do the chais count for the coupons. i tell her yes as long as you get them in a 20 or a 24oz. and shes like well do they come in anything smaller. and i say yes but then you cant use the coupons. and she argues with me.

i tell her she can get the 16oz chai latte but her coupon wont work. and she has the audacity to be like well why not? its still chai. ma'am we dont have chai-specific coupons. so she relents and gets the 20oz chai lattes.

then at the window shes like can i also get two ice waters. so i ring in two ice waters and her coupons and all that. and then she argues about the price with me. shes sitting there doing the math for how much her chai lattes and her black coffee cost and subtracting the discount and its just not adding up and i tell her ma'am you ordered two waters. those are a dollar each. and she looks appalled that i would charge her money for water.

by this point its so late in my shift we havent been able to get a single thing done because we've been busy enough to warrant a third barista but it was just me and another barista there. and i could not fucking handle some dumbfuck customer arguing with me about the price of water i simply couldnt. so i just rung up her coupons and give her the total and she gives me the wrong amount of money. she gives me like $5 for her $14 order. i tell her ma'am you still owe $9. and she says no i dont i dont want to pay that much. HELLO??

i tell her well alright keep your money and i will just close this order and you can go to starbucks or something. i have never seen a woman so red in the face. she was sputtering. she was shocked and appalled. over some chai lattes and a coffee she didnt necessarily need to even buy. she hands me a $10 and we finish the transaction without another word. if you or someone you love have ever been a customer please consider repenting or something.

#this is kind of long but good fucking lord #how hard is it to not be the dumbest human being alive at a drive thru for a fucking coffee shop. #sorry for the work rant but customers get on my last fucking nerve sometimes #and my manager keeps scheduling only two baristas during my shifts. its a mid shift. the busiest of all shifts. #and has the audacity to tell me she doesnt think the coworker she is constantly scheduling me with works well with me #HELLO?? SHES A SHIFT LEAD SHE FUCKING TRAINED ME what do you even mean we dont work well together #i miss working for comic book stores where i was left alone almost all day to simply do my tasks #i miss being my own manager. i could get things done and deal with customers and still have time for side projects. #i feel like a corporate monkey here. #making drinks for my audience of drooling idiots without enough time to even sweep.

[lady-divine-writes]

The Hitchhiker - Chapter 1/4

Picking up a hitchhiker isn't exactly the dumbest thing Kurt has ever done, but it's not exactly the smartest either. When he comes across Blaine Anderson caught in a sudden downpour, he can't just leave him on the corner to drown... can he? (1756 words)

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“Excuse me? Sir? Do you need a ride?”

Kurt flashes as confident and honest a smile as he can to the man standing on the side of the road. But the second those words leave his mouth, he hears his father’s voice in his head yelling: “Kurt Hummel! What the hell are you doing? Picking up a hitchhiker? Are you out of your mind!?”

And Kurt has to admit, the voice is right. 

There is a fifty-fifty chance that this man, standing alone in the dark by the side of the road, is a violent serial killer. His outfit alone perpetuates the stereotype - indigo jeans, white t-shirt, leather jacket. He has an olive-green duffel slung over one shoulder and he's carrying a guitar case, for God’s sake! What are the odds that there’s actually a guitar in there!? If Kurt picks this man up, he has a greater chance of becoming a statistic than of that man being a musician! Kurt should drive away now without an inch of guilt, floor it without looking back.

And he probably would have deferred to his better judgment and stepped on the gas had it not been for a few things. 

It's pitch dark out for a start. Only a handful of street lights line the curb, installed twenty or so feet apart, which creates long expanses of shadow in between. The road they're on is in the middle of nowhere, with trees towering on both sides of them. This doesn’t help Kurt’s argument any since it seems like just the place a killer would lie in wait for a potential victim. But, in that same vein, someone or something could be stalking him, waiting for Kurt to drive away so they can pounce on him from the trees. Then it would be up to the reach of this man's legs and his athletic ability to save him.

This leads directly to reason two: the man is a klutz. In the five minutes Kurt has been stuck at this red light, he’s seen him smack himself in the face with his own bag, drop his sunglasses (pink rimmed Wayfarers, no less), catch them, then fumble them again, and step in the same puddle twice. If this man is a serial killer, he may not be the most competent one on the planet. 

Three, just as Kurt’s light turned green, it started raining. And not the light drizzle he has come to expect during his infrequent forays to San Diego, but an honest-to-God downpour. Kurt saw the man turn his face up to the sky, his shoulders slumped, wholly defeated by this new development. He put the butt of his guitar case on the toes of his shoes to keep it out of the mud, then attempted to wrap his jacket around it.

And Kurt’s heart melted. 

Kurt is a musician himself. Singer more than musician but he has friends who play the guitar. His stepbrother Finn owns a Fender that he sold plasma to afford. Puck's Gibson is the only thing he has never hawked when he needed money. And Sam, in this man's position, would take off every stitch of clothing to protect his Blueridge if it came down to it. Kurt can imagine this man’s whole life wrapped up in that case, which he is now convinced does hold a guitar.

Kurt isn't a gun enthusiast by any means, but he thinks a semi-automatic should be able to withstand some weather. He may want to Google that one later on… provided he’s still alive.

And about that guitar case: it isn’t a plain, generic, black guitar case. The thing is covered in travel stickers and bling. It has a personality all its own. An easily identifiable personality. If this man is a killer, Kurt is pretty certain every human on the West Coast would know about it. He’d be nicknamed the Kitsch Case Killer or something along those lines. That case sticks out like a sore thumb. There’s no way a man carrying a guitar case decorated like an old-school Lisa Frank binder is getting away with swiping a pack of gum, not to mention murder.

To a lesser degree (Kurt tells himself so he doesn't have to admit how idiotic this idea is), this is the most a-dork-able man Kurt has ever seen. He looks more like a puppy than a predator (weak reasoning, he knows). But Kurt has instincts about people that are usually on the money. He has to give himself credit for making it this far in life. Kurt is tougher than he looks. He has taken his fair share of licks, and he’s still ticking. 

Plus, he has bear repellent in the pocket of his jacket the size of a can of Aquanet. He feels he has his bases covered.

The man walks slowly towards Kurt's car, the curls piled atop his head hanging heavily down his cheeks the wetter he gets.

No, Kurt can’t leave him out here.

“Um. Thanks. Thanks a lot,” the man says, cautiously eyeing Kurt up and down as if he may be asking himself Kurt’s same string of questions in his head. “But I… ” The fact that he isn’t jumping at Kurt’s offer, that he’s glancing anxiously down the road, mulling his options even as rain pours down his back, puts Kurt at ease. The man looks like he’s trying to gauge if Kurt might have a weapon hiding somewhere on his person, contemplating if he’ll come out of this alive if he accepts this ride. 

Ironic, but that proves that there are two sides to every situation.

The man looks about to step away and decline until a fork of lightning turns night into day for five seconds, a boom so loud following it shakes Kurt’s rental car. 

“Sure. Okay. Why not?” He pulls open the rear door in a rush but still wary as he puts his belongings into the backseat and joins Kurt in the front. “Thank you so much. I didn’t expect it to rain this hard, or I might have stayed in my hotel room one more night.” He runs a hand through his hair, cringing at the water that sprays the headrest.

“Not a problem.” Kurt reaches behind the seat and grabs the towel he’d fished out of his luggage earlier when he’d done the same thing. But the rain was only a sprinkle then – angel spittle, his mom would have called it. “I couldn’t just drive by and leave you out here to drown.”

The man chuckles. It, much like the rest of him, is too cute for words. “My name’s Blaine.”

“Kurt.” Kurt extends a hand for Blaine to shake. Blaine looks at it, hesitates a second before taking it, still questioning Kurt and his intentions, Kurt assumes. Despite being stuck in the rain, Blaine’s hand is warm, comforting in a way Kurt speculates a serial killer’s hands would not. “Well, Blaine, where you headed?”

“Oh, uh… I’m trying to make my way to L.A. But you can drop me off anywhere between here and there.”

“Ooo. Actor? Producer?”

“Unemployed schlub, unfortunately. Currently riding my brother’s couch. He’s the actor. I’m the… the failure.”

Kurt pulls onto the road again and heads for the highway. “That’s a really unkind thing to say about yourself.”

“It’s what… well, it’s what my father would say.” He wrings his hands uncomfortably. “He’d also say I’m a disappointment, a waste of a Harvard education, a bum… ” He shivers. Kurt raises the temperature of the heater. Blaine glances at Kurt in embarrassment, and Kurt gets the hint that it’s not the cold that has him trembling.

“I know it’s not my place to say, but I’d stop listening to your father if I were you. It doesn’t seem like he has anything worthwhile to say.”

“How can you say that? You don’t even know me,” Blaine says under his breath, with an edge like a growl, the kind wild animals give when you stumble into their territory unaware. It sets the hairs on the back of Kurt’s neck on end, and he starts second-guessing this decision. 

Relax, Kurt. The man’s just beat down. Exhausted. You understand what that’s like.

Blaine sighs, sinking into the passenger seat and leaning his head against the window. "I'm sorry. I know you're trying to be nice. It's been a long day." 

“I understand. And I may not know you, but I know fathers," Kurt continues. "A father’s job is to be supportive of their children, no matter what they do in life. Succeed or fail, win or lose, they should always be in your corner. And if he’s not, screw him! Surround yourself with people who want to lift you up, not tear you down.”

Blaine winds his arms around his torso, hugging himself tight. “I---is that the way your father treats you?”

“Yup,” Kurt answers with a subconscious smile at the mention of his dad. “He supports me in everything, even the stuff he doesn’t entirely agree with. And when things don’t work out, he’s the first person there, helping me to my feet and encouraging me to try again.”

“Sounds like a great guy. You’re lucky.”

“He is," Kurt says proudly. "And I am.”

Blaine fixes his gaze to the road ahead as Kurt merges onto the highway. He chews the inside of his cheek, stares too hard at the rain-slick asphalt, not shifting focus. It's as if he can't bring himself to look at Kurt when he asks, “So, you think you’re a good judge of character?”

Kurt nods. “Yes, I do."

"How do you know?"

"Experience. I have a decent track record.”

"Surround yourself with a lot of questionable people, do you?"

"I guess you can say that," Kurt agrees with a laugh, thinking of the people who have come into his life that he has adopted as his own: Rachel, Dave, Santana, Puck, all of them rivals or bullies. Or both. But now, a cherished part of his found family.

People he hopes will miss him if SDPD finds him by the side of the road tomorrow with his throat cut.

Stop it, Kurt! Relax! You're in no danger! Everything is going to be fine!

Blaine shrugs, examining his wet hands as if he’s reading something etched on his skin. “Someday you’ll be wrong.”

“Probably." Kurt meets Blaine's eyes in the reflection of the windshield, flashes his confident smile again. "But I don’t think that day is today.”

#klaine #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction

[deanstop13billyjoeltraxx]

Empty Space

A fix-it fic because we were ROBBED.

I wrote this for my own closure, and it is unedited, but I thought I would post it here anyway. 

Dean didn’t want to open his eyes.

He couldn’t feel the chains and the heat, or hear the screams. Not yet. But he knew it would come. He wanted to savor these final moments of simple nothingness. A story left unfinished. The bliss that came before eternal suffering. There was no coming back this time. 

He could still feel Sam cradling him. His last breath. The pain in his back.

This was it.

Dean stood for god knows how long, willing himself anywhere but where he knew he was. The Veil, the Empty, hell, even being reincarnated as a tree would be better than whatever was waiting in front of him. 

A bird chirped, startling Dean’s eyes open. 

He stood in the middle of a field adjacent to a road, tall pines lining the asphalt. The sun nearly blinded him, and he put a hand up to shield his eyes. It shone in that in-between kind of way, as if it was the middle of October, everything in flux. He could see a small, wooden building not too far ahead. Dean looked at his hands, then back up at the sky. 

“Huh,” he huffed. “I made it.” 

It was both a statement and a question. I made it to heaven. How did I make it to heaven? Dean took a step towards the house, half expecting the jig to be up at that point. When the ground didn’t crumble beneath him, and the bright blue sky didn’t melt away into hellfire, he took another step, one with more conviction. And then he was walking toward the building.

Dean’s mind was racing. With what memory would he be spending eternity? If his life hadn’t flashed before his eyes at his death, it sure as hell was now. Dean swallowed hard at the revelation that there were too many heavens for him, that his life had so many more good memories than he had ever given it credit for. Motel rooms with Sam, Lawrence with Mary, Jody’s dinner table… And Cas. Bars with Cas, the Impala with Cas, the bunker with Cas… 

He knew Cas wouldn’t be in his heaven. That was more torture than paradise. Dean would look at Cas and only see all the things he never said.

Finally, Dean reached the building. Someone was sitting in a rocking chair -- 

“Bobby?” Dean asked, incredulous.

“Hey, kid,” Bobby said with a smile. “Took you long enough.”

“What memory is this?” Dean had realized he was standing on the porch of Ellen’s roadhouse. But where was Sam, where was his mom, where was -- 

“It’s not a memory,” Bobby said.

“What? But I thought --”

Bobby shrugged. “Things have changed around here. Your boy, he shook things up. For the better,” he added, opening the cooler next to his chair. “You can sit, you know.”

Dean accepted the invitation, settling into the rocking chair across from Bobby. He graciously accepted the beer from Bobby’s hand. “So… Jack did… all this?” He asked, taking a sip. 

“Well,” Bobby sighed, shifting in his seat. “Cas helped.” 

Dean nearly choked on his beer. Not that it would matter. I’m already dead, his brain joked, helpfully. 

“C-Cas?” He whispered, searching Bobby’s face for answers. 

Bobby just raised his eyebrows and took another swig. 

Dean stared down at his hands. Bobby was explaining the logistics of this new heaven, how Rufus lived five miles down the road, how Mary and John had a place not too far from Bobby’s. Dean could hear him, but his mind was miles away. 

“Dean?” Bobby prodded, evidently having finished his explanation. Dean nodded at him, a wry smile on his face. 

“It’s almost perfect,” he said, and he meant so many things. If Sam was here, it’d be perfect. If Jack was here, it’d be perfect. 

If Cas was here, it’d be perfect.

“He’ll be along,” Bobby said, referring to Sam. Dean nodded again. “It’ll take time, but he’ll be here.” 

“How long?” Dean asked, looking up to meet Bobby’s eyes. 

Bobby just shrugged. “Time passes differently here,” he answered. 

“What do I do?”

“What do you want to do?” 

Dean considered the question and realized it might be the first time he’d ever asked it of himself. 

“I think I’ll go for a drive.” 

Cas watched Dean die from a distance. 

He might have been able to find some comedic irony in the whole thing. Dean Winchester, who beat God, killed Death, saved the world…  killed by a rusty barn nail. 

Cas watched Sam burn Dean’s body. 

Cas watched new hunters.

Cas watched old friends.

Cas watched humanity learn to live in a world without his family protecting it.

But mostly, Cas just watched Dean. 

He watched him as he opened his eyes in heaven. He watched him talk to Bobby. He watched him get in the Impala.

He watched him drive. 

Dean drove for miles, windows down, Led Zeppelin screaming through his speakers. Cas watched him bellow the lyrics offkey, watched him pump his fists in the air, watched him push 120 with his eyes closed because, of course he would, it’s Dean. 

Cas watched all of this, but he did nothing.

Cas had fully expected the eternal sleep of the Empty. Embraced it, really. But instead, he simply woke up in heaven. It was a little bleak for a while there, with Chuck attempting to destroy the universe and all that, but then there was Jack. 

“What am I doing here?” Cas asked. “I’m supposed to be…”

“The Empty can’t take you,” Jack replied with a smile. “You have a soul.”

Cas tilted his head in confusion. “I’m an angel,” he said in monotone.

“Yes,” Jack said. “With a soul.” 

“How is that even possible?” Cas asked, now entirely at a loss. 

Jack shrugged. “It might have something to do with your true happiness.”

Cas blanched at that. 

Jack was glad to have him in heaven. He needed all the help he could get, he said, changing the place, making it more of a paradise and less of a prison. 

Cas was happy to oblige him, but quietly, reservedly. 

What was it? Your moment of true happiness?

Cas couldn’t tell him. Not while Dean was still alive, while he had a chance at a normal life. Jack would want Cas to see him, talk to him, to do something, and Cas couldn’t. He wouldn’t take that chance from Dean. Not ever. 

And now? Dean was dead. His story, over. No more second chances. Cas knew he would have to do something eventually.

And still, he watched.

He watched Dean pull the Impala to a stop on top of a bridge. Take a deep breath. Get out of the car. Look around. 

Cas watched Dean bow his head. 

And, finally, Cas watched Dean pray.

This might be the dumbest shit I have ever done.

Wait, can I swear in heaven?

Hmm… Fuck?

Awesome.

Anyway, this is definitely the dumbest shit I have ever done. I’m in heaven. Who prays when they’re already in heaven? But, anyway, it worked in Purgatory, so I figured it might work here…

I’m sorry, man. I’m sorry I got myself sent to hell and you had to save me. I’m sorry that every time you tried to do right by me, I told you how you fucked it up. I’m sorry that you rebelled for me. I’m sorry that you gave up an army for me. I’m sorry that you died to save me. More than once. 

Jesus, am I sorry you died thinking anything but the truth.

Cas, I don’t know where you are, or if you’re busy, or if you never want to see me again. But if you got time… I got something to tell you. 

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean’s eyes shot open. His heart was pounding -- weird, I still have a heartbeat? -- his mouth had gone dry. He felt rooted to the spot, as if turning around and seeing one more bit of perfection might shatter the rose-colored glass. 

But he turned around anyway. Slowly. Deliberately. 

And there he was, stupid trenchcoat and all.

Cas.

Dean could barely swallow over the lump in his throat. Cas was regarding him with a curious, reserved expression, his hands in his pockets. 

“Hey, Cas,” Dean whispered.

“I heard your prayer,” Cas said, and it was all Dean could do to choke back a tearful laugh. “You said you… had something to tell me.” 

And, shit, if Dean had thought being dead would make baring his soul any easier, he was dead fucking wrong. 

“Uh,” he shifted on his feet. “How long you been back?” 

Cas shrugged. “I never really left,” he said. 

“What? I saw the Empty take you.”

“I don’t know. I woke up in heaven. Well, the other heaven,” Cas said. “Jack seems to think I somehow… Gained a soul.” Dean raised his eyebrows. “It makes sense… I think,” Cas continued. “My moment of true happiness, it fundamentally altered who I was. Happiness is a uniquely human experience. When I finally achieved that, something in me became human.”

“Well, Jack is God, now,” Dean said with an awkward chuckle. “So he must be right. All-knowing or whatever.” 

“Right,” Cas said, eyes narrowed. 

“I guess you’ve been busy,” Dean said. He didn’t say, that’s why you didn’t come to see me. 

“Indeed.” 

How can I still manage to fuck this up in heaven, Dean yelled at himself, looking anywhere but Cas’ suspicious face. 

“Dean?” Cas prodded, and that was enough. 

Dean closed the distance between them in three long strides, wrapping Cas up in his arms. Cas went rigid with surprise, but eventually, he hugged back. 

“I thought you were gone,” Dean whispered. “Like, really, really gone.”

“I did too,” Cas replied. 

Dean’s face was wet with tears, but he buried it in Cas’ shoulder anyway. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Fuck. Okay.” 

He lifted his head, but didn’t release Cas from the hug. They stood, locked in embrace, while Dean screwed up his courage. 

“You can have it, you know,” he said softly over Cas’ shoulder.

It seemed like every atom in Cas’ body stopped moving. His shoulders tensed, and he maneuvered out of Dean’s arms. 

“What?” He asked. Dean panicked for a moment, seeing Cas’ guarded eyes. He almost convinced himself to laugh it off, punch Cas in the arm, make some joke about how this really must be heaven if the Impala can go that fast, but he stopped himself. 

“You told me, before you… That the one thing you want, you can’t have it,” Dean said, forcing himself to hold Cas’ gaze. “Well, I’m telling you now, you can have it.” 

“I don’t understand --” Cas tried to say, but Dean leaned in and the words were gone. 

The kiss was everything he could have wanted and nothing he could have dreamed of. The feeling of right, of home settled into Dean’s molecular makeup, as if this was all it would have taken to fix him all those times he had been broken. As if the gaping hole in his chest was always just Cas-shaped empty space. 

Cas pulled away slowly. Was he in a dream? Was he actually asleep, in the Empty, and now it was playing with him?

“Dean,” Cas said. “Are you --”

“In love with you? Yes,” Dean finished, urgent. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it back there. I didn’t -- you left so fast.” 

Cas blinked. “I wasn’t expecting a response,” he said, his mind feeling more than a little fried. 

“You weren’t…” Dean trailed off into a chuckle. “Really?” He asked, smiling, his eyebrows raised. 

Cas would have spent every eternity in the Empty for that smile. 

“Really,” Cas said, smiling wryly back. “Evidently, I was incorrect in that assumption.” 

“You gave me a whole speech, Cas,” Dean said. “What was I supposed to say?” 

Cas gave him a serious look. “You needed to hear those things, Dean. I couldn’t leave without you knowing how I felt about you.” He swallowed. “You are real, though?” 

Dean stared at him for a moment, then pulled him into another kiss. Cas thought he must have a soul, and this must be heaven, because nothing in his millennium had ever felt like kissing Dean Winchester. 

“That answer your question?” Dean said after pulling away. 

“Yes,” Cas said softly. “It does.”  

#supernatural #destiel #deancas #spn 15x20 #spn spoilers #cailin writes

[hacked-by-jake]

"Do you want to be kidnapped too?"

If you have already seen it, it had to post again because a large part was gone

Preface: I wanted to write a little something different and so I came up with this story. Actually, I don’t think Jake and Mc would get that close so soon, but I still like it. And in the story the two know each other now longer than they actually know each other.

👑Attention: Sexual content! For those who don’t want to read it, I have marked the beginning and the end of the pact, you can just skip it. and I didn’t fully describe it. I think that was all haha, have fun or something

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You probably made the dumbest decision you’ll ever make. "Can I see your ticket?" the stewardess asks as you enter the plane. You were going to Duskwood. Okay, Duskwood doesn’t have an airport, but there’s one more city, and from the airport, you’ll take a taxi to Duskwood. The flight attendant gave you your ticket back and you could board the plane. You drop on your seat and put the backpack next to you, that’s all the luggage you had. Just a backpack with the most important things. Maybe you’re lucky and there’s no one sitting next to you so you can rest. I don’t think that many people want to fly that way. And you were right. When the plane was in the air, both seats next to you were still free. Your plan was to go from the airport to Duskwood and then go into the woods. You were just stressed and annoyed. Someone or who knows how many of these people lied to you. They’re hiding things from you, obstructing your search for Hannah. The biggest problem was Jake. You were torn by your feelings, and Jake confused you the most. Who was he? Was he lying to you? Is he hiding something from you? Did he have something with Hannah? The point makes you really angry and hurts you the most. That he didn’t finally tell you what happened between him and Hannah. How did they know each other and what connected them? Did Jessy tell you the truth? Or did she want to protect Hannah by saying that Hannah bought the bracelet from a pawn shop? What if it was Jake’s and Jessy was just trying to protect her friend? You were tired and at the end. Hannah was in the woods somewhere. And since no one dared to go there and certainly not go into the hut, you wanted to do that. The odds were 50-50. You were either lucky or unlucky. Either you find Hannah, or in the worst case scenario, you run into the kidnapper and you die. No one knew exactly what he was capable of. Either you’re lucky and you don’t meet the man with the face, or you’re out of luck and he’s in the house. However, you were also afraid that Hannah might be there, but she’s no longer alive. Yeah, okay, it didn’t really look good to you, but that didn’t matter. You’re on your way and you’ve made up your mind. And if you’ve made a decision, you can handle it. Besides, how would the kidnapper know that the person who has to fly four hours to get to Duskwood would go into the woods today. It’s just 8:00 in the morning. After you decided to go to Duskwood, you immediately bought a ticket for the next flight and packed your things. And now you’d be landing in 20 minutes. Most of the time you were just listening to music or playing on your phone. Briefly you thought about renting a car for the time here but then you decided for a taxi. Your whole trip was so spontaneous you didn’t rent a hotel or anything. It was quite early, and you're sure there will be a room available at Miss Walter’s motel. So, since you haven’t had anything to put your backpack down yet, quickly find a taxi and let yourself be driven to the official entrance of the forest in Duskwood. The trip lasted half an hour. The weather was actually quite nice, the sun was shining and it was quite warm.

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"Well, then I’ll get 40 euros from you," says the taxi driver. You give him 45 and tell him to keep the rest. "Thank you and take care of yourself, Duskwood is damn creepy," the taxi driver explains through the open window. Before you had a chance to ask him what he meant, he had already left. Now you stood in front of the forest. Straight to the official path with a giant shield. "Welcome to Duskwood’s Woods" is on the sign. "That sounds shitty," you mumble to yourself. There really didn’t seem to be anyone far and wide. No car, no people, not even an animal. Take a deep breath and go. Thanks to the map that Jake created for you, you knew about where you had to go. And so you now walk alone and insulted through the forest. You didn’t know why you were insulted. Your emotions just went crazy right now. Again and again you kick away stones or branches that lie in your way. "This is no fun" you mumble to yourself. When you suddenly hear a loud crack behind you, you immediately turn around. However, you can’t see anything, no animal and no human. You look around in all directions but couldn’t see anything, so you keep walking through the forest. But this time with the feeling that someone is following you. The path was now divided into three parts. And there was a sign on every road where it led. The reight path caught your attention. "House of the Capuchin" you read quietly. That was it! You had previously looked for it on the Internet and fortunately also found it. So you turn right and walked the slant down until suddenly you hear a loud crack. "Hello? I have pepper spray and I will use it you asshole" you shout loudly. If there was someone chasing you, it wouldn’t make anything better. Maybe you’re lucky and it was just a hiker. However, you didn’t get an answer and you couldn’t see anyone. Only trees and bushes. You turn around again so that you can continue walking as one hand grabs you by the upper arm and whirls around. There’s a man standing in front of you, a piece taller than you, dressed all black. The hood of his sweater is pulled deep into his face so you can’t recognize him. Before you could scream, a hand was pressed on your mouth. "Don’t scream, it’s me, Jake!" you hear him hissing. You open your eyes in amazement and wait for him to take his hand away. This he did now but you had no time to answer because he spoke directly further. "What do you think you’re fucking doing here?" he sounded very angry. Angry is still an understatement. He sounded like he had to hold back to not yell at you. "I’m looking for Hannah," you answer immediately. "How did you get the idea? Do you know how dangerous this is? Nobody should go to the forest!" He was not finished talking but was interrupted by a crack of a branch. Wheezing, Jake takes you by the hand and immediately pulls you out of the forest behind him. In the parking lot in front of the forest is a black SUV parked a little off. "How did you come up with such an idea? Are you crazy? Do you want to be kidnapped too?" he growls angrily. He unlocks the car and suggests you sit in. When you sit in the passenger seat, he turns the child lock on at your door. You look at him without understanding. "Do you think I’m jumping out of the car or why?" you ask and raise an eyebrow. Without a word, he closes the door and goes to the driver’s side to get in. "We’re going to the motel and you can explain to me what your plan was," he explains. The drive to the motel was quiet and tense. You feel guilty about this. He was probably right, and your plan was stupid. When you stop at a traffic light you see a car driving past you on the other side of the street. You pull your head around and smile. "Who was that?" asks Jake, watching you. "Jessy" you explain cheerfully. Jake looks at you skeptically. "You seem to really like her," he mumbles. "Yes, she has become a really good friend," you answer. He’s just nodding his head. 10 minutes later you arrived at the motel. Since you can’t get out on your own because of the parental controls, Jake has to open the door for you. "Come on, I already booked a room," he explains, taking your hand, probably to make you go faster. You’re both entering the motel lobby. You look around and you discover a young woman with blond hair standing behind the counter. Of course you recognize her right away, it’s Lilly. Provocatively you grin and wave to her. "Hallooo" you giggle when she finally recognized you. "Stop it," Jake murmurs next to you, though, he also has a little grin on his face. "Stop," Lilly suddenly says, coming towards you. "If only one person books a room, no second person is allowed in the room," she explains to you both bitchy. "Oh, that’s no problem, I booked a double room," Jake answers, and just keeps pulling you away from Lilly. You can’t stop and look again at Hannah’s sister to stretch out your tongue. "See you" you whistle contentedly because of her evil expression. She stomps furiously with her foot on the ground. This thing between you two would turn into a really big fight, but you didn’t have a problem with it. You love fighting with someone like Lilly. Jake stops at a door and pulls you into the room. It was actually a room with a double bed. Are you sleeping with him in this room or getting a own room? After he said that to Lilly, it sounds more like you two sharing a room. You put your backpack on the floor and look around the room but avoid Jake’s look. You’re feeling like a kid who did something naughty and is now getting trouble from daddy. Okay, wait, wrong thoughts. You can’t disguise yourself with a giggle about your thoughts, which is why Jake looks at you questioningly. "uh nothing, all right," you answer quickly. Wrong thoughts in the wrong situation. Jake’s breathing out hard. "What were you thinking?" he asks angrily. "Jake, I don’t know, okay? I was pissed off and hurt, which is also something new for me.I come into a group with strange people. I’m supposed to help save a strange girl from her kidnapper. The psycho imitates a legend and no one knows what he might still do. I’m being lied to, and I don’t even know who or how many people are lying to me. I have no control over the situation and no one knows what will happen. No one dares to go into the woods! Someone has to do it so I wanted to. I was accused of kidnapping a girl and even killing a girl. There are still people writing to me saying I killed someone and kidnapped Hannah. And I don’t even know what’s going on with you and Hannah or how you know each other, and why you care so much about finding her. Sure you don’t just ignore that when someone gets kidnapped and you see it, but the way you’re looking for her makes me think I don’t know something very important about you two. I’m not supposed to trust anyone and still save a stranger’s life. But tell me how to do that if one of the two most important people you and I are doesn’t tell me everything I need to know. And if Hannah is in this house, maybe I could have helped her right now. I trust Jessy and Richy, too.

I’m careful with Cleo, but she seems normal to me too, except her urge to break in somewhere.  Thomas is fucking weird and I don’t trust him. His girlfriend is gone but he behaves like a little child. Dan is just Dan and generally not quite normal but not a bad guy. I don’t need to start with Lilly. And then there’s this guy who tells me to search Hannah’s cloud and send him everything I can find. 

And I like the guy more than I should because I don’t really know him, I know almost nothing about him. I trust him but I don’t even know if the name is the real name and if he really means it what he tells me. Don’t get it wrong, I trust you in a twisted way, but still, you could be the kidnapper, and I wouldn’t have a clue. When you asked me if I was influenced by any feelings, I said 'no ' but I’m afraid that I’m being influenced by my feelings for you." Wow, saying all this wasn’t really your plan. Everything just came out of you. You were pissed, hurt and overwhelmed. "And actually, it’s not even my way of just doing everything someone tells me. I actually do the exact opposite, but then you come and say something and I dare not reject anything because I like you and do not want to make you angry. It annoys me but I just can’t change it" So you end your little speech where you’ve been walking up and down the room all the time. Jake was just watching you the whole time and listening to you. Desperately you stop and look him in the eye. "Say something," you hiss mad. "Okay" he replies and remains calm again. "How okay? Just okay?" you ask hysterically and stroke through your hair. "Yes okay, just okay, that was the explanation I wanted, that it was stupid to go into the woods I probably don’t have to repeat again" You look at him with big eyes. "Actually, you would try to take away the other person’s fears," you explain. "But I just can’t do that," he mumbles. "You could tell me about Hannah and you? And first of all, you really want to find her, and then when I go into the woods, it’s wrong? Shouldn’t you be glad someone wants to do it?" you ask him skeptically. Jake sighs. "Yeah, actually, you’re right, but Hannah was kidnapped, you’re still here, free, and you’re feeling good. I can’t change Hannah’s disappearance right now, but I can make sure nothing happens to you. Even if I want to find Hannah, it’s more important to me that you’re okay. And it is more important to me that you do not put yourself in danger so that I will lose you too," he explains in a harsh voice and comes to you. He’s standing very close. His eyes seek your gaze. But you were afraid to look him in the eye, and you were speechless by his words. You feel the tingling in your stomach begin and your breathing is harder. His smell is pulling into your nose and goosebumps are spreading on your arms. "Oh no no no no" you mumble and quickly walk away from him. "That’s what I mean! You say something and immediately I forget everything and my mind disappears but that’s dangerous for me because I don’t know if you’re lying to me or just using me for something. I like you too much, and I let myself be influenced by you, and then I can’t think clearly." You talk very fast. "Maybe you laugh at me inside that I’m so stupid and just trust you and in the end I’m the one who has all the problems. I know what you meant when you said it was too dangerous, "Again, you run frantically through the room. You’re thinking of scenarios you didn’t really want to think about. "(Your name) stop," Jake mumbles. "No, I can’t do that. I’m not supposed to trust you blindly either, I have to think about myself. I’m important but I don’t know why. I don’t really know you, but trust you, maybe that’s why I’m missing an important detail" It was stupid to tell him all this because if he really didn’t tell you something, he knew all your thoughts now. You were suddenly totally skeptical about everything and no longer knew what to do. "Hold it right there" "No, I can’t listen to everything blindly, I have to stay neutral, it’s dangerous." That’s all you could talk about because Jake suddenly reaches for your shirt and pulls you towards him. Before you could react, his lips were already on yours. In the first few seconds you were much too shocked to realize it. But when suddenly your heart was beating wildly and your whole body was tingling, it was all around you. You put your arms around his neck and tighten him up. For minutes you just stand there kissing each other. And it’s probably the best moment of your life. In between, you pulled the hood off his head to caress through his hair. His left arm was around your waist to pull you closer to him, his right hand was in your neck. You leave each other breathless and Jake leans his forehead against yours. "I understand it’s all hard for you but you should know me so well by now that you know exactly that I wouldn’t just kiss you if I didn’t feel something for you. It’s hard for both of us, but you have to believe me when I tell you that Hannah and I are just friends and you just don’t get out of my head," he whispers to you. "Shit, man, it’s happening again," you whisper. Jake understands you’re talking about influencing and starts smiling. "I mean it, I would never do anything that would hurt you, but you snuck into my mind too much," he breathes. You can’t hold you back and put your lips back on his. When you split up again, you drop on the bed sitting down. Jake’s sitting next to you. In short, it’s quiet and you’re both probably thinking about the kiss and what it means. "You know we’re getting to know the others sooner than we planned. Actually, I never intended to show myself to any of them, "he murmurs. True, Lilly had seen you both, the others probably already knew you were in Duskwood. If you looked at your phone, you’d probably have a thousand messages, and you’d feel guilty about Jake. Because of you he was now also in Duskwood."I’m sorry" you whispered. "It’s okay, I got my problems so far under control that I have more freedom again. And if, after all, we might have gotten to know each other better, I would have known the other people, too. I don’t think you can ever be separated from each other again." But it was clear you wouldn’t be seeing anyone today. "How did you even know where I was?" you ask. "I didn’t have much time to answer but I still saw that you bought a plane ticket. And then I had to come here myself, I couldn’t have told one of the others to stop you going into the woods. The others would not have stopped you but would have gone with you, and then everyone would have been in danger" Yeah, that made sense. "Sorry I was so stupid" "Just promise me, you not to sneak out tonight and run into the woods," he looks skeptical at you. You grin and promise him. "We need something to eat," he suddenly throws into the room. "Well, I have something sweet lying next to me" You look serious at him. Immediately his face turns red and he looks at the ceiling. You start laughing and watching him twist his eyes. After you calm down, you jump up. "Come on," . "Where do you want to go?" he asks confused. "Going to buy something to eat?" you answer in the same confused way. "Actually, that’s not a good idea, but I guess there’s no other way," he mumbles and stands up. Luckily, you leave the motel together without meeting Lilly. In the car, Jake searches the internet for the next shop before you go. Now you notice how dressed you are. You two are wearing black jeans and a black sweater. There’s something on his back, but you couldn’t see it yet.

- Five minutes later, Jake parks in front of a store and you get out. Together they head towards the entrance. "Oh shit," you whisper and pull your hood over your head. Since Jake does not react but just looks at you you pull his hood over his head. "Cleo’s just coming out of the store, coming straight at us," you mumble and carefully look at her. "What are we going to do now? She’ll recognize us, that’s clear, we’re not exactly inconspicuous," Jake asks softly and overwhelmed. Evenetuell you take advantage of the situation easily but that was the best idea you came up with. No one would stare at a couple kissing. So you grab Jake’s neck with your arm and you pull his head down to you and you press your lips on his. This time he was the person who needed a moment to understand the situation. Shortly after that you separate your lips from his and look around you inconspicuously. Cleo is no longer to be seen and relieved you breathe. Neither of you were ready to meet any of them. With red cheeks, Jake looks at you. "Um, that was so Cleo wouldn’t recognize us, no one stares at a kissing couple" nervously you laugh up. "Yeah, sure, just because of Cleo," he doesn’t believe you, but you don’t either. He’s smiling at you. When you’re sure there’s really no one left, you go to the store.

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Three hours later, you were on the bed in the motel watching Jake doing something on his laptop. It looked to you like he was hacking the NSA, but for him, it was probably everyday life. "What are you doing?" you ask him. "I’m deciphering a code," he mumbles with concentration. "Is that important?" you look at him innocently as he also looks at you. "Well, somehow," he didn’t sound very convincing. "Can you do that tomorrow?" "So, I - I don’t know" You wanted to spend time with him. "Does it have anything to do with Hannah?" "No" "With your pursuers?" He shakes his head. "Will you come to me?" Nervous, he looks at you. "And then?" his cheeks turn red again. "I don’t know," you’re hoarse. You wanted to kiss him, touch him, be close to him. He was suddenly just there and you wanted to be with him so much it almost hurt. He saw only three meters away from you and was so close to you. He saved you and put himself in danger. "Uh, I don’t know" Jake nervously scratched his neck. "Please" you breathe. He closed his eyes briefly and seemed to think twice. He turns back to the computer, and you thought he’d leave you here disappointed and ashamed. But then he typed in a few things and closed the program. In the chair, he turned to you and looked at you. "I think there’s still time tomorrow," he mumbles. You nod at him carefully. "And now?" he asks softly. "We could uhm.. talk?" Your whole body started to tingle and the mood seemed tense. Now Jake got up and came up to you to sit next to you. "Is everything okay?" he asks calmly. Quickly you nod to him. "Yes, yes, everything okay" "Do you want something from me?" he suddenly asks. Surprised, you look at him. Your cheeks turn red and you look away from him. For a moment, it stays quiet between you. Then you look back at him and see his intense gaze. Small electric shocks run through your body. Jake’s look wanders from your eyes to your lips. "Will you kiss me now?" you whisper in silence. "Do you want that?" he asks cautiously. "Was the question irony?" You sit cross-legged on the bed and look at him. As you sit directly at the edge of the bed, he comes up to you and kneels with one leg on the bed the second leg stands on the floor and gives him support. His hands lie on your cheeks, and he presses his lips on yours. At the beginning the kiss was still cautious but then becomes more and more passionate.

-The part of a hot time lol skip if you don’t want to read it-👑

His tongue touches your lips and you intensify the kiss even more. Actually, you didn’t expect Jake to be so open and not shy about this, but you were wrong. You were more shy than him and probably more excited. Your heart was beating so fast you were afraid of a heart attack. Your whole body tingles as it gently presses you back to the bed and leans over you without ending your kiss. Your hands reach into his hair and pull him even closer to you. His right hand was on your hip. Slowly and always waiting for your reaction if it is okay for you, he pulled up the fabric of your sweater a bit and drove his hand under your top. Since you don’t keep him from it, it enjoys stroking his hand over your skin. The parts he touched were heated automatically. He loosens his lips from yours and you can only hear your quick breathing. "What are we doing here?" he asks softly. "I don’t know, but I know I don’t want to stop" shyly you look up at him "But I don’t know if this is such a good idea in the direction it is going" "Jake, our lives are made up of these moments right now, and more will follow" You’re stroking through his hair. Happily, he sighs. "You’re right," and with those words he kisses you again. His kisses wander over your cheek to your neck. His tongue runs over your skin and you gasp. You feel his lips deform into a grin. With more courage now your hand moves under his sweater and with your palm you touch over his stomach where you could feel light muscle. With your hands you push his sweater further up. His lips leave your neck and he stands up briefly. Carefully and slowly, you take off his sweater. When he landed on the ground, your eyes fall on his upper body. As you could just feel, there were slight muscles on his stomach and chest. But more exciting were the tattoos that occasionally pulled over his upper body. Fascinated, you follow the line of tattoos with your finger. "Why are you looking like that?" he asks softly. "I didn’t expect you to have that many tattoos," you mumbled and looked at him. When you meet his look it grabs you and you kneel before him to kiss him again. Carefully he pulls you on his lap and his hands lie under your sweater on your hips. Always a little further up he pushes your sweater up. You release your lips from his and raise your arms up to show him it’s okay if he takes off your top. When your sweater lands on the floor, he puts its arms around your upper body and pushes you back onto the mattress. He lies above you and immediately begins to kiss your neck again. From your neck to your collarbone to your base of your breasts. You pull his head back up to you so you can kiss him again. You grab into his hair, which makes him growl. His fingers reach down over your neck and your chest to your jeans. He cleverly opens the button and the zipper. Again he waits a short moment if you would stop him, but again you don’t. "Jake don’t worry, I would have stopped you long ago if I didn’t want to," you whisper. Instead, he sat up again and slowly pulled the jeans off your legs. And he looked right in your eye, which made you swallow. It wasn’t your first time, and certainly not Jake’s, but it was kind of different. You were pretty sure you were never so sure about anything like this. And that made it even more beautiful. "Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?" he breathes and presses his defining lips against yours this time. He’s between your legs, pressing his pelvis against yours, making you gasp. His fingers run over your belly and streaks along the waistband of your underpants. Your breathing is starting to shake. Jake looks you right in the eye as he walks his hand into your underwear. You want to kiss him but he won’t let you and just keep looking at you. Watch you twist your eyes because of him, watch your breathing speed up, claw into his arm. Hear your breath and how you mumble out of context. You pull him up a little too rough to be able to kiss him again. Your hand brushes down from his shoulder over his upper body. It’s your turn this time. Carefully loosen the belt he is wearing and then the opening of his jeans. He finally takes these off. Gradually, the rest of the clothes you two still had on, fall down on the floor. Jake leans over you and reaches for your right hand and twists your fingers together, pushing them over your head into the pillows. Your other hand is on his neck. The special thing about Jake was that he treated you like the most beautiful thing in the world. That he cares about you and your desires. How he considers his and your desires and always looks at how you react. It makes him so proud that you seem to feel so good about him. It makes him proud that he was the man you wanted, that he could be with you in this room, that he could make you feel good. That you gave yourself to him.

--here you can read on--👑

Those feelings between you were strong. None of you could describe exactly what it was. It wasn’t just a desire, Or a little exciting between you. There was more, much more than you could describe. Again and again you were about to tell him that you loved him but you were unsure if this was not too soon. But it felt that way to you. The circumstances in which you met were so special that it wasn’t just a simple bond between you. It’s a lot more than that. Actually, you don’t believe in that, but it felt like he was the only one you ever wanted. But Jake didn’t feel any different. He was more scared, and he was more at stake, but he felt better with you than anywhere else. It was very unusual for him but since you were there he felt much happier. It’s the middle of the night and you talk about everything. You laugh a lot and get along really well. You lie on his chest and drive him with one hand through the hair while he tells you everything he has experienced through his "job". Hackers have a pretty exciting life, you notice. After a while, you just lie in bed together and think about something. Well, what Jake thinks you don’t know, but you’re wondering what’s between you two. You want his opinion, but you’re kind of afraid of his answer. One thing you knew, you wanted to be with him, you didn’t want to be another second without him. Your conversations make you realize how much you like him. Why you want to lie? You had met and he immediately crept into your heart and took every single part of it completely. So you took all your courage and you took a deep breath. "Jake? What is this between us?" The room was completely dark and you weren’t even sure if he was asleep. When you realize he pulls you closer and hides his head in your neck bend, you know he’s still awake. "I don’t know, but I know you mean more to me than anything else"

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I hope you enjoyed it, I might want to do a second part but I’m not sure yet.

Bye 👉🏻👈🏻🌹🎭

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Yugioh Ep33 S4 pt 1: Deus Ex US Military

Been a little distracted but was reminded--yo--I gotta finish S4 of Yugioh this year. I think I can do it. There’s like...what...two episodes left? Three? Like I don’t want to tempt 2020, but like...I think I can finish this thing.

That and a bunch of my Photoshop files corrupted, I don’t know why, I’m very scared for my hard drive, and I need to do a big ol defrag and hope that’s enough. Really hoping this is my bad and not my computer’s bad. I’m pretty hard on this computer when I paint digitally.

and I was immediately gifted by the anime gods because yo, it’s my favorite storyboarder! They're back to carry me through my election burn out, every episode they touch has so much style and no matter how freakin weird or confusing the plot is, this storyboarder/animation team doesn’t seem to care. They will this kids show about cards with this attention to detail. They just have a lot of enthusiasm and that’s a thing about anime that I really like to see. No matter how weird it is, you gotta go 150% without any shame. Love it. Love to see em back.

First off, that earthquake from last episode?

Just a little bigger of an earthquake than I originally thought, coincidentally, this is when Roland shows up, only to realize that he’s like...10 minutes to late.

Well, maybe a little longer than 10 minutes when you consider that Mai freakin died and Yugi almost died, and Joey is absolutely dead and being carried across Tristan’s back.

Anyway, Roland just walked into a whole lot and is just trying to process his life. Roland is all of us in October/November of 2020.

If Roland only knew how many times Seto and Mokuba have totally biffed it when he wasn’t looking.

Like for reals...how is Roland still alive? Like...I don’t think the guy has ever died. Not even once. Maybe that’s Roland’s superpower as the secret FourthKaiba, by just being the only one to stay very far away from the constant BS strewn at this family.

Roland is just...too inept to die. He’s always too far away, he comes after the big bad has already murdered a few people, he’s just...too bad at his job to ever be a target. Live long, Roland. The Kaiba who was the smartest of all by actually being the dumbest.

Also, look at him parking far enough away on the actual helicopter landing pad. He is the only ‘Kaiba’ that follows the law. This could also be the other reason for his secret to longevity.

(read more under the cut)

Faced with a stairwell between their freedom and this weird earthquake chasm that just opened on the top story of this building, Yami decides it’s his job to carry...................

...................Raphael.

(Never forget that we know the exactly weight of Yugi Muto.)

And like Yami is weirdly strong because of magic powers but like...maybe Yami should take Joey and then Tristan should pick up Raphael? I’d say Tea could also pick up Raphael, but I feel like she just wouldn’t want to.

TBQH maybe the reason that Yami is carrying Raphael is because literally no one else feels like it? Like no one likes this guy?

Just kinda feels like Yami is holding onto Raphael out of a sunk-cost fallacy. He’s already done so much work to this guy, can’t lose him now. Gotta save Raphael to make up for killing Gurimo, Weevil, and Yugi. Can’t fail a fourth time.

Anyway, you know what else this storyboarder is good at?

How did they even get reference for drawing this? They didn’t, right? They’re just so good at art that they were like “I can draw ANY person in ANY outfit straight up the crotch, I dare you.”

Seto decides to...not help out, much like virtually all of Yami’s other friends, who also just kinda...yelled and cried at this situation instead of...helping.

Which is fine, because the stairwell gave out and then Raphael decided to uhhhh throw this directly at me.

Just one more yeet for the road. Youknow this guy has yeeted the Pharaoh not once but twice in one season, and both times he just chucked him like he was made out of foam core. (Also, please admire the millennium puzzle in this shot going out at like a 90 degree angle. Just...A+, this storyboarder is hilarious)

At first, I really thought Yami was dabbing his way over that ledge.

In a moody shot with his hair and his jacket swaying in the breeze, almost designed for you to lift and stick into your Youtube AMVs, Seto looked onward and seemed...kind of bored because no one’s throwing any cards. And like who can blame him, he has been on the top of so many ledges and so many buildings that he’s seen Yami make this same speech of “DON’T DO THIS DAMN LEDGE THING I SWEAR TO GODS” like...so many times.

He just immediately accepts Yugi died and is like “Well I guess that makes me king of games.”

And Raphael, after like several minutes of begging Yami to just let him die, decides to let go of that ledge on his own, because this is Yugioh, and you gotta fit in that suicide within the first 10 minutes of the episode. Which, PS, is not the weirdest thing that happened this episode.

And because Roland is freakin late to everything, he showed he could have done this the entire time. Honestly I think Roland just didn’t want to deal with Raphael. We can blame this on Roland, right?

PS we never see this building again in this episode.

I don’t know........why they bothered showing this. If anything it makes the next plot twist more weird because it’s like...what was the point of the random ass earthquake and the random ass concept art building if we, in fact, aren’t coming back here???

I mean I guess it’s a nice shot for your Artstation portfolio, good on you, Yugioh background artist.

Unfortunately this chip contains Seto Kaiba’s greatest weakness. (SanDisk card? Jump drive? Which PS--if they had jump drives this whole time, why was Seto using floppies earlier in the season? Like what happened there?)

And then, with the hatch of their helicopter just wide open, no one in a seat belt, and walking away from the destruction of one of the largest buildings in San Fransisco, finally the cops showed up. Real cops this time, not possessed cops. Also, it’s the Marines.

Am I going to get my Monty Python ending? I mean...if cops can recognize these kids in this universe...I might get my Monty Python ending. :) :) :)

For some reason, back on the mean streets of San Fransisco with no people left alive in it, Rebecca just kinda started losing her mind. Maybe this was to make up for the 2 seasons I had to watch Duke Devlin flirt with a 12 yo? That now we have to suffer Duke saddled with this small crazy person?

This small crazy person who is painted as this intolerable person next to Duke Devlin, but is also a love interest for the main character? Like Yugi’s into some weird ass angry girls.

PS the orcs were no longer needed for the plot so they have turned into streams of light in order to join with the Leviathan mass. So now Rebecca and Duke Devlin will just have literally nothing to do for the rest of the season. I guess they can go to Ghiradelli square...someone’s gotta eat that ice cream before it melts.

Also this happened.

In case you were like “Wow Rach, you didn’t update the Death Count, how dare you”--it’s because I uh...completely forgot that the Oricalchos crew is immune to fall damage. Raphael’s just fine now. He fell down 50 stories...and then 50 stories fell on him...but don’t think about it.

Meanwhile, on the back of some aircraft carrier, far into international waters, the kids get recruited into the military of a foreign country and it’s just as weird as you think it is.

Hey guys.

So, Bandit Keith was weirdly in Hell this season for no reason, right? What if he died offscreen because, earlier in the season, the US military threw him at Dartz because they couldn’t get a hold of Yugi or Kaiba? What about that headcanon? What if that’s why his angry ghost wanted revenge?

Anyway, they join the ranks of Shadow T. Hedgehog, which makes sense because...these guys look like human OC’s of Shadow the hedgehog already.

Sorry I just had a moment because Shadow uses guns a lot despite not needing them at all so “people won’t get uncomfortable with how powerful he is” while in Yugioh they can’t even...show a gun. That really is...you ever think about how weird that is? That Shadow the Hedgehog, a strange remix of a 90′s sega mascot, has a million giant guns but Kaiba’s actual gun (which, apparently he does have in the Japanese version of this show) got edited out completely?

Sometimes it just dawns on me and I have a moment.

Now the US Military just hand delivering them to Dartz is so wild because their reason for the USA not doing anything on their own with their fleets and fleets of ships is:

Have you MET the US? I live here, and if we were like given the choice to shoot the ocean...or just die...we’d be like “wait...for reals? So no one gets hurt, we just shoot guns at the water? You mean we finally found our true calling? For REALS? I just shoot this water bucket!??? FOR REALS????” and it would become a national holiday. All pop songs would be devoted to it. Our ancestors would make movies about it.

I mean, our dumbass president considered nuking a hurricane in 2019...in case you forgot because damn, it’s been a STUPID 4 YEARS. (And you better have voted already because for reals do not make me go through 4 more years of this. I do not think this blog would survive it...or the hurricanes that will keep getting nuked.)

Also....the show actually threw the word “proof” out there. Seriously show? You OK?

I figured the mind control situation would be a better reason not to arrest Dartz other than “Dartz is just so good at covering up his tracks” when the TRACKS have a broken down Caltrain on one side of them, and the other side of the tracks have the rest of that same Caltrain at the bottom of a river.

Seto is not amused but he never is. He will take this Nobel Peace Prize and step up to the microphone at the UN and be like “I WANTED IT TO BE A CARDS PRIZE.”

PS--we HAVE a map already, right? Raphael died to give us this map--and then didn’t die, but it’s not like anyone else here knows that. So like...why did we need the US Military to show up at all? Why is this scene important? Other than to look cool, I guess? Like...

...why is the US military here we already have a Deus Ex Machina delivered by Raphael? At least that one was deserved--the whole point of that duel was to get this MAP.

A map that we are never going to use.

...There’s a good chance that two writers wrote this episode in two different buildings and just...glued the two halves together. Animation is wild. Weird ‘Cinema sins’ things like this happen...all the time. This one though, this one is kind of funny because it’s a ton of wasted effort on the very best storyboarder.

Anyway I broke this up into two segments because I’m tired, and also, while a lot of people like long posts, the smaller posts are kinda easier to read. More will be upcoming in like...I dunno it really depends on a lot of things right, now, I’ve been having a time, but at least Yugioh is always there to enjoy. Maybe I’ll need so much distraction you’ll get an update tomorrow? Good things can happen, and it’s not like I get to do anything else for Halloween.

Happy Halloween Y’all! Lets make the most of it!

(here’s a link to read these in chrono order)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#ygo #yugioh #recap #photo recap #humor #seto kaiba #yami muto #yami #the military??? #helicopter #roland #mokuba kaiba #tea gardner #tristan taylor #rebecca hawkins #duke devlin #Ep 33 #S4

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Agents of Shield Rewatch 3x05 4,722 Hours

Ohhhh boy, this one may get long. Or not. Depends on what kind of mood I’m in. I’ll save my general rant for the end so you scan skip past it if you want. 

NOTE: I DO NOT HATE WILL. As a character he’s fine. As a plot device...well that’s not his fault. Anyway this blog will not accept Will hate. Or really hate of any kind. I love love ok?

Aww remember when we had hope for like 10 seconds what a glorious time to be alive

Well it doesn’t take long to establish that Jemma is on a different planet

I love seeing her go into science mode what a queen

Also her talking to Fitz constanly...my heart!

“What if we run out of things to talk about for the first time ever?” 

I LOVE MY BEST FRIEND OTP

It’s a giant tentacle monster or something ewww

Sassy Jemma is best Jemma

“I know you won’t give up, so I won’t either.” This is an important line, because like essentially she does give up. Sigh.

PS I’m not blaming her but anyway I’ll get to that later

IT’S A TRAP

Made by a human. A male human. How convenient.

Hahaha I just realized the parallels here between Jemma working out trying to get to Fitz and Fitz working out in prison trying to get to Jemma

AND THE OSCAR FOR BEST ACTRESS GOES TO JEMMA SIMMONS

Will does really come across as a jerk here

He is an astronaut from 2001! Gasp!

Also she’d be lost regarding tech without Fitz? Hahahaha I find that hard to believe, but go on talking about Fitz girl.

I do feel really bad for this NASA crew

Jemma really is super kind and a good friend

“His name is like your favorite word” AWWWW SO CUTE

Hey now this all looks familiar

RIP old timey rich guy we hardly knew thee

Oh yeah, this is familiar too...from the first episode

Only now with bonus Will

I don’t really know where Will gets off saying he knew Jemma would want to see the No-Fly Zone. Like you barely know her. Back off son.

Aww her saying goodbye to Fitz is the worst

Look at my little science queen though out there sciencing

Is that the time the portal opened and sand got through to Fitz?? So close yet so far.

Poor Jemma has given up officially now.

I don’t know that kiss is so awkward

So like, here’s the thing. I do think Jemma had actual affection for Will. This whole thing is so rushed though. Like Jemma has given up on going back to Fitz, so she just jumps into Will’s arms? I don’t know, this just reads to me as the writer deciding that the most comforting thing is being in the arms of a man which is such a male thing to write, you know?

But yeah, Will was always her second choice and last resort

They certainly seem relaxed enough here though

That’s definitely Fitz’s flare

Fitz’s reaction of “We’re going to get him back” is basically peak Fitz and I love him so much for it

Well at least Will got to see the sunrise so there’s that

Also points for Jemma’s excellent calculations!

Whew, ok, that was a lot. Here’s the deal. I was super excited about this episode. I was ready to see Jemma show how awesome she is. And she certainly did that. But as soon as we saw that there was another person cast (a young male at that), I had a sinking feeling. I had hope that they wouldn’t do my girl dirty. But the fact is, they did. What should have been a celebration of Jemma and her amazingness turned into...a sorry love triangle?

One thing that irritates me was the deliberate misdirects from earlier episodes. Like why was Jemma so bothered by noises when she had been jibjabbing and living it up with Will? It’s not like she’d had total silence that whole time. Same thing with her waking up with a shiv in the middle of the night. Like she’d spent most her time holed up in a cavern with Will. I seriously doubt she was sleeping with a shiv down there. Especially not when those bunks were together winky winky.

But also it bothers me that they felt the need to do this in the first place. Like Jemma would have totally gone back for Will no matter what. If he were Wilhelmina, Jemma would have wanted to go rescue her. If he were an old man, Jemma would have wanted to go back and rescue him. JEMMA DIDN’T NEED TO SLEEP WITH HIM TO WANT TO GO BACK. SHE WOULD HAVE WANTED TO RESCUE HIM ANYWAY BECAUSE SHE’S A SWEET, KIND, ACTUAL ANGEL.

The ONLY reason they did it was to keep Jemma and Fitz apart longer. And they didn’t even do that really. It was one of the dumbest plot points ever.

So yeah, I’ll give this a 100/10 on the Pointless Love Triangles scale. There was no need. But also Jemma Anne Simmons gets a 1000000000000000000/10 on the Awesome scale because she is. And finally Fitz gets a 1000000/10 on the Best Friend Working Hard in the Background scale for being a driving force in this episode while hardly being in it.

The song for this episode is “Mother Mother” by The Veronicas because seriously Jemma did that.

#aosrewatch #aosrewatchs3 #earth vs space #team earth aos #jemma simmons #leo fitz #fitzsimmons #will the astronaut #weird alien planet #death dust storms #plants that want to eat you #magic phone batteries #and SCIENCE #also props to me for keeping my complaining to a minimum

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The “Goblin Slayer” Problem (Editorial)

Warning before we begin; there will be spoilers for many different anime in this piece. I could say them all but that would just make this longer. They are older series, so at this point if you haven’t tried to watch, play, or read the things I talk about or show then I’m sorry but you were warned.

So before I begin I want to say one thing. This is not an attempt to defend Goblin Slayer alone. Also, this is not me saying that Goblin Slayer is a good or bad series. I have not read the light novel or manga, and I have hardly watched the Anime. I have seen two episodes and, while I plan to continue the series, I am currently not following the show at this time. However, I do know of the problem at hand and have done my share of research. I won’t be taking sides in this debacle; so please, don’t jump to any conclusions. I may lean one way or the other at times but, again, it all stems from my opinion. So let me just say one thing. For those saying that Goblin Slayer is a terrible series and those who watch it are terrible people, or for some people who are trying to defend the series in some fashion. Many of you are wrong and a lot of you are the problem... Let’s begin.

So to start things off, what exactly is Goblin Slayer? For those in the anime community that, somehow, don’t know after things blew up; Goblin Slayer is a series about an adventurer that goes by the same name. This adventurer does one thing, kill goblins. The series is a dark-fantasy series that takes a deeper look at a possible take on goblins. This isn’t your friendly goblins you may have come to know from shows like That Time I got Reincarnated as a Slime or Overlord.

These are the definition of monsters. Their aim is to kill, pillage, and do as they please. This is where the problem comes in. What is it that these goblins like to do? In the case of Goblin Slayer it’s either brutal death or, for the unfortunate women of the world, rape.

Now the controversy stems from the first episode of the anime. While it wasn’t the starting point of the series; the anime was where most people and unsuspecting viewers first saw the series. In the first episode we are met with one of the main characters, the priestess. I don’t know if she has a name and I can’t seem to find one. Most of what I find on her just calls her priestess so we’ll just be going with that. The priestess is new to adventuring and is looking to go on her first job. She’s unsure of what job to take and is approached by a group of three looking for her talents. The four of them accept a job to hunt down a band of goblins that have been a menace and all seems well. However, they are not prepared and underestimate their enemy. This results in the death of two party members and the kidnapping of another. One member is brutally killed and the scene is shown to some extent, the other’s death takes some time and is by no means painless. Though, death and violence are a concept many can sweep under the rug; and what became of the other two? The priestess is alive but distraught; the fourth member, a monk, was caught off guard by a hobgoblin and was taken deeper into the cave. To make a long story short, the monk did not die but the monk is a women and the other alternative for the Goblins is no where near better.

Above is the scene in question; in the video you can see what becomes of the party. Near the end is the part that has caused an uproar among the community. If you have seen the scene, don’t wish to watch the scene, or possibly can’t stomach the scene; don’t worry, you are not forced to watch this to understand where I am coming from. Just know that the rape scene, that has become somewhat of a controversy, happened. It wasn’t a long drawn out scene that shows everything imaginable, but it shows more than enough to know the act happened.

Now, after the first episode aired, things escalated in a way that people probably didn’t see coming. Many people were disgusted over what they just watched. People were outraged that a scene like this could go unchecked. It got so bad that sites like Crunchyroll had to issue a warning on the show for mature content on future episodes. People on Youtube started making terrible, and probably mostly faked, reaction videos. Though, worst of all, people began to verbally attack one another for viewing the show and finding enjoyment in what Goblin Slayer truly had to offer. “If you watch this trash anime, then you are a trash human being.” You’re a terrible person if you actually enjoy Goblin Slayer.” Whoa, Whoa, Whoa... Lets back it up a couple paces. Why did this all of a sudden become a huge mine field? We’re better than this people. Why is one rape scene the cause for so much strife and hatred? If it’s this easy to anger people, then what problems are within our future? Next you’re going to tell me that everyone will be at each others throats over an anime characters sexual orientation.

Joking aside, anime has been the hot zone for some of the dumbest issues recently. Why is this so new to people? What is it about Goblin Slayer that makes the red flags fly? It’s not the first series to explore dark themes and show scenes like this. Why is it that, not only the anime community but, people within “nerdy” communities are so easy to anger; and not just that, why do things go so far. No one knows how to argue their point, and so many people feel they need to go to extremes to get their point across. You’re all making the community worse; you are one of the reasons anime gets a bad name. No one wants to watch and talk about something when the other people watching are as toxic as they come. Be constructive, stop attacking others because they don’t like something you enjoy and vice versa. NOT EVERYONE IS GOING TO LIKE WHAT IS PRESENTED! I know it’s a surprising concept but, please, actually try to see things from a different perspective other than your own. You’re not fully right in your opinion, but at the same time there is always some truth.

We’ll get back to the community as we talk about the issues. I did some more research into the controversy and found some ideas that just need to be thrown away. Not just from the side of people against Goblin Slayer but, also, for those attempting to defend it. For starter, lets begin with the side against the show. What is it about the rape scene that makes you all so angry. Lets start from the top.

Rape as a concept

Now the act of rape is obviously a very sensitive topic. I don’t have any business speaking on the topic when it comes to various scenarios, but please bear with me. The biggest issue I have with rape as a concept is the very sensitivity some people exhibit. Now, I can’t speak, and shouldn’t speak, for actual victims; however, I can assume that most people who aren’t victims attacking Goblin Slayer are doing so because to them rape equals bad. There is no argument here; rape is a terrible act that should never take place but, there lies the crucial problem, it does happen. It’s sad to say but, at this moment in our lives, rape is a very prominent thing. So why exactly do the alarms sound when somebody wants to portray rape in a visual or written medium? 

Rape holds just as much place is movies, anime, and video games as do things like murder or other extreme felonies. Though, you never hear any backlash for the countless people murdered in games like Grand Theft Auto, or the themes of domestic abuse in stories like Oyasumi Punpun.

Why do things involving straight violence get a pass, but the moment a terrible sexual act is presented everyone starts a war? I think it’s the gravity of the crime. It’s hard to say but, here in america, murder is something known. We’ve seen it so many times before that we’re desensitized to it. We see news stories about school shootings and, at this point, it’s become more of a common occurrence for a lot of people. Things like rape, however, are crimes that tend to go unnoticed by the overarching community. I’ll be completely honest most cases of rape, that I’ve seen, are all fictional. Until recently, with all the sexual assault cases being presented against celebrities, you’d never hear about someone being the victim of rape; but, let me reiterate, this is based off my experience. I don’t know at the moment how often of a crime rape has become and how open victims and other people are when it comes to the issue. In my experience, with the society around me, it’s not something that everyone has been exposed to a great extent. 

Again, I could be wrong about a lot of this, but I believe this is the building blocks of our problem. People know that rape is a thing, but they aren’t fully desensitized to the act. In a lot of respects this is still a very good thing. Fight for the real life victims and go against those who would even think this action is a right thing to do. However, this is the exact opposite for a lot of media. We should be allowing things like anime, movies and video games to portray the act. No matter how dark or gross it may be to some, we must accept that this is a thing. By producing hate speech against a studio or it’s people we breed a source of censorship. People may not believe it, but the collective voice has power and if this voice wants to see something end because it shows rape then it can do just that. 

If we allow something like this to go on, it’s like an act of coddling the masses. If you can’t accept a rape scene, then just don’t watch. You’re eyes aren’t glued to the screen like some torture devised from a clockwork orange. If we censor the scenes of rape or domestic violence then that is just another way we hide the truth behind the curtain. At that point we are just taking word or mouth from people who also, probably, don’t have the business to speak about the subject. We’ve all see how well that works. “You shouldn’t smoke, it’s terrible for your body,” Don’t drink and drive, it’s your life and the life of others on the line.” No offense to my teachers, but the PSA’s don’t work. Words can be powerful, but the media has the power to show us just how terrible certain things can be to ourselves and others. Enough about all this however, we’re getting a little off track. Lets get back to Goblin Slayer.

Most of you have no right to Judge 

Now before you read the bold face text and think to stop reading, hear me out. This isn’t a jab against every viewer of the first episode, or all those who say the show is a bad show. It is however a starting point for me to fight some of those who have produced their fighting words. Why exactly has Goblin Slayer been the subject of so much hatred. What is it about the scene in Goblin Slayer that pushes the envelope? Rape is not a new concept in media but for whatever reason it erupted at this very moment. Now there is one thing I want to say to some of the attackers. This won’t apply to some people, but I know there are a select amount of people this still applies to. This can not be the first rape scene you’ve experienced. I refuse to believe that every viewer had their innocent minds torn apart because they’ve never seen a rape scene prior to Goblin Slayer. Whether it’s from previous anime or manga like Berserk or Hellsing

or from rated R films like The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. There is no possible way, within our world, everyone has avoided this. The case can also be made for literature outside of Japan. Take the popular series, Fifty Shades of Grey. I did my research for this and, while there isn’t a clear rape scene, the book does utilize sexual content to sell itself to it’s readers. The book has been panned by people who legitimately enjoy BDSM as a sexual activity. They have said that the book fails to capture what BDSM truly is and pretty much boils down to sexual abuse. 

Now here’s the kicker; if you’re alright with any of the series mentioned above, or know of another series that uses rape in any form. Then your opinion is mostly flawed. There are definitely other reasons why you may say the scene is terrible, but if you’re latching on to the concept that showing rape or portraying rape is bad because it’s rape and the show is bad by comparison; but you give rape a pass in other things then, guess what, you’re a hypocrite.This may be a small amount of people among the bigger picture, but I know that there are people judging just to judge. It comes with the territory. At that point you’re just looking for something to hate about another series, or jumping on the bandwagon to be relevant. Though there are some people who have made arguments as to why the scene is bad, and why the show is by comparison. 

The scene fails to be dark

For the more avid viewers, some people have said that the scene in Goblin Slayer wasn’t handled well. It’s not necessarily the fact that it was a rape scene, but that it was a poorly constructed scene. The scene was presented to show that this is not the happy fantasy setting that many people have come to know from other series in the genre. It’s meant to be dark and the scene was used to illustrate that the world and it’s monsters are a threat, no matter how small the creature may be. It also served to illustrate that no matter how weak the monster is; the adventurer should never go in thinking the job will be a breeze. 

One of the things I’ve seen people say is that the story fails to produce a dark tone because of it’s art style. The character design of the cast is to cutesy to produce a dark feeling and the scene just falls flat. Some people have used Berserk as an example of how dark themes and rape work because Berserk utilizes a more realistic art style.

While it is a possible fact that the realism of Berserk plays to the mangas benefit; this does not prove the former. In Goblin Slayers case, people have stated that the female characters are the problem. They look to “moe-cute” and due to this the dark themes and scenes fall flat. Maybe there is some fact in what people say. I’ve seen my fair share of anime and it’s really difficult to make dark moments from these characters. Except, I would never actually say that if I wasn’t being sarcastic. It’s easier for me to say that, if you believe this idea; If you believe that an anime can’t portray a dark scene or mature moment because the characters are “cute”, then you’re wrong.

YOUR WRONG

COULDN’T BE FURTHER FROM THE TRUTH

ART STYLE DOES NOT ALWAYS DICTATE THE EFFECTIVENESS OF A SCENE.

Just because something looks cute, does not mean it is instantly impossible for that to show dark subjects. You can believe that the art style or character design of a particular series is the reason a dark scene fails; that is your opinion. However, you can not say that cute character design or “Moe” art styles instantly make it impossible to convey dark themes. That idea could not be farther from the truth.

There is no reason for attack

For other people it’s more on the bigger picture of the scene as a whole. I said before that the rape scene serves a few purposes. It’s a means to introduce the goblins of the world and goblin slayer. It provides a level of world building and also danger. Now this is all opinion and I can’t dash anyone for saying they believe the scene did not deliver. That is all up to interpretation. I believe that the scene does an alright job at getting the point across. It’s clear that the party was under prepared. It worked to illustrate that goblins aren’t to be messed with, even if they are smaller and weaker monsters when compared to others. Could there have been a better way to introduce these things? Maybe, but  I believe the scene is fine for what it’s trying to show. The show isn’t centered around these scenes. You don’t have to agree with the scene or like the show at all. It’s all your opinion. However, that does not give anyone the right to start attacking.

If someone likes goblin slayer then that’s the end of the story. You think it’s a terrible anime, they don’t. I think Dragon Ball Z is a highly overrated trash fire, but I’m not storming the doors of Toei Animation and calling them bad people. Your opinion is yours alone; you can share your opinion, and please do, but that doesn’t make you right. The same goes for the other side; it is your opinion that Goblin Slayer is a good show or manga. Cool, I’m glad you find enjoyment in a new series. There’s one problem; if you’re going to defend the series for what it presented, then you need to be more constructive and do your research. The thing that made me start this piece was a post I saw on twitter. There was a back and forth between two people about the series and the scene in question. The argument escalated to involve politics and other issues. Talk involving Social Justice Warriors, or feminists were also thrown into the mix. Why? What does any of this have to do with an anime about a man who kills goblins? Where does someone start talking about the political aspects? What do SJW’s have to do with anything regarding this anime? It’s one thing if you enjoy the series but, if you plan to defend it, or other things, please don’t just spout off nonsense. You’re just making yourself and the other people in the community look bad.

Tell the people why you think the show is good, seriously debate the shows pros from it’s cons. If they won’t listen to you and would rather attack you then they are not worth the effort. 

Good Vs. Bad

I’ve said my piece on the Goblin Slayer controversy and ultimately; I don’t understand why it’s a controversy. Are we, as people, really so innocent to the idea of rape as a concept or story element. I still don’t fully understand what makes the rape scene of Goblin Slayer that final nail in the coffin. The scene serves a purpose and, while the purpose may not be the best; it does it’s job in my opinion. What baffles me the most is that this didn’t happen sooner. The concept is not new and by far this is not the worst use of it. I’ve read my fair share of manga and researched into other series and can say that I have seen far worse portrayals. In fact most of the scenes that bring about good development from the story or character are scenes that show the action did happen. In The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo the main character Lisbeth Salander is raped by her “caretaker” fairly early in the film/book.

The scene is horrifying and disgusting; even with most of it happening behind closed doors. However, it serves a purpose to the future plot. We understand that the concepts present are terrible, but the scene works; and in my mind the same could be said for Goblin Slayer as well as other shows. Take Hellsing for example.

For Hellsing the scene above is used for two things. One is to show a deeper look at the main characters back story; while the other is a commentary on religion within the series. it’s been years since I’ve seen Hellsing Ultimate so I won’t go in depth on the scene in fear of getting something wrong, but if you’re fine with watching the scene then it is above.

These moments have their uses; it’s a dark and terrible concept for sure, but viewers need to understand that it’s a real thing and the media should portray it. Just as they portray death and violence. We’re adults, and it’s our job to accept it. Unless, of course, the scene actually serves no purpose.We shouldn’t be attacking Goblin Slayer just for the scene; there are plenty of anime and manga that deserve way more animosity than this. To name a few there is Killing Bites.

This series starts with an attempted rape on the main female character. the scene is put in place to introduce our main two cast members; as well as, introduce the viewer to the concept of human animal hybrids. The scene ends with the main female character transforming into the form you see above and then killing her assailants. This is one of the worst things anyone can do. It’s one thing if the scene happens, but to make a scene where rape is attempted, only to present the powers present in the series is a huge cop-out. At that point the series is saying that the main character was never in any real danger, severely down playing the concept of rape. That feels extremely insensitive to actual rape victims. There were better ways to introduce the characters and the abilities. Another example is Magical Girl Site.

This is what I don’t understand, we pan Goblin Slayer for the first rape scene shown. While a show like this is ONLY about the rape and abuse of a school girl. Some people think that Goblin Slayer is some how more edgy than Magical Girl Site. How? Site uses abuse and rape as a means to somehow build their main character to be a “killing” magical girl. If Goblin Slayer somehow pushes the envelope, then this series has demolished the entire post office.This dark themes of the show are terrible and sickening to the point that they feel forced. Are we sure we didn’t get the names mixed up? Every scene of this series just feels like a horrible and disgusting attempt at shock value. The only problem being that it’s missing the value. Last example is Sword Art Online.

While not as terrible as Site, this scene was extremely unnecessary. It’s purpose was to anger Kirito and give him a reason, as well as the viewer to hate the antagonist of the second half. However, this was all already established. This scene could have been completely changed with her just tied up in the background and it would still get the same message across. I, as well as other people, make the argument that Asuna was almost the victim of a rape. In my mind the antagonist was fully intending to go that far after everything was said and done with Kirito. This is a lazy attempt at shock value and character building. A cheap way to show who we are rooting for and who we are against; even though this was all already established at the beginning of the arc.

Rape is an element, or concept, that plays a huge role in a narrative, and I believe that a lot of people who watched Goblin Slayer when it aired don’t really realize this. It can be effective, or poorly tacked on. If you’re not a fan of how rape is being portrayed, then just stop watching the material. Though the biggest thing we need to take away from this is that rape is an important concept in media. It’s terrible, but we need to be shown it almost to the same extent as violence and death. It’s not always shown in the best ways, but it can work. Though, whether you dislike it or accept it in a media aspect; don’t start taking your animosity out on other viewers. They did nothing wrong. Don’t like it? Then just don’t watch and move on with your life.

Thanks again for reading all the way through. I know this topic will probably raise some flags for people, and I may see some hate here and there. This is how I’ve seen the issue as it has unfolded. There are many people across social media that just have the situation all wrong in my mind; that, or they are approaching it from the worst possible positions. I can’t tell you if Goblin Slayer is a good or bad show, but I can say that it’s starting episode is not at fault. I may be back later in the month with a review; though with how Tumblr’s new policies I may need to move shop. I’ll keep you all posted, and again thank you for reading to the end. Have a good one.

#goblin slayer #anime #manga #movies #novel #movie #novels #hellsing #hellsing ultimate #berserk #killing bites #magical girl site #sword art online #editorial #opinion piece #opinion writing #seinen #shounen #fantasy #funimation #funimation entertainment #white fox #kannatsuki noburo #noburo kannatsuki #kagyuu kumo #kumo kagyuu #miura kentaro #kentaro miura #young animal #big gangan

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TMA Liveblog: Up to Ep 44

To every season turn, turn, turn, there is a reason turn, turn~

I keep trying to do these liveblogs three episodes at a time-- and keep failing at that, and doing 4 or 5. Woops. (I think the issue is that because I tend to listen to them while walking to and from a place that’s about 20 minutes away, I end up listening to them in multiples of two. ...unless I get cliffhangered and then listen to an extra one to get to 5 episodes.)

So, it’s a new season, and I have people looking gleefully forward to my reactions to it (and my reactions to Jon’s mental state in particular) so I’m looking forward to it with an appropriate amount of dread!

And oh boy, is Jon being ridiculously paranoid right now. Which is... almost reasonable. I say ‘almost’ because-- look, the amount of paranoia he has is A Lot, and Probably Too Much, but he also plausibly has someone who might want to murder him? It’s not paranoia if they really are out to get you, as they say. And better to be way too paranoid and alive than not paranoid enough and dead.

Even if Jon’s paranoia is patently ridiculous. “Oh, Martin’s being nice to me, it must be a cover up!” And I’m like, Jon, no, use Occam’s Razor, my dude. He could be out to get you-- or he could a coworker that respects you, feels survivor’s guilt about accidentally leaving you and Tim behind and you both getting wormed, and possibly is also concerned that you have returned to work with relatively fresh wounds?*

Also, if Martin was in on it-- why would he tell you he found Gertrude? You didn’t know how Gertrude had died before this, let alone whether she was actually for realsies dead! It’d be in the interests for anyone in on it for you to not know that she was shot/was definitely dead/was in the tunnels with a bunch of tapes. (Though, putting my really paranoid hat on, if Martin did already know about Gertrude’s death, and got separated from Jon in the tunnels, he might say he found Gertrude just in case Jon+Tim had already stumbled on her, to not break his cover. ...but this is hellaciously paranoid, and unlikely to be the case.)

...and of course the tunnels lead to the tunnels under a panopticon. Because where else would they lead? (Also, on an irl note: Jeremy Bentham, whyyyyyy. I know that at the time, on paper, a panopticon would look more humane than the other kinds of punishment available, but Bentham whhyyyyyyyyy. I want to like you!) I do not like panopticons, Sam I Am. Especially considering Jon feeling like he’s being watched all the time. Especially not in a place of power/full of spooky stuff (because I’m pretty sure these tunnels connect to the Old Passages.)

And there’s the Lost Jon’s Cave Thing in the tunnels too. Jon expresses confusion about why there was an arrow leading down if he was told to leave, in no uncertain terms, after going down. I have a theory on that: the Lost Jon’s Cave Thing and whatever drew the arrow aren’t the same thing. I mean, separate paranormal things have been antagonistic towards each other before: see Michael and The Spiders** vs The Worms. This might just be another example of that

Alfred Grifter sounds alarmingly like the guy who took over Ivy Meadows Care Home-- but they seem to have super different MOs. Harmful sensation and rampant disease and rot don’t seem like super natural bedfellows (if you’ll pardon the pun.)

Also, HELLO BASIRA! She’s also an interesting case of how the Masquerade is... I don’t want to say ‘unnagressively’ or ‘unofficially’ enforced, because neither are quite right when talking about the government or the police? But another form of Masquerade enforcement other than ‘fiddling with the books’ and ‘just shoot it’.  The concept of the Section 31 form, and most people’s drive to avoid it all costs, is an interesting form of Masquerade enforcement. Also, heeeey Lightless Flame! I wonder which Leitner made you/you are associated with. (And in the dumbest case of nerdsnipery ever: I got distracted trying to work out whether, if you were creative enough, you could fill a bath with boilling water via a kettle. It took me a minute for the rest of my brain to kick in and realise, no, this was actually just a dumb cover up and you don’t need to work out if it was possible.)

And Hello Gertrude! I, like Jon, am confused why she is recording things. I originally had the thought ‘maybe she’s checking the veracity via the records on tape vs digital’...then I remember this recording was made in the 90s. I don’t think digital audio was super a thing back then. Apparently the tapes are my organised than the archive, and I think I have a theory about that: let’s say you were pretty sure someone was Out To Get You. You have some information you need, but you can’t let the people out to get you know you have it. First, you put that information in a format (tape) and a place (in secret underground tunnels) that’s hard to get. Any attacker would have to find the bloody things first, and audio is much harder to ‘skim’ to find out what someone knows. Secondly, you throw all the easily accessible information into disarray as possible. Sure, it’ll make things harder for your successor to sort through-- but your successor May Be Out To Get You. Making it harder for your successor is an advantage. This of course assumes Gertrude was also paranoid, but that doesn’t seem like a super unreasonable assumption.

It also looks like the Circus of The Other may be this seasons Big Thing, like the worms and Prentiss were last season. Not only is it mentioned in the first Gertrude statement, but also the first Basira statement as well (”...but unless they can point to the ghost or the spooky clown doll...”) ...I have mixed feelings about this. Because the Circus of the Other definitely contains some things I find super spooky (eg the unfinished tiger was super effective horror, in my opinion), circuses and clowns themselves I’m... not that scared by. I’m almost unscared by them, because ‘threatening clown’ is almost a contradiction to me. (Oh no, the really goofy thing is threatening me! I’m so scared!) I’m pretty sure I will end up appropriately spooked by this season, but after the hole that was made for me that was season 1... it’s an eensy bit of a letdown. But that’s okay. Now it’s the turn of people who are scared of clowns to be spooked :)

(Also, Jon’s gonna get captured by evil clowns, isn’t he. I think I heard something about a circus capturing him, which I may have mis-remembered wildly because I was trying not to remember it. But he’s going to get captured by spooky clowns. *sigh*)

*Sidenote about horror: I had a discussion with some other TMA friends about  how different episodes hit different horror notes, and what episodes people find freaky varies a lot. So I should probably note that my visceral nopes are injury and injury related things, with a sidenote of the fact that sometimes people perceive you when you don’t want them to. This is almost certainly affecting my analysis. And also my tendency to be ‘is Jon on enough antibiotics? And gah, why is he treating his wounds opening up in such a blasé manner?’

**...would be a good name for a band

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[katsuragitakumi]

Thoughts on New World Cross-Z

I don’t really know what to say. I expected this movie to be a disaster (because of the reviews I read when it was screened in Japan) and, while I don’t like every writing choice and some scenes felt a tad too clumsy, all in all it was fairly enjoyable. It certainly could have been better, but it also could have been worse. Much worse.

Banjou! I’m glad he was allowed to be his silly self throughout the movie. He’s such a lovable character! I didn’t like that one scene from Yui’s flashback that much, but I guess it had to be done like that to highlight Banjou’s growth. Then again, I’m not a big fan of movies repeating what we’ve already seen in the show (Sento’s identity crisis in Be The One or Banjou’s growth here), but I like the characters well enough to shrug it off and enjoy the movie anyway.

Sento! Oh. He was so, so sad in this movie. And… that’s normal, really. In the first scene Banjou brings up the fact that their fiends can’t remember them, then Killbas shows up and steals his driver, then he has to experiment on Banjou and put his life in danger, and then he worries about Banjou while he’s fighting Killbas (I guess Sento now understands how Misora feels like, huh?). At least, in the end, and thanks to Misora, he understood that this world still needs him. I’m still a bit “eh…” about the scene where he hands Yui Banjou’s power-up. As I said in this post, I understand the reasoning both in-universe (he wants Yui to see how much of a hero Banjou really is) and out-universe (Sento is meant to be a secondary character and can’t steal the new characters’ spotlight. If Sento were in the battlefield with Yui instead of chilling at home, Evolt would have probably attacked him instead of Yui), but I think it was a clumsy scene all the same. But not bad enough for me to wonder why it was like that, so… once again, it could have been worse.

Yui! Wow, I read back in the day so, so, soooo many complaints about her that I expected the worst (a tsundere,,,,,,,). Glad to be wrong, of course; she was pretty decent and it was easy to see why she behaved the way she did at first. Her suddenly falling for Banjou felt a bit… weird and rushed, but as I’ve said several times by now: it could have been worse. I dislike the notion of a female character existing just to be a love interest (and a man’s ~reward~, at that), but Yui at least was given a background and a personality, not to mention I find it hard to believe the ship is canon when the last scene is like that. This doesn’t mean they won’t end up dating in the next movie (although I don’t think they’re hiring Nagao -Yui’s actress- for a cameo, and making BanYui canon offscreen would be a bit anticlimatic) or in the novel, even. To be honest, I didn’t really mind the hug+kiss scene, and Kazumin’s reaction to it was amusing. The “best match” joke was what I liked the least (and a comment Akaso made makes me believe he didn’t like it either). I agree with people who think the movie tried, at least to some extent, to replace Sento with Yui. The “normal” thing would have been to draw parallels, if anything, between Yui and Kasumi, not between Yui and Sento. If you’re trying to give Banjou a love interest and no-homo his bond with Sento, it’s not a very bright idea to suggest “best match” may have a romantic meaning too or draw Sento-Yui parallels.

Anyway, yeah, the “romance” could have been better, and the last scene makes me believe they’re better off as friends, but it also could have been much worse. And the fact that their relationship is ambiguous at best is a very conscious decision by Muto or Toei; it would have been extremely easy to make them go on a cute date (like black-haired Banjou and Kasumi do in the finale), or have a romantic scene where they hold hands instead of an awkward hug+kiss combo, after which Banjou gets spanked by Kazumin and Yui is being hit on by Gentoku.

Do you know what I hated? Killbas. What an annoying guy.

Nascita gang! YEAH!!! It was great to see them again! I wish we got more heartwarming/cute moments with them, but I can understand why it didn’t happen (it’s Banjou’s movie). Even so, there were some funny and cute bits that made me smile. Misora was especially adorable. I love her. Gentoku and Kazumin were very hilarious and surprisingly cool. Sawa didn’t get to do much, but it was nice to see her reckless driving once again (as much as I disliked the aftermath). Utsumin just talked about sticks and yet he managed to be one of the best parts of the movie imo

Evolt! I have mixed feelings about him. On the one hand, it was delightful to see him again. He’s just that great of a character. On the other hand, I feel a bit ://// at the concept of the big bad not being really dead; what’s more, he flies into space and promises to come back. Uh. I wished they explored his having human feelings or something. I should accept it’ll never happen, shouldn’t I? Anyway, he was fun. I guess that’s what matters in the end.

Other things:

I love the movie started with a recap. That’s so Build.

Evolt’s voice actor!

If Banjou has the Sclash Driver and the Build Driver, he could have lent his Build Driver to Sento, even if it were just for a brief scene. I’m sad Sento didn’t get to transform with everyone else (Emu, Takeru and Shinnosuke did in other people’s v-cinemas!), but at least I got to see Rabbittank again anyway. And, well, this is Banjou’s time to shine anyway.

Sento’s been poisoned for the third time. Poor guy.

The movie is a bit edgy sometimes, even though Killbas’ plan is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard since…….. Heigen Final. Not that Evolt’s plan in the main show was superb either, mind you. That said, it could have been much edgier or grittier, so I’m glad the tone didn’t differ from the show that much (in other words, it’s no ROGUE)

As I mentioned in other post, though, I’m upset at the gratuitous violence aimed at women. Evolt hits Yui for no reason, then strangles her to raise Banjou’s Hazard Level (although, in all fairness, he did that to Sento in the show too) and Yui was BURNT ALIVE IN HER HUMAN FORM. And poor Sawa got knocked out Just Because and there was a joke about her being forgotten while she was still bleeding :( I think there are other ways to make Yui be in the spotlight without getting Sawa out of commission.

No, but really, where did Kazumin and Gentoku get their Sclash Drivers from? I guess that’s where I’m supposed to switch off my brain and enjoy the movie. It was great to see those two fighting again, so I shouldn’t complain.

Banjou’s power-up is very cool!

So yeah, all in all I found it entertaining and it had some very good scenes here and there. While other moments weren’t so stellar, they could have been much worse.

(It could have been ROGUE)

#weekly rambling #build txt #build spoilers #crossz spoilers #thanks to ROGUE everything looks better now to me

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

I hear two Atlanta Police Officers with missing vehicles called the Mayor and apologized to her for thinking of only themselves, admitted they were afraid that if they were in the same situation they would been fired as the other two in the Rayshard Brooks case and they couldn't allow that to happen to,themselves and the community so they wanted to show what would happen if it did because like me they all saw it as a justified homocide, a honorable weapon's discharge.

But after reading what i wrote last night. They fully regrret their decision and would like to have a meeting with her today, the entire 25 that stayed home for 3 days and they will all drive up to see her, in their personal cars of course.

Of course they got her mussing her mascara and all. Weeping she is. Don't mean she's weak. Just means she knows love. And she knows how evil attacks it and makes love so painful.

... ...

I mean I'm real surprised at Atlanta. I never had any problems with them they was always "The Next New Orleans" i called them.

Always just witchy with it. Good and a skip ahead.

So besides my anger at the situation created...

Look. I come straight outta the 90s.

Back then... Man. Our history been lost in 30 years. Our soul soul soul filled history. Its gone. It ain't there.

Back in the 90s we had about a 15 year break. From the protests from Vietnam War. Love not War Protests. We had them nice little 1950s with "Hello Technology: introduction to the TV" ONWARD to the "60s Hippies. Make love not War" taking it right onto the 70s which came back with the Civil Rights

So our 90s. Y'all they were the most beautiful. They were the combo of the 60s and 70s.

The riots and protests being taught to me and we made it big as we could with all the best parts of being a Human Rights Activist with brand new only 1990s fluorescent neon dripped could bring in.

That was all lost. Its all gone.

But the fight. The rights. THE TRUTH we went all 1950s and stayed in and raised our kids right. People wanna say shit about the Millennials. But we spoke truth. We spoke from our heart and we let them find,the truth as safe as possible and form their own opinions based on truth alone.

So now people wanna beat our kids. People i went to high school with they got high school graduates. Mine will be 17 this August. Real honest to God birthday and age.

Those are my babies. Our babies. They are our future. In 50 years they're gonna be like old man Bernie Sanders. 70 years old bent over fighting because we're gonna be near dead at 90 and more.

And people neglect and beat and ...

Man Our kids got it bad enough already. Simply because THEY KNOW THE TRUTH.

And man we got to protect them. Protect their hearts. Their minds. Their souls.

And they getting allllllll this stress. Put on them. Stress that is simply avoided.

By one dancing in the streets.

By 15 officers stating their badge numbers.

By the police owning up to who they are and why they exist.

Don't they want peace? Used to be they were called Peace Keeping Officers.

Now they called Lice Officers. Coming in on Native American Reservations claiming unwashed hair bread bugs. Let me tell you something. My daughter and I got lice a while back.. Like 8 years. The only thing that killed them was coating our hair in oil

Lice breath through holes in their exobody. So the oil makes them suffocate to death and die. Furthermore people whom smoke reject lice more frequently than those that don't. It takes me 3 months longer to get lice than a non smoker.

Peace pipe anyone?

.

So historically police aren't loved. They aren't wanted.

Being a police or military. It becomes a color of our skin. I'll post a tattoo that isn't finished being colored or lined. It's not done. I'll show you we can balance it.

Get out of your comfort zone. Step out of your skin.

We can't stop being black. We can't stop being what drives us to be police.

But we can control it.

"BURN ALL THEIR FUCKING CARS" demanded the international head of the CIA.

"No ma'am. This is what we did" they didn't tell me No before. They just did it. Because they knew it was better. They knew it would cause all 25 of y'all to have to stand up and say "my car is missing. This is how i feel. I do/don't want it back"

Where yall can't pretend what y'all did didn't matter and just get up and go to work the next day. All sneak in and get back to business.

No. You got a fucking problem. You forcing others to take on your load, Zone 5.

Were not walking away and being all its fine what ever. You got a problem. We need to tackle it in a for real state.

Foooorrrrr Reeeaaaalllll state.

You got a problem in your mind? Those become tangible. They aren't floating thoughts. They are what makes us do what we do.

Make it concrete. Take away their cars.

I ain't saying the charges will be dropped. That's all a whole other issue. I don't work in the justice system. Court. Law. I tell you how to win in court. But i ain't about telling some DA how to shove it. I just sue them. When its courts. I fight their game. With paperwork and all that shit. So like i said that's not on me to say the charges will be dropped.

When it's a basketball game you use a ball and circle to drop the ball in.

Use proper tools

Atlanta PD could and should said "alright let's picket the DA. Lets go in uniform. Leave our weapons in the car. Unbutton our shirts. Put red paint on our foreheads to show where they're hurting us. Show them the DA now made us defense less and stripped"

Half hour. 10 minutes. 2 hours. Don't matter. As long as you make that statement.

NYPD did that.

Sure i can ask Tree, tree why ain't you posted that? Taught them?

But why didn't NYPD pull out thier hands and say NBC, FOX. Where's them videos of what we use to do and so we can stop and make this shit right in the streets?

Thata all i did. That's all im doing now. Yeah I'm,the most brilliant and all

But the last since November i been telling y'all "shake them tail feathers"

How is Gary Trump's brother going into human trafficking for 24 years to be found by me. Then murdered by his brother that took his name and lied about who he was? And his brother didn't care. He said "ill go by Gary. It don't matter. Hes worked hard under my name"

How is the ACTUAL Donald Trump not allowed to be in a Black Lives Matter movement? How come no one is shaking their tail feathers to a man killed by the government for greed and white power?

The faux Donald Trump that is our impeached President is a racist.

So why isn't his brother being named? Black Lives Matter.

One person says "Let's Shake Our Tail Feathers".

Dont matter if you believe me. Its the movement. Quite literally.

Its confusing and alive and can make us all sick. It is its own plague. "Shake ya tail feathers" it's a mental plague if you refuse truth.

Regardless how i named it. I still taught it and spoke it. And led y'all to dance it.

Bye bye stress. Bye bye human trafficking.

Bye bye inequality.

Instead it's crazy

It was already planned to be crazy. Burning down buildings calling them Liberty Torches.

Civil Rights . Civil Liberties . take No Justice/Fairness and make it a sight to behold.

Is it fair to me financially to burn down my own economicially profiting legally businesses to make a Park and Garden where you can get fresh and,free vegetables and fruit for life? HELL FUCKING NO.

I got to pay security and taxes and i don't get a single domestic dime in return.

Kids go play on my slides and swings and wear them out having too much dam fun. Then i gotta spend More Money to make sure i am making sure they even get a single second to know what fun is.

I spent my whole life working. Every dam day.

One day I went out and I was 18 years old and i heard laughter. And i didn't know what it was. What made people laugh? How could people even be happy? Or want to laugh?

I was 18 years old. Didn't under stand a human thing.

And it just kept going and going and going. I wanted it to stop. I wanted to do whatever it took. And I didn't know why. Because i got my car keys out and opened my car door the second time that day. This time to make it stop. I put my car key between my fingers. Next thing i knew, I was sitting back down. And starting the car. Obviously my mom knew I was crazy with worry. And lost my mind. Shoved my ass back in the car and said "no you're just gonna leave and leave those innocent people alone"

I was so angry and bitter. And now my life is even worse.

If I couldn't attack them people. No one else can attack innocent people in public.

I don't care how fucked up you are. YOU CAN'T ATTACK SOMEONE FOR THEIR FREEDOMS.

Laughter. Black Lives Matter. Blue lives MATTER. All lives MATTER.

Some ignorant fool was arguing with a store clerk saying how her Black Lives Matter sign offended him

Watch me, #BLM #BLM ONE OF THOSE IS BLACK. ONE OF THOSE IS BLUE. TOGETHER WE ARE BRUISED BLACK AND BLUE.

Why can't y'all see and accept that?

We can't we be one. One truth.

One life to live

I can't live as Cleopatra or anyone of my past lives. I can't even live the life I led in the 90s. I can't even walk

We have one life to live and this is it.

So do we kill each other? Or do we protect each other?

Why aren't we being One?

When you're alone you can think of only you. You realize how important you are. We all need alone time.

When im with you i can only think about how important you are.

There isn't enough room in my brain to say how important we both are at the same time unless we do and think and act the same way all day long. Even for twins and clones its impossible.

So in my brain and in yours. You can only think about how much ONE life matters at a time.

ONLY ONE LIFE IN THIS WORLD MATTERS. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!

We. Our. Us. You can't stop a great combination.

Power and love = unified. Unity. United.

Watch me, #BLM #BLM ONE OF THOSE IS BLACK. ONE OF THOSE IS BLUE. TOGETHER WE ARE BRUISED BLACK AND BLUE.

Stop the pain. Hold our hands. Let the love flow. Let the Heart speak until it sings.

So yesterday old Blackfeet and Regina didn't see each other for the DUMBEST thing. She said "oh baby ill move in the nursing home with you"

He says something all "nonsense that's dumb shut up" all Grumpy Bear.

I don't even want to be with you.

So i talked to Michael about their unique situation.

He could had said "I'm well enough to move into a regular home with you. We don't need the nursing home. I moved to (US state) to be with you. To be close to you because you mean more to Me than Anything in the world. And you deserve a big ole castle. Because i love you and we gotta do all this best and right. No nursing home. We got another 50 years plus i wanna be doing you on the kitchen table and not here. All I can smell is stinky old man diapers from the neighbor"

And she could said had he continued the fight "oh idk what I'm saying I've never even seen the nursing home. Do you mind i come visit you there? Id really like that"

It would taken ONE. Only one to stop their ninny war.

And they would been holding each other. With love.

Instead of living in Hell.

So, now what happened was we put it all on old dad. Because hes the Black Beethoven who can suddenly sing a ballad of symphony in the midst of telling some real bad history truth.

Then moments later Regina said "well i could said something different, too".

It takes two to tango.

So I challenge y'all to punch inequality in the face. BLM. there is no difference between.

Black. Blue. Red. Purple. Yellow. Green. All bruises.

Challenge each other. Black and blue.

Force it. There is no difference and it must be seen.

Chant it. Turn on the "Boombox" and dance together. Dance if some won't. But do it in their face.

Laugh. Be happy. In their face.

If they're bitter like an 18 year old me and don't have a Angel Mommy to bust their ass back down into a sitting position. Someone will beat the shit out of them. Someone will stop them and i Will go after them and send you services for legal and medical. Free.

Acknowledge.

You are hurt. I am hurt.

Lets Live. Lets be happy.

Lets try. Trying makes perfect.

"MOVE BACK"

"TAKE THAT FIRST STEP"

"MOVE BACK"

"SEE WE ARE HURT SAME AS YOU" point out the ones that have fear. The ones that try to intimidate. -- The I Can See You -- let them scream in your face youre nothing but a piece of shit. And yell back they're someone inside a police uniform. And you can see it.

Beat their asses like fucking Care Bears.

Teach you a little photography. 1. Dirty lens. Dry skin. 2. Lotions the skin. Hannibal lectur. 3. Cleans the lens. 4 & 5 close up with flash. 6&7 close up without flash.

After meeting some kids in college. Native Americans from tribes near Gallup. Very very. Very Racist.

I began to question my life long believe of how I could live with being a military based person. And being an Native American.

I didn't know. I just knew i could and it wasn't fair to me to destroy the very being of me. Simply because it don't make sense without actual factual historical documents.

Remember Oregon Trail was First. That made Atlas.

Then down the coast to find gold. So NM DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT NO FUCKING TRAIL OF TEARS SO GET OUT MY FACE.

And so my owl... Its every thing. I didn't design it normal. It has wings that are out stretched yes.

But it has a secomd pair of wings. Which are pins from the United States Coast Guard. Those wings are like hands. To do things close by to the body.

Its slightly designed after a Hindu God. She has 6 arms.

Here the wings are keeping the body warm and safe and sound.

How could myself own an owl to represent my secret past of S.Leigh if it can't have hands to represent both my heart and mind?

There figlirliee on the head. That's not for me. Its because I think about you. The mass population of Earth.

I need more simply than what the Earth can provide in the reality of which exists on Earth.

There's an hour glass of water on it's side, traveling... My baby bird is flying with an hour glass.

If you look. You'll see a woman under and between the two shields. And she has "duck lips"

For the real "Not Gary Donald Trump"

Her lips are actually a heart. But they look off..

A rose each sits above the shields. A diamond in the midst of the tail feathers.

No piece

No area.

Is just a feather. A stroke of color.

Each is an item. There's no nothing. It is all something

The military did not just beat us and we took it as Muscogee Creek Nation. We built an Atlas. Recivejed the City of Atlantis -- the Spain sent supplies to help us for years. All the way from Florida.

There was Something. It all wasn't nothing

Or for nothing. Everyone looks for the truth. Looks for the Lost City of Atlantis and i am the one who sunk it. Because I am the Goddess.

The diamond has a purple eye. Diamonds are the hardest and toughest known substance.

Well i know my mind is gonna cut you and rip you apart from what I've seen. So my eyes are like diamonds. My mind

Our tounges are diamonds. We can slash each other apart.

Or we can acknowledge the riches we have.

My Ultimate Challenge is for the police to create a barricade when necessary. No weapons in hand. Hands on the top of their heads and chant BLM Bruises are the same.

We know black bruises hurt the worst, the same level as red.

Then purple. Then blue. Green and yellow rarely do.

So please fight blindness and inequality with me.

And please post it on the national news and international news. So that we know as a world we all fight together

Whether it's in the couches or in the streets.

Thank you for trying.

[knightofbalance-13]

http://dudeblade.tumblr.com/post/159045641422/how-rwby-could-have-gone-better-by-killing-jaune

You don’t understand RWBy at all do you?

Well, I guess it’s time for me to go all out, huh @dudeblade?

Alright guys, I’m going to be listing the reasons why I think it would have been better for Jaune to have died instead of Pyrrha

This seems like It’d be critical but post is tagged “Jaune H8″ so this is less “How RWBY is better if Jaune died” than “I want Jaune to die”

For starters, this would show how dark and unforgiving the world is. The series built up so much to make Jaune out to be this epic hero, and how he had to work hard to get to where he is now.

Now imagine, if you will, how much more darker and threatening the world would be if you just snatched that right from him. It would not only break him, but it would be a powerful scene. Jaune had his faults (like stalking Weiss), and he wasn’t the best fighter (See: Him cheating Beacon), but he still stood out to be the one in the right. You set Jaune up to be a guy who seemingly got away with some questionable things, and this becomes his ultimate retribution. Something that shatters the world. Him realizing that he’s just a person in the grand scheme of things, and that he isn’t going to be the hero that he always dreamed of being.

That is NOT the world of RWBY. The world of RWBY is a reflection of our world: it is both good and bad. It is both dark and light, it has people who want to tear down and people who want to build up and everything in between. That is why so many people love the cast: Because they feel real, they feel alive and that is due to the world of Remnant being balanced. I respect RWBY because it is willing to show the good and bad, it won’t say that the world is all peachy and fine but it will also say that darkness doesn’t always reign supreme. THis is evident in Volume 4 (the volume you choose to ignore) in two very real ways: The opening and Runy’s monologue.

I want you to read the lines from “Let’s Just Live”

it used to feel like a fairy tale now it seems we were just pretending we’d fix our world then on our way to a happy ending then it turned out life was far less like a bedtime story than a tragedy with no big reveal of the hero’s glory and it seems we weren’t prepared for a game that wasn’t fair do we just go home? can we follow through? when all hope is gone there is one thing we can do

let’s just live day by day and not be conquered by our sorrows the past can’t hold us down we must break free inside we’re torn apart but time will mend our hearts move onward not there yet so let’s just live

In case you were too caught up disrespecting anything good about the show, let me explain it to you: They once thought the world was just like in the stories they heard but then reality comes in and shows them how harsh things can get. But do they stay home and wallow in misery, do they let these events cloud their future, do they let their pain consume them?

No, they keep fighting, day by day, working to make the world a better place for everyone, to make everyone smile a little in this cold world. Is that not better than just being bleak and hopeless? Because I have watched shit like that and it only earned my scorn and hatred. The message of RWBY however (”Keep Moving Forward”) is something so beautiful I have only seen it in one other place.

Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, the Magnum Opus of Studio Gainax, the pinnacle of the Super Robot Genre, an anime that has saved lives and inspired so many including Monty Oum. Yeah, TTGL helped inspire Monty and especially RWBY. His quotes ( If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams are something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death. / I believe the human spirit is indomitable... / Never let anyone tell you that something is impossible. ) were preached in TTGL and are preached in RWBY. By enduring those hardships and enduring despair, Monty became stronger, Simon became stronger and Ruby became stronger and that is more inspirational than anything you could ever come up with.

By assuming and demanding RWBY to be dark, you are asking the show to abandon the heart and soul of it’s creator, the heart and soul that made RWBY break barriers people thought impossible: You are essentialy demanding RWBY tear out of the things that make it great.

Speaking of TTGL, wanna know who Pyrrha reminds me most of? Kamina, a man whose words have saved lives in our world, whose burning heart and inspirational actions drive people to become better. Pyrrha is the same way: Despite the fact that she might lose everything that makes her happy, she wanted to become the Fall Maiden for the sake of everyone. JUst for a chance to save people despite every possiblity of death, she faced off against Cinder. And even as she was about to die with everything she was about to become nothing, Pyrrha was the first to break Cinder’s pride and made that smug, untouchable bitch frown. Even in death, she pushes Jaune to become stronger and Ruby to accept the world around her and renew her desire to do good. To take that away from Pyrrha is a fucking insult and disgusting, just so you could kill Jaune and make RWBY “dark and edgy.”

“Next up, is the retribution thing I mentioned earlier.

Look, I’m not going to sugarcoat it, but… Jaune kinda deserves to die. For starters, he cheated Beacon Academy. Cheating on a test is one thing. Cheating an entire school is another. But, this would also serve as a means to teach him a lesson that he will unfortunately be unable to apply later in life: Just because you want something, doesn’t mean you can just wing it.

Think about it! He had no idea what aura was, he was ignorant on basic hunter history, and he didn’t even know how semblances worked. He was an underdog. And what better way to subvert that trope, than to kill the underdog?

Then there was the whole Weiss thing. He stalked her, kept ignoring her refusals, and only backed off when he realized that the affection between her and Neptune was reciprocated. It wasn’t when she said “No.” It wasn’t when she slammed the door in his face. It wasn’t when she was ignoring him. It was when he found out that she like another guy. Jaune was so dense, that he didn’t even realize that Pyrrha was practically throwing herself at him.

If Jaune is unable to realize that, then he would be unable to realize what’s going on around him. Most people have pointed out that most dialogue is used to develop Jaune more than other characters, and I have to agree with them. He had way too many lines in Volume 4.”

Okay, Let’s break this down real good.

1. Wanna know who else is the underdog who got their way into Beacon through unfair means? Ruby Rose. She got in early because Ozpin let her in early despite lacking the maturity and experience needed to get in all because Ozpin let her in. Therefore , by your own logic, Ruby should die. She cheated her way in as well, got lucky, risked her life for stupid bullcrap numerous times thus risking the lives of her father, her uncle and her sister. By all rights: Ruby should be included.

2. NO. Somethings being left alone is a GOOD thing. If Jaune gets killed after all that work, you wanna know what that says? “Fuck you, work is meaningless, you will get nowhere so go die.” That is wrath that would say: And you talk about implications.

3. Seriously? Because Jaune kept trying to get a girl to like him, he deserves to die. Are you serious?!  Do you know how ignorant that is? Because he’s dense he deserves to die?! That has to be the DUMBEST reason he and any persone ever deserves to die! And just as well, Weiss was too dense to see that unlike everyone else who asks her out, Jaune isn’t try to date her for her money or family name, he loves Weiss for who she is. Better kill her off! Blake doesn’t understand leaving your friends is NOT protecting them. Better kill her off! Yang doesn’t understand that rushing a guy who beta Blake without any idea of his abilities or powers is a fucking bad idea! Better kill her off! It’s called being a teenager: you fuck shit up and don’t understand people but you learn to! 

4. Dense, doesn’t get the memo they don’t feel that way: Sounds like Pyrrha. Pyrrha threw herself at Jaune just as Jaune threw himself at Pyrrha so by your logic Pyrrha should still die. In fact, Pyrrha never let up, never stopped until she saw Jaune liked someone else, still tried to get him after he was rejected and kisses him before dying, leaving Jaune with a lot of problems afterward so by your logic Pyrrha still deserves to die, but more so! But nope, it’s fine for Pyrrha to do all that because it’s perfectly okay for a woman to act that wayy but not a man. It’s creepy when a man does it no matter what but it’s cute and endearing when a woman does it. Guess you’d love to meet Yuno Gasai huh? Fucking double standards.

5. Yeah and wanna know how much time Jaune got to himself, that allowed him to develop that saw him as the focus? 5:42. For reference, Yang had: 16:52. Jaune had a third of the screentime as the person you bitch about. The rest is all using him as a tool for the development of Ren and Ruby, just as Pyrrha was Jaune. But that’s wrong of Jaune in both cases despite being on both sides. SO much sense there!

Thirdly, we actually SAW interactions between him and Ruby. We saw them bonding over the struggles of leading a team, we saw them having conversations in the early episodes, we saw and heard them having nicknames for each other based on what they did early on.

Ruby would have been devastated.

and because we saw their interactions on-screen, so would we.

Did you ever consider the fact that Ruby is upset she couldn’t save someone in time, like the heroes in the storybooks she read and adored, thus breaking the illusion of the fairy tale world around her and thus around us? No? I didn’t think so. Surprising what you can accomplish by applying thought.

fourthly, and this is a minor thing on my end, it would kill every single conspiracy that claims that “Miles is giving more development to Jaune because he has a big ego.”

Seriously. Nobody would even consider that as a possibility had Jaune died instead.

Bullshit: You’d just say “Miles is making Jaune into a self-insert Matyr” just as you say he’s getting too much screen time now. You guys just hate Miles and want to rag on him.

Expect a post on how the narrative would have been improved with Pyrrha’s presence instead of Jaune’s

And expect me to tear into that with all my might next time as well. I’ll be waiting.

#rwde bullshit

[ijustlikeplantsdude]

Life

I guess I do need to express my feelings more often, it makes me feel like shit that I can’t actually show anything that’s real, it all feels like a cleverly crafted charade. I’m very clearly from an educated perspective trying to live out my dreams, without any actual way of attaining them do to the cards being so stacked against me. Let’s see, to start us off let’s go over my “origin” (I know stupid fucking thing to call it, but I digress), my father was an alcoholic drug addict that pan handled for money (probably why I have very little sympathy for those people, well not all of them are pan handlers, but you can tell the ones that truly are, that one comes from the gut), from what I remember my mother and father met in either a diner or a rehab center (I know very close relations to one another), I believe this was before my mom really wanted to become a nurse, because I specifically remember going to the day care or sitters a lot because of college, and I also remember her being a waitress when I was little, I remember telling a Spider-Man at my birthday that he wasn’t the real Spider-Man for my 6th birthday I believe. I remember looking at yu-gi-oh cards that other kids had because I didn’t have my own, but I remember also from that night going’s to my aunt Ruth’s and watching one piece, it was on jet-ex I believe, an old kinda more teenager program that Cartoon Network used to host before adult swim really got popular. I remember telling my aunt pan that I felt like time was skipping, and for some reason I think she got worried, I don’t know why she got so worried but honestly that woman had enough to deal with. But I do wanna day another aunt story since I’m on the subject. So to begin I want to say I was the dumbest dumbass kid that ever walked the earth, like I was gullible as shit, so for a Christmas when I was younger my mom and I where up in Maine for Christmas (I think we used to do this a lot but I’m not sure) and I go up to my moms twin and give ask her if this present is for me cause it says Sean, and she says no, so I get confused beyond measure, like my brain was going “there’s another Sean?????” And so I go to my mom, whose in the room over, and ask her and she says it’s for me, now let me tell you what, that got me even more confused, so yeah that’s the three birth aunts, not gonna talk about the non-birth ones cause, well that’s a story for later amigo phone.

There is one more thing I think I need to go over about my father though, like I’ll probably Wright more but this needs to be done, I never met him, well really met him, and that leads to what I need to think about more. That night on the pier. Now this is like full on movie style traumatic, but normally in those movies or tropes, the main characters dad dies before the kid can really know him, but is this amazing guy. Well I can tell you right now my dad wasn’t amazing but the one memory there is that matters is the pier. Now enough filibustering around it for suspense, considering it’s the most vivid fucking memory I have. My dad, my mom, and I where walking along this one pier in either Maine or Boston, I remember looking up at my dad asking him if he’d ever take me on a roller coaster, and he looked me in the eyes and said “when you’re older we’ll come back and ride it” and from what I remembered he seemed happy about it. Now this is probably really specific and there’s no way I was stringing words together this well, considering I was between probably 2-4, but I do remember it and that’s something, I also remember him coming back when I was probably about 8 and I can look back on it now and see he didn’t care about me. He looked to get rid of me the first chance he really got, sending me to bed so he can watch south park, I don’t remember if I really cried then but I feel like I did, and here’s something else, I don’t know the last time that I’ve actually expressed my true emotions... I know that sounds sociopathic, but that’s just the thing, I think I might have been inedvertibly turned sociopathic, like I don’t know if that’s a trait that can be just developed or if you’re born with it but it’d make a lot of sense considering everything. Now this doesn’t mean I don’t love my girlfriend, and care for Kylie, along with jack, Kenzie, and god probably even Bayley. But there’s a lot of good examples on there too about me being sociopathic. But that’s not even all, there’s also the fact that I don’t think I really form any more bonds like I used to, everything, and every way that I used to use to create bonds and friendships with others just isn’t available anymore. I used to be actually able to trust in others and feel something at all times, but now everything is just hollow, I feel like I’m this huge empty shell that can’t do anything, yet I also try to look at it from different spectrums to at least try and feel something again for real. Like plants, what the actual fuck was I thinking, i had no experience, no nothing, while I didn’t feel hopeless yet considering my aunt wasn’t abusing me by this point, why did I do it. Like I just say I like plants and generic ass excuses. But I know the times I’ve told people in public was really when I thought no one would be listening, I like the idea of spreading life, or even just making life, I like feeling like I’m in control, but not over people, I don’t really really like people all that much which is probably why I’m so introverted and hard for me to actually interact with other people, but plants are different, I feel connected to them in a way that I really don’t know how to explain, but really that’s not all, I also really want to leave this planet, like some kids dream of being astronaughts or whatever, but I never thought like that, he’ll I didn’t think I would live to be 18, but hey, I’ll be 19 in August so there’s that, but the thing about space, is that it’s just there, so untamable, and so utterly terrifying, that I truly love it, I would love to be just sent away so that I’d never be with another human again, just allow me to have plants and that’s it, make it so I’ll drift through space till I die of old age, or whatever is out there swallows me whole, either way I’d be happy. But on a more realistic note, being a Astro biologist is something that sounds amazing. Now that I’ve said that I do want to talk about one other things, while I don’t really like talking to people, and generally I’m bad at it, there’s a lot of times when I can be very charismatic, so in

this sea of self hate I would like to put my one true thought in there, that somewhere in my brain, I want to feel, alive. Like I can imitate every single fucking human emotion to the T, without feeling a fucking thing inside, but I want to say that there really is something inside me that feels something, like while I feel like an empty shell, when there are no real emotions needed, that’s when I feel normal. Just driving, talking about food, just talking in general with someone I know, I can feel just plain normal. And now I’m happy, yeah happy, that I’m going to college. Or maybe happy isn’t the right word really, content is more accurate, which is still an emotion but there still the fact that content is (considering how you view the spectrum of emotion) the closest to nothing on a happy scale you can get. But there’s the argument that it is the best thing on the scale, considering that “happy” to put it in broad terms (or maybe specific? I don’t know how that phrase goes honestly) is more like an adrenaline high, or runners high, you just feel euphoria and then it declines, generally speaking at least. While on the other hand being content is just that, content, there’s not as crazy ups and downs, it’s just there. But here’s the thing that makes that statement wrong... feeling worse than nothing. I’m not sure if many people really have ever felt worse than nothing, but that’s the lowest low you can get, and that’s kinda why I have to wright this, it’s all just something I have to do to feel like I’m not completely gone, like I’m about to just drop off into nothing and become just a shell of a human, and the only things that happen to shells in a long path that ends early, and that scares me. I don’t want to end off like that, but there’s also the fact of what if I do get married, I love maria, but I don’t know if I could have kids. I was never really taught how to raise kids, but I know I couldn’t abandon them, yet I don’t want my lineage to continue, if I truly have a brother than if he wants to have kids good for him, if not, oh well. I don’t want any more people like my father to be around.

Here’s something else though, I don’t know if I ever truly mourned my mom. Maybe there’s some part of me that won’t accept that. Considering I constantly am waiting to see her once again. It’s a terrifying thought to have my mother come back but it also makes me happy, like I’m an “oh, honey, I’m so sorry I picked you up late, I hope you didn’t worry to badly” kind of way. And it really really fucking hurts. So many people get to go home to their mom and/or dad, they get to see them, and when they get older they have a plethora of memories to remember them by. But I didn’t get that, what I got was lost. My dad never being around hurt, a lot. But my mom just doesn’t add up. She was a nurse, she understood the dangers of what might happen if she didn’t go to the doctor, I feel like I remember asking a lot if she was okay, but really why did I have to ask, shouldn’t she have known and tried to get help, did she mean to die, and for what, if it was to give me a chance than fuck that, I’d rather have her, but there’s also the chance she just wanted to get away, she lost her dream, and I feel like I killed it in a way, there’s no way I was wanted originally, and I know my mom cared about me considering she gave up drugs, drinking, and alcohol (all quite cold turkey just FYI once she found out she was having me), but maybe she really knew there couldn’t be another one like my dad, maybe she’s always done what’s best for me but I still don’t know. I would just do anything to have her back, even for a second to tell her I love her, she was amazing, and I want her to just sing to me one last time, she had a beautiful singing voice. No wonder she got to tour with easy street and date that one dude in the band. But that’s the end of that, it’s currently 4:34 and I don’t know if I’m sleeping tonight but we will see. Goodnight Nightvale, Goodnight ...

[skyure]

You don’t need enemies if you got family.

Seriously, do you have someone in your family that is such a complete and utter knows-it-all and mansplainer that they always have to be right, and if you do not agree with them they start to throw insults, a temper tantrum, and run off? That’s my brother for you.

He is well in his forties, works as a construction worker for a telecommunication provider, and thinks he’s the hottest shit on earth.

He also thinks, because I am in early retirement due to health reasons, and because I am (for the same health reasons) overweight, that I am the dumbest bitch around, and that everything I say needs to be put down as false, and needs to be challenged, and that I have no idea how the world works. *LE SIGH*

We are speaking about an adult man that claims that blood types aren’t hereditary, but random, and the reason we have different blood types is because he got A, because he is a good human, my sister got AB- because she is only a woman, and I am A because only women without jobs get that blood type. I am not joking. He says that when you check a blood type at birth, it tells you if the human is worth living, if they have a job later in life, and so on. I wish I was making this up, I seriously do.

Also according to him:

=>Bees aren’t close to extinction. =>English isn’t the language spoken in America. It’s american. =>I can’t be engaged to a woman because women cannot be engaged to each other. Only a man can allow women to be engaged to each other.

=> You cannot fall in love over the internet. (His last two girlfriends he met on the internet.) => Everyone you meet over the internet that does not live in the same county as you is fake. Yes, you heard that right. Everyone on the internet is just an AI. => Doctors say you should not desinfect wounds, because desinfecting wounds causes your skin to rot and you will die. => Riding his bike and going overheated into his pool is good for him. No you cannot get a heart attack from that. => The reasons he is skinny and other people are not is because he is a good human who has a job, while I am fat because I am not working.

=> You can only loose weight if you stop eating completely. For months. => The reason his ex-gf/my landlady has mold in her apartment under mine is because I put a closet on the far wall. Not because SHE doesn’t air out. Ever. That’s me just trashtalking her. => His son can NOT have ADHD, because both his parents have jobs. => My son has ADHD because I do not have a job and am overweight.

=> Also beta-carotine causes ADHD. Not the genes. => Also, men can inherit the gene that makes them more prone to the risk of addiction. Women do not get this gene, it is their weak psychological attitude. They WANT to get addicted. Men not. Men aren’t possibly at fault there.

=> Women do not get heart attacks. Women just want attention.

=> If a woman gets raped, she wanted it. (... why am I even related to this person?!)

Just a few things. (Only from this week :D There are more things that are even more stupid.)

He’s also argueing whenever I give answers to questions asked to me. When I answered my brother-in-law about his rethorical question how much a service on his new AUDI would cost, I answered “I’d say about five hundret” because services are expensive as hell. My brother started yelling at me about how dumb and uneducated I am, and that I’d pay every price out of sheer stupidity, all while my brother-in-law just nodded and said “I paid 600 for the last service, with oil changes and checkups”.  Even that did not stop my brother from telling me how dumb I am. Same discussion, since our ‘trash-laws’ differ from county to county, trash collection days and even which kind gets collected and which needs to be brought to recycling places, vary greatly. My brother lives in a completely different county. And yet he still claims that the rules of HIS county are global all around germany. My mother and I just sighed, because WE live in the same county, and our trash gets collected mondays and tuesdays, and we need to bring our glass and paper to the recycling places. HE claimed we were just too dumb to read, and that trash gets taken every friday, and if we weren’t too dumb to be alive, we’d know that there aren’t any recycling places around to take paper and that they need to be put into special paper bins that get fetched wednesdays. Alrighty! Not.

Another discussion that is always my favorite is about his darling ex-girlfriend, the mom of his son, and my landlady. Yay.

My landlady is the laziest ass around, and we haven’t had any maintenance done on this flat since we moved in here nine years ago. Literally... nothing was done. I requested a new water-heater for the bathroom in the years 10, 11, 12, 13 and 14 I finally gaveup, because nothing happened. Same as other things. Windows where it rains into get ignored, and yet she wails that she only gets the smallest rent paid. Boo-fucking-hoo. Cry me a river. So brother is hot for his ex-girlfriend. Like, no matter what it is about my flat, it is always my fault, never hers. When we moved in, we rented a kitchen. a 35 year old kitchen. All the little things considered, back then it was a good kitchen, now its crap. I exchanged the stove and stovetop, only to get told that if I wasn’t such an asshole, I’d be happy about the things I got, namely a stove that’s not working anymore. Yay. <.< I don’t even know WHY he thinks his input is needed, but he’s like the little stupid nagging voice in your head that you can’t kill off. Now this kitchen is on the verge of breaking down, literally, and mom and I made plans to replace it. Albeit for a cheaper kitchen (only the cabinets, I have a new dishwasher, that I bought myself, and my new stove), but at least it won’t fall apart. What does he tell me? If I’d just stop being lazy and clean it up, the kitchen would be just fine! And yes, that means, if I’d just CLEAN (I never clean. My kitchen gets cleaned every day, but that’s NEVER in his book), it would not LITERALLY AND PHYSICALLY BREAK APART!!!

(35yo cabinets? Made from chipboard. survived a few floodings and got taken apart and put back together three times? Can you belive it’s breaking apart? *gasp* must be the non-lacking hygiene around!)

Face => Desk.

Today was a great day, where he, the construction person (Yes, only construction, driving trucks, digging holes, welding a few things and putting coverings around cables, and then filling those holes again), tried to tell me that I cannot physically have faster internet than my landlady. I do. I also got a different company than her. Telekom only offers 16k. Why? Do I look like I care? Probably telekom capping it off or something, in worry it might need more service if not. No idea. I have a different company, that offers me 50k. I get those. Literally no fallout ever. The technician who came here, who is freelancing, also said, after checking the place where phone line from the street meets line inside the house, that he gets signal that could give every person in the house 100k. (My brother also claims that this is not true, since yadda yadda, he did not SEE the phone company lay such lines. Joke is on him, they put down those lines in our street in 2012. And the rest of the village also got that ‘upgrade’ recently). So, my landlady only gets 16k, and I get 50k... and he tells me I am lying.

I am highly confused, because why do I need to lie about that?

He says, I might THINK I get 50k, but I have no way to prove it.

I am even more highly confused, and pull out the speedtest result that I made at home.

He tells me, that the phone company tells the routers to THINK that they get such fast internet.

I COULD see this happen, but ... again, I listened to the technician which was spliced INTO the line going into the house, saying that even 100k would be possible without glitches, but that telekom would only allow 16k going to THEIR routers, to rule out glitches. Why? (I am not a technician. But neither is my brother. He is everything BUT).

He gets louder and louder, because I am not really buying into his shit, especially those glory lines “IF (LANDLADY/EX-GF) SAID SO, THEN YOU ARE LYING!”, kinda ruin it for me.

So mom, which is in another village close by, and says she’s going away from the Telekom, and that she’s going to another provider, because said provider put optic-fibre through her village, and Telekom did not... gets screamed down that she’s dumb and that the other provider cannot do more than the Telekom (hard-on for that company, I guess?), even though the other provider DID indeed not use the Telekom lines, but ACTUALLY PHYSICALLY PUT THEIR OWN LINES INTO THE GROUND. Which, of course, according to my brother, is not true.

So I tell him to not scream around like that, and that he doesn’t even hear himself yell anymore, and he gets huffy, and puffy, and gets up and runs off, STILL screaming about how I am a know-it-all, and all that even though I do not even have a job and am fat, and that people like I are too dumb to work and lose weight.

Which tells me everything I need to know. Don’t get lackeys, licking your spit off of your frothing mouth and believing every shit you say? Even going as far as to NOT agree to everything you say? Start insulting them.

Makes you so much more believeable.

[yeah-no-fuck-you]

The past few days I’ve come to realize that you really do hate me. You really don’t love me like you said, you preached to the heavens that you love me and that you would never stop, but here I stand. Broken and bleeding with tears running down my face and my blood spills and stains the ground. Here I stand with a cigar in my mouth hoping I’ll die just a little quicker, that my lungs will fail me and I’ll die alone. It’s dark in my mind, you never knew how dark it really was. How dark it can get, but I’m done hiding it. I’m done keeping my demons inside. I’m letting these fuckers out to play and I hope to God they take me down. The silence of my life now is so loud it rings through the night; no matter how loud I scream nobody hears me and I just suffer alone.

You were what kept me alive.

September 2015 is when my life started finally looking up. I thought I had a fucking purpose for once. Like I wasn’t destined to just live a bit and hang myself. Like I was actually loved and actually cared for. It was fucking amazing. No don’t get me wrong I’m not trying to put any blame on you whatsoever. What I do to myself, mind and body is my choice. But you always asked how you helped me, and destroyed me. now here is your answer.

I didn’t want to graduate, see homecoming or prom. I didn’t want the football games and late nights. Because I thought it would never happen to me. But it did and everything changed. I was actually happy. I was smiling and laughing in the first time in years.

I had a boyfriend, I had a best friend a shoulder to cry on. Somebody in this worthless fucking world actually gave a shit and it was perfect for the moment.

September 2016. Things changed. You changed. That summer was rough. You loved getting high and spending your money on the next 10 sack. You loved it… then I became a burden to you. You would get pissed when I wanted to spend time sober with you. You called me controlling, yet all I wanted was my old boyfriend back. You started keeping your distance and hanging out with really toxic people, I tried to warn you but all I got was arguments and yelling. You broke up with me over the phone and told me how horrible and worthless I am. I was crushed. Everything I thought about you was wrong and I should have just left. I should have known, I should have seen the warning signs but no. Nobody warns you or prepares you for your first heart break. Nobody tells you how painful it is. How the rooms shrinks around you and your skin feels so tight it’s suffocating to the point when you just want to peel it off and bleed. Nobody tells you about the sweet, beautiful nightmares. How we were together, loving each other in the dream and everything was so real and perfect; only to be ended by you yelling at me and telling me again how horrible I was. Then to wake up and have reality fuck me over. Nobody tells you that forgetting to breathe is common and happens more often than you think. That when you’re driving home and your mind takes over and you’re fully immersed in old memories and you forget your driving and for a moment the world is bitter sweet- you come back to reality with tears falling down your cheek, past your neck to soak your shirt. Nobody tells you how painful it is.

November 2016. You went downhill. Your mental broke and you were insane to say the least. You stalked me. Constantly. Calling. Texting. Posting. You lied about me to make yourself feel better. You lied about me, calling me a whore, slut, dumb bitch. You called me fat and ugly. You face fucked a whore, you came in her used cunt and had the audacity to call me the slut. You ruined my name and to this day people still think I’m those words you planted into their minds. You did everything you could to ruin me and make me look like the worst, ugliest, most pathetic human being alive. You tried so hard to kill me yet here I stand. And guess what I did? Through all of that I held my arms open for you, I did my best to try and protect you and help you through the hardest time of your life. Maybe I am the worlds dumbest bitch.

December 2016. You seemed normal enough. Until I found out you were talking to me and three other under age girls. I trusted you. But you kept lying to me, the lies and lies and lies. Lies lies lies and more lies. I don’t understand why I even bothered with you. Maybe it was the way those lies slipped through your lips and onto my chest. Maybe it was the way your hand held mine in a way that made me feel safe. Lies.

February- March 2017. I was gaining honest, real trust with you. I thought I could love you like I used to. I snuck around with you, afraid to get caught and be looked down upon. You kept me a secret. You kept those girls a secret. So many secrets but I was blind by love, that dumb bitch.

April 2017. You moved in because you were smoking pot in your parents house when they asked you not to. But you form your own rules and tell everybody else to fuck off because you know everything. I lied to my own mother for you. I lied to my family for you. God I really am as dumb and worthless as people tell me.

July 3, 2017. It all ended and fell apart. I’m back to being in pain and suffocating in my own skin. I’m back to slicing my skin open and watching my body pump blood all over the floor. I’m back to my bad habits and I hope they kill me this time.

I didn’t write this to hurt you. But you always asked what was on my mind. Why I was quite or crying, screaming, nightmares. Why, well here is your reasons why… i still love you more than the sun rise of a new day. I don’t know why but I do.

h.f July 21,2017

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KIM JOON – STRENGTH. AGENT 08.

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//: LOADING PROFILE: KIM JOON ...

international age: 24 birthplace: seoul, south korea arcana: strength team number: six

//: LOADING MUTATION: FERAL MIND ...

application one: hunting intuition — Joon possesses an enhanced instinct/talent for hunting and tracking down prey people to capture and/or kill. In terms of missions, he is able to use this to track targets down if necessary, and it is also extremely helpful in noticing the behaviors, patterns, and weaknesses of targets.

application two: anger empowerment — Joon has the ability to gain strength from his anger. When he is angry, he becomes stronger, faster, and more durable than he would be otherwise. However, this is also his most dangerous state as he has very little control over it and is quickly overwhelmed causing him to enter an animistic state where he has no control over his actions

application three: enhanced instincts — He possesses stronger than normal instincts, primarily in terms of predatory instincts like in hunting and in battle, however, it can be applied to other areas of life on occasion. Joon is able to process situations differently, although not necessarily more logically, and instinctively choose the most successful move

overall strengths and weaknesses: — He has always been good in a fight, but with the addition of his enhanced instincts and strength he has become even better, as long as he can keep his cool. He’s able to quickly pinpoint weaknesses in opponents and use them to his advantage. He has also learned to rely more on his instincts in combat than pure logic and strategy, but he still struggles to trust himself entirely due to the unpredictability of his other abilities.

Joon’s strength is a blessing and a curse. Essentially, the stronger Joon becomes the less control he has. If he is able to keep his anger to a reasonable level is able to control himself and his strength, however, once he reaches a certain point, he is no longer able to control himself or his actions and is reduced to almost an animistic state. He is unable to differentiate between friend and foe and will instinctively attack anyone or anything that crosses his path. When in this state, he is an incredible force to be reckoned with, but he is also unpredictable, which makes it difficult to harness in missions. This is not a state he typically enters willingly and it is used as a means of maximum destruction as opposed to a mission that requires tact and subtlety. Entering this animalistic state is very draining and leaves Joon exhausted. This can last anywhere from hours to days depending on how long he was out of it. At the time, Joon is unable to control his thoughts or actions, however, when he has calmed down again, he is able to remember everything he did while out of control, for better or worse.

Despite being a one-man wrecking crew, Joon’s abilities have also made him a natural in reconnaissance. Before Joon gained a relative amount of control over his anger and was more of a liability on missions than an asset, he spent a fair amount of time honing his reconnaissance skills from the ARC. Hunting intuition and enhanced instincts pair together extremely well and make it very difficult for people to evade/hide from Joon. He’s able to physically track targets while also being able to remotely analyze movements and make reasonable predictions about what their next move may be, however, this is more difficult to do and is never an absolute guarantee since people can move unpredictably at times and their instincts could conflict with Joon’s, or as he says, they’re wrong

//: LOADING HISTORY ..

PRE-MUTATION

Joon was fairly neutral. He wasn’t particularly good or bad, smart or dumb, but that didn’t stop him from getting into trouble for the dumbest shit. He spent his high school years partying, getting into fights, and running from the cops for the most part quite successfully, but when it came time for him to grow the fuck up and get a life, he hadn’t exactly garnered the greatest reputation. Luckily, Joon was good with his hands and had spent his summers restoring an old car long forgotten in his grandfather’s garage which was just enough to land him a job as a mechanic. It paid enough to secure him a shitty studio apartment a few blocks away from the shop and still have enough left over to go out to grab a beer with his friends a couple times a week and not starve to death, so Joon couldn’t complain. Actually, he could complain and did very often about the shitty plumbing and being bored to tears changing oil all day, but he also didn’t care enough to try to change it, so he got over it.

Old habits die hard, sometimes not at all if you’re Joon, which is why he found himself smoking outside a bar while holding a cold beer to his eyebrow to prevent it from swelling when the meteor shower started. It was the burden of being the biggest guy in any given bar; someone always had something to prove and trying to fight Joon seemed to be the most common way to go about it. Unfortunately for them, Joon wasn’t one to discourage violence and shutting people down in the form of broken noses just so happened to be one of his favorite hobbies. He wasn’t usually one to start fights, but he did love to finish them. Stars were a rarity in Seoul with all the light pollution from the city and it was even rarer to see a meteor shower. For a moment, Joon wondered if he had been hit harder than originally thought, but once he was sure he wasn’t seeing things, he instantly began digging in his pockets for his phone to text his friends to come out and see. He didn’t even have a chance to unlock his screen before a flash of light filled the sky blinding him. It could have been seconds or minutes, he couldn’t tell, but by the time Joon’s eyes could focus again, he decided that the stars could go fuck themselves and went back inside without telling anyone about what he had just seen.

POST-MUTATION

Joon didn’t dream, and if he did, it wouldn’t be about driving off into the woods to find some meteor, which is probably why it felt like each and every detail of it was seared into his brain. He could feel the ground beneath his feet and the way his jacket sleeves caught on branches as he wove his way towards where some dream instinct told the meteor should have landed. When he woke up that morning, he could have sworn he could still smell the dirt and trees surrounding him, but the reality of waking up in his shitty studio apartment in Seoul told him he was losing his mind.

The change in Joon wasn’t immediate. It was a slow burn of splintered door jambs, a dented steering wheel, and countless coffee cups martyred against thin apartment walls. He blamed it on stress, work or whatever, until he couldn’t even pretend to lie to himself like that anymore. A dead end, 9 to 5 job can drain the life out of you, but he was pretty sure it didn’t do this. The smallest things would send a swell of rage red hot and alive through his veins until Joon’s entire body trembled and all he could hear was the sound of his blood rushing through his ears. Looking back, it was a miracle he kept it together for as long as he did, even if it was a bit pathetic by any other standards.

The first time he lost control it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, thankfully. By that time, he had already stopped hanging around crowded clubs in favor of small bars tucked away in alleys and back streets where he could safely keep human contact to a minimum. All it took was a look and Joon was seeing red. His brain seemed to shut off losing control of his body and any thoughts that didn’t involve destroying anything he could get his hands on. Unfortunately, he got his hands on pretty much everything by the time the police got there, but by then, he had managed to calm down enough to not want to tear them limb from limb, and for the first time in his life, Joon went them willingly. The entire fight, if you could even call it that, was stuck on repeat playing over and over again in his mind. He could remember the screams and the feeling of their bones snapping under his fists, in his palms, but worst of all, he could remember the terrifying satisfaction it all had brought him. Joon had never been weak, but he had never felt so strong in his entire life. He had also never felt so out of control or as helpless as he did in the back of that squad car. That was the moment Joon began realizing he had become a monster.

They tested him for every drug under the sun, it was the obvious explanation for what he had done, and when they came back negative no one was entirely positive what to make of it. Regardless, multiple instances extensive of property damage and assault were more than enough to put Joon away for a couple of months. He didn’t even last a week. Turns out everything about prison pisses Joon off in the worst way and news of an inmate cracking cement walls and fracturing steel doors because someone made eye contact with him in the cafeteria traveled fast in the right circles. The Collective came to collect him in a matter of days.

He went with them under the guise that he was being transferred to a higher security facility; not that it particularly mattered, no one was putting up a fight for Joon to stay after the chaos he had caused in only a couple days. They promised to help him learn to control himself. They called it his “ability” like it wasn’t the worst thing to ever happen to him, and they were ready when he flew across the table with clenched fists and fire in his eyes. They made their offer as if “no” had ever been an option for Joon, as if there was still a place for someone like him out in the world. He knew they all knew better than that, but at least they had the decency to pretend. The promise of a hefty paycheck didn’t hurt either.

Joon was one of the first of the Arcana to be found, subtlety wasn’t exactly a part of his skill set, but he was relieved to see he wasn’t the only one who had recently become a time bomb. He learned to cope, somewhat, with the cards he had been dealt in the following months and years and began to realize it wasn’t all bad. He eventually reached a point where he could be around people again without the fear of breaking at any second; he still teeters on the edge of disaster nearly every day, but he has become a bit better at managing it. Once he began to level out, Joon realized that his strength and rage weren’t all that he had gotten that day and began working on improving his other abilities with much more success

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