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#it's a sad one folks
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excuse me while i go sob.
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poisonousquinzel · 29 days
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little me, we made it.
it took like 15 years, but we made it
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revenantghost · 8 months
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Sometimes I think about how Nightow said something like (and I'm paraphrasing here) Vash only stays "Vash the Stampede" at the end of Trimax and continues to play that role simply because he doesn't know what to do
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hrokkall · 7 months
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ULTRATOBER DAY 17 /// CORPSE OF KING MINOS
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thundergrace · 10 months
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I...I would like to go to the movies. Please and thank you.
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lilaccoffin · 4 months
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OKAY, SO! I decided to finish the Valentine's Day Chai design...but I'm torn between palettes, so, have two versions!
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coffeeadict61 · 10 months
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Humans Are Weird: Female Rage
Report: #298
Topic: Female Rage
Rage: Violent or uncontrollable anger.
I have studied the human race for months now but today is the day I have learned to fear them. Forget their unpredictable bodies, or overly complex inventions, or the horrific moments that crowd their history. It was only today I feared for my life in the presence of a human being.
I often record anger in incident reports and the like, but women make up a very tiny proportion of that. They tend to "keep their cool" ( a human turn of phrase) better than men on average. This doesn't seem to be a natural attribute but more of a learned survival mechanism against violence and abuse. It only seems to break the surface in grief or after years of trauma. But the new astrophysics intern Colette [Last Name Redacted] showed me a new human emotion. Rage.
Our ships astrophysics department was partnering with our engineering department to design a small weapons craft to protect us from the "space pirates" or looters we keep encountering. I had created a bond of "friendship" with little Colette, I suppose little doesn't fit. She is above average height and slightly underweight, (she is having trouble adjusting to our menu due to "texture issues" which I need to educate myself on). Moving forward. She came to speak to me on a very serious matter a week ago exactly while I was on my daily rounds. This was the reason I was behind schedule, she has, and I quote, "little legs" in comparison to mine. Colette spoke of the weapons project she had been assigned too. She spoke at length about her supervisors who wouldn't listen to her. She had discovered a bug in the engine system. A four that looked like a nine or something of that nature, and believed it to put the test pilots in danger. She requested that I ask management to promote her so that her voice would be listened too. I tried to calm her worries but she was insistent so I told her I'd try to bring it up in the next meeting. That meeting was yesterday. In the six days between our conversation and my turn to give my reports for the management council, I had talked myself out of my promise. I figured that her superiors knew best and she was just ambitious and maybe she didn't see what she thought she saw. Regardless, it is the biggest regret I carry.
The test flight launched today. The entire crew was given an hour additional break to watch. Colette tried to prevent the launch, arguing with the head scientists, trying to show them test she ran digitally, but they had security pull her back. She came to find me, asking if I spoke to management. I didn't answer. The announcer counted down in human numerals.
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 LAUNCH
I breathed a sigh of relief as the craft glided safely away, but Colette didn't, she didn't move an inch. The projects leader gave instructions through a radio. The experimental engines roared to life. Then, a moment of silence. Before the entire space craft was engulfed in a cloud of fire and gas. The silent explosion shook the floor beneath us as gasps and screams gave it a voice. The entire crew was killed. Many of them, friends or family of the onlookers. The onboard medic, the project leader's son and Colette's young husband. She collapsed to the ground sobbing, unable to stand on her shaking legs. I couldn't get her to move. I didn't try very hard.
Security swarmed the crowd, pushing them back from the windows and herding the grieving crowd to the different living areas. Many had to be carried. I carried Colette.
Hours later, after an emergency meeting and a meal, everyone was in bed. All but the council, security, the engineering department,and the astrophysics department. We sat in heavy silence as the project leader explained the error that lead to this tragedy. I studied him closely. No tears, just a stone cold face and a tremor in his hands. Suddenly the doors crashed open as Colette burst in. She wasn't grieving now. Colette grabbed the microphone from the leader's hand and threw it at the wall. It went straight through. Then she spoke. Shaking slightly, controlled rage gave the impression of bullets falling from her mouth with each syllable. "Murderers. You are all murderers." No one moved as we took on the weight of her statements. She spoke again but this time it was wasn't controlled. This time her rage wasn't an undertone but the message. This time she screamed it in a voice that echoed around the room and shook with each new sob.
"I TOLD YOU! I FING TOLD YOU THEY WOULD DIE! WHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?! HOW COULD YOU KILL THEM LIKE THAT?! IT'S YOUR FING FAULT!"
She broke anything within reach. A mug, "THEY WERE YOUR TEAM!" a chair, "WHY DIDN'T YOU PROTECT THEM?" a table, "YOUR OWN SON AND YOU STAND HERE CALLING IT AN ACCIDENT!" her voice. "IF YOU HAD BELIEVED ME AND MY EVIDENCE INSTEAD OF PLAYING F***ING POLITICS…"
She stopped. She stopped screaming, stopped crying, stopped expressing her pain. She bottled it up and wiped her face with her sweaters sleeve. She just stared at him. Taking deep breaths as he shook under her gaze. "Why didn't you listen to him? To me?" He fought back his tears and straightened his jacket. "Abe knew the risks-" Colette stepped forward and punched him hard, his nose making an audible crunch. Blood stained her knuckles as she hit him again and again. Finally I got up and grabbed her around her middle, pulling her off before she went to far. The leader whimpered and leaned on a table as she fought to get to him. To tear him apart. Finally she just stood rigidity holding onto me. "Never say his name again. You aren't his father. You're a murderer and you never deserved Abraham." She spit at his feet.
"Coward."
I pulled her out of the meeting hall, locked her in her quarters, and stood guard. I relive her plea for me to approach the council on her behalf. I cannot deny my part in the crew's death and doubt I'll ever forgive myself. Colette will surely never forgive me either.
In conclusion, I advise the guilty professionals and researchers transferred and tried. Both for the safety of our crew and themselves. Their professional licenses should be revoked no matter the outcome of their individual trials. We also need to form a mental health department and start providing dietary options for all diets and sensitivities. I also advise (though I recognize my lack of authority on the matter) that crewmember Colette [Last Name Redacted] be released of all charges and assigned a personal therapist of her choosing. As for the other loved ones of our lost crew, they should also receive support options and memorials for their lost and any other requests we can fulfil. I pray we never have a similar story to tell the next generation.
Human Observer #5743
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qpjianghu · 2 months
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(...but what if I was?)
Li Lianhua / Li Xiangyi | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (2023)
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aethelflaedel · 6 months
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I think one of the saddest sansa scenes for me personally has to be when lady gets killed... it's not like, an animal thing, it's more just what it represents for sansa and the story in general. sansa is cut off from her family and roots in the north, and forced to assimilate to life in kl- I think this is one of the main points in AGOT where you realise oh. there isn't a sense of karma in this whatsoever. it doesn't matter if it's the wrong wolf, they're wolves all the same. it doesn't matter which daughter you punish, they'll both get punished in the end. wolves and women are still at the mercy of corrupt men, and whether you're 'good' and take it, or you try and stick up for yourself, the system will get you anyway
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alyona11 · 29 days
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The duality of man is when you love Hadestown so much that you hate Hadestown
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goldenhand9107 · 11 days
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so i've been thinking about long-term bucktommy stuff, and, im ride or die for this ship rn, i'm on this boat until it sinks. but i've been brainstorming about ways in which this series actually ends, more specifically how bucktommy ends.
i genuinely would be so down for them to be the endgame ship, even if it means we don't get to see Buck going on one-off dates with guys the same way he does with women (which i've kinda been plotbunnying abt in my head). but there's just no way to tell this far in advance, esp when we don't have the end of the show end in sight. so it's all just theories and speculation at this point.
but, i was wondering, yknow, if they do end with Buddie or even with Buck with someone else (or maybe he ends the show single! who knows!) I was thinking about ways which in which Tommy and Buck's relationship ends.
and i think the clearest answer is this: Tommy doesn't want kids.
we've know literally since the pilot that Buck has a soft spot for kids. for kids on calls, for his best friend's kid, hell, he's a donor dad. this has never been up for discussion and i think a lot of the fandom is in agreement that Buck should be a proper dad before the show ends. whatever that looks like, if it's just a step-up (pun intended) in co-parenting Chris or he has his own kid, via adoption or with a girl. anyway you look at it, by the end of the show, someone will need to have called Buck "dad". with how much they've built him up as loving kids, i'd be pretty upset if the show ends without that.
so, i'm wondering, like, if the plan isn't to have bucktommy endgame (again it's too soon to call one way or another, so this is just all hypothetical) then i think the clearest way to end their relationship as a late-series event would be that: Buck wants kids. Tommy doesn't.
it would definitely be a sucker punch, but i also think it would be interesting to explore how Buck handles this situation, where the relationship doesn't end because either person wants it too (Ali) or because his partners prioritized other things over Buck's feelings (Abby and Taylor) but because their outlook on life is simply different. it's a juxtaposition to all of his other relationships, and it would be an incredibly mature storyline to follow as Buck grapples with wanting to be with Tommy but knowing in his heart he couldn't live his life like that. it'd take a crazy amount of maturity on his end to go through this in a healthy manner, but i think a late-series Buck is developed enough to do that.
so, as much as it'd be heart-wrenching, if they don't go the bucktommy endgame for this show, this is a way in which i envision them ending their relationship. and don't get me wrong, i love the fics with Tommy being adorable with Jee or an OC adopted kid he has with Buck, and just overall loving kids as much as Buck, but we just don't know enough about his character yet to know properly if that is what his attitude is.
just some food for thought.
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starrynightsxo · 18 days
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*hears a sound in the night*
cardan: *in his best "who goes there?" bellow* WHO DARES TRESPASS ON THESE ANCIENT LANDS WHEREBY THE FOREFATHERS OF ELFH-
jude *with vivi*: cardan. it's just us, we came from the mortal store.
cardan: *tryna make jude feel bad for him* why are you back so late?? I could have DIED. not that you even care *scoff*
vivi: oh, shut up cardan, jude got you that new eyeliner you denied you'd been lusting over and-
cardan: *holds hand out expectantly* say no more sister.
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redrobin-detective · 1 year
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Iruma is an invasive species within the Netherworld, and like many invasive species he will conquer if left unchecked.
We know at some point, humans and demons interacted though, at some point, they each became each other’s myths. I propose that the separation was intentional on the demon side, relegating humans to bedtime stories. They did this because they knew a single human could elevate or devastate the Netherworld. Humans are weaker in demons in most ways physically but their real strength lies in their cooperativeness and desire for community, adaptability  and perseverance despite adversity.
Right from the start, Iruma has unnaturally succeeded in a world that incredibly hostile to him. And yet from the start be began building relationships. We’ve seen demons don’t have much of a concept of ‘friends’ the closest being ‘allies’. The Misfits individually were lazy and self-centered which is what got them sent to troublemakers class. Only when Iruma reached out and formed positive relationships, created a foreign system of giving and receiving help did they really flourish. With each arc, we see the class cooperating and relying with each other more and more, even in individual events. Its helped them grow exponentially in power and personality and only occurred because Iruma planted the notion that they are stronger together.
Iruma is also extremely adaptable not only from his hectic upbringing but his innate humanity. Despite not knowing the context of what is happening during most of his day, he adapts extremely well. He uses what skills he gained in the human world by tweaking them to suit his needs and picked up new demonic skills (such as using Ali-san’s stored magic) very quickly. Part of the ‘special training’ leading up to the Harvest Festival was forcing the kids to break out of just using their bloodline abilities. Iruma has no power himself and thus isn’t limited in what he uses to complete a task. We’ve seen on a few occasions he wins simply because his opponent is too stuck in a particular way of fighting and thinking. Being able to think on his feet and not just stick to the familiar is what makes him such a fierce opponent.
Finally, we’ve observed that demons on the whole are self-centered and lazy. This is not always the case but overall many lack the ability to pursue or accept change. Even the Six Fingers is all about returning to origins and reviving Delkira, in other words, moving backwards. But since he arrived in the Netherworld Iruma has boldly moved forward. He integrated well into a completely alien environment and not only became popular but powerful very quickly. He worked hard to unlearn an ingrained skill (dodging) to win a contest going head to head with the most powerful student. Even when his fellows wanted to give up, his dedication and well known compassion helped win them the Royal One. He became an expert archer even when his master said most demons gave up, refusing to put in the effort. Challenges that most demons backed down from, Iruma charged on ahead.
Iruma used his ability to bring people together, to adapt to any situation no matter how strange and to see his ambitions through to go from someone who should’ve been eaten on day one to a stand out demon. Iruma himself is a kind, extraordinary young man but he also has a natural advantage in an environment he is unknowingly adapted to. It’s one of the reasons why he will eventually be demon king because who else deserves to stand at the very top than the creature who can outnumber, out-think and outlast any demonic opponent?
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flightseason · 1 year
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I don't think grinding for currency is a good way to keep people engaged with Sky; on one hand TGC acknowledges that candle running has become a chore, but on the other, the ways they said they thought about to keep players active for at least half or more of an event revolves around grinding (either with the high prices or by adding yet another currency).
Also I can't put it into words well without sounding like I'm reaching but is anyone else confused by how AFK farmers were talked about ? Like I get the frustration because I've been in a server where everyone was asleep while trying to open doors, but I don't think "exploits" are the root of the problem.
Which leads me into my next comment, there's this push to make us social that quickly becomes suffocating when you're more introverted and don't always have the social batteries for that. Sky is a social game so I find the expectation that I should be helpful and courteous to strangers reasonable, but expecting and forcing players to constantly interact with eachother becomes exhausting, especially since you can't properly curate your experience (the block system is wack and you can't stop someone from teleporting to your server once you became friends) so it feels overwhelming, especially with people that get clingy that may range from young children that don't mean to be like that (which I can tolerate) to folks that talked to you once, so now you're their therapist/partner... And I find it also affects closer bonds too ? There's this general unease around enforcing boundaries, I have to reassure new friends that they can tell me they're busy or can't hang out for any other reason, since I sometimes teleport to them just out of curiosity to see what they're doing.
It's just my two cents of course, but I think that there should be proper ways to enforce boundaries before players are pushed to talk to eachother if you want a majority of them to happily do so.
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sunsickjune · 9 months
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bathroom - age six, peering at the new scar along his cheek, wondering how he’s going to explain this one away at school, nose scrunched up in pain as he runs his fingers gently along the mark, fruitlessly hoping to will it away
bathroom - age seven, wet hair, dripping onto his pyjamas, his mother wrapping him in a towel, bundling him up in her arms, carrying him into the bedroom, giggles filling up the shoebox room
bathroom - age nine, drawing in the steam on the mirror, hiding out in the shower, shampoo stinging his eyes, water’s too hot, suffocating, the glow of the almost full moon shining through the window, eyes closed against the pain already vibrating through his bones
bathroom - age eleven, staring at the envelope, green eyes bright with amazement, tracing the letters with a scarred finger, hope, fear, restlessness, excitement
bathroom - age twelve, examining the new scar across his jaw, padfoot says it looks badass, prongs yelling for him to hurry up, dragging a toothbrush against his teeth, can’t get rid of the grin on his face
bathroom - age fourteen, padfoot messing with his hair, slapping his hands away, smirking, grabbing a jacket from the floor before running after prongs, late for breakfast, calling for wormtail over his shoulder
bathroom - age fifteen, on the floor of the shower, eyes closed against the hot water, how much of the water is his tears? uneven breathing, pounding in his head, idiot padfoot, it’s not like he even cares, heartbroken, betrayed, hating them, hating the wolf, hating himself
bathroom - age sixteen, pulling on one of prongs’ hoodies, scanning his notes as he rinses his hands, padfoot smirking at him in a way that quickens his heartbeat, come on moons we need to get going, flushed cheeks, bright eyes, shoulders knocking, towel discarded on the tiles of the floor
bathroom - age seventeen, back against the cold porcelain of the toilet, eyes scrunched shut, fingernails digging into the flesh of his palms, sharp enough to draw blood, can’t sleep, can’t stay awake, the soft sound of the door opening, prongs’ hands on his shoulders, prying his fingers away from the wound, moony talk to me, hey, look at me moons, head falling onto his shoulder, so fucking tired
bathroom - age eighteen, panicked breathing, shaking with pain, gripping marlene’s hand, padfoot trying to stop the blood with his shirt, lily muttering healing spells over it, prongs’ quiet cursing from her side, can’t get the bodies out of his head, lifeless eyes, familiar faces, gideon, fabian, how many more?
bathroom - age nineteen, choking on his sobs, can’t breathe, can’t stop seeing her face on his head, hair spread out on the concrete behind her, beautiful blue eyes wide with shock, she didn’t even scream, marlene, she’s gone she’s gone she’s gone, door cracking open, he pulls him into a hug, marlene, marlene, padfoot’s voice cracks, i know
bathroom - age nineteen, padfoot fixing his tie for him, prongs chattering nervously from behind them, straightening wormtail’s suit, mary banging on the door, yelling that they’re going to start without him, “you can’t start the wedding without out the groom, macdonald!”, prongs grins, and his smile is the sun
bathroom - age twenty one, spilling water over harry, padfoot pulling faces, making him laugh, splashing water on his face, a casual arm on his shoulder, turning to him with soft eyes, a smile lighting up his face, loved
bathroom - age twenty one, standing next to padfoot, but he feels miles away, avoiding his eyes, clearing the sink, “i miss you”, he breathes, a confession, padfoot pausing in the doorway, “i’m right here”
bathroom - age twenty two, panic attack, can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t open his eyes because everything reminds him of them, doesn’t want to be alone, but it doesn’t matter, he has no one to go to anyways
bathroom - age twenty five, head hovering over the toilet, fingers gripping the sides of the seat, violently throwing up, knocking over a discarded bottle of beer with his foot, when did he start crying? head pounding, “i miss him” he admits his secret to the empty room, no one there to judge him
bathroom - age thirty, sitting on the cold tiles in his pyjamas, mary clinking her bottle with his “thirty, flirty and thriving”, he gives her a look, she giggles, he’s happy for the first time in a long time, “love you rems”, yeah he’s happy
bathroom - age thirty three, splashing cold water on his face, it’s fine he can do this, but he looks just like him, he needs to plan some lessons, but the eyes, maybe a boggart for tomorrow, those green eyes, lily’s eyes, fuck, he can’t do this, how did he think he could do this?
bathroom - age thirty five, brushing his teeth at the mirror, padfoot’s right next to him, can’t stop smiling, “what?” padfoot’s smiling too, “just missed you”, nudging his shoulder slightly, “i’m not going anywhere moons”
bathroom - age thirty six, broken, more broken than he was last time, shaking, can’t get up, won’t get up, he’s not going to survive this, he knows he can’t survive this, how the hell did he do it last time? leans back against the wall, eyes closed, thinks of prongs, of padfoot of lily and marlene, smiles softly, silence, endless silence.
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sophsun1 · 8 months
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